Sorry it took so long to update. I will have more soon. And I want to thank everyone who reviewed this story, and who left author and story alerts.

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Peter and Neal walked up the stairs, and were met by Hughes. The older man did not look happy.

"None of the men you arrested are talking, they all claim that they have no idea who the main boss is, and that they have never heard of Garret Harris. Try to get Maxine to roll over on Parks, then we can use Parks to get to Harris."

"Okay." Peter said, "But right now, she's not being very cooperative."

"Peter." Lauren said, rushing up the stairs. "She's gone."

"What happened?" Peter asked.

"She said there was a spider in the bathroom stall." Lauren said, looking embarrassed. "When I went in to kill it, she ran out the door. I ordered a lock down."

"So she's still in the building." Neal said. "We just have to find out where."

"I'm sorry." Lauren said.

"Don't worry about it." Peter said. "The kid's good."

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Max walked down the hall with a smile on her face, getting away had been easier then she thought. Now it was time to have some fun.

"Going somewhere?" A voice from behind her asked. Max spun around and saw Jones standing there.

"Yes, to the ladies room." She flashed her best innocent smile. "Must have gotten turned around."

"And Peter just allowed you to go unsupervised?" Jones asked, she could tell that the man wasn't buying her story.

Max saw a door leading to a staircase a few feet away and ran towards it, Jones was right behind her. Max grabbed the door and tried to jerk it open, but it was locked.

"Let's go." Jones said, placing a hand on her thin shoulder. "Who are you supposed to be with?"

"Some chick named Lauren." Max sighed.

"Come on."

Jones led her down the hallway and met up with Peter.

"You found her." The older man said.

"Yeah, claims she went to the ladies room and got lost."

"I am navigationally challenged." Max said.

Peter glared at her and said sternly. "This is your last warning. Pull anymore stunts and you will not like the consequences."

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A few minutes later, Max was sitting in a conference room. Peter had told her to wait there on him, then he told her that there would be a guard posted just outside the door. Just to see if he was lying, Max had opened the door and saw a stern faced man standing there.

The door opened and Peter and Neal walked in.

"Bout time." Max said. "I was getting bored."

Both men sat down and Peter spoke. "You are in a lot of trouble."

"Nothing new."

"I have an offer for you, and I think you should take it. Give us Parks, and you can walk with probation."

"Who's Parks?"

"Max." Neal said. "If you don't give us something, then you will wind up in Juvenile Hall. And trust me; you do not want to go there."

"We know Parks has the plates and paper to make counterfeit money." Peter said. "Tell us where he is."

"And I get probation?" Max asked.

"Yes." Peter answered.

"Ok." Max sighed. Then is a serious voice she said. "Parks went to see this wizard guy, he lives at the end of a yellow brick road. I think he might have a dog with him. A lion, scarecrow, and tin man also. Oh, and some chick named Dorothy. But be careful, Dorothy bites and the dog has fleas."

"Fine, have it your way." Peter said. "Maxine Harris, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. If you give up that right, then anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you can not afford one, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights?"

"Sure do." Max said.

"Why won't you just cooperate with us?' Neal asked. "I don't want to see you in trouble."

"I don't cooperate with suites, or with stool pigeons. I have heard of you, Caffery. I heard you were the best. But then you decided to switch sides when the heat got too much for you. Well I'm not as weak as you, I can handle the heat."

"People are getting killed." Neal said. "Can you handle that heat?"

"Yes." Max lied, hoping her voice was surer then she felt. She knew he was right, people were getting killed. She witnessed one getting killed. But she knew that if she rolled over on Parks, then he would turn on her Uncle. She knew she had to protect him, no matter what.

Before either man could respond, the door opened and Jones stuck his head in. "Hughes wants to see you too." He said. "Now."

"Thank about it for a moment." Peter said, as him and Neal stood.

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Peter and Neal saw Hughes standing just outside his office and walked over to him.

"You wanted to see us?" Peter asked.

"How's it coming with Maxine?"

"Not good." Peter sighed.

"We've got another dead agent, David Phelps."

"What happened?" Peter asked.

"He was shot. Phelps was working a case involving the robbery of a painting, his leads led him to Garret Harris."

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Max was sitting in the same chair in the conference room. The young girl was spinning the chair around, but the thoughts in her head were spinning around faster then she was. She knew what her Uncle was doing was very wrong, there were not many good reasons for killing someone. But he was her Uncle, and she loved him. He gave her a home and a safe place. She owed him.

The door opened and Peter came in, a grim expression on his face.

"Another FBI agent was just found murdered." Peter said. He decided to try the direct approach. "Agent Phelps, he was married and had three children."

"What does that have to do with me?" Max asked, her voice sounding a little shaky. He had said another agent, which meant that agent Phelps was not the first one that her Uncle killed.

"We know that your Uncle killed him."

"Then arrest him."

"We don't have enough evidence."

"That's your problem."

"Is that what you want me to tell his three kids!" Peter shouted. He didn't want to lose his temper with her, he knew that she had been through a lot.

"Tell them to grow up!" Max shouted, jumping to her feet and glaring at Peter. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. "Tell them that life sucks, and that no one cares! Tell them that their old man died because he cared more about doing his job then he did about caring for his family!"

"Do you really believe that?" Peter asked

"Yes I do!" A few tears rolled down her cheeks. "All he had to do was walk away, just forget what he saw and heard. But he didn't, he had to play the hero."

"Phelps was a good man." Peter said, his voice soft. "He was a good agent."

"He was a fool."

"Why? Because he cared?"

"Yes."

"You care about people."

"No I don't." She said, as more tears came. She was thinking about watching Phelps dieing before her eyes, and about his children growing up without a Dad. She knew how hard it was to lose your Dad, she knew how much it hurt.

"You talked your Uncle out of killing Neal and myself. And I know why you put the fake snake in my house. You knew about Satch, you didn't want him to kill the snakes."

Max angrily wiped her tears away, she hated crying. It made her feel weak, and that made her mad.

"Why don't you just admit that your Uncle is behind everything?"

"Because he kept me from being sent to another bastard who wanted to rape me?" She screamed. "Or worse!"

"He took you in so he could have someone to help with the cons." Peter said sadly.

Max saw red, how dare this man say that? Even if she thought the same thing from time to time.

"Max, He is using you."

Max kicked him hard in the groin, and he doubled over in pain. As soon as he doubled over, Max opened the door and ran. She didn't know where she was going, she just ran.

After a few moments, she saw a utility closet and went inside the dark room. Max sunk to the floor and drew her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her knees. She laid her forehead on her knees and cried.

She knew Peter was partially right, she knew her Uncle was using her. But he also loved her, he had too. Max didn't know how long she sat there, crying and trying to convince herself that her Uncle's love wasn't a con. She didn't notice when her eyelids started dropping, or when she fell asleep.

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"It's been an hour." Peter said, running a tired hand over his face. "Where the hell can she be?"

"I ordered a complete sweep of the building." Hughes said. "Every single room, no exceptions. We will find her."

"When we do." Neal said with a smirk. "You may want to wear a cup."

Peter glared at the younger man, but didn't say anything.

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Max woke up and it took her a moment to remember where she was and what had happened. She was still mad at Peter for what he had said. But she wasn't sure if she was mad because he lied about her uncle, or mad because he told the truth.

She knew her uncle was a con man, one of the best. And she knew that most of his cons involved her. But he did love her, he had too. And regardless of his reasons for taking her in, she owed him.

"You want to play hardball, Burke." She said, as she stood up. "Let's play."

The young girl snuck out of the room and walked down the hall, ducking into a room when she heard someone coming. She crouched down low as a small group of people walked by, then she stood and surveyed the room. Smiling at what she saw. Several laptop computers were laying on a large table.

Max grabbed one, then went back to the utility closet and turned on the light.

"Now let's see what kind of chaos I can create." She smiled as she started typing. She knew she had to be careful, she figured they would be doing a room to room sweep of the building. So she had to stay alert and ahead of the searchers.

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Another four hours passed, and still the searching FBI agents could not find the missing girl. Peter was getting more and more aggravated by the minute, and so was Hughes.

"As soon as she's found." Hughes said. "She's going straight to Juvenile hall, let them deal with her."

"Do you really think that's a good idea?" Neal asked. "She….."

"This is the FBI headquarters." Hughes snapped. "Not a babysitting service."

Neal was about to respond, then he stopped and stared at the man walking over to them. Everyone in the room was staring at him. It wasn't every day that a clown walked through the FBI headquarters.

"Can we help you?" Hughes asked the man in the clown costume.

"I'm looking for a special little guy named Peter Burke." The clown said in a cheery voice. "I have a message for him."

"I'm Peter Burke." Peter sighed, he just knew that this was the work of Maxine.

"Oh." The clown said, surprised. "By any chance do you have a son?"

"No." Peter said. "The message you have is for me."

"Okay." The clown said, then he started singing. "Don't be sad, don't be mad, little man. If at first you don't succeed, try and try again. I know you will get it right. Just keep looking, I'm sure you'll find me." Then the clown took the flower pinned to his costume off and aimed it at Peter, a cold stream of water hit the ticked off FBI agent in the face.

Everyone stared in shock, except Neal. He was laughing so hard, he had to hold onto the wall to keep from falling over.

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A few minutes later, Peter hung up his phone. Neal, Hughes, Jones, and Lauren were in the same room as he was.

"The clown was rented with my credit card." Peter said. "She paid extra to have him come so soon after the order being placed."

"This kid is a genius." Neal said.

Hughes cell phone rung and he answered it. "Hi, Honey." He said. "Can I call you back, I…" he stopped talking and listened for a moment. "I'll take care of it, don't worry. Love you too."

Hughes hung up and looked at Neal, his expression was sour. "That was my wife, she received a beautiful bouquet of flowers. The card read: Dearest Love, soon we will be together. We just have to wait until our plan unfolds. Love Neal Caffrey."

Neal's face went pale and he tried to talk, but it came out as a stutter.

"I know you didn't send them Caffrey." Hughes said.

The door to the room opened and a man walked in and addressed Hughes.

"Sir, we traced the laptop that the girl stole. She's in conference room number twelve."

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TBC