This story takes place after season 5 and is AU after that so beware if you aren't caught up with season 5 yet, there are spoilers. Enjoy!

Chapter I

Don't call him Mr Trager.

Gemma spotted the girl right away. She was standing nervously in the street, scanning a piece of paper and throwing her head back and forth towards the auto-shop as if she was trying to make sure she was in the right place. Gemma took off her reading glasses, tossing them on her desk before rolling back her chair to get a better view. From this distance, the girl was pretty unremarkable. Average size, average looks. She had shapeless long hair hanging freely on her shoulders, a fringe that was two centimeters to long and kept falling on her eyes. Tick glasses ate up half her face aging her but she couldn't have been a day over twenty five. She wore large jeans that did nothing for her shape, over converse shoes, a turtle neck sweater which in itself wouldn't have been weird if the temperature outside hadn't been reaching 70 degrees and a messenger bag hanging over her shoulder. She looked so out of place. She obviously didn't have a car to service since she was on foot and she was very different from the random girls who usually ended up here. Gemma was curious as to what had brought her here.

Gemma stood up and walked to the threshold of the door. The girl spotted her right away and hurriedly made her way through the parking lot. As she approached, Gemma realised she might have misjudged her. Her hair was a dark red shade that could only be natural and achieved through complex genetics, she bore no make up and had freckles running all over her baby face, and perfectly shaped pink lips that didn't need any artifice but her most amazing feature was her eyes. She had deep ice blue eyes so bright and sparkling, they almost looked unnatural. They were the exact color you'd imagine the deep of the ocean to be on a sunny day. It was the most uncommon eye color Gemma could remember seeing. Yes, Gemma had been wrong; the girl might need a new haircut and a whole new wardrobe but she was nothing if not remarkable. She flashed Gemma a smile revealing a perfect set of white teeth. "Hi there."

Gemma raised an eyebrow. "Can I help you?"

The girl's smile broadened making her eyes sparkles some more. "I hope so. I'm looking for Alex Trager? I went by his place and his neighbor told me I would find him here?"

"Did he now?"Tig should think about having a conversation with his neighbor. That old busybody should know better than giving information to strangers, no matter how cute they looked. "And who are you?"

The girl flicked her fringe out away from her eyes and raised her hand to Gemma "Oh, sorry. I'm Max. Maxine. I'm a friend of his daughter? Dawn?"

Gemma looked at her hand for a long moment before finally shaking it. "Gemma." It was a firm, earnest handshake. She decided to test the girl and walked back to her desk, letting Maxine to follow her.

"How is Dawn?"

The girl looked around the office and sat in a chair facing Gemma. "To be honest, I don't know. No one's seen or heard from her in weeks. But if I know Dawn, she's somewhere having the time of her life and laughing at the rest of us."

Not quite, Gemma thought sadly. But either the girl was a real good actress or she had no idea about Dawn's sad demise. She studied the girl's expression a moment and couldn't find anything to indicate the girl knew about Dawn's death.

Gemma fell back into her chair and raised an inquisitive eyebrow "So why are you here? She owes you money or something?"

Max grinned. "Actually she does. But with Dawn, that's not all that uncommon. And it's not why I'm here."

"And you mind telling me why exactly you're here?"

The girl squirmed, just a little bit. "With all due respect Gemma, I do." She quickly continued "I'd rather speak to Mr Trager directly. No offense. It's just… a personal matter."

Gemma was perplexed by the girl. There was something so genuine about her it was rattling. The girl had this naïve girl next door vibe on her. Somehow Gemma had trouble visualizing a girl like her being friends with a girl like Dawn. "He's on a job."

Max shrugged her shoulders. "I can wait."

"He might be a few hours."

"I don't mind."

I do. But she knew that Jax and Tig would want her to keep an eye on the girl until they knew more about her. Gemma stood up. "Wait here. Oh and piece of advice, don't call him Mr Trager." She ordered before walking outside.

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