Troubled Child

What Do You Want?

Two men walked into Farkle's office carrying a struggling woman with them. She had a bag tied loosely over her head and her hands were tied behind her back. She was rather small so they were carrying her so she couldn't kick them. They placed her on the floor, down on her knees, and took the burlap sack off her head.

"What is this?! What do you want from me?! Who are you?!" She cried out. "Please, if you're gonna kill me just get it over with! Please! Kill me!"

"I'm not going to kill you, Maya." He chuckled as he spun around in his chair. "Nice to see you again, friend."

She looked up with shock on her face. "Farkle?! What is this?! Why did you have these goons put a bag over my head?!" Maya yelled glaring up at the two hefty men standing behind her.

"Actually, I told them to treat you like a flower.. Boys, is this how you treat a flower?" Farkle asked glaring at them.

"No." They hung their heads.

"But the boss said that you said if she fought us we should bag her."

"If she didn't come willingly when you told her I wanted to see her. Did you tell her that I wanted to see her?"

"No." They shook their heads.

Farkle sighed, he pinched the bridge of his nose, then waved them out. "Okay, you're dismissed. Now."

"Dude-" Maya gave him the dirtiest look. "Untie my hands right now."

Farkle stood from his desk and went to close the door to his office. "No, actually, I think I'll leave you tied up. I know you, Maya, and the minute I untie you, you'll take off and I need to talk to you so I can't have you running off because then I'll have to make them go get you and it'll be a mess."

Maya tried to stand up and Farkle noticed her struggling so he helped her into the chair in front of his desk.

"Comfy?" He asked earning a glare.

"What are you now, the frickin' mob?"

Farkle chuckled. "No, no. Nothing like that, well maybe a little like that." He sat down at his desk and folded his hands. "I own the mob. Just the New York Italian mob. Basically, I bought the restaurants they were working out of and now they kind of work for me, but only when I need a favor, like finding my missing best friend." He smiled. "How have you been? Do you want anything to drink or eat?" He pushed a box closer to her. "Chocolate covered turtles? They're the best."

Maya gave him a look. "My hands are tied behind my back!" She snapped.

Farkle chuckled. "Right." He pushed the box away. "Maybe later then."

"What do you want?" She snapped.

Farkle shrugged. "Not much." He said casually. "Just tell me about Emily." He gave her a know-it-all smirk. "You know Emily right? Your daughter."

Maya's glare became wide eyes, her mouth hung agape. "What? What are you talking about?" She gulped.

Farkle smiled. "Oh my daughter's new best friend, Emily Duncan. She has your gold locket that your mom gave you for your 14th birthday around her neck, complete with a picture of you and your mom in it. Riley saw it. You remember Riley, right? Your best friend you left when you took off."

Maya closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I-I- You found Emily?"

Farkle frowned. "Yes. You gave up your child and you didn't even tell Lucas he was a father?!" He shook his head in disappointment. "Maya-"

"You don't know anything about back then!" She snapped at him.

"No, I don't! You didn't tell us! You just took off one day and we never saw you again!" He slammed his hand on his desk angrily. "You left us!"

"Blood pressure Dear."

Farkle sighed. "Yes, Dear."

"Hello Maya."

"Hey Smacks. Wait- Where did that voice come?" Maya looked around.

"Robots. Isadora has made many robots and most of them watch me so I don't do anything unhealthy. She also uses them to communicate at the office." Farkle explained. "At home we try to act as normal as possible."

"At the office robots work better than interns. I'll let you two get back to talking. We'll chat later Maya."

Maya chuckled. "Okay Smacks."

Farkle straightened his tie. "So, as I was saying-" He cleared his throat.

"Yes, Emily is my daughter and Lucas' daughter, but I didn't give her up." Maya looked down. "My mother did. She did what she thought was best."

Farkle gaped at her. "What? Katy and Shawn never mentioned.." He licked his lips. "They always said they didn't know where you were and they-"

"They knew where I was, I just, I asked them not to tell anyone."

Farkle shook his head in disbelief. "This whole time they knew.. Where were you, Maya? You never even called or texted or emailed us?"

Maya shifted in her seat. "I'll tell you everything, Farkle. Just untie me."

He raised an eyebrow in scrutiny.

"Please. My wrists are gonna chafe."

Farkle let out a sigh and stood to untie Maya, to his surprise she stayed in her seat rubbing her wrists. He went back to sit down at his desk, right across from her. "Okay, tell me everything."

Maya sighed. "Okay.."