Letting out a loud yawn Katherine Taylor or Kit as she preferred to be commonly known as walked out of school, it had been a surprisingly very long day but that hadn't dampened her spirits. It was a beautiful fall day in New York and Kit had survived her first day of high school, she hadn't been stuffed into a locker or given a whirly, the older kids hadn't picked on her, none of the stuff that her brother had teased her about had happened. The day had gone surprisingly well, Kit had been slightly nervous about today as she was starting a school where none of her old friends had done, she knew no one and that prospect had been slightly daunting but she had made some friends. The last thing that Kit had wanted was to be the freshman with no friends as lot of people already had friendship groups. As she continued to walk down the steps of the main entrance to her school, the smile that had been on Kit's face dropped when she spotted two people that she would have preferred to have see right now. Detectives Donald Flack Jr. and Jessica Angell, now there were a few reasons why they could be here. The two of them could be here on the job, waiting for a suspect or something but Kit doubted that. They were clearly here for her and judging by the goofy grin on Flack's face as she stood by his car, he wasn't here because something had happened. More like he was here to mock her and taking a deep breath Kit made her way over to the two dark haired detectives.

"Well I'll be damned, if it isn't Miss Katherine McKenna Taylor looking like a nice refined high school student, never thought I'd see the day." Flack joked and Kit forced a smile on her face.

"Flack, Angell… Dare I ask what brings the two of here today of all days?" Kit questioned although she probably had a good idea why the two detectives were here. There was only one reason why they would be here of all places instead of doing something of actual worth, like working.

"Can't get anything past you Kit-Kit? Your old man asked if we could swing by and collect you as he's working a big case, he wanted the best for his little girl on her first day of high school, so your being picked up by two of New York's finest." Flack boasted and Kit just looked at Angell who rolled her eyes at her partner's over inflated ego. Kit really couldn't believe that this was happening, she had spent most of the day worrying about getting picked on by the other kids, she should have actually been worrying about getting picked up by two cops who worked with her dad.

"Seriously?"

"Hey, it's no problem, Mac had something special planned for you but then this case popped up and he couldn't come down and surprise you like he planned so he sent us instead. Honestly we're both honored as it's not everyday you see Kit Taylor in a school uniform." Angell joked and Kit couldn't help but blanch at the uniform comment. That was something that she was still trying to adjust to as she had gone to a middle school where there was no uniform to a high school where uniform was mandatory and very much enforced.

"My dad had to send me to one of the very few public high schools in New York which has a uniform." Kit wearily replied tugging on her school skirt, to be fair the uniform wasn't too bad. All it consisted off was a navy plaid skirt, white shirt and navy cardigan with the school's crest or a cardigan depending on her mood so Kit could live with it. After all the uniform could have been a whole lot worse.

"Come on, it's a good school you can't blame your old man for wanting the best for you." Flack pointed out and Kit shrugged her shoulders in response, she guessed Flack had a point but she really did need to have a conversation with her dad about the whole being picked up by cops things.

"You know we should probably get a move on as this whole thing we have going on is getting quite bad." Kit wearily replied as she carefully looked around and saw other kids starting at her, Flack and Angell.

"Why?" Flack asked.

"Because you two have this whole cop thing going on." Kit replied as she pointed to the two detectives, it was becoming glaringly obvious to her that people were much aware that she was talking to the cop and as much as she liked Flack and Angell, Kit wanted to get the hell out of here rather quickly before anyone assumed anything.

"And how is that a bad thing?" Angell asked in surprise, sharing a confused look with Flack.

"It is not a bad thing that you the two of you are cops and I have a lot of respect for law enforcement and sure I'm used to people knowing that my dad is a cop and occasionally being picked up in a cruiser by a couple of uniforms. But this is my first day of school, high school none the less! People are going to think that I'm you're parolee or something which is definitely not a good way to start high school. No offense…" Kit stated.

"I had no idea that you were so ashamed of us Katherine and here I thought we were friends." Flack replies feigning a look of hurt on his face and Kit rolled her eyes, Flack was always one for the dramatics.

"Ha-ha Don you know it's not like that! The two of you both have cops for dad's so you know what this is like! So can we please go?" Kit pleaded as she really wanted to just go already and she thought they were going to go until Flack pulled out a small camera from inside his suit. "Please tell me that is not that I think it is."

"Oh it is Kit-Kat." Flack retorted and Kit groaned, things were now just going from bad to worse.

"This is revenge for the cop comment isn't it?" Kit asked as she narrowed her eyes, Flack and Angell were enjoying themselves too much for her liking. They wanted to make her suffer for as long possible and it was certainly working as Kit just wanted to be swallowed by a black hole or fall into a manhole, which ever was most likely to happen. Kit didn't know why she seemed so surprise by this as this kind of stuff was typical Flack behaviour. He was one of the best cops that Kit knew but acted like a big kid when he was around her.

"Of course it is, you know me so well Katherine." Flack said with a smirk as he handed Angell the camera and made his way over to Kit and paced an arm over her shoulders. Kit forced herself to smile as the picture was taken and once it was, she shook herself free of Flack who then made his way over to Angell to look at the picture. "Oh, this is a good one I think I'm gonna put this on my desk."

"Please kill me now…" Kit murmured under her breath however it was loud enough for Flack to hear.

"Relax Kit, I've had my fun with you so we can go now."

Kit had never been more happy to leave and with a small smile she climbed into the back of Angell and Flack's unmarked car. The three of them exchanged some idle chit chat during the drive over to the crime lab but Angell and Flack didn't come with her into the lab. They just dropped her off and said that they would catch her later as they had to head back to their precinct and so Kit gave them a wave as she stepped out of the car and headed inside. The elevator ride up to the crime lab was very quiet and pretty empty not that Kit minded, when the elevator reached Kit's floor the doors dinged opened and out she walked. To anyone else stepping into the crime lab might have been a little daunting but not for Kit. The lab was like a second home to Kit and her dad, in fact he probably spent more time here then he did at home.

"Well if it isn't Hurricane Katherine! Good to see you Kit, I haven't seen you and the train tracks in a while."

"Very funny Danny, come up with that one on your own?" Kit retorted as she eyed up the blue eyed, dirty blonde haired Detective Danny Messer, who loved making jokes at her personal expense with his good friend Flack.

"Looking for the old man, Kit?"

"Yeah… Me and the old man need to have bit of a chat, apparently I'm still not old enough to come home from school without a police escort and let's not forget Reed causally dropping by our apartment this morning offering to walk with me…"

"He worries, it's what Mac does." Danny quipped.

"You're telling me Danny." Kit said with a small sigh, having a parent that worried normal but if that parent was a cop and single parent of a teenage girl in New York City was something else. Growing up as the only child of Detective Mac Taylor, Kit knew that her dad worried about her well-being. He was also overprotective to boot which could be quite annoying at times but Kit knew her dad had just meant well as she was the only person he had left. Kit's mother Claire died on 9/11 and it had been the two of them ever since.

"Well I've gotta run, but the last time I saw your dad he was in A.V."

"Thanks Danny! Catch you later." Kit replied with a wave before walking off in the opposite direction of Danny. Navigating her way through the lab, Kit eventually found her dad where Danny said he was and by the looks of what she could see through the glass walls he was working on something. Knowing that she wasn't allowed to go into the labs so not to contaminant the evidence, Kit knocked on the glass wall and straight away she got her dad's attention. Mac put down what he was working on and stepped out to the lab where Kit was waiting. "We need to talk dad."

"It's good to see you too Katherine." Mac drily replied and Kit rolled her eyes as her father put his arm over her shoulder and turned her around and began to lead Kit away and off to his office, no doubt.

"I thought we talked about this dad, you're only allowed to send the goon squad when something scary has happened, not to escort me from school because it was my first day…" Kit began, starting to chastise her father ever so slightly and she caught sight of her father looking at her with a soft look from his familiar blue eyes, the ones that Kit shared with him.

"Kit…"

"Start explaining pops because I've just endured a lifetime of embarrassment at the hands of Donald Flack Jr in the space of one afternoon and I have to admit that Flack got me good dad." Kit stated as the two of them reached Mac's office and he held open the door and allowed Kit to go in ahead of him.

"I know it's just that I wanted to make sure you got back from school okay, I worry… Especially on my daughter's first day of high school." Mac said and Kit allowed herself to soften as she slid her backpack off and placed it on her father's office couch. It was a couch that Kit was awfully familiar with and had slept on more times than she could count.

"I know dad but I'm not five years old anymore, I turn fifteen in a couple of months and as much as I appreciate it, I don't need to be escorted to and from school by my big brother and two cops, even if they are Flack and Angell. I'm perfectly capable of traveling to and from school by myself."

"You knew about Reed?" Mac asked.

"Of course I knew about Reed. Dad you know I love Reed to bits and in the two years since he came into our lives I've gotten to know him pretty well and I can tell you that him leaving his apartment at seven am isn't something he likes to do even if it's to walk his adorable baby sister to school." Kit quipped with a small laugh.

"Well I'll remember that but did you have a good day at school?" Mac questioned as he watched the corner of Kit's lips curve into a smile.

"Yep but no thanks to Flack, Danny and Reed, the three of them filled my head with these stories about high school and I was half expecting my head to be flushed down a toilet or be stuffed into a locker but nothing bad happened. And I doubt anything will now because I suspect that by tomorrow everyone will know my affliction with the NYPD." Kit began before pausing momentarily. "I also made some friends too so I think that calls for pizza for dinner tonight to celebrate the importance of today."

"Is that so?" Mac questioned and Kit watched as one of her father's eyebrows raised, slightly skeptical of what came next.

Kit nodded her head eagerly. "It's not everyday that Katherine McKenna Taylor starts high school, that itself should deserve a pizza and maybe a nice gift like… popcorn."

"Nice try Katherine but you know the rules, no hard sweets until your braces comes off." Mac teased and in retaliation Kit stuck her tongue out at her father. It was worth a try.