Caitlin spared him a glare and pulled her arm free. As she opened her mouth to reply a phone went off. Richard pulled a face and withdrew the offending item from his pocket. "Hello?" He flicked his eyes up to Catey, "Yeah and no… I don't…" he sighed and held the plastic device out to her. "It's for you," he muttered.

His eyes were stern, a silent request to listen and not to just ignore whatever was said on the other end of the line. She frowned and took the offered item hesitantly. "What?" It wasn't a pleasant tone with which she delivered it, but with venom in her voice.

"Miss Spencer-"

"Okay," Catey said, her back straightening, "You know my name, what's yours?"

There was a brief pause. "Not for you to know."

"Bull."

"All you need to know Caitlin," there was a slight condescendence to his tone. "Is that we got you out of that prison and we can put you in another prison. One which is even more corrupted and one in which your father's team won't be able to get inside. Are we listening?"

She nodded, eyes forming a glare in Richard's direction. Unfortunately for him, he was the only one around she could take her anger out on. "Go on."

"Moreau will be seeking you and your family, for want of a better word, and we believe-"

Catey shuffled back into her seat and said, "We who? You and Richy boy here?"

That made the man pull a face and take his seat back. She kept her glare in place as she listened. "No. We being the people who made the decision to release you. Now, we believe that because of your father, you have certain skills others do not. We want to use your skills to take Moreau down. What Moreau will not be expecting is for Eliot Spencer's daughter to be the one to bring him down."

There was a pause in the conversation and Catey perked her brows up, leaned back in her chair and said, "You know, my Dad and the rest of 'em will put the man back right?"

"I believe they will focus on getting Olivia Sterling back."

"Sterling?" Catey echoed. Then her fist curled. Sterling. She hated the small meeting the two of them had had last time and she certainly didn't want to meet him again.

"Yes, now we're catching on. Your team will be focused on finding a way to get Olivia back and bring Moreau down. However, we ourselves would like him for ourselves."

"Is this some kind of trade?"

"Help Richard with the plans already in place and we won't turn your team over to the authorities."

She scrunched her face up and in a louder voice said, "Are you blackmailing me?"

Richard had to courtesy to apologise to a few other customers and turned a glare to Catey. She looked somewhat guilty before she returned to her usual glare. "If we must. But Moreau is slowly returning to the standing he had and we can't allow that to happen."

"So give Nathan Ford and his team a chance."

"We don't want to leave it to criminals."

She chuckled at that. "You call them criminals? Doing just as illegal things to get the things you want?"

"To help protect the people, yes."

Catey scoffed, hung up and passed the phone back to Richard. "You need new bosses."

He pulled a face akin to horror. "Did you just hang up on him?"

The phone rang again and Catey quirked one brow. Richard answered it, "Sir, I apologise for-" His face fell and Catey let herself grow concerned. "That's a little extreme don't you-"

He pulled the phone away from his face and Catey stared at him confused, "What?"

"Nobody really says no to my bosses."

Catey narrowed her eyes before she pulled her ear bud out of her pocket and stuffed it back into her ear. It was to the sound of Hardison telling the team that the Police had been alerted of their position along with mug shots and alias'. With a growl she pulled it back out and said in a growl, "Tell your boss I said I'll do it." With that she pushed herself to her feet and stormed out of the café, putting the ear bud back in to listen to frantic conversations.

Over it all she heard her father calling her voice. "I'm on my way back."

"Don't, Police are on the way. Somebody tipped them off about us."

All of a sudden her mouth went dry and she struggled to remove the lump in her throat. "Any idea who?"

"Hardison can't seem to find who. Tell you what, go to your mother's. I'm sure she's missed you enough."

Catey nodded, hands dug deep into her pockets. "Alright."

He promised to talk to her later and she removed her ear bud to give her mind a break from everyone's worried talk. Behind her, the sound of running footsteps made her turn to see Richard begin to slow to walk next to her. "My boss said that that's a warning. Next time, he won't give your team a warning." Catey forced a glare at him and dragged her feet along the sidewalk. "Here," she took the spare phone, her pace never slowing. "I'm to stay with you everywhere you go and you need to keep that phone on you."

She didn't meet his gaze as she spoke, "Why do I need a phone if you're here?"

"Moreau will call that phone."

"What's the plan?"

She felt Richard's apologetic stare and his sigh. "We've already arranged a meet with Moreau. He'll personally take you captive-" At that he got a response, a glare, to which he held a firm gaze. "Let me finish. He'll take you captive, but, I'll be right there. He believes that I'm working for him. Just some low level scum that he's promised to pay off. I'll be there with you. We'll exchange you for Olivia as it's the best we can offer. After that, the plan is for me to help get you out whilst the Company sends in SWAT to arrest and take down Moreau."

"What happens if it all goes to shit?"

There was a pause before Richard responded. "Then, we go with plan F."

Catey glanced at him with a slight smirk. "F for fucked?" Richard nodded with a tight smile and Catey couldn't help the slight chuckle she gave.