It was crazy how evasive Klaus Hargreeves was. Every question she threw at him he somehow twisted into a complicated story that was completely off topic.

"Okay let me ask you a straightforward question, Mr. Hargreeves-"

"Call me Klaus, Mr. Hargreeves is my cunt father." She quietly took note of that comment in her head and tucked it in for later.

"Okay Klaus, are you high right now?"

"Good question. But really what do you mean by "high"?" He air quoted the word high. "I could be high on life for all you know. I'm a care-free guy and oh boy, do I just love the world. Watching the cars pollute the earth and all the ugly sky scrapers just fills me with joy!" He grinned at her. She stared at him blankly for a minute.

"So yes." Ray stood up with a sigh.

"Where are you going?" Klaus asked, confused.

You mean we? I'm going to take a patient to a job fair and you're coming with me. Normally this wouldn't be protocol but I already had this scheduled and your case was given to me last minute."

"Don't I feel special." Klaus muttered standing up. He followed her out to her car and she opened the passenger side for him and went around to the drivers side. "Oh la la, what a gentleman you are." He cooed. Ray rolled her eyes but smirked. She had to admit he was a change to the people she met. He was sharp tongued, smart, and funny even if he was a druggie. She could see physically see how jittery he was and how much his eyes flickered around bringing her back to the fact that this wasn't a fun gathering with a friend but a meeting with a patient who she needed to ween off of drugs and get help.

"So Klaus, what's with the tattoos on your hands?" Ray asked curiously. She watched from the corner of her eye as he splayed his hands out and stared down at them for a moment. Hello on one and Goodbye on the other, like a Ouija board. It was odd.

"Well.. you could say I'm the spiritual type." He answered vaguely.

"Hm." Ray answered in response. This caught Klaus's interest.'

"Something wrong with my tattoos?" Klaus asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, no.. it's just I'm an atheist. No offense or anything." Ray said cautiously, hoping he wasn't overly religious. Klaus's face split into a grin then he started laughing.

"Oh man, Oh- that's just great." Ray glanced over to him with furrowed eye brows and wide eyes at his response. He saw her look and clarified. "I'm agnostic, just spiritualistic. I just think it's funny that someone who's job is to help people be better and get on the right track, is an atheist. What's your motive in doing this? I assumed you did this because of dear old God but you've completely thrown me off."

"I do it because it's the right thing to do." Ray responded quietly.

"Bullshit."

"What?"

"You heard me. Bullshit! No one does anything because it's the 'right thing to do.'" He said mockingly. "What is it? Do you get paid a lot?"

Ray shrugged. "$14 an hour."

"Oh yikes- only $14 working with crazy people like me? I mean not to say I'm crazy but I've seen some of the people who are in rehab and god, they're wacka-doodles." He took a breath and Ray couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh at him. He gave her a smile at getting her to laugh but then got back to his point. "Back on the point though, what drives you to be soooo.. holier then thou?"

Ray let out an annoyed sigh. "That's not how I view myself. I just want to make sure people don't end up homeless and on the streets due to drugs. Everyone deserves a second chance and everyone needs help once in a while." He bit his thumb nail as he burned holes in her with his eyes.

"I don't buy it." He said simply after a few minutes.

"Oh my God, you're still thinking about this?"

"Eh, you've been analyzing me since we started talking, I'm just doing the same." He shrugged. Ray opened her mouth to speak but closed it. He was right.

"Okay you got me but at least I'm not harping you."

"Oh you will though."

"Klaus, I'm not a therapist, I'm not going to try to fix your deep rooted emotional issues or anything like that. I am however someone you can feel safe to talk to. I'm here to listen and help. I didn't take this job just to give someone a pat on the back once we got them off drugs and send them on there way."

"Oh Goddddd, you sound so sappy. Look, I don't want-" Ray quickly interrupted him with a sharp snap.

"I did not say you had to. Trust me, you can bottle your shit up as much as you like and will it eat me up inside? Not one god damn bit." Klaus blinked at her in shock for a second.

"Are- are you allowed to be mean to me? I don't think you're allowed to." Ray laughed at him.

"I'm not a teacher or some shit like that. Yes, I have a responsibility to be sober at work and not neglect my duties but there's no ethical code. If you act like an ass, I'll be one right back." They parked outside a house and Ray pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, Terry? It's Ray! I'm outside. Okay see you in a second." Then she ended the call. Ray turned to him.

"Get in the back."

"Wh- hey! Why do I have to get in the back?"

"Because I said, now get in the back. Once I drop Terry off, you can get back in the front." Klaus pouted and got out, slamming the door in the process. He then begrudgingly got in the back.

Terry then came out of his house and walked cheerily to Ray's car. He was an older man, maybe in his early 50's. He wore a suit that wasn't put together very well and he had a bit of a beard but he looked happy to see Ray.

"Hiya Ray, It's good to see you." He leaned over and hugged her tight. She smiled and hugged him back happily.

"It's always good to see you Terry. How are you?" She asked as she pulled back and started the car. As she started driving he started talking.

"Well I'm as good as I can be.. I'm nervous though, I haven't looked for a job in so long I don't know if I'll be good at it." Ray gave him a reassuring smile.

"Trust me Terry, you'll do great. Job fairs are guaranteed for people to get jobs. You have a lot of experience as a trucker and I know that there's some jobs in that area at this job fair. Just put in applications in as many as you think you're qualified for and think you'll like, then just wait. Make sure to call and check on your applications every once in a while though."

Terry gave her a jolly smile. "You always know what to say Ray. I'm glad I have you around to help me. I-I'm sorry if I messed up your schedule, asking you to drive me to this job fair."

"Ray shook her head. "No you're fine, Terry. I didn't have a booked schedule today anyway. I'm the one who told you to go anyway and I wanted you to make it. That's what friends are for."

"Yeah but you don't get paid to see me til Friday and-"

"And? Terry, it's okay. I want you to succeed. I don't care about the money, I care about your wellbeing."

"You're the best Ray. Thank you."

"It's not a problem." She parked outside a big grey building and turned to him. "The job fair is on the third floor. All of the jobs are $10 or more and right in your area. I won't be able to pick you up but I want you to have this money to get a cab and a little bit of groceries after." She forced some money into his hand and he gripped it and stared at her with tears in his eyes.

"Ray I can't."

"You can. Now go, get in there and put in applications." He smiled at her in thanks then got out, waving as he entered the building. Klaus quickly got into the front seat.

"You said you had an appointment."

"I did."

"But I thought it was for work. You said I was a last minute patient."

"You are. I had plans to go in with Terry and be there for moral support."

"But why are you helping him off your paid grade??" Klaus asked, perplexed. Ray pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance.

"Because I care about him, he's not just a patient to me."

"You gave him money though! He's a drug addict! I mean come on man!" Klaus waved his arms around as he spoke.

"I trust him not to get drugs. He's been clean for a while now, and I want to make sure he has food." Ray explained. Silence for a minute then,

"Soo... can I have some money too then?"

"No."

"Why not? You gave Terry money." He pointed his finger accusingly.

"Because I don't trust you." Ray said bluntly as she started the car and pulled out.

"Hmph, rude." He muttered with his arms crossed.

"Am I wrong?"

"Well no, but still. I could have bought some good weed with that or- or maybe some ectasy."

"My point exactly." Klaus shrugged with a tilt of his head. After a few minutes of silence Klaus spoke.

"So uhh, where are we going now?"

"I have to do one quick thing then the rest of the day will be focused on you. You'll get to decide what we do." Klaus clapped his hands excitedly at that.

"Oh yayyy! Finally we can have some fun."

"I regret saying that already." Ray muttered under her breath.

"Oh come on, I'm great. You'll have fun, I'll show you."

"Mhm." Ray said, driving to her house. The rest of the car ride was in silence as Klaus occasionally glanced into the rear view mirror almost as if he was looking at someone. Delusions? Paranoia of some kind? He didn't seem to be the kind to take the hard drugs but she didn't know him very well. She parked outside her house and turned to him. "Stay here, I'll be right back."

Ray got out and walked up the steps and inside. Carl was still sitting on the couch, watching tv. "Carl, have you moved at all since I left?" she asked with narrowed eyes,

"Why would I need to move?" He asked, confused. Ray sighed with a shake of her head.

"Okay buddy, have fun with that one brain cell of yours." She looked around for Fiona. "Carl where's Fiona?"

"Uhhhh.." He drifted off as the cartoon entranced him again. Fiona came downstairs then with Liam on her hip and a diaper bag looped around her arm.

"Thank you so much Ray. I'm sorry this is such last minute but I didn't think I would get a call back so soon and- Who's he?" She asked, peering behind Ray's shoulder. Ray looked behind her and sighed as she saw Klaus with a cheeky grin.

"I told you to stay in the car."

"And you thought I would listen?"

"God just-" She gave an irritated growl and turned back to Fiona. "Ignore him. You have a ride to your interview, right?" Ray asked.

"Yeah.." Fiona said slowly taking her eyes off of Klaus and back to Ray. "Steve is taking me." Ray's eyes narrowed.

"How is Steve, by the way?" Ray asked innocently.

"He's good, why?"

"No reason. Here give me Liam before your late to your interview. The car seats in the van right?" Fiona nodded.

"Yea. Franks in the back of the van though so mind the smell. Ian put him in there this morning because he reeked of piss." Fiona said with a cringe. Ray wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"Thanks for the heads up. Okay I'll see you later, love you." Fiona gave her a quick side hug and a kiss on the cheek then gave Liam one too.

"Okay I'll see you guys later. Carl is fine where he is, he's not going anywhere for awhile." Ray looked back around at Carl to see Klaus sitting beside him, watching cartoons with him. Fiona then left through the door, giving Klaus another confused look as she left.

"You know," Klaus started. "This cartoon has been on since I was a kid."

"Man you're old." Carl said. Klaus gave him a glare.

"Look here kid, I'm not old. You're just young." Carl gave him a mocking look.

"Okay, whatever you say." Klaus rolled his eyes and got up.

"What are we doing now? Also who was that? And who's the kid? Er-both the kids anyway. Is the little human in your arms yours?"

"We're going to get a car seat from a van. That was my older sister. The couch potato is my younger brother. This is also my little brother."

"Oh, I love family. I have a few siblings myself. Are those your only siblings or are there more lurking about?" He asked as he followed her to the back door and out it.

"I have two other younger brothers who are both in highschool and a younger sister in elementary school. "

"Oooh you have as many siblings as I do! How fun.. Who am I kidding? My siblings and I would probably choke each other if we were all in the same room together."

"Sounds about right." Ray muttered as she opened the van door to see Frank laying in the walkway between the seats. Ray gagged as the smell hit her. Klaus furrowed his eyebrows and his mouth contorted into disgust.

"I think you have a hobo living in your van. You might wanna get an exterminator for that." And then he laughed at his own joke. Ray couldn't help but let out as slight giggle.

"He's not a hobo, unfortunately. He's my dad."

"This sad excuse is your dad? Oh, well I just figured out why you wanna help people like us." Ray clicked her tongue at his comment, knowing there was truth somewhere in there.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Now shut up for a second." With one hand Ray reached in and started to slowly unbuckle the car seat from the car. After a few seconds of fumbling, Klaus stepped in front of her and got it out then took it and put it on his shoulder. "Oh.. thank you." Ray muttered out. Klaus simply winked at her and they walked back inside and then out the front door.

"You sure you should leave the kid home alone? I've seen the movie home alone and it didn't start on a great premise." Klaus commented as he installed the car seat in the car.

"To answer that valid question, I have quite a long list but I'll just answer with the top three. One, Carl- my brother, is not smart enough to come up with a contraption like in that movie. However, he is crazy and can beat a full grown man if he really needed to. Second, my family has a reputation on this block and that is don't fuck with the Gallagher's. Thirdly, and this is the most crucial, we have nothing to steal; we're poor."

Klaus chuckled. "You know I liked where that was going because at first I thought that it was gonna be pretty badass reasons but that last one really ended on a flat note. Like a song that has a decent start, a great chorus, but the end just didn't go along with the rest of the song." Ray shrugged at that.

"True, but number three was probably the most honest."

"You are indeed right." Klaus then got in the car. "Hurry up, we're gonna have some fun now instead of boring errands." Ray rolled her eyes and got into the driver's side.

"Have you ever even been on an errand in your whole life?"

"Does getting drugs count?"