I'm So Glad I Found You : Quintis Fic

Cat's Out of the Bag

Before Toby can even start on the car, Walter called him into the garage. He picks up his jacket and throws it over his arm, then opening the door to the garage for Sage and himself. She walks in and sits back down on the couch, with a small pout, crossing her arms over her chest and pulling her legs up so they are crossed beneath her.

Toby throws his hat like a frisbee in the direction of his desk and it lands perfectly while still messing up stacks of papers strewn across his messy desk that Paige had been prodding him to organize for the past several days. He pulled the jacket on over his shoulders and walked to the computer the team was gathered around. He pointed out a few miniscule things, and the rest of them discussed different scenarios and plans to catch Caleb in the act, because they didn't have much reliable proof.

"Why don't we just ask Sage," Paige speaks up. Getting annoyed with the geniuses ridiculous debates.

"Uh, good idea" Walter says, nodding his head in agreement.

"Toby" he says, glancing over at him then turning back to look at the computer screen. Toby sighs and stands up, throwing his hands in his pockets as he makes his way across the garage to sit down on the coffee table facing Sage.

"Your name is Sage," he states, wasting no time to get to the point and hurry things along, "who are your parents?" He asks, picking up her backpack she had put on the ground by her feet.

"Dan and Amber Reeves" she says, tightening her arms around herself.

"Yes, but who are your real ones?" He asks, pulling out a black sketchbook from the backpack and turning it over in his hands several times to examine it before opening it up to a random page.

"They are my real parents" she insists, reverting her gaze to her lap.

"Okay, what about your grandparents?" He asks, deciding to play along for a little while to see how long she could keep up. He continued flipping through pages filled with intricate drawings and detailed sketches. A few of the people and places he recognized from around town, there was even a drawing of the Kovelsky's parking lot.

"Billy and Dorene Moore are my mom's parents, and Deanna and Robert Reeves are my dad's parents." She says, uncurling her arms from around herself and occupying her fingers by playing with the hem of her jacket resting in her lap.

"Did you draw all these?" Toby asks, gesturing to all the pictures throughout the book.

"Yeah, I like to draw a lot of different things, I'm still looking for my own style you know" she says with a smile, "it gives me something to do when I get bored." She finally looks up at him and keeps his gaze for no longer than a second before reverting her attention back to the very interesting string on her flannel.

There are a variety of drawings, portraits, designs, and abstract, it was all in there. There wasn't any color, but everything still looked so realistic that the only way you could tell it was not a photograph was loose sketches from a cheap pencil that had never been fully erased.

"How long does it usually take to do one picture?" he asks, looking up at her as he puts the book back neatly in her bag.

"It depends on the drawing, some are just quick outlines and measurements and others are a developing idea that could take me weeks to perfect it to the way I'd like." She says, shrugging her shoulders with the slightest hint of a smile on her face.

Toby nods his head and goes back to looking through the bag. He pulls out a stained white binder next and Sage's eyes go wide in fear. She's quick to snatch it away before he can open it up, holding it tightly against her chest.

Toby studies her reaction before he asks his next question. "What's in there?"

"Just some ideas," she replies curtly, "Things I wouldn't like to be shared" she says, gripping the binder the slightest bit tighter.

"Ok I was going to take this slow, but you're hiding to many things. Either you tell me all you know about Caleb, or you give me that binder" Toby commands, holding his open palm out towards her for the binder.

"Toby" Paige warns, from behind him. Giving him one of those looks that meant 'cool it'.

He watches patiently as Sage rules out either option in her head, debating on which course she should take. She takes the binder and reluctantly places it in Toby's waiting hand. Toby smiles gratefully at her and opens the binder. It was not what he was expecting to say the least. There were pages of words, numbers, equations and pictures, all theories of random and advanced math solutions that he could somewhat understand.

"Hey Sly, come over here" Toby calls, running his fingertips along the complex page of math equations and theories.

Sylvester runs over to him, peering over his shoulder at the binder.

"I think there is some type of message in here" Toby tells him, pointing to colored numbers and letters. Sage's eyes go wide again and she looks up at Sylvester. He took the binder out of Toby's hands and began flipping through the pages.

"All the blue letters and numbers are either 1,2,A, or B. I think it's the binary code she's using." Toby says, looking over at Sage with an impressed smirk and Sylvester nods his head in agreement.

"These are all names of people the government has caught from anonymous tips, some of them still haven't been caught yet" Sylvester says, looking up at Sage this time.

"Kid, you need to tell us what's going on right now" Cabe says, taking a step towards her from where he was quietly listening to the conversation. Things were getting much more serious and it was about time he stepped in.

Paige pushes everyone back and sits down next to Sage on the couch, wrapping her up in her arms in an attempt to comfort her to try. When Paige hugs her, she feels Sage's muscles tense up, just like Ralph and Walter do when she hugs them, or any of the geniuses for that matter. She pulls away and looks from her to the binder now on the coffee table, and states what everybody else in the room was already thinking.

"You're a genius too".