A/N. I need your guys help, desperately. You see, for our music project, we have to make a musical. A damn musical! I need ideas for the script since I'm always assigned to write it. The worst part is, only 7 of us can sing and there are 19 people involved in the play! Please help me!

Fang was running.

Okay, so maybe he gave up the plan on scamming Jeb and Max, but that didn't mean he was just going to give up on cons completely—what was he, a saint?

Right now, that wasn't important. What was important, was that the guy he just ripped off on an 'original' Michelle Lavon painting didn't appreciate his twenty thousand dollars being spent on a piece of trash. That was probably the reason he was chasing Fang on his motorcycle at this moment.

Maybe I should have sold it to someone a lot less…huge? Fang thought. He glanced back at the hulking figure named Carl Franks that was only a block away from him and gaining fast.

Desperately, he looked around for his own set of wheels and quickly knocked some kid off his red Vespa. He yelled a quick sorry as he sped away.

Carl Franks had Fang for sure—the fiery red Vespa was easy to spot even at this time of night and he knew they were headed for a dead end. Soon, there would be a brick wall in their way and he'd make sure that punk gave him back his money.

Carl watched as Fang sped forward—straight into the brick wall. He slammed on his breaks and watched the crazy young man keep going. Then at the last minute, the man stood up on the seat and jumped up the fire escape, climbing well out of Carl's reach.

The Vespa didn't stop though and it crashed right into the wall, erupting in a burst of fire and Carl had just enough time to shield his eyes. By the time he reopened them, the punk was gone.

Fang jumped down from the other side of the fire escape and clutched his left side. A fractured rib for sure, he had to stop doing such crazy stunts. Still, he couldn't help the small smile that spread across his face. That stunt was one of his best so far.

Unsteadily, he walked back to his apartment, twenty thousand dollars richer.

"You idiot! You could have gotten yourself killed! If you ever do something as idiotic as that again, I will kill you—even if you did get yourself killed!" Max scolded him as she wrapped his bruised ribs, none too gently, mind you.

"Yes, mom," Fang said grudgingly.

Angrily, Max glared at him and pulled the bandages tighter causing Fang to wince.

"Why did you have to do it anyway?" she asked him.

Fang shrugged, "Some things never change."

Max rolled her eyes and finsihed up with his bandages.

"So how's your adoption scam going?" he changed the subject as he pulled his shirt over his head.

Sighing, Max leaned back and closed her eyes. "Going, alright. I had to get rid of Rob Anders; he wasn't going to work for the team. Now there's some new girl their getting for the technical specialist; her name's Lauren Trask."

Lauren Trask. The name was oddly familiar to Fang. Lauren…he shrugged it off after he couldn't place it.

"Why'd you get rid of Anders?"

"He wasn't trustworthy—at least now to Reeves. I guess I saw a bit of myself in her and I gave in a little bit. How about you? Did you get the site blueprint I sent you?"

"Oh yeah, Nudge is working on it now. As soon as the site is online, Nudge will have full access to everything," Fang grinned.

"That's some good news," she sighed.

"When does it start again?" Fang asked her.

"In a week."

"I don't have a plan yet, you know," he told her.

Max nodded, "I know, I doubt you ever do."

Fang lifted an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"You're excused," Max murmured sleepily.

"This is my apartment."

"You're the one that made me haul my ass out of bed just to fixed up your banged up ribs," she pointed out.

"Thank you for that, by the way. You have such a gentle touch," he retorted.

"You wouldn't have needed my touch if you hadn't been such a dumbass."

They looked at each other with a small smile on both their faces. Their little banter of words was more of a friendly debate now, not the actual fights that they used to be.

Max cocked her head to the side all of a sudden; something occurred to her, something she's been meaning to ask.

"What's your story?" she asked him.

Fang blinked, she caught him off guard. "My what?"

Max shrugged. "Your story, the others told me theirs, so I was wondering what's yours?"

He paused, unsure whether he should tell her or not. It wasn't exactly something you want to remember. Fang pushed those memories to the back of his mind so he would never have to think about it again. Even if he wanted to—which he did not—he wasn't entirely sure if could.

Max noticed his expression and quickly took back her question. She understood his hesitation; it was wrong of her to pry anyway, especially when she knew damn well that she wouldn't answer him if he asked her that question.

"It's okay," he assured her, "Maybe I'll tell you, just not yet."

Max gave him a slight grin, "Glad to hear it."

A/N. Meh, could have ended better, I might change it when I post the next chapter. I know there's not much related to the actual scam but I did leave a clue as to guessing who the mystery girl is, any new guesses? I also thought you guys needed a little bit of FAX one way or another. Okay, so again, PLEASE HELP ME WITH THE MUSICAL!

Oh, just occurred to me! Who else is excited for the Hunger Games movie? I am! March 23 can't come fast enough. I hope it's as awesome as the book and doesn't turn into a Percy Jackson kind of failure.

Question of the Day: What book do you want to be turned into a movie?

-Indy