Lol, finally updated! Tho' it's far to short for my liking. STILL NEEDS A SPIFFY TITLE D ...and reviews. I like reviews )

I own nothing but the flashie-flash back is taken from the tv ep; 30 minutes after noon. I just added thoughts and descriptions

Enjoy :)

Trouble in paradise?

Two hours later, somewhere in the Southern Pacific, the electrics clicked and whirred inside a small island's villa, as in the eyes of the sixth portrait, LED lights flashed, along the high-pitched, transmitting signal. Jeff Tracy looked up from his paperwork.

"Go ahead, Penny." In an instant the still lifeless picture switched to the video-monitor screen, from where Penelope was sitting as stylish as ever in FAB1.

"Good afternoon Jeff." The woman smiled before getting straight to the point "I believe all the arrangements are in order. If the bait has been taken I think our trouble makers will be jail before six o'clock tonight-"

"Hmm, now about these 'arrangements' as you call them. You haven't planned anything dangerous, have you?"

"Stop worrying about me, Jeff Tracy," she frowned, only for second before recomposing her self. Jeff didn't seem to notice. "Just be ready for my call… Although..." Penelope paused as she mulled some several possibilities over in her mind, "we may need back up so, unless an emergency occurs, I'm afraid I'll need to borrow Scott in Thunderbird one at around five o'clock at the coordinates."

"Okay Penny I'll send Scott out circling the area on standby. We'll be waiting. Just, promise me you'll be careful and don-"

"My dear Jeff," interrupted Penelope "I'll be perfectly alright."

"Penny-"

"Parker and I won't even be in the area. Everything has been arranged, International Rescue only need to come into play if half the police force who armed to the teeth fail to capture a group of minor criminals-"

"Minor criminals who are also armed to the teeth."

"Oh Jeff, please, do try to relax."

"Well okay then. But report back, at say, at about sixteen-hundred hours your time if you don't need him? And you can let us know how it's going…"

"F.A.B. over and out." and with that, the portrait of London agent Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward, clicked back in to place.

"Gee father, I wonder what Lady Penelope's got planned for Scott this time?" Jeff turned to see Gordon leaning against the outer door, a large smirk on his face and behind him, Virgil grinning broadly from ear to ear, both with their hair and trunks dripping from the pool and towel draped around their shoulders.

"What do you mean, son?"

"Well dad," Gordon remarked, trying to keep a strait face. "It's kind of funny how Lady Penelope only ever asks Scott for back up isn't it?"

At this, both he and Virgil spluttered into fits of laughter while Jeff shook his head in annoyance. When they managed to control their amusment, Jeff eyed them severely.

"This is getting beyond a joke now boys. You know that Penelope's work is dangerous and that if needs help she'll need it fast!"

Gordon winked at Virgil, which worried their father immensely. As the middle child, Virgil had always been the one his brothers trusted with secrets, especially Gordon who was forever hiding cakes and leftovers or laying pranks for his family to fall for…

Judging from yelling by the pool and the way Gordon quickly bolted out of the room, Said prank seem to have come into play. Scott belted up the steps hot on his trail while Tin-Tin and Alan followed laughing, falling into a giggling heap with Virgil. Jeff sighed and returned to his paper, deciding it'd probably take more then a secret organisation for his sons to grow up.

Back in FAB1, Penelope leaned back in her seat and sighed as she stared out of the glass canopy surrounding her and Parker. She was a secret agent and had been for nearly six years, yet Jeff still talked to her if it were her first training assignment, taking her first steps in to the world! Like a child, all sheltered and gentle.

She allowed herself a small, if somewhat, un-ladylike, little snigger at the irony of it all. Sheltered and gentle. She'd been described as that no more then a year ago, by an ex-secret-serviceman, an arrogant macho that had no idea what her life was really like...

She'd taken Agent Southern to hospital, under the pretence that she'd 'just been passing by' after the Tracy boys had saved him when his mission had turned distally wrong, (Parker had to end his mission for Southern by shooting down the villains heli-jet!) and then once recovered, had invited him back to Creighton-Ward Manor in order to find out, if anything, what he'd seen of International Rescue.

However it'd all been in vain. Southern had talked about his career and spying rather then the mission.

"Now that my covers been broken it's the end of my career." he'd boasted during the evening meal, "we secret agents are only able to operate by remaining incognito. But then... you wouldn't know about that." Penelope had been so stunned by the man's tone and question that she'd almost slipped up.

"I wouldn't? Oh, err no of course...I wouldn't..." she'd laughed.

How quickly he's admitted to being an agent, she'd thought, may be I can use this to my advantage...

Penelope had then tried again to pump him for information but with little success.

"It does all sound rather fascinating," she'd said, fluttering her eye lashes. "Do tell me all about it."

"Oh I don't want to bore you with the details..."

"You wouldn't! I mean, I've always wanted to do some thing exciting, like a secret agent."

Southern had chuckled at this and lit his pipe, Blowing smoke as he'd stated in a matter-of-fact way, "Its not all glory and romance you know. It's a very tough existence."

Penelope had been sorely tempted to say that he was making him-self sound like an ageing old war general however she'd pushed the thought out of her head when he'd next spoken, but he'd been quieter, less cocky, as if filled with regrets...

"So very tough. Some one as gentle as you, why it just wouldn't suit. So sheltered and gentle it just wouldn't be you. With all due respect your just not the type...We agents walk with danger as our shadow, and death as our companion. No you just stick to being the beautiful lady you are, my dear. Being someone's agent, you even have to hide away from those you love. You never can be your self…"