Author's Note: A wonderful request from crazygurl which was "How about someone from her past or something". I hope this is what you wanted! Enjoy and please note that Parker and Eliot are not a couple here. Also, I added the part about Eliot's motorcycle but I think he'll get one in the show . . . eventually. Enjoy!

Parker lives in the moment.

It's who she is. She isn't the type of person to dwell in the past or to think about the future. Parker is—for lack of a better word—Parker.

So, when there's a knock on the door at noon, Parker doesn't think as she's getting the door. Well, she is thinking, but the thinking involves her swimming in a pool of money and wondering how she can get that money. When she finally snaps out of her reverie, the sight she sees is shocking.

An older woman—in her mid-40's—stands before Parker. She's wearing a plain white sweater with a dark pair of blue jeans. Her greens eyes light up when they see Parker.

"Parker!" She exclaims and quickly wraps her arms around the shocked Parker. "Oh, sweetie, it's been such a long time!"

Parker does the first thing that comes to mind—she screams.

The woman quickly lets go of her as Parker hears pairs of frantic footsteps behind her.

"Parker!" It's Sophie and Parker quickly clings to her and uses her as a shield.

Eliot looks at Hardison and Nate; both of them seem as mystified as he is as to why Parker is freaking out. His gaze then drifts to Parker and he feels anger course through his veins as he sees the pure terror in her eyes. Whoever this woman was, she didn't bring up fond memories for Parker and Eliot wasn't about to let this woman cause any more trouble.

"Parker, dear?" The woman moves in closer and Parker shudders. Sophie—perplexed—gently tries to soothe her to no avail. "Don't you remember me? I'm Mrs. Gabbler, your old foster mother!"

It all happened so quickly.

Parker completely lost it and charged at Mrs. Gabbler. Eliot was faster than Parker though and quickly encircled his strong arms around her to prevent her from hurting the woman.

"You stay away from me!" Parker screamed. "Stay away!"

Mrs. Gabbler looked hurt.

"Parker, child," She took a step closer and Eliot groaned with effort. Parker was not calming down.

Not good.

"Nate!" Eliot yelled.

Nate nodded.

"Mrs. Gabbler," He said calmly. "Can we speak in the other room while Parker calms herself?" Mrs. Gabbler nodded and Nate led her deeper into the team's headquarters. Hardison followed after Nate as did Sophie, albeit reluctantly.

When he was sure she wasn't going to go all berserk on him again, Eliot released Parker, but he could still see the unadulterated fury in her eyes.

"Parker," Eliot addressed. "What the hell was that stunt you just tried to pull!? You coulda gotten locked up for assault—"

Parker ignored him and grabbed the keys to his motorcycle and ran out the door.

Eliot chuckled dryly. There was definitely no way in hell that Parker was getting on his baby!

She was fast, but Eliot had been trained to be faster. He catches up to her and grabs her wrist.

"Eliot!" She shouts. "Let me go!"

"No," He replies calmly.

Parker dropped the keys and began to cry and then embraced Eliot. Confused, Eliot returned the hug.

He may not know who this Mrs. Gabbler was and he may never know, but right now Parker needed him.

And that was all he needed to know.

Author's Note: Review/Request please!