AN: This was written for the 4th challenge of Leverageland Heist 5 challenge and as always I don't own any of the characters!

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Dear Diary Bunny,

You write down the usual words "Dear Diary" when you started your diary at the insistence of one of your foster mothers. You remember her telling you that writing down your thoughts and feelings can some times help with you deal with them. You remember she came after your brother had been dead for far too long and she had come along way too little too late.

But if you think about it you have to admit this foster mother had been one of the more well meaning ones. But although being a child psychologist, she had still hadn't understood you or the fact that you weren't crazy. You know no one has ever really understood you're not crazy.

Not even Archie who molded you and taught you how to be the world's greatest thief doesn't believe you're all quite there. And you know even as close as you feel to these people you're with now, they all think you're crazy too. Or at least you know Eliot does because you've seen the way he looks at you – when, during the few times he's not annoyed with you, you can see it in his eyes that he thinks your rigging doesn't reach all the way to the top floor. But even more than that you heardEliot say you were crazy thanks to Hardison's little comm system.

That's twenty pounds of crazy in a five pound bag!

At the time he said it, Eliot's word didn't bother you because it was supposed to be a one time only job and what did you care what a complete stranger thought of you? But then you kept coming back together, working with each other until not only trust grew in between you but also the feeling that these people are family to you. But you know you're not crazy – you aren't – you just the world through different eyes than everyone around you.

You stopped keeping that diary some years back because at that time what was the point, really? But now you have an itch to keep one again so you decided this one will be dedicated to Bunny instead of the diary itself because when all is said and done he's been the only one who ever understood you for as long as you could remember (and you secretly hope that someday these people who have become your family will understand that too.)