Disclaimer: their kids came from my imagination, everything else is Marlowe and Co's.

AN: I haven't written in months but the other day I somehow started a thing about Rick and Kate's rebellious daughter on tumblr and received a few messages asking me to write a fic about her and I ended up writing this thing.

AN2: for anyone still wondering when the stories I was working on will be updated (if anyone is). Honestly, they probably won't be. I deleted one of them and I haven't written anything for the other in so long I honestly forgot where I was planning to go with it. So. Here's this thing now.

When Kate had given birth to their eldest daughter sixteen years earlier, Rick never would have thought he'd end up in the headmaster's office at her high school at noon on a Tuesday, being told his daughter was being expelled.

Kate had gotten to the school late, the meeting with the headmaster had already ended and Rick had the teenager by the arm as he dragged her to the car. "What happened?" Kate asked when she met them in the parking lot.

"She got expelled," he said, opening the backdoor, not looking at his daughter as she got into the car.

"Expel- Jo, how did you get expelled? School just started three weeks ago."

Instead of answering her mother, Jo closed the car door. Kate sighed, crossing her arms as she looked at her husband. She often wondered where they'd gone wrong in raising Johanna. Their other three children were all well behaved and getting good grades, all somehow taking after Alexis.

Kate knew exactly where Jo's wild child streak came from. She was, after all, her daughter. She shuddered at the thought of her youngest, her sweet little Sara who insisted Rick dress up like a princess for her impromptu tea parties, growing up and flunking out of school.

She looked back at the child in the backseat of the car. It was a Mercedes, not her cruiser, but she couldn't help thinking how much Johanna looked like a prisoner. Her body folded over, looking out the window on the other side of the car.

"Neither of you ever told me what happened," Kate said, standing with her arms crossed in Johanna's bedroom.

"I don't wanna talk about it," Jo told her, laying down on her bed.

"Well, that's too bad. I do."

"Marlowe Academy has a zero tolerance policy for fighting," Rick said.

"Fighting? Johanna Nicole, you know better than that."

"That bitch had it coming."

"Hey! Don't use that language in this house," Kate told her. "Your brothers and sister are right down the hall."

Johanna rolled her eyes.

"Ok, what did this other girl do to you?" Kate asked her, trying to calm her voice.

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"Well, that's too bad," Rick said. "We're talking about it."

"Just tell us what happened," Kate said. "It's the only way we'll be able to help."

"You guys have really helped enough."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"I told you, I don't want to talk." Jo picked up the television remote from her bedside table and turned the TV on.

Rick walked over to the wall the set was on and pulled the plug out of the wall. "You're grounded. No TV, no computer except for school work. For two months."

"You know I can just plug the TV back in when you leave."

Rick pursed his lips at his daughter's backtalk and grabbed a pair of scissors on her dresser, cutting the power cord of the television. "Try plugging it back in now."

He left the room with a victorious smile, Kate followed him and closed the bedroom door as she stepped into the hallway. "You know in two months we'll have to buy her a new TV, right?"

"Don't ruin my moment."