Life was complicated. Normal teenage life was complicated; the boys who refused to ask you out even though they were sweet, handsome, kind and it was blatantly obvious that there were mutual feelings, the school where you didn't quite fit in, the awkward family situation that was difficult to explain and the awkward sensation of trying to fit was terrible. Add to that a secret life and a criminal family and you had, well, a complicated situation.

It had been a week since Abby had been involved with the job at the school and she still felt as conflicted as she did when it was running. The problem was that she had loved it; freaking loved it. She loved the conning, the logistics of how everything worked out and the fact that they had done something amazing. She had never done that before.

But, as much as she had loved it, she knew it was wrong. While she had loved the conning, she had hating the lying and manipulating. She had hated that she had enjoyed what Eliot really hadn't wanted for her. She hated that this might be what she wanted. She also hated that Kyle hadn't asked her out.

And with all the commotion that came along with the team's life, and the commotion that came along with school, she got very little time to think it all through with no distractions; except when she was driving.

She was like Eliot in that way, though she didn't even realise it. It was one of the rare times in their busy life they got to be alone.

So, on the fifteen minute drive from school back to Nate's she turned on some music and thought. Patiently and quietly about, well, everything. Today, however, fate had other plans.

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"Nuh uh. No way!" Sophie exclaimed as she and the team walked into Nate's apartment. "It didn't go according to plan because you forgot to let the stupid sheep go. It would have been fine if you'd have done that!"

"It ain't my fault if the damn sheep don't prance on command!" Hardison retorted.

"The sheep didn't need to prance Hardison! I told you it was overkill!" Eliot exclaimed frustratedly.

"Please stop yelling in front of little Casper!" Parker yelled, ironically louder than everyone.

"You're not keeping the sheep Parker," Nate said in his father-like tone.

"But..."

"No buts."

"Did you get me a sheep?" Abby enquired over comms, driving home from school. Normally she chose to ignore the banter in her ear but this, well, this was too obscure. Even for them.

"Why do you want a sheep?" her uncle asked, utterly bewildered.

"Why wouldn't she want a sheep?" Parker answered for her.

"Exactly!" Abby stated.

"We live in an apartment," Eliot said matter-of-factly. "Where are you going to keep a sheep?"

"People have pets."

"Cats, dogs and fish maybe, but not sheep."

"Can I get a cat?"

Nate chuckled as Eliot pinched the bridge of his nose before their playful banter was interrupted by a screech and an almighty bang on the other side of the comms.

"Abby?" Eliot questioned and, after a moment of silence and no movement, the team stood up, nervous and ready to move. "Abby?" he asked again, with no reply. "Hardison, track her. Now!" There was an understandable sense of urgency and worry in his voice.

"At the intersection down the road," Hardison informed, pointing his arm furiously east.

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"Ow," Abby exclaimed, pushing the inflated air bag down from her face and slowly rolling her neck. She did a quick body check; nothing felt broken, she couldn't see any blood but her head was pounding and she was certain her body would ache like hell the following morning.

She breathed quietly for a moment as she tried to gather her bearings and try and remember what happened. It was my fault, she thought momentarily and her heart rate spiked. No, no, she reassured as recalled the green light. It must have been another driver, she concluded.

"Abby?" Eliot asked, snapping the teenager back into reality.

"I'm fine," she mumbled, slowly and painfully stepping out of the car to inspect the damage. A black sedan was firmly implanted into the passenger side of her, or rather Eliot's, car. She quickly began to walk over to the other vehicle when the door opened and, seeing that the driver was unharmed and speaking on his phone, she began to yell furiously.

"What the hell! That was a red light! You could have killed somebody!"

"Abby settle down. Don't do anything stupid. We're on our way," Eliot exclaimed, the team already out the door.

"Just get Lila to sign over Kovack and Marcus. I want them!" the man said into his cell, then hung up his phone. "Sorry, Steven Case," he said extending his hand and offering a clearly well-rehearsed smile.

"Are you kidding me?" Abby said in disbelief, ignoring the man's greeting. "You're on the phone? What type of idiot talks on the phone while driving in peak hour traffic?" she shouted, pacing around in circles.

"Are you okay?" the man asked bitterly, clearly unimpressed with Abby's use of the word idiot to describe him.

"Fine," she said as a police vehicle pulled up, an obviously rookie cop getting out of the driver's seat.

"Is everybody okay?" the officer asked, surveying the damage.

"Far as I know officer," Abby replied.

"Sir, I'm going to need a statement from you," the officer said, addressing Case. "Ma'am there's an ambulance here to check you out."

"What? I'm fine," Abby replied, slightly abrasively.

"Ma'am you have a cut on your head; you could have a concussion," the officer replied kindly.

"Fine," Abby said and walked over to the ambulance.

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Five minutes later Eliot pulled up; her uncle racing out of the car before it even came to a halt.
"I'm fine," she said before the hitter could ask anything, pre-empting his inevitable string of concerned questions. "Just a graze," she said, gesturing to the now covered wound on her forehead. "It was just from some glass."

"What happened?" Eliot asked, satisfied, for the most part, with his niece's safety.

"Asshole driver ran a red light because he was on his asshole of a cell phone and wasn't concentrating and t-barred me," she explained eloquently, jumping down from the back of the ambulance.

Eliot shot her a look, telling her to slow down and take it easy. Abby humoured him and did not roll her eyes.

"And you're okay?" he asked, inspecting the wound on her head while simultaneously brushing the hair off her face.

"Fine DyaDya," she replied as the officer walked over to the ambulance.

"I had to use my own name," she stated quickly in Italian. "I had my licence on me. That's gonna be alright yeah?"

"Its fine, Hardison'll sort everything out."

"Yeah, sorry about your car," she said in English, realising it was never going to be able to be used again.

"I'm just glad you're okay," he said kissing her on the forehead.

"How are you feeling ma'am?" the officer asked.

"Okay I guess," she replied.

"Can I take your statement?" he asked cautiously. Abby nodded and then proceeded to answer the man's questions in great detail.

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Fifteen minutes later Abby pulled her backpack, jacket and keys out of the wreckage, before saying goodbye to her, or rather Eliot's, trusty vehicle.

"Can I grab your insurance details off you miss?" the driver of the other car asked Abby pinched the bridge of her nose before laying down her bag and pulling out a pen and workbook.

"Yeah, sure," she replied and proceeded to write down her details before tearing the page out of her workbook and handing it to the man, in exchange for his own.

She scanned it briefly, to make sure all of the details were there (although it did not really matter; they were rich enough that they could pay for another car easily, it was more that Abby just wanted this idiot to pay) and then stuffed the paper in her pocket.

"Abigail Spencer," he said in disbelief.

"That's what it says," she replied and turned to walk away.

"Abigail Spencer," Case said again.

"Yes. Why?"

"You don't know who I am," he stated; it was not a question and there was disbelief and surprise in his voice.

"You're the guy who rammed my uncle's car," she smiled smugly and turned back to face him.

"Uncle's?" he snorted. "Figures."

"Should I know you?" Abby queried.

Before Case could answer, however, Eliot yelled out and stood up quickly from leaning back against his Dodge. Eliot hadn't noticed the man before but now that he had, he made his way furiously towards him.

"Hey!" the hitter yelled, pointing his finger at Case. "Stay away!"

"Eliot?" Abby asked confused.

"Abby, go wait in the car," he said, jaw clenched.

"Elio..."

"Go," he reiterated and Abby did as she was told, storming frustratedly to her uncle's car.

"I swear Eliot I had no idea!" Case pleaded, holding his hands up in pre-emptive submission.

"You know Steven, I don't know whether that's a good thing or a bad thing; you not recognising your own daughter."

"She's grown," he said, partly as an explanation, partly in pure disbelief.

"You stay away," the hitter warned. "She's been through enough and she's finally settled so don't you dare upset that."

"What's she like?" Case asked, ignoring the threat and staring back at Abby.

"None of your damn business Case!" Eliot yelled as he turned to walk away. "You stay away! If Abby wants to have anything to do with you that's her choice and she'll find you. But you don't get to walk away and come back. So stay away."

Case stood in stunned silence as Eliot walked back to his car, gesturing Abby into the passenger seat.

"Who was that?" Abby asked timidly.

She was met with silence.

"Elio..."

"That was your father," the hitter replied.

They were silent for the ride home.

So, Abby's father, promised (jinxcat21)

What will her reaction be?