Disclaimer - oh, no. Oh, my. Huge sorrows, no joys. I do not own the Tracy boys...

OK, apparently my French translation was off. But at least I didn't insult anyone's mother, right? And thanks for the offers of help as well as the kind thoughts for the injured finger. Oh, and someone sent a personal message (which I apologize, I deleated by mistake) asking why Calais. Why? Because I love spy novels set in the 18th and 19th centruries and Calais always seemed to be a point of intrigue and danger. So take a hint from that impression. Not in this chapter though. This is some family time...

Chapter Two – Recovering Heroes

Alan Tracy injected a slight whine into his voice, asking his sister-in-law, Dr. Emily Tracy, "Aw, Em, do I have to stay in the infirmary tonight? I can sleep in my own bed and Tin will be there, she can let you know if I need anything."

Emily rolled her eyes, not as immune as she would like to Alan's pleas. "Alan, I would feel better if you were in here. I promise that we will just use the computer monitoring, and that you will have privacy. Not as much as you would have in your room but" she smirked, "you and Tin-Tin wouldn't be able to do anything with that cracked rib and sprained wrist tonight."

Blushing at the look his sister-in-law gave him, the youngest Tracy son smiled at the attractive physician. "Emily, I…"

Emily leaned over Alan, pretending to check his bandage wrapped around his wrist. "Sweetie, I need you to stay with Gordon tonight. He wouldn't like anyone else staying in the infirmary to monitor him. Please, do this for me." Alan looked up into Emily's dark blue eyes, and was surprised at the tiredness that was reflected back at him.

His own bright blue eyes, reminding Emily so much of her husband's, raked over his brother's wife. "Em, are you alright? You look tired. Have you been sick?"

"Emmy?"

Alan and Emily turned at the sound of John's voice, using his personal name for his wife. The astronomer practically ran across the infirmary, pulling his wife into his arms. "Emily, what's wrong? Did the doctor say anything? I knew something would go wrong, I knew this was too risky…"

"John Glenn Tracy, will you calm down! Both the baby and I are fine, now calm down before I sedate you and leave you here in the infirmary with your brothers." With a groan, Emily looked over John's shoulder, seeing his family had followed him into the room. At the wide-eyed looks of the Tracys – she had forgotten they were coming back after greeting a returning John, earthnound for two weeks while the Hackenbackers took their annual summer vacation (well, their version) up on Thunderbird Five – the golden haired doctor buried her face in her husband's chest. Peeking back up at his face, Emily was relieved to see the smile beginning to cross his face. Turning to his family, his arm still wrapped around his wife, John held out his other arm for his little daughter, Elizabeth, as she dashed across the room to her parents. Picking up the three-year-old, her parents cuddled the little girl, who was an enchanting replica of her mother, before addressing the stunned family members.

"Dad, have we got a Christmas present in mind for you…"

The family surged over to the couple, with a drowsy Gordon smiling over at Alan. The brothers were tired and sore but had been lucky. Gordon had broken one rib and cracked two others, plus had a dislocated right shoulder. Both men had concussions, as well as a myriad of bruises. But considering what could have happened, a night or two in the infirmary, followed by some light duty for a time, was an easy sentence.

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Dinner was not held in the dining room of the main house but instead turned into an impromptu picnic in the infirmary. Not wanting to exclude Alan and Gordon but eager to celebrate the new baby (and marvel over the fact that John and Emily had managed to keep it a secret until now, more than half way through the pregnancy), the family had brought burgers and salads down to the sickroom, wanting to rejoice in the next Tracy family member. Emily was due the week before Christmas and admitted to the family that she had been instructed to go on maternity leave immediately, as her blood pressure was still creating "at-risk" for the pregnancy. But she did manage to distract the Tracys from their concerns by revealing one more surprise.

Smiling at her husband, Emily pulled out a DVD and moved over to the player. "OK, Starman, I was going to show you this privately, but since you blurted out the secret to your family anyways…"

"Why was it a secret, Em?" Alan asked from his bed, Tin-Tin seated next to him, trying to get him to finish his meal.

Emily shrugged, "Well, first off, I found out about the same time Michael was born. I didn't want to pull any focus from his arrival. Second, John and I wanted to make sure everything was alright with the baby. Dr. Henrichs wanted me to also be followed by Dr. Alberts, a top-notch high-risk OB. Dr. Alberts has agreed to help Dr. Henrichs monitor my pregnancy and also wants to see Sarah."

Virgil looked stunned. "Sarah?" he croaked weakly.

His wife looked confused and then annoyed. "Oh, calm down! I'm not pregnant again. Dr. Alberts wants to train me on some specialty equipment, including the BP monitor that Emily will be wearing from now until she delivers. He also wants to make sure I know what to watch out for and what to do in the worst case scenarios."

Jeff frowned. "BP monitor?"

Emily held up her wrist. "See?" She pointed to a watch like device on her left arm. "Almost like an IR wrist communicator. It sends a report hourly to a electronic program at the specialist's office. Any severe abnormalities and it will alert the doctor immediately."

Scott looked at his brother with a raised brow. "Last kid?"

John nodded weakly. "Oh, yeah, definitely, it is definitely our last kid."

Emily, Sarah and Kate laughed at their nerve-wracked husbands. For all that their spouses could be fearless on rescues, when it came to pregnancy and childbirth, the Tracy lads were no different then men the world over. Smiling back at John, Emily asked, "So, do you want to see the baby or not?" As John nodded, stepping forward to hold his wife as the DVD began. On the screen, which had suddenly been surrounded by Tracys (except Alan and Gordon, who were rather annoyed), an image of the baby appeared. "Dr. Alberts did this earlier today. I was hoping to wait but he wanted an ultrasound prior to my visit with him and if I didn't see him today I would have had to wait two weeks. I figured this way I could show it to you sooner." John nodded, as fascinated by the image as he had been with Elizabeth. But they had not been able to tell the sex of the baby in the ultrasounds performed during Emily's first pregnancy. John tried to focus on his wife explaining to the others. "The head is well-formed, fingers and toes all present and accounted for; Dr. Alberts is judging from the weight and with other factors wants a caesarian again. But, a perfect baby all-around he said. So, what do you think of Keith David Tracy?

Blue eyes wide, John turned his now laughing wife in his arms so that she faced him. "Keith? Not Abigail?"

Emily leaned up to kiss her husband, as she continued to laugh softly. "Yepper. We are having a son this time. Dr. Alberts assured me it's a boy and not a third arm."

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Sometime after the announcement of the future Keith Tracy, Kate had slipped out of the infirmary. She needed to know who the woman on the ferry was. Kate was sure that if not for the younger woman's courage and skills in the water, the day would have ended in tragedy for the Tracy family. Kate had hacked into the FBI and Homeland Security shared facial recognition data base, using the data from the cameras on Thunderbird Two with the images of the young woman.

"Kate?" She looked up to see her father-in-law had entered his study where Kate had begun her research. "What are you doing?"

"I have to find out who she is Dad. I have to know. She was incredibly brave. Did you hear Alan and Gordon? She stayed when everyone else was panicking and leaving the children. Then she risked her own life, dove more than twenty feet from a swaying platform, into the water and pulled out a man, who in full uniform outweighed her by at least twenty-five pounds. We owe her Dad. We have to find a way to thank her." Kate had returned her eyes to the screen, manipulating the data to eliminate more and more profiles. Unbeknownst to either Kate or Jeff, Scott had come in during Kate's explanation.

"Kate, why are you using American data bases? I heard that woman speaking to the children. She was French." Kate ignored her husband's words and focused on her task. When he began to say something, she cut him off.

"Scott, I spoke with her on Two. She was American. And I think she was there for the Olympics, she had a wrist pass on; the kind that they give people who can go into the Olympic village, not for the media or a fan. So she would have a passport and as someone who is currently in a foreign country, her passport would be on file for the FBI – Homeland Security, with a facial recognition available… And hello, Supergirl." Kate looked up and grinned. "French, huh?" Looking at her watch, Kate jumped up. "Gordy has so got to see this!"

Jeff and Scott looked at each other, puzzled. They were not sure what had Kate so excited, but they were willing to follow her lead. The one thing that they could be sure of was that Kate would only have the best interest of her family involved. But what had Kate seen that they had both missed?

When Scott said as much to his father, Jeff shrugged and began to follow his oldest daughter-in-law back to the infirmary. "I'm not sure Scott, but considering how many other things she spotted that the rest of the family missed, I may need to give that girl a pay-raise for her computer security work at Tracy Enterprises. If only to keep her from ever going back to the FBI; she must have been one amazing agent."

a/n - as I said in several review responses, she is an American - kinda. To explain fully would give away too many details of the story. But there is an reason why her French would seem, well, French to the boys and her accent not seem Americanized. Oh, and she has another European connections. But... that is for another day...