Noah arrived at the school. He and the detective ran inside. While the detective stopped briefly to show them his badge, Noah dashed passed the distracted security guards.

Class 1D was the one he was looking for. He ran into the class room, spying through the room for a certain back of the head.

"Excuse me, Sir," said the teacher, "This class is in session. You'll have to leave now."

Noah resisted the urge to roll his eyes, instead, he remained firm and polite. "I'm looking for Morgan Benten. Do you know where I can find her?"

Morgan turned around at the sound of her father's voice. "Dad?"

To him, the whole world stopped.

"Dad?" Morgan asked, staring in shock at an even more surprised man. "What are you doing here?"

Noah raised an eyebrow at that. "I was a put to ask you the same thing," was what he left it at. "I thought you got suspended."

Morgan was just as confused as him. "What are you talking about? That was two months ago, today's my first day back!"

If Noah didn't feel like an idiot before, he certainly felt like one now. He rubbed his face with embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I guess I must've forgot."

The detective suddenly burst through the door. "Did you find her yet?!" He asked loudly.

Both Benten winced. And the kids around her began lauging. Now she was the one who was rubbing her face in embarrassment. "You called the police?!" she practically shrieked.

Noah defended himself with a feeble shrugged and, "I was tired."

Cause that excuses calling the police.

The police officer himself looked like he was about to start crying. At one point, he did. "It's a happy story!" He defended, blowing his nose loudly.

Morgan felt something sharp hit her. She whipped around at Alejandro, glaring holes into him, or she would have, at least, if she had laser vision. He pretended not to notice. "Whatcha staring at me for?!" He whispered.

She rolled her eyes and turned around. "Teacher, you mind if Dad takes me home now?"

The teacher, who was still distracted from all that had just happened, finally snapped back to reality. "Hm. Yes, of course. He just has to sign this paper that states that he's your father."

Noah was in no mood to sign anything. "Or I'll just take her home," he snapped at the teacher.

Dead silence. And then, "No, it's a law that you must sign a cold out." (It's not)

Noah opened his mouth to retort something, but the officer spoke first, raising a hand as though he was back in school again. "I'll vouch for him," he offered.

Oh, how helpful, right?! Noooooo...

The teacher gave up. "I give it," The teacher snapped. "Just take the child and go."

It was at that point that security burst through the doors. The were all panting and severely out of breathe. The teacher simply fixed them with a stern glare. "Let them go, you idiots. You're already too late!"

They sidestepped as the eccentric four-year-old girl skipped/high-speed-bolted through the door. What was left of the class stared after the strange father, crazy daughter, and plain weird police officer, as the primary and latter left after her.

The police officer- Percy- he called himself had given them a ride home. And by the time the ride home was done, they both wished they could have pencils jabbed into their ears (vivid, yes), since the only "music" the blue eyed police officer listened to was his own. He sung. LOUDLY. And OFFKEY.

In fact, his singing itself, Morgan was sure, would have killed the toughest wolf (alphadog) in the first five minutes of his "performance". Morgan resisted the urge to start screaming her own songs, at least, she was sure, THAT would be better.

Of course, after the drive from heck, both father and daughter where just happy to be home. Percy wished them well with happy tears in his eyes- again. As soon as they got inside, they both simultaneously collapsed into something.

The door for Morgan. And the wall for Noah. He grinned widely at her, "Percy."

She grinned back, mocking a pirate, "Aye, that Percy. Drives me crazy, that one!"

He chuckled at her imitation. So like mother like daughter. "Go take a nap or something," he commanded.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, can I?!" She giffed sarcastically at him. "I figured you'd want me to do my homework or something."

He decided to play along. A mocking smile graced his face. "Fine. Go do your homework or you're grounded."

She pretended to think about it. "Hm... Nah, I don't think I will. Too commanding. Try being nicer."

Noah almost scowled. He fondly remembered the days when a child would listen to their parents. You know, back in his days. "Oh, is that so? Well, in that case, I suppose you don't want me to read you Alice's adventures in wonderland, then?"

She gasped. "Oh, ye! Ye wouldn't!"

He just teased her with anot her playful smirk. "I wouldn't? Watch me."

She instantly gave in. "I instantly give in."

And who said geniuses didn't think alike?