Disclaimer: I own none, only Casey. I may not even own the plot which may be owned by Ivorycat (read her stories, they're good!). She also may be writing for this, so look out for her input. Joss, the insane god he is, owns the whole cast of characters you see, save again, for Casey, she is mine.

Attention: Look, there will be talk of, if not seen, cases of child abuse from Holtz. This happens because in my time line, Holtz took much of his anger out on Casey, and some out on Connor. But Connor was the favorite child of the two. More about that later. There also may be instance of corporal punishment. I would like to inform people that child abuse and corporal punishment are two different things. Corporal punishment will only happen when there is need for it to happen, and it will always be done in a loving environment.

Author's Note: I am going to try and put my teenage characters though what normal teenagers go through. That may be bad grades, idiot teachers, sexual harassment, drugs, alcohol, and that such. Some may be embellished a little, but guess what? If they are, that's because I have yet to experience them in my high school. Now don't say that I make this some kind of soap opera, because quite frankly, life is one.

Summery: Casey finds out how Connor's living and bails him out.

Chapter Five: The Time for the Crime

Casey handed her money to the bouncer and threaded her way though the crowd. Gunn had made it in before her and Fred was somewhere behind her. This wasn't the first time she had been out to help a client, but this had been the first time she didn't have anyone shadowing her every move as she fought.

Well she wasn't really fighting. Cordelia thought it was a good idea for her to socialize, after all in a few short weeks she'd be going to high school, and Angel though that it would be good for her to observe and be on hand if anything got out of hand.

It really suited her fine, she enjoyed getting dressed up and blending in with people who had normal lives, blending in with people that didn't know things go bump in the night. As she walked towards the bar to get a water, she saw Fred and waved the tiniest bit, Fred just smiled.

As she walked away from the bar she walked towards the front of the club, wanting some fresh air. That's when she saw Connor. How the hell he had scrounged up the money to get in was past her. There looked like a fight had broken out between him and the bouncers. And quite frankly, if no one stepped in, Connor would be in a heap of trouble.

Threading her way though the crowd, Casey looked for either Gunn or Fred, she found Gunn first. Quietly explaining the situation to him in vague terms, Casey hurried back to where she had seen Connor previously. There in front of her eyes she saw Connor getting handcuffed by a police officer.

Making a split second decision, she rushed in, "Connor!" she cried, drawling both Connor and the policeman's attention.

"Do you know this young man?" the police officer asked.

"Aye de me, of course I do. He's my brother. You see we just moved here and our father wanted us to socialize, I didn't think he'd get in trouble." Casey wailed, making the whole thing up.

"Well miss, do you have a ride?" the police officer asked.

Casey shook her head, "Would it be all right if I went with you? Besides, Connor is a little bit of a trouble maker and my father might be a little bit more reasonable if he heard it from me."

The police officer nodded and led the two teens to the patrol car, one in handcuffs, and the other free. As they drove, the police officer paid no attention to the two teens in the back, which was just as well, because if he had, he would have seriously thought about locking the two up for being under the influence of drugs.

"You didn't have to do that you know," Connor snapped as soon as they started to drive.

"Yeah, but just think I'm doing you a favor. You would have called him eventually. Just think he won't be as hard on you if I call. Besides Gunn knows and they will finish up and tell him. Then I'll call," Casey smirked.

"I wouldn't have," Connor hissed and Casey rolled her eyes.

"Shut up will you?" she demanded of him, and then pinched him on his arm.

Connor shot her a dark look but stayed silent. He kicked her lightly though, which just caused her to pinch harder in the same spot.

By the time they had arrived at the local precinct, Connor was sporting a rather large bruise on his arm. Casey had been able to avoid most of Connor's kicks so he had been the only injured throughout the car ride. When they walked into the stone building Angel was already waiting for them.

"Hi Daddy," Casey smiled an innocent smile, while Connor rolled his eyes. He couldn't understand why she was sucking up to the guy.

Angel quickly signed for Connor and dragged him to the car. That's when he noticed the black and blue mark on Connor's arm. "What happened?" he asked, going into what many of the fang gang called 'papa bear mode'.

"She did," Connor jerked his head toward an nonchalant Casey.

"Casey," Angel sighed.

"What, he deserved it," Casey started to sound like Cordelia did when Angel first met her, and that was not good.

"Well I hate to break up this love fest, but I have to go," Connor tried to jerk out of Angel's grip, but Angel just pulled him back.

"I don't think so bub. I really don't feel like bailing your ass out of jail everyday. You're coming home with me. Where you belong," Angel started to drag both of his children towards his Cadillac.

"Fuck no," Connor challenged, standing firm where he stood.

Angel let go of Casey for a second and a firm swat landed on Connor's behind, surprising him into moving. As they drove along Angel started to lecture the two, who had yet to give up their petty argument.

"Look," he voice was so sharp both his teenagers look up front. "I don't know how Holtz brought you up, and I don't care. But you will give people the proper respect that they deserve. This may be cliché, but treat others the way you want to be treated. Punishments will vary from extra chores to spankings. You step out of line and your butt is mine, got it?"

"Yeah, sure, I got it," Connor mumbled.

"What was that?" Angel looked back at his son.

"I understand," Connor said sullenly.

"I understand Dad," Casey chirped, making Connor glare at her. What a friggin' brown noser she was.