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Summary: The answer to a challenge by Lynni: "Logan took Max's Tryptohane after serching her apartment in Pilot. What if she finds something else in of her's in his apartment? She might or might not confront him."

Sorry this took so long to get up. I got distracted by that truly annoying thing called school.

Note: This takes place sometime after The Kidz Are Aiight.

Italics denote Max's thoughts. ~~~~~~ denotes a change in scene.

Original Cindy sighed, "Girl, you need to calm down and tell me what's wrong. I can't help you if I don't know what's up."

Max stopped pacing and plopped down on the couch. "I get to Logan's apartment and no one's there, so I let myself in. I'm waiting for him to show up, and what do I find but my sole picture from my time with the Davises! He stole it! Right out of my room!"

Original Cindy fought back a laugh. "Boo, that's it? I thought them black helicopter dudes were after you, or somethin'."

"What do you mean that's it? Between Manticore and Lucy's family, I didn't exactly have the happiest childhood. But for a few weeks, when I was with the Davises, I was happy."

Max's voice softened, "I had hung around the same area for too long, and someone reported a homeless kid. I got picked up and the social worker assigned the Davises as my foster parents. They were real nice. They showed me what it was like to be a kid. Then they had to move to take care of Mrs Davis' mother. 'Cause I was only a foster kid, I couldn't move across the state border. Before they left, they gave me this picture of a picnic we had. "

"So you found this picture at money bags' place, and, let me guess, you didn't even stick around to ask him about it. Right?"

Max nodded.

"So, what're you going to do now?"

"I'm debating between dismemberment and skinning him alive."

"Boo, you're my homegirl, straight-up, but sometimes you're an idiot."

"I'm not an idiot."

"Yes you are. Now I'm going to tell you what you're going to do. You're going to go over there and show him that picture. Then you are going to restrain yourself from killing until he's finished groveling. If you still want to kick his ass, by all means do so."

"And why would I want to listen to that?"

"Because you know as well as I do the only reason you're so worked up is 'cause money bags got a little peak behind that hard-ass, not-a-care-in-the-world show you put on for him. And the rest of the world, for that matter"

"Whatever."

"I'm tellin' you, boo, you're going to regret it if you don't go over there."

"I'm going for a ride." Max grabbed her jacket and headed for the door.

Original Cindy rolled her eyes and muttered to herself, "When is she going to learn?"

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Max gunned her baby down a mostly deserted street. What does she mean, 'that's it?' He stole my picture! The only time he could have gotten it when I asked him to grab my bag from my bedroom before we did the Spencer bust. That was a month and a half ago. He's had it for a month and a half! I can't believe I didn't know that it was missing. I've just been so worried about Brin that I haven't really been thinking about much else. Maybe Cindy's right. Maybe I should go over there, let him try to explain.

Max made a U-turn. And if I don't like his explanation, I can still kick his ass.