Title: Coming to Terms

Disclaimer: Still nothing is mine. I did watch my brother buy a car the other day. Though. That's something.

A/N: I am a writing machine!

Alec's POV:

Of course she hadn't come. Why would she. Why he had even thought she would was beyond him. A week after their heated conversation at Crash, a new exhibit of pre Pulse art had made it's way into Seattle. When his fence had told him about the job, he knew this would be the perfect opportunity to drag Max along. A pretty simple job. 'After all if Josh could break into an art museum, I think Max and I could handle it.'

None of that had mattered though because the night before he had strolled into Max and Cindy's apartment, as he so often did, to find Max lying on her bed reading.

"Hey Maxie."

"That's funny, I didn't hear any knocking."

"That's funny…I'm sure I did." Yeah right.

"So what do you want?"

"As if you don't know. Actually it's about my little invite last week. I'm coming to make good. My fence got word of this job at the art museum in Sec--"

Before he could even finish Max cut him off. "Forget about it Alec. I'm not helping you out. And if you do get caught, like you undoubtedly will, I'm not going to bail your ass out of jail either."

"C'mon Max. Tomorrow's a Saturday night. The place will be virtually deserted, minus a few lack luster rent-a-cops. I think we can handle it without too much of a commotion."

"Better idea, you can handle it without too much of a commotion. I will have nothing to do with it. End of story."

"Fine, but when I'm rollin' in the dough, you can't have any."

"The only thing you're gonna be rollin' in is whatever bugs have made a home on the cell block floor."

He gave a stifled laugh as he left Max to her book.

On his own yet again. He could've gotten somebody else. But he didn't want to pull jobs with anybody else. Max would be the only person he'd trust with his life. Hell she was the only person he trusted period. He certainly didn't trust Logan. That man spent the better half of his life trying to convince Max she was something that she wasn't. He doubted he loved Max for who she really was.

"I do."

He did not just say that. Wait a second. Let's take a little trip in the way back machine. 'Logan doesn't love the real Max. I do.' Yup that had definitely been his train of thought. 'Oh dear God.' Here he was about to break through the skylight of this museum, and he was thinking about loving Max? Maybe Psy-Ops had missed something. Maybe he was nuts. Or at least suicidal. Because that's what having feelings towards the Ice Queen did to men. In his short time on the outside he had found that much to be true.

Enough of this. He had to get this job over with. He pulled out the piece of glass he had been working on. If he had timed everything right, the guards would be in the other wing right now, leaving exhibit open for the taking. He tossed the rope over the edge and began to descend it ever so carefully.

'Standard operating procedure.' he thought to himself as he took in the darkened room and the roped off exhibits. Nothing he couldn't handle. As he dropped to the floor his sensitive ears picked up movement behind the door to his right. Before he could do anything the lights had been switched on and he froze, unsure of what his next move should be.

'Please let it be Max' he thought. She would do this. She would scare him shitless just to teach him a lesson. He wasn't nearly that lucky though. This was worse than Max. This was worse than rent-a-cops. This was bad.

"Hello 494."

'Yup. This was definitely worse than Max.'

A/n: Dun dun dun!!!!!!! I am so evil!!!!! Hahaha…