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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."

Once again, sorry it took so long. I'm currently working on the last part, so it should be up soon.

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

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

Max let herself into Logan's apartment through an open window. She landed with a barely audible thud, and padded gently to the computer room, fully expecting to see Logan hard at work. But he wasn't there.

Max stood completely still and listened for any sign of life. She followed the sound of breathing to Logan's bedroom. So he does sleep every now and then. I was beginning to wonder. When she entered the room she saw Logan lying on his back, with the covers up to his chest.

The corners of Max's mouth twitched. He looks like a little boy. Max sighed. Is Cindy right? Am I just mad 'cause he saw something I didn't let him? Max started to pace. It's nice to have someone like Logan to go to. I don't want to…

"Max?"

Oh, shit.

Logan propped himself up in bed, and groped for his glasses. "Max, is something wrong?"

Max quickly regained her composure. "You could say that." Her eyes went cold. "I came over for dinner, and look what I found." Max held up the picture.

Logan winced when he focused on what Max was holding.

Max noticed Logan's expression. "Yah, that's right. I found it. You can thank Original Cindy for this. Letting you explain, I mean. So you got exactly sixty seconds to think of something good."

Logan swallowed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken it…"

"Damn straight."

"…but you look so beautiful and carefree in it. It intrigued me, so I stuck it in my pocket so I could look at it more closely later. I meant to return it, by I haven't had the chance. Max, I said it before, and I'll say it again. I'm sorry."

"You sure are."

"What can I do to make it up to you?"

A thoughtful look crossed Max's face, followed quickly by a smirk. "Well, I am hungry."

Logan let out a sigh of relief. "Great. Come back in the morning, and I'll have a breakfast for you like you've never imagined."

Max grinned evilly. "Uh, uh. I'm hungry now."

"Max…"

"I missed dinner on account of you."

"…It's two in the morning. Come back in six hours, and it'll all be ready."

"No. You asked, this is my answer. Now get your lazy ass out of bed and cook me dinner."

Logan's face fell. "Fine, but if I collapse of exhaustion, it'll be your fault."

Max got up and walked to the door. When she was in the doorway she turned around and said, "If you're not in the kitchen in exactly four minutes, I'm coming back here and dragging you out there myself."