Road Trip

Summary: Tim and Abby's daughter Katie does something her father doesn't expect. Set in the 'Future Perfect' universe.

Disclaimer: Katie and Leigh are mine; the rest belong to other people.


A/N: This takes place in the 'Future Perfect' universe, which features Caitlyn and Leigh, the twin daughters of Tim and Abby.


Abby's phone rang. She glanced at the display, smiled, and answered cheerfully.

'Hey, Kate! What's new in Boston?'

'MIT's in Cambridge, Mama...'

'Whatever. How are you?'

'Great! You know that Aztec Warriors concert I wanted to see, that was sold out here? Well Josie and Beth and I were able to get tickets after all... to see the show in Montreal. So we're gonna be taking the bus up there tomorrow afternoon – I just wanted to let you know because I'm not sure my phone works in Canada.'

'That's great, honey! I love Montreal. Send me and your dad an email with the hotel's information, ok? Just in case....'

'Mama, you are such a helicopter parent!'

'Caitlyn Jennifer, your father has a dangerous job and your sister is in the military so I need to be able to...'

'Leigh's at Annapolis, Mama. She's not in a war zone!'

'Rule #3, young lady... Never be...'

'Unreachable. I know.'

'Ok, then. Send us the ho...'

'We're staying with Josie's family. Remember I told you she's from...'

'Oh, right! The Canadian...'

'Actually, she prefers Quebecoise, Mama... she's a separatist.'

'Just send us the phone number, ok, Katie?'

'Sure, Mama... I'll get it from Josie. I've got class in ten minutes, Mama, so I've got to go. Say hi to Daddy for me. Bye!'

X X X

'You're home late. I thought you were almost done when I left?'

'Yeah. I ended up having to deal with the FBI's dumbest agent. I never thought I'd miss Fornell.'

Abby chuckled.

'Katie called. She just got back to campus.'

'How was the trip?'

'It was good. She had fun, and she's thinking about applying to grad school at McGill.'

'Great...' Tim grumbled. Abby smacked him on the arm.

'There's nothing wrong with Montreal. You're just still bitter about that time in Sherbrooke....'

'Abby, you weren't there, you didn't have to deal with that bunch of pissed-off Mounties! In French!'

'Well, you were trying to capture an arms dealer in their country, without telling them...'

'He was an arms dealer! It's not like they wanted him in their country! And we weren't trying to kidnap a Canadian or anything...'

'Do you want to hear about your daughter's weekend or not?' Abby interrupted him, knowing he'd go on for hours if she let him.

'Of course I do.'

'Ok. So the concert was apparently good, and afterwards they...'

X X X

'Hi, Daddy!'

'You were drinking?'

'Yeah, I told Mama...'

'YOU WERE DRINKING?! KATIE, YOU ARE ONLY TWENTY!'

'And the legal drinking age in Quebec is eighteen.'

'SO YOU WENT TO MONTREAL FOR THE WEEKEND SO YOU COULD DRINK?!'

'Daddy, I had one beer, that I didn't even finish. It was legal. And nobody who had any alcohol was driving. What's the problem?'

'THE PROBLEM IS THAT YOU WERE DRINKING!'

'You know, Mama wasn't mad at me. She just warned me that I won't like American beer, after starting with the Canadian stuff!'

'KATIE...'

'Daddy, you are being crazy. I'm going to go back to my aerodynamics homework now. Bye.'

'KATIE, DON'T YOU... She hung up on me!'

'D'ya blame her?'