A/N: well, another chapter. And another day. Remember to review!

--Emily—

Disclaimer: I wish I owned this all! Oh how I wish I owned it. But alas, I do not :'(

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Sara smiled to herself as she got into her car and drove away from the diner. It would be interesting, seeing how Nick and Kay would get along. She hoped they would do well alone.

The group was silent for a moment as they watched Sara leave. Finally, Nick turned to his daughter.

"Well, you um, ready to get going?"

"Yeah. Whatever." She shrugged.

"Hey, Nick, don't you remember? You picked me up." laughed Warrick, getting up.

"Oh yeah. Sorry War." Warrick just shook his head and followed the Texan out.

As Nick turned on the car, the familiar notes of country came from the speakers. Warrick groaned from the front seat and promptly switched the radio to jazz. Nick shot him a glare and changed it back. Kay just stared in amusement as she watched the two men fight over the station. Finally, Nick glanced over at his daughter who watched from the back seat.

"Why don't we let her decide?" Nick silently groaned. He did not want to listen to some pop crap. Or rap, or punk, or whatever it was teens liked. Kay giggled.

"Actually, hate to burst your bubble but I listen to country." She said, grinning at the defeated look that took up residence on Warrick's face. Nick chuckled as he looked back at the teenage girl, who just shook her head.

As they pulled into Warrick's driveway, he leaped out of the car. Kay rolled her eyes at the man as Nick drove away. As he drove, Nick glanced back at Kay, who sat softly singing along with the radio.

"So, how did you ever get your mom to listen to this stuff?" wondered Nick. Kay shrugged.

"I don't really know. I just heard it in the car one day. She likes it." came the reply. Nicks eyebrows shot up as he processed what the girl had said. "You look surprised." Observed the girl.

"I am. Sara used to hate it when I put this on." They were quiet for the rest of the short drive to Nick's home. As he parked the car, Kay looked up at the small home.

"Nice." Was all she said as they entered the house? She promptly plopped down on a couch upon entering.

"Want anything to drink?"

"No thanks." As She looked around, Nick observed his young daughter. Her hair was pulled back and pinned up, a few strands gently brushing her face. She wore a simple tee shirt and a pair of blue jeans that hugged her slight curves. She reminded him of her mother.

"So, you ride horses?" he asked, sitting down next to her. Kay's eyes brightened.

"Yeah. I have one, Pita." she said with a smile.

"Wow."

"Yeah. And get this, Mom actually makes a good horseshow mom." Kay, said, causing Nick to laugh.

"Well, we never thought Sara would make a good mom in general."

"She is actually a good mom, well, as far as moms go at least."

"That's good." He paused for a moment. "Kay, Had she ever mentioned me, or anything about the past?" Kay shook her head.

"No. Even when I asked, she just refused. All I ever found out was that she worked in Las Vegas on the night shift. That's why I came to the Lab.," she told him.

"Oh." Nick got up and looked at her.

"I'll be right back."

"Whatever." A moment later, the phone rang.

"Kay, can you get that for me?" Yelled Nick from the other room.

"Okay." She picked up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Hi, uh, who is this?"

"Kay."

"Um, is there a Nick around?"

"Yeah. Hold on." She looked up at the sound of footsteps behind her. She handed him the phone and curled back up on the couch.

"Hello." Greeted Nick.

"Nick, who was that who answered? She sounded like she was just a girl!" scolded his mother from the other end. Nick inwardly groaned. How the hell was he going to explain all of this?"

"Hi Mom."

"Nick, who was that girl?"

"Um, that was Kay."

"And why is she there?"

"Um," Nick tried to figure out exactly how to tell this to his mother. "Uh, mom, are you sitting down?"

"Oh no. I feel like I'm about to be told by a child that they are pregnant, which you can't be? Right, or, OH MY GOD! YOU'RE A DOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"(A/N: don't ask, it's a inside joke. I just HAD to include this. Midget, that was for you!)

"Whoa, mom, calm down. I'm not going to be a dommy."

"Oh, that's good. Now, go on, explain to me what a teenage girl is doing answering your phone."

"Um, Mom, Kay is my um, she's my, my, um"

"I believe the word we're looking for is daughter." Came the sarcastic voice from the couch. Nick glared at his daughter.

"Um, what I'm trying to say is she's my daughter."

"WHAT!?!?" screamed his mother.

"I can explain…"

"You have a daughter and never told us?"

"Well, I just found out last night."

"What?"

"Her mom was in Vegas for a convention and Kay came to lab looking for information about her father and her mother pretty much had to tell us."

"Oh my! How old is she? Who's her mother?"

"15, and Mom, do you remember Sara Sidle?"

"The woman you were in love with but always denied being in love with." Nick chuckled; the statement made by his mother was very true.

"Yeah, that's the one. She's Kay's Mother."

"Oh my."

"Yeah. Mom, listen, I need to go. Can I call you back later?"

"Ok. Bye."

"Bye." Nick hung up the phone and groaned. Kay looked at him.

"Hey, you ok?" she asked.

"Yeah." He smiled at her.

"Ok, 'cause you look like you've just seen a ghost. Again." she said, returning his grin. "So, what is there to do around here?"

"Well, you can watch TV, I have Internet." He said, not quite sure what a teenager would want to do.

"Ok. Anything not in here?" Nick chuckled at the girl's obvious lack of interest in what he had mentioned.

"Yeah, we could go down to one of the amusement parks." Kay's eye's lit up.

"Could we?"

"Alright. Lets go!"

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A/N: wow, that really sucked. Seriously, I did not like that chapter. And about the Dommy thing, well, don't ask. It's a long story. Lol. Well, review!

--Emily--