|It's A Spy's Life
Author: Tigra-Bengal PM
This is the sequal to Spy Times Three. This continues Rayne's story. Her dad is back and exciting news has its drawbacks. As the search for her dad get more and more intense will she be able to make it through?Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Romance - Tuck & FDR Foster - Chapters: 8 - Words: 5,593 - Reviews: 35 - Favs: 58 - Follows: 106 - Updated: 02-23-13 - Published: 06-29-12 - id: 8267927
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Spy Times Three
I was tackled from behind and my head slammed into the concrete. I saw stars for a moment before I cleared my head and spun around. I kicked up and heaved the man off me. I scrambled to my feet and looked around wildly. This was the fourth goose chase my father had sent us on. I sighed as the back up came in and took care of the rest of the baddies. I sank onto a small bench and dropped my head into my hands. It had been two months since Collins had told me that my father had escaped and was at large. He had been sending us on pointless chases while he ran circles around all of us.
I cursed, grabbed a brick and threw it into the wall. I was scared and angry. I hated my father.
"Hey," a familiar comforting voice greeted. I turned and gave Tuck a tight smile.
"Come here darling," he murmured opening his arms. I let him fold me in his arms. Tuck never failed to make me feel safe and protected.
"We'll get him," he assured me squeezing me tight. I smiled and breathed in his wonderfully unique scent that always made me weak at the knees. FDR walked up and rubbed my back.
"We won't let him hurt you. Now, Nana wants all of us at her house for the rehearsal dinner tomorrow," he told me. I smiled at the change of subject and nodded.
Back at the office I finished my report on the mission today. I tucked it to the side and looked around. FDR was talking on the phone and by the look on his face I knew it was Lauran. I was happy that they were so in love. Tuck was tapping away on his computer with his feet up on the desk. The box and photo album that contained our memories was on the corner of my desk.
"I want food," I stated. Tuck and FDR glanced up.
"Why don't we go meet Lauran for lunch? She wants to try out a new café," FDR suggested.
"Sure, I haven't seen Lauran in a while," I replied grabbing my purse and jacket. All three of us stood up as FDR hung up.
"I've got the address," he announced waving a piece of paper. We drove to the small café where Lauran waved from a table. I waved back as we entered.
"Hey baby," she greeted FDR giving him a swift kiss.
"Hey Lauran," I greeted giving her a hug. I sat down and picked up one of the menus.
"Ooh, this sandwich looks good," I murmured. A waitress carried a meal past and the smell suddenly sent my stomach roiling. I winced and pressed a hand to my belly.
"I'll be right back," I gasped bolting for the bathroom. I barely made it before I began to throw up into the toilet. I felt hands holding my hair back until the vomiting stopped. I sat back breathing hard.
"Are you alright?" Lauran asked.
"I don't know. It was weird but weird things have been happening lately. I'm sure its just stress because my dad is back," I assured her. I washed my face off and drank some water. I cleaned my mouth and took deep breaths.
"See I'm fine now. It's just stress," I told her with a smile. She still looked unsure.
"Maybe you should go to a doctor anyways," she said slowly. I shook my head waving my hand dismissively.
"Nah, it'll just worry Tuck. I'm fine. Let's go eat," I replied walking out.
"Are you alright?" Tuck asked as soon as I sat down.
"I'm fine," I told him soothingly kissing his cheek. We ate and soon my little episode was forgotten.
Later that day I was walking back to my desk when my back suddenly burst into pain. I bent over unable to move as my back began to cramp.
"Great," I muttered, "Just what I need." I waited until the cramps faded then went to my desk. I grabbed a small bottle of Midol and took two pills.
"Are you sure you're ok?" Tuck asked.
"I'm fine," I told him once more. He looked unsure as I rubbed my back. He stood and came behind me. He began to rub my shoulders and I sighed as his talented hands took away the pain.
"I love you," I breathed leaning into him. He chuckled.
"I know darling. I love you too," he replied. FDR walked in and I waved lazily. He laughed.
"Aw how adorable," he teased. I scowled at him and he just winked. I rolled my eyes as Tuck kissed my neck and moved away.
"Thanks babe," I told him.
"Welcome darling." I gathered my reports and stood. Dizziness suddenly swept through my body. I grabbed my desk as I swayed and my vision spun.
"Darling, are you alright?" Tuck asked in alarm. I took deep breaths clearing my head.
"Yeah, I just stood up to fast," I told him. I smiled at him and took my reports to Collins.
"Are you alright Rayne? You look pale," she asked.
"I'm fine," I said exasperated. It was stress. I was fine and I wished people would stop asking me.
"Still, I want you to visit the doctor," she told me. I sighed.
"That's an order."
I went down to the doctor's office and knocked on his door.
"Come in," Dr. J called. I came in and waved at him.
"Hello Rayne, how are you?" he asked. I scowled.
"I'm fine but Collins wanted me to come in for a checkup," I told him with an eye roll. He chuckled and stood up. He started checking me out with a calm gentle touch.
"Has anything strange happened to you lately?" he asked. I thought.
"I've had cramps, dizziness and nausea. Oh and my period's late but that too be expected. With my dad back I'm sure it's just stress," I told him with a smile. He smiled back and his fingers gently prodded my stomach.
"Rayne, I know you believe you're just fine but would you mind if I ran a few tests?" I sighed but shrugged. Dr. J had always known best.
An hour later I was back on my bed watching my feet swing. The tests had been fine but I was starting to worry. Dr. J hadn't come back in yet. Finally the door opened and he walked in. His face looked troubled.
"What's wrong?" I asked in a tight strained voice. He looked down at his clipboard.
"Rayne, I don't know how you'll react to this but…" he trailed off.
"But…what?" I demanded silently freaking out right now.