|Spy Times Three
Author: Tigra-Bengal PM
Rayne is Tuck and FDR's other partner and best friend. She has been in love with Tuck since their first mission. Some story changes. It's not fantastic but please no flames. I don't own anything other than Rayne.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Romance - Tuck & FDR Foster - Chapters: 17 - Words: 13,471 - Reviews: 41 - Favs: 61 - Follows: 22 - Updated: 06-28-12 - Published: 06-22-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8244048
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A month later we were on a plane getting ready to jump out. I helped Tuck strap on his parachute harness. I heard FDR talking to Lauran on the phone and I smiled.
"Do me," I shouted over the roar of the plane.
"With pleasure," Tuck called back with a wink. I punched his shoulder but grinned at his perversion. He started strapping me up his hands lingering in certain places longer then was strictly necessary.
"Guys, I have an announcement," FDR shouted. We looked over at him.
"Lauran and I are getting married." I cheered and hugged him tightly.
"Tuck will you be my best man?" FDR asked.
"Of course I will," he roared slapping FDR's back. We all moved to the jump zone.
"Tuck I should tell you something," I heard FDR say but then we were standing directly over the ocean and I couldn't hear what was being said. I fumbled for my earpiece but it seemed I was too late. Tuck tackled FDR into open air. I laughed and plugged my water proof ear piece in.
"Thank goodness Rayne, we've been trying to get a hold of you for a while now," Collins came on over the piece.
"Sorry Collins, what's up?"
"Rayne, I'm so sorry to tell you this, but, your father escaped jail. He's back."
Dun, dun, dun...and so ends This Means War. *Evil laugh*