The day came all to soon. And before Kizzy even knew it, her, Dally, and Soda were headed for the DX. She fidegeted the entire time, until Dally put a hand on hers, and gave her a reassuring smile. One that, unfortunately, didn't reach his startling blue eyes.

Soda noticed her lack of focus, and so did her boss. But, neither one commented. Just as three o'clock rolled around, Kizzy was on the edge. She was pale, and sweating. She looked as if she had a fever.

"I can't believe the son of a bitch is late!" Kizzy said, glancing down at her watch. It was three thirty and her father wasn't in sight.

Dally's arm was draped over her shoulder, like a comfort blanket. Something that just made you feel all fuzzy inside. "It's better if he don't come at all." Dally said, and even though he was comforting, she could feel his muscles wound tight. Like a cat ready to spring.

As Kizzy glanced at her watch, she heard a car pull up and stop. She looked up, instantly greeted by the sneering face of her father. She could feel the blood draining from her face and Dally rubbed her back comfortingly. She managed a shaky breath and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Afternoon," her father grunted.

Kizzy and Dally both blinked, remaining silent.

"Aren't you going to say hello to your father, Kizzy?" He asked.

"Yeah, hi." She grunted, looking anywhere but at him. After a long silence she sighed, "What do you want anyway?"

"I was kind of hoping I could take my little girl back home with me."

Kizzy snorted, her jaw dropping. "You kicked me out you old, drunk bastard!" She bellowed, catching the attention of several nearby pedestrians. "Just go back to Brooklyn…I'm really tired of looking at you."

Her father gave a sneer, and then a bark of laughter, "I could force you, you know that. You're 17 not 18. So until then, you're legally mine."

The brunette stood up, fist clenched at her side, and glared with such hatred, Dally was surprised that her father didn't fall back. "Well, Dad. I'll remind you, since it seems you have forgotten, that my birthday is in two weeks. By the time you bring it to the judge, I'll be legal to never see you again."

He stared at her, contemplating just what to do, "What I want, Kizzy," He said, after a moment of thought, "Is you to say you're sorry."

Dally stared in horror. There were two things wrong with that. One, Kizzy hadn't done anything, and two, Kizzy absolutely hated to apologize to anyone. It was a blow to her pride, and she never said it unless she really needed to.

That leer came to his face, he knew those two factors, and he was enjoying ever minute of watching Kizzy decide what to do.

That couldn't be all he wanted, Dally was sure, it was probably some stupid game of his to torture his daughter. Asshole.

With clenched fists, Kizzy started forward, only to have Dally grasp her arm to restrain her.

"All I need is an apology." Her father said, smirking at both of them.

"I didn't do anything!" She hissed, her body trembling with anger. Dally was afraid that he wouldn't be able to keep a hold of her for very long if she got any angrier. "WHY are you doing this to me?"

"I deserve an apology."

She growled and Dally grasped her other arm, now keeping her maintained with most of his strength. "Kizzy…he's not worth it."

After a few moments of both people staring at eachother, trying to get the other the buckle first, Kizzy threw her hands in the air. She held the steady glare on her face and shook her head, "fine. I'm sorry. Happy?" She barked.

"Not as convincing as I would have liked it to be…but yes." He replied, grinning maliciously. "Now, where's my car?"

"In the garage. Follow me." She turned away from him, walking quickly to the garage, and grabbing a set of keys. She went over to the bay that held her father's car, and tossed him the keys. "I tightened a few loose screws, refilled the oil, and fixed your starter. It'll be $11.47."

The man flipped open his wallet, pulled out some dollars and handed it to her. "Keep the change as a tip." She only nodded.

He got into the car and smiled as it started up. Slowly he pulled out, "See ya around, Kizzy." He called, that hateful smirk on his face.

Stopping at the exit, he looked both ways, then slowly pulled out. He beeped the horn once, and they watched him roll away.

Kizzy turned her back, and Dally watched the light go red. Watched the Caddy continue, break lights never going on.

There was a big crash, and then an explosion. Dally turned to Kizzy, "What'd you do?" He asked.

She avoided his eyes, "Let's just say his brakes were bad."

Dally stared at her in awe for a few moments before cracking up with laughter. "You didn't…"

"I didn't do anything, I just said his brakes sucked. That's all." Kizzy said with a shrug. "But maybe my hand slipped when I was working on it and threw them outta whack. Who knows?"

Still chuckling, Dally shook his head, "you're something else, Little."

She shrugged again, "I do what I can. And I do believe that my day is over…so whaddaya say we head back to the Curtis' house and raise hell?"

Dally cast a look over at the burning Cadillac, and the other automobile, "I think you already did." he replied, but smiled at her and took her hand in his, "But, we can bring it to the Curtis'. 'Sides, gotta see how Johnny's fairing."

Kizzy smiled and got into Dally's car, and they left. Leaving behind the Cadillac, the fire, and the horrible father.

A/N: Please review.