The instant dread Elle felt when she walked into her father's office was overwhelming at best. She was nervous and terrified. She hated being called into her father's office because it usually always meant she did something wrong. The strong tell tale sign that she had failed him once again. Could she ever get past disappointing the only family member she had left?

Bob swirled his chair around to face her, hands folded together in his lap as he faced his daughter with a face expression diverted of emotion.

"Elle honey, have a seat." His eyes narrowed down on one of the chairs in front of his desk.

Elle refused, remaining standing by the door in case she needed a quick getaway. "No, I'd rather stand."

Bob looked at her from behind his circular glasses making Elle even more on edge. "I have some unfortunate news to tell you…"

"I kind of already figured that out."

Bob resumed ignoring her, "You are pulled off the Gabriel Gray case."

Elle just stood there leaning against the wall contemplating what he just said. She was pulled off the Gabriel Gray case? Within seconds, her face masked with fear was now contorted into a fit of rage, the white skin on her face gaining color.

The wall was no longer her comfort of support as she stepped forward stopping dead in her tracks when Bob held up a hand signaling her to stop.

"Why?" She demanded, her blue eyes quickly becoming like daggers as she glared at him. "What did I do wrong?"

"You haven't done anything wrong… yet."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She spat, her anger never decreasing in the slightest.

"Angela had a dream about you-"

Elle cut him off, "Angela is an old hag who oversteps her boundaries!"

Bob rolled his eyes before resuming where he left off. "She said that you were going to be the one to turn Gabriel into Sylar."

A flash of shock gleamed in her eyes, her mouth gaping open in surprise. "Me? Daddy, you know I'd never do that! That would be going against your word… against the mission… I'd never-"

Bob held up a hand silencing her. "Angela's never been wrong. I trust her."

"You trust her above your own daughter?" Elle said in a small childlike voice, her anger subsiding.

"Yes Elle, I do. You're motives are unclear and unreliable. I love you, I do. But business comes before family, sweetheart." His tone is softer now. "Tell me you understand, please?"

Elle recoils as if she'd been slapped. Being slapped would be less painful than those words. Bob sees the oncoming tears and stands up one hand outstretched towards her. She jumps back, hands in the air.

"Don't come near me!" She screamed making Bob himself take a step back. "I'm done being the good little agent you trained me to be. I'm doing what I want for a change."

Elle turns away rushing out the door leaving Bob standing there in a daze of what had just happened.

He had just lost his agent, his daughter in some way, and all for a good cause.

To stop the rise of Sylar.

Angela was so busy worried about stopping Sylar from forming that she didn't even realize she had another obstacle to deal with. She had to save her granddaughter Claire also, and stop Elle. To stop Sylar she had to prevent Claire's death and to stop Elle she had to… what? Kill her? Angela didn't have to dream to know Elle was not going to go down without a fight.

She knew Noah Bennet, Claire's adopted father, but he didn't know her. That was about to change.

Given her resources, she had had Bennet's number for a long time for occasions like this. She didn't waste any time calling him and was a little surprised he had picked up to an unknown number.

"Hello?" His voice was intimidating and harsh as she imagined it would be for a company man.

"Mr. Bennet, this is Angela Petrelli. I have some news regarding your daughter, Claire Bennet."

It took him a moment to answer and she almost believed he hung up. But his voice was suspicious now from her last statement. "Petrelli? I don't believe I know you."

"Of course you don't, I've kept my identity hidden from you. I'm Claire's grandmother."

That last sentence rendered him speechless.

"Mr. Bennet?"

"Yes." His voice was barely audible. She found it amusing the only way of affecting this man was talking about Claire.

"I presume you heard me."

He didn't waste any time picking back up to his harsh tone, this time more menacing. "If this has anything to do with you taking my Claire Bear away from me…"

Angela cut him off before he could finish. "Don't be silly. I'm not capable of taking care of Claire and neither is my son." She swore she could hear him sigh in relief. "The purpose of this call is to warn you."

"Warn me?"

"Yes." She paused before saying something that would surely render him speechless again. "Like Claire, I have an ability too… seeing the future in my dreams."

"Claire doesn't have an ability." He quickly lied. Even if she was her grandmother, the more people who knew about Claire's ability, the more dangerous it would be for Claire.

"I know for a fact she does. Like her father, like her mother, an inherited trait."

Noah's voice was panicked. "You can't tell anyone about her ability…"

"That was never my intention, Noah."

"Then what?"

Angela paused, memorizing the dream she had that seemed so real that she found herself clutching her chest where her heart was. There was no easy way to say it. "I need you to protect Claire, keep her safe. I believe she's in danger."

Noah found this phone call with Claire's grandmother to be an unpleasant one. His worries for Claire increased with each word she said, now it was heightened to a fear clenching dread. "What kind of danger?"

"Let me deal with that, you protect Claire."

"But she's my daughter!" He yelled, losing patience.

A silent pause then soft whispering words. "Goodbye Noah."

The line clicked dead leaving Noah standing there scared for Claire's safety.

Claire stood out in front of Gray Time Pieces store, hand hovering over the doorknob. Was she being too forward coming to see him again? Granted, she did fly all the way out here, it'd be stupid to avoid the person she came so far to see.

Through the glass windows, Claire could see Gabriel behind his desk focused solely on a watch in his hand. She usually never liked the dorky guys, or even went after older guys, but something about Gabriel drew her in. He was mature, nice… maybe too nice, and insanely good looking with his dark eyes and dark hair with his tall lanky body. He wasn't just some high school guy who wanted only one thing and didn't care how far to go to get it. He was insecure even and a lack of ego, a guy who had never been given a second glance.

Not until now.

Emotions on overdrive, Claire held in a breath and swung open the door. The bell above the door rang, and Gabriel's head instantly shot up eyes resting on her.

He seemed genuinely surprised she was there, but the shock quickly subsided and was placed by overwhelming joy. The smile plastered on his face left one on hers too.

Gabriel was beaming. "You!" his excitement faltered as he realized he didn't know her name. "Your…"

Claire held back a laugh as his face was turning red with embarrassment. "It's Claire."

Gabriel wasted no time striding over to her, hand outstretched. "Such a beautiful name." He stopped, hand still outstretched, but now feeling even more embarrassed for what he had just said. "I… I'm… Gabe… Gabriel."

She couldn't stop smiling. He complimented her, got embarrassed over it, then stuttered his own name because of it. Surely this turned off almost every girl, but not her. She found it absolutely adorable.

Her hand connected with his and she shook it, finding comfort with her small hand connected with his larger one that provided warmth to her naturally cold skin. "It's nice to officially meet you Gabriel."

He stood there, eyes glued to her undying beauty and never wanting to let go of her hand. It let him know this was real… she was real.

"Broken watch again?" He broke the silence, hoping she didn't know him full out gawking over her.

She did.

"Oh no, I was in the city so I decided to drop by…. Make acquaintances with a watch maker so I can be fully covered in case I have a watch emergency again." She was trying to find an excuse as to why she showed up on his doorstep, but Gabriel didn't seem to mind. Actually, he seemed thrilled.

"Whatever the reason, I'm glad you came." His smile was radiating. "Please, stay for awhile. Can I get you anything? I have a mini fridge in the back."

"Water would be great, thanks."

He turned on his heels and rushed out of the room quickly, afraid of leaving her alone for just a second as if she might disappear on him. Within seconds, he came flying back into the room hand outstretched offering her a glass of water.

She takes it, smiling. "Thank you."

He stood there watching her drink out of the bottled water and trying to contemplate his next move. Her eyes never left him either and his gaze darted to the floor as she caught him staring.

Quickly he decided to divert the attention off of his obvious staring problems, hesitating slightly as her eyes remained on him, waiting.

"Listen, uh, Claire…" He stopped, nerves on overdrive as he realized just what he was about to do. "If you're not busy, would you like to grab some dinner… with me?" He put on a weak cheesy smile trying to hide his insecurities. He'd just asked a gorgeous blonde to dinner, something he never thought he'd do let alone be in the position to ask.

Claire stood there, registering his words in her mind for a second. Did he seriously just ask her out? If she wasn't in his presence she was sure she'd be twirling around the room squealing with excitement. But she had to act cool, not like some innocent little girl in High School… which she was.

Claire smiled which let Gabriel let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. "Of course, I am starving."

He sighed, overly relieved and now overwhelmed with joy. She had said yes. "Great!" He exclaimed sounding way too chipper making Claire laugh. He recovered himself, lowering his voice to sound moderately normal and less so enthusiastic. "I mean cool, where would you like to go?"

"I know this really cool Chinese restaurant my dad always takes me to."

"I love Chinese."

"Really?"

"Of course." He brushes past her, hurrying off to get his coat before rushing back to her side. He holds out his arm to her and Claire doesn't hesitate as she takes it. Her fingers wrap delicately around his arm, squeezing it lightly as he lead her out the door.