It had been a beautiful ceremony. Stella had, after much consideration, decided to let Aneisha and Keri design her wedding dress, and the girls had worked a miracle. They had chosen a beautiful white fabric that shone in the light, and had come up with a short train to trail along on the floor as Stella walked down the aisle. The collar was a most exquisite combination of folds, frills and creases, leading up to Stella's precious star necklace that she wore around her neck. Even the veil had been thought through carefully, with tiny silver stars sewn into the soft mesh to match Stella's temperament and identity to perfection.

Tom and Dan, seeing that the girls had been given such great responsibility, demanded the right to design Frank's suit. After much persuasion, they succeeded, and were given free reign to exert their creativity provided that they ran through the design with Frank before they sent it off.

Dan scoured the internet for ideas, regularly annoying Keri by asking her opinion over different suits. Keri could be heard complaining to Trina or Libi about Dan's latest investigations. "He looked up the most horrid green thing and asked me if Frank would like to wear it! I mean, can you even think? I was just like 'no', and he was like 'you sure?' and I was like 'yes, I'm sure'."

Tom, on the other hand, set about incorporating as many electronic gadgets as possible into different fabrics. At one point, he had shooting stars popping out of the pockets and exploding into sparks in mid-air, but Frank expressed concern over the safety of those in the vicinity, and Tom had to scrap the idea.

Eventually, much to Frank's relief, Keri and Aneisha decided to help the boys, and the four of them came up with a rather ingenious outfit for Frank.

Keri and Dan had taken over the aesthetics of the design, and after much argument and debate, decided to appeal to Oscar Cole and Carrie Stewart for help. Together, they had dressed Frank in a smart black jacket and dress pants, with a pale blue shirt and a white rose in his breast pocket. Keri had spent many an hour doing Frank's hair before the ceremony, ordering Dan to pass the brush or the hairspray, or the funny little bottles that Dan kept mixing up. But all in all, their work was done well and Frank was practically glowing as he stepped into the church.

Frank had been extremely nervous as he stood by the altar, awaiting the arrival of the bride, cursing his palms for sweating. Luckily, Aneisha had predicted this situation, and she'd gotten Tom to engineer the fabric of Frank's cuffs to absorb the sweat. To be precise, Tom, much to his chagrin, had had to appeal to Rose Gupta for help with this particular invention. Rose was only too delighted to help out, and jumped at the oppotunity. They'd worked together to produce this new fabric, and Frank could simply subtly touch his palms to his cuffs to remove the moisture.

Furthermore, Aneisha had also predicted Frank's elated shock on seeing Stella walk into the hall in her wedding dress. She smiled at him, and he completely froze. At this point, on Aneisha's prompting, Tom touched a button on the remote control in his pocket. A small jolt of electricity leapt through Frank's upper left arm, bringing him back to his senses.

The speeches were given, the vows exchanged and the ceremony was over. The jubilant newlyweds went outside for the photos, taking the crowd with them. Many of the crowd were MI9 agents, and had followed Frank and Stella through their early relationship, comforted either of both of them after the break-up, then watched in jubilation as they found each other again. Needless to say, many tears were shed during the ceremony.

After the photographs were taken, the reception was held at a function room at MI9 HQ. With many agents taking time off for the ceremony, it would be too much to leave the HQ understaffed during the evening as well.

The meal was delicious, and the speeches yielded many laughs, tears and confusion (Tom had attempted some science jokes). Then came the moment the team were looking forward too: the wedding dance.

Frank and Stella had been practising for some time. Neither were particularly terrible at the waltz, but neither were brilliant either. However, perhaps it was one of Tom's science tricks or perhaps it was magic, but the wedding dance was as perfect as could be.

They newlyweds weren't dancing so much as flying. Perfectly comfortable in each other's embrace, they floated across the dance floor and while the music played, there was no one else present. Stella's eyes were full of tears as she drank in the atmosphere, realising that she was married to Frank! At the same time, Frank could feel his heart bursting with love and joy as he realised that he was married to Stella!

And in that moment, with the music and the distant cheers of the wedding guests and most importantly, in each other's presence, life had never looked so promising for Frank and Stella.

But being spies, life would never be perfect. Just as the song came to a close and the crowd began to migrate to the dance hall, a junior agent came running into the room.

Much to Stella's relief, the agent didn't make much drama of the report, but came up to her straight away.

"Ma'am, I'm so sorry to spoil such an important day, but we've got a Code Zero agent demanding immediate attention," the agent said.

Stella's eyes immediately grew wide, and the smile that she had worn all day began to fade. "Thank you, agent. I'll come up there now."

The young agents hurried off, and Frank put an arm around Stella as they slipped out of the celebration and headed up to the office.

"You know, sometimes I wish criminal masterminds would just take a break on days like this," Frank said as they took the lift.

Stella leaned her head on Frank's shoulder. She was tired for the day, but still glowing with joy and no evil genius could take that from her. "I know. The country will always need saving, but at least we can still have as much of a life as possible."

"I love you," said Frank, looking down into Stella's eyes. Stella could see that he was equally exhausted, equally joyous, and equally as worried about whatever situation had come up.

"I love you too."