Hey thanks for all the reviews, here is chapter 2 enjoy. Just to warn you the chapters start to get quite a bit longer from here onwards and there should be some fluff in a few chapters time. Also in Tim's section there's a conversation between Chappelle and Hammond, which no one hears but I just needed to put it in for the sake of the plot, it should be pretty obvious where it is though.

Chapter 2 – Bad day

"Talk to me you son of a bitch!" Paul yelled at Tim as he ripped off the masking tape, he was still clearly unconscious. Tony stared at him; he would kill Paul for this. He was beating his son to death right in front of his eyes and there was nothing he could do. This was Chappelle's fault, they were so desperate to get this guy they were willing to sacrifice anyone including his family. He couldn't let this happen. Or was it Chappelle's fault? Tim would never have been there if he hadn't told Michelle not to bother about making sure he had his keys. So it was his fault, if they…he couldn't even think about it but he would never forgive himself for this.

Tony watched as Michelle climbed the stairs to his office. She arrived just as he slammed down the phone.

"Son of a bitch," He muttered hoping she wouldn't notice how annoyed he was.

"Hey," She said walking over to him.

"Hey," He said as he buried his head in his hands. This day could not get any worse. He stayed like this as he heard Michelle's footsteps around the office, when they stopped he felt her arms wrap around him. She rested her head on his shoulders as she rubbed his arm with one hand while the other arm wrapped securely around his chest.

"It'll be ok," She whispered into his ear as she kissed his cheek. He said nothing but shook his head; this was not going to be ok.

"Hey Tony, look at me," She said but he couldn't. He didn't want her to see him like this. He felt her release her grip and then swing the chair round. He felt her arms on his legs and looked to see her brown eyes staring at him.

"Talk to me," She said simply. He just sat there not even knowing where to begin; he looked up and wiped his eyes. He just watched as she stood up in front of him. She took his hand and led him over to the couch. Looking around he noticed the blinds were drawn so no one could see, he was so grateful to have her but he just couldn't believe how bad this day had been.

Once they reached the couch he sat down and waited for her to join him but she stayed standing. He was about to speak when she said, "Lie,"

"Chelle,"

"Lie down Tony," She smiled at him.

"Fine," He said and did as she had told him. He watched her kneel down beside him and start stroking his hair.

"Please talk to me," She said as she continued stroking his hair.

"I don't even know where to begin," He said taking her free hand and kissing it. No matter what had happened she could always make him feel better.

"Well why don't you start with Will," She said. Will was his friend and now he was dead what else could he say? He hated Chappelle and would always blame him for this, he had told him over and over that this wouldn't work but he hadn't listened, so instead he tried to talk to Will but again he wouldn't listen.

"Tony,"

"Sorry," He said realising he hadn't said anything.

"It's ok, just tell me what you're thinking," She said as she kissed his head.

"What that I hate Chappelle, blame him for Will's death," He said looking at her.

"Yep," She told him, "You were right and Chappelle is a jerk not to see that,"

"Well that doesn't change the fact that Will's dead," He said bluntly.

"I know…he even wanted to me to talk to you about it," She said, he looked at her asking her what she'd said, "And I told him that you were right, you told him it wouldn't work, that it was a rushed job which was his fault,"

"Thanks," He said.

"For what?"

"Sticking up for me," He told her.

"Tony I don't need to stick up for you I was stating my opinion that you were right and it was Chappelle's fault Will was killed," She explained.

"Yeah, I just had to explain it to his wife," He told Michelle, he'd known Will's wife longer then he'd known Will…yet when he tried to explain how sorry he was, that he'd tried to stop him she'd just yelled at him that it was his fault. That he knew how dangerous it was and should have stopped her husband from going to his death.

"Oh sweetheart you shouldn't have had to, you should have told me," She said.

"Well I thought it would be better coming from me but she blamed me for it," He sighed, she did more then that…she said she wished it had been him but she's just upset not like he could blame her.

"It's not you fault," She said.

"I should have stopped him,"

"You and Will are as stubborn as each other and there was no way you could have stopped him," She said, that was true but there must have been a way to stop him going.

"Yeah look thanks Chelle but I should really finish this work so we can get out of here," He said sitting up.

"Ok…"

"We'll talk at home…I just can't do this here," She nodded at him; he knew she understood what he meant. She got up and went to leave but he pulled her back, as he stood up he kissed her hungrily. He needed this if he was to continue, even if it was only for less then an hour. She didn't return it straight away probably slightly surprised but seconds later he felt her tongue enter his mouth and wrestle with his own. After a few minutes he pulled back.

"Better," She laughed.

"Yeah," He smiled.

"Well if this is all I gotta do to make you feel better meet me in the closet in 5 minutes," She smiled which he laughed at.

"Chelle,"

"Ok 10," She said.

"I'll be ok as soon as we get out of here and then you can make me feel better," He said seductively.

"Guess the bed is more comfortable then the closet," She smiled as she leaned in and kissed him, "Don't be too long," She said as she headed to the door.

"Oh um can you keep an eye on Tim for me, I sent him to the situation room to keep him out the way," He said opening the blinds.

"The situation room?" She questioned.

"Yeah," He said heading to his desk, as he turned round he saw that something was wrong, "What is it?"

"Um well Chappelle's in there," She said.

"Jesus," He said and headed to the door. Michelle stopped him for a second.

"Just be calm ok Tim probably went somewhere else," She told him.

"Yeah let's go," He said as he grabbed the door handle when the phone went. He looked round but he didn't want to get it.

"You get it I'll go find Tim ok," She said but he didn't say anything, trying to figure out what he should do, "Ok," She said again.

"Yeah ok," He said and went to answer it.

"Almeida," He answered.

"Tony," Oh good Brad Hammond just what he needed.


Tim could hear voices and he opened his eyes just in time to see the water hit his face.

"Good," Paul said grabbing a chair and sitting in down in front of him, "Now we can talk,"

"Go to hell," He spat out, his eye was swollen and he was sure the room was moving.

"Tim, you will not last so just do us all a favour and tell me what you are doing here," Paul said.

"I already told you we're on holiday," He said as he tried to focus his vision.

"Tim," Paul said as he stood up and turned round. As Paul turned back he punched him sending him flying to the floor, "Don't lie to me,"

He tried to focus but everything was blurred. It hurt, everything hurt. He couldn't even pin point the pain anymore.

"Tim," Paul said as the room became dark, "Tim talk to me," Then he passed out again.

Tim headed for the situation room like his dad had told him still wondering what was going on since Michelle was so worried about his dad. Because he was thinking about this he didn't even notice there was someone already in the room, but it wasn't just anyone it was Chappelle.

"Uh sorry," He said but his legs weren't moving.

"What the hell are you playing at?" Chappelle yelled angrily chucking down the file in his hand, "What, does your father think we're running a day care now?"

"Look I'm sorry, I'm going," He said and headed to the door as Chappelle picked up the file.

"I don't want to see you around…"But something made him stop, that was the moment, the moment Tim wished he could change, "Wait a minute…um…"

"Tim,"

"Yeah Tim, come here a minute," Chappelle said as he closed the file. Slowly he moved in, he wasn't sure what to do this guy was yelling at him one minute and now was being civil. Something Tim had heard from his dad was a rarity.

"So how are you Tim?" Chappelle asked and motioned for him to sit down.

"Ok," He said slightly shocked and wondering if this was some kind of test or something.

"And how's school?"

"…Um…it's ok," He said, he had no idea what to do but it seemed best if he just stayed where he was for the moment.

"Got a girlfriend?"

"Uh no… not at the moment," He said very confused at what was going on.

"You into sports?"

"Err yeah," He said. Ok this was just weird he would rather be yelled at then this.

"So you think what your parents do is cool," Chappelle said.

"I guess,"

"You want to work for some place like this when you're older?" Chappelle asked as he opened and closed the file. Tim couldn't see so still had no idea what was going on.

"I dunno," He said.

"Right, so how are old are you?" Chappelle asked quickly opening and closing the file again.

"16," He said as he turned to look around, this was just scary now.

"Ah so if I was to say there was a mission that I could use your help with what would you say?" Chappelle asked. So this was why Chappelle was being so nice to him, because he wanted his help. God he had to be desperate if he was asking for his help. It was no secret Chappelle hated him or was it all kids? Whatever it was, if Chappelle was ever about he couldn't even step foot in the place.

"Um…what kind of mission?" He said. Ok so he was interested even if Chappelle did just want him to do something. But it was a mission and even though his mum and dad had both told him they didn't want him getting involved in the job they did he couldn't help it. He knew far more then most kids his age and his curiosity couldn't help but take over.

"Well to be honest it's just Intel gathering, nothing dangerous but we need a child…I mean a teenager, we couldn't send a child that would be too dangerous since they may give away what was going on," Chappelle explained.

"What exactly is this Intel gathering?" He asked.

"Well we have been after this man," Chappelle said pulling out a photograph from the file. Tim looked at it, the guy must have been around 50, he had sleek, grey hair pulled back and he looked rich, really rich.

"Who is he?" He asked.

"His name is Charles Landon," Chappelle said, "And he's a terrorist…I can't tell you anything more about this operation so far as why we need this man, but all you need to know is he's planning something, something big and we know it's going to happen soon,"

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Well it's not really you but your family…"

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Mr Landon is holding a two week family holiday thing…"Chappelle said as he fished around for something in the file. Eventually he pulled it out and placed it on the table. Tim looked at it, it was an invite for a Mr H. Sampson and his family.

"How come you've got this?" He asked.

"You know I can't tell you that but this Mr H. Sampson will not be attending the event instead he sending his second in command, a Mr T. Niven which is where we come in. We have decided to send in you, Tony and Michelle to play this family. All it is, is basic Intel gathering. But we need you since we can't send in a family without a child now can we?"

"No but…well this seems harmless," He said as he looked over the invite, "Two weeks for you and your family as a way of saying thank you for helping Landon enterprises,"

"That's the whole point Tim," Chappelle said while he just looked confused, "No one would expect this place to be where he was planning his attack would they?"

"No I guess not but why do you think it is?"

"Well because our last operation to investigate him told us it would be and also because a lot of the people that are attending are suspected in terrorist activity but you don't need to worry about details like that…all you need to do Tim is say that you'll do it,"

"Er I dunno," He said, he knew his dad would kill him if he said yes with at least first not talking it over with him.

"You'll be completely safe, all we want you to do is have a normal holiday, all of you but if you happen to accidentally find out something then we need you to report to us about it," Chappelle said.

"I guess," He said, he wasn't being manipulated was he? And he did want to do this, to be honest he couldn't see the down side. Michelle was saying his dad needed a holiday and this would be two weeks off for all of them and they didn't even really need to do anything. It didn't seem dangerous, of course there were going to be terrorists but if they didn't know who they were then they wouldn't do anything right? Not only that but it was all set up and it was some millionaire paying for it so why should he say no? He also knew that if he talked it over with his dad he'd stop him no matter how safe it was.

"So can I take that as a yes?" Chappelle said.

"Um…yeah ok," He said.

"Right well now we just need to get your parents on board",

"Michelle's my step mum," He said.

"Still technically your parent,"

"Ok, so…"

"I think what would be best would be if you talk to them about it since I'm sure they'll be more inclined to take part that way. Now just tell them everything I told you ok," Chappelle said.

"Ok," He said and stayed sitting there.

"Now I just need to make a few phone calls if you wouldn't mind," Chappelle said indicating to the door.

"Oh right," He said and walked out. He just stood outside waiting, he didn't know what else to do plus Chappelle may want to speak to him again.


"Hammond,"

"Brad it's Ryan,"

"What do…"

"I've got an in," He said.

"Tell me,"

"The Almeida's," Chappelle said.

"What about them?"

"Well you know that invite we got off Sampson when we arrested him,"

"Yes useless,"

"Not anymore," Chappelle said.

"Why not?"

"You know Tony has a son don't you?"

"Of course but…"

"He's sixteen," Chappelle said, "And to be honest this is the best way of getting to Landon without him knowing, we've just not had anyone with the right…qualities before,"

"You want to send a 16 year old kid in?"

"All of them, they can pose to be a family, well they are so that will make that part easier, but we'll let Almeida think he's in control, that it's him and Michelle we want to do the work and kid's just there as the cover," Chappelle said.

"Almeida is going to be hard to convince and I don't know if you'll be able to get him believing he's calling the shots,"

"Well that doesn't matter, as soon as we have Michelle on board he'll say yes just to keep an eye on them," Chappelle said.

"You have a point so when are you going to approach them, if the kid says no then…"

"He's already said yes, now we just need Michelle and then Tony will be no problem,"

"You are really going to have to sell it to her, she's not dumb and she'll know something's up,"

"I know that's why Tim will sell it to her, I told him some things that may sway the decision,"

"Right well let me know when you have their agreement so we can start work on it,"

"I will and um Brad I may need your help keeping Almeida out the way while I get Michelle on board,"

"How so?"

"Well," Chappelle said and looked up to see the blinds come up in Tony's office,

"Call him now and keep him talking for as long as possible," With that he hung up and watched as Tony and Michelle stood by the door of his office until Tony turned around and picked up the phone, things were going to plan so far. He turned slightly and watched from the corner of his eye as Michelle came down the stairs to meet Tim.


Tim came round again to the feeling of water.

"Tim start talking now!" Paul yelled yanking him up on the chair. He heard his dad and Michelle trying to speak but Paul was still staring at him, well he couldn't be sure of much since his eyes were opening and closing as if he were about to fall asleep.

"Tim stay with me," Paul said but his head hurt too much, he couldn't take anymore, he'd tell them, tell them anything he just needed it to stop. But before he could speak Paul had moved over to Michelle. He ripped the tape from her mouth which she winced at. Tim was trying his best to focus, to see what was happening but he couldn't prolong the inevitable anymore and closed his eyes.

"Tim," Michelle called out as she came to stand next to him.

"Yeah," He said as he turned to face her.

"Did you?" She asked and indicated to the door, he got the message.

"Uh yeah sorry but dad said it would be free and I didn't notice until I was in there," He said.

"It's ok. What did he say?" She asked. Tim didn't know where to begin, it was probably best if he talked to her first and that way she could talk to his dad because there was no doubt his dad would say no but if she was coming then he may change his mind.

"Um…" He started but didn't know where to start.

"Come with me," She said and led him to the break room. Once they were there she started making some coffee while he just stood there.

"So?" She asked.

"Well he asked me…he wants me to, well all of us to um…go on an Intel gathering mission," He said. She turned round and instead of yelling no she burst out laughing.

"Ok I don't care what your dad says about sports I think comedian is the job for you," She smiled as she poured the coffee. She turned back to him and he saw her face change as it clicked that he wasn't joking.

"You're serious?" She asked as she sat down.

"Yeah," He nodded.

"Tim…"

"Just hear me out please,"

"You said yes,"

"Chelle please just hear me out then you can yell at me," He said as he sat down.

"Ok," She said but he could read her face by now and it was no.

"He said that the guy they are after is having some family vacation thing for people and that they have an invite for us, well not for us but you know for us to pretend to be. Basically all he wants us to do is sit around a holiday resort place for 2 weeks and tell him if we hear anything," He explained but she said nothing, "Come on, you have been telling dad he needs a holiday so why not use this, I mean you could spend the whole time in your hotel room if you wanted and claim you haven't heard anything. It's not dangerous it's just passing on information and I mean we may not even hear anything so we get 2 weeks holiday all paid for,"

"Ok let me put it to you this way first Chappelle wants you for something otherwise he would have kicked you out the building by now cause we all know how much he likes kids. Second there is something really weird about this mission anyway because we haven't been told what this guy is supposed to be up to, so god knows what we might end up hearing. Third if Chappelle got this invite for us it means we're taking someone's place, someone who has either been killed or they have locked up. Forth…"

"I get it ok, but Chappelle said he needed me cause it's a family thing and you can't go without a kid. He said that this guy was a terrorist and was planning an attack so if we learnt any info, well that's what we're needed for. Also so what if this invite was for some dead guy or someone they've got locked up, this guy won't have met them before…"

"Tim if this guy is dead or locked up what does it tell you he does?"

"Oh…didn't think about that," He said, ok so she had him there and probably on every other point if she got a say.

"Tim this mission, we don't know much about it so…"

"Please Chelle, look I promise I'll do as you guys say, I'll stay away from all the guys who are supposed to be bad or whatever. It's a holiday, you and dad both need one so why not now when they'll pay for it and it won't be dangerous if we decide what we do yeah so…"

"Tim…"

"Look I'll do chores for a month I promise, I'll do whatever you guys say while we're there. Please," He begged, this had to be working cause if not he had nothing.

"Tim I dunno," She said rubbing her head. So it was working.

"Look you and dad can relax together and you know how hard that is for me to say so come on, two weeks at some millionaires place," He said moving closer. She sighed and drank her coffee. He just waited, the trick with Michelle was to let her think and she would say yes, he knew she wanted time alone with his dad however painful the thought was.

"I guess I could think about it," She said.

"What's that mean?" He asked impatiently.

"What do you think Einstein?"

"Well is it like I'll think about it yes or I'll think about it no way in hell but I'll pretend for a while?" He asked which she laughed at.

"I think I should talk to Chappelle," She said.

"Aww no come on please say yes please,"

"God when did you become five?" She asked.

"I'm not," He said.

"Well you do a great impression,"

"Haha," He said sarcastically, "So seriously?"

"Ok I'll will talk to Chappelle and if," She started but stopped as he smiled, "I said if he tells me the same as you and there are no dangers I will agree to it ok, but if there is something you have left out like the fact we're pretending to be mass murderers or I have to hook up with some guy then forget it,"

"Ok," He smiled, she was gonna agree.


"Tim stay with me," Paul said but Tim said nothing. Paul finally noticed she and Tony were trying to get his attention and so he walked over to her. He ripped the tape from her mouth which she winced at. Out of the corner of her eye Michelle could see Tim had passed out again, he needed help and she couldn't let him suffer anymore, nor could Tony. This was it she was going to break but not because they were hurting her but someone she loved.

"Talk to me bitch," He snapped.

"I'll tell you the truth but only if you let Tim go," She said.

"Well let me think about that," He said turning to Tim, "I don't think young Timmy is in any fit state to go anywhere right now so how about we do that talking part where you tell me what's going on or I'll go snap a couple of his fingers," Paul said kneeling down so he was face to face with her. His eyes glowed dark and she could see the full extent of the bruising to his face as his curls no longer covered it.

"Oh we're not so chatty now are we," He said and got up walking over to Tim. He grabbed his hand and showed them exactly what he was about to do.

"Three, Two…"

"Stop!" She yelled.

"Talk,"

"Let him go!"

"Talk," He yelled back.

"Just let him go and then we'll tell you everything," She said firmly.

"Um…no I don't like that idea," He said, "Now one more chance,"

Michelle climbed the stairs to Tony's office as she watched him still on the phone. She arrived just as he slammed down the phone.

"Son of a bitch," He muttered under his breath, he looked up obviously hoping she hadn't heard.

"Hey," She said walking over to him.

"Hey," He said as he buried his head in his hands. She could see he needed to talk now whether he wanted to or not. As he didn't look like he was about to move she went and closed the blinds before heading behind him. She rested her head on his shoulders as she rubbed his arm with one hand while the other arm wrapped securely around his chest.

"It'll be ok," She whispered into his ear as she kissed his cheek. He said nothing but shook his head.

"Hey Tony, look at me," She said but he didn't. She couldn't bear seeing him like this, she loved him so much and she'd do anything to make him feel better and right now she needed to know how he was feeling. She released her grip and walked round swinging his chair with her before kneeling on the floor in front of him. She placed her hands on his legs and looked up to see his eyes staring down at her.

"Talk to me," She said simply. He just sat there. She knew he may not want to but this was what they did. If it was a tough day for one of them more then the other then they'd make them open up and explain how they felt. They both knew that it worked and they always felt better after they'd talked it out together. He looked at her and wiped his eyes as she stood up in front of him. She took his hand and led him over to the couch. Once they reached the couch he sat down but she didn't join him, today he needed comforting and she knew how to do it. He was about to speak when she said, "Lie,"

"Chelle,"

"Lie down Tony," She smiled at him.

"Fine," He said as he lay down. She knelt down beside him and started stroking his hair.

"Please talk to me," She said as she continued stroking his hair.

"I don't even know where to begin," He said taking her free hand and kissing it.

"Well why don't you start with Will," She said. She knew it was what was really bothering him. He and Will were friends and Will has just been killed. Tony hadn't even had time to grieve before Chappelle was there yelling at him that it was his fault

"Tony," She said. He hadn't said anything for a while.

"Sorry," He said.

"It's ok, just tell me what you're thinking," She said as she kissed his head.

"What that I hate Chappelle, blame him for Will's death," He said looking at her.

"Yep," She told him, "You were right and Chappelle is a jerk not to see that,"

"Well that doesn't change the fact that Will's dead," He said.

"I know, he even wanted to me to talk to you about it," She said, he looked at her asking her what she'd said, "And I told him that you were right, you told him it wouldn't work, that it was a rushed job which was his fault,"

"Thanks,"

"For what?"

"Sticking up for me," He told her.

"Tony I don't need to stick up for you I was stating my opinion that you were right and it was Chappelle's fault Will was killed," She explained. She never needed to stick up for him because she knew he could handle it himself but she would always be there when he did need her.

"Yeah, I just had to explain it to his wife," Tony told her.

"Oh sweetheart you shouldn't have had to, you should have told me," She said. She couldn't believe he'd done that; she couldn't even begin to imagine how hard it was for him.

"Well I thought it would be better coming from me but she blamed me for it," He sighed.

"It's not your fault," She said. If only Will's wife knew what had gone on, how much Tony had tried to stop the mission.

"I should have stopped him," Tony said.

"You and Will are as stubborn as each other and there was no way you could have stopped him," She said. It was true but she really wished Will had listened to Tony on this one.

"Yeah look thanks Chelle but I should really finish this work so we can get out of here," He said sitting up.

"Ok…" There was still so much he needed to tell her.

"We'll talk at home…I just can't do this here," She nodded at him; she knew what he meant. She got up and went to leave but he pulled her back, as he stood up he kissed her hungrily. She didn't return it straight away, slightly surprised but seconds later she pushed her tongue in his mouth and wrestled with his. After a few minutes he pulled back.

"Better," She laughed.

"Yeah," He smiled.

"Well if this is all I gotta do to make you feel better meet me in the closet in 5 minutes," She smiled which he laughed at. He needed to laugh, she hadn't seen him smile today and she missed it.

"Chelle,"

"Ok 10," She said.

"I'll be ok as soon as we get out of here and then you can make me feel better," He said seductively.

"Guess the bed is more comfortable then the closet," She smiled as she leaned in and kissed him, "Don't be too long," She said as she headed to the door.

"Oh um can you keep an eye on Tim for me, I sent him to the situation room to keep him out the way," He said opening the blinds.

"The situation room?" She questioned. Oh god so that was what he had said when he was talking to her and she'd sent him there. Chappelle did not like kids no surprise but he seemed to really dislike Tim, probably since he was Tony's kid and it was no secret Chappelle was not so fond of Tony.

"Yeah," He said heading to his desk, he turned round and obviously he could tell from her expression that something was wrong, "What is it?"

"Um well Chappelle's in there," She said.

"Jesus," Tony said and headed to the door. Michelle stopped him for a second. The last thing he needed was to go in there all worked up.

"Just be calm ok Tim probably went somewhere else," She told him, she hoped he had at least.

"Yeah let's go," He said as he grabbed the door handle when the phone went. He looked round but didn't move to get it.

"You get it I'll go find Tim ok," She said but he didn't say anything,, "Ok," She said again. It would be better if she went and he stayed here until he was calmer.

"Yeah ok," He said and went to answer it. She walked down the stairs as she heard him answer it.

"Tim," She called out as she came to stand next to him. Well he wasn't in there so that was a start.

"Yeah," He said as he turned to face her.

"Did you?" She asked and indicated to the door.

"Uh yeah sorry but dad said it would be free and I didn't notice until I was in there," Tim said. Oh god this could not be good.

"It's ok. What did he say?" She asked. She needed to know so she could see whet possible damage she needed to sort out.

"Um…" He started but stopped.

"Come with me," She said and led him to the break room. It would be easier to talk there and hopefully no one would interrupt them. Once they were there she started making some coffee while Tim just stood there. She needed it just to get through the rest of the day.

"So?" She asked.

"Well he asked me…he wants me to, well all of us to um…go on an Intel gathering mission," Tim said. She turned round and burst out laughing. It was good to laugh considering the day she'd had and no matter what happened Tim did always seem to be able to make her feel better.

"Ok I don't care what your dad says about sports I think comedian is the job for you," She smiled as she poured the coffee. She turned back to him and noticed he wasn't laughing but looked serious.

"You're serious?" She asked as she sat down.

"Yeah," He nodded.

"Tim…" There was no way in hell this was going to happen.

"Just hear me out please," Tim said.

"You said yes," She said. She knew him too well by now.

"Chelle please just hear me out then you can yell at me," Tim said as he sat down.

"Ok," She said but there was no way she could let this happen. Chappelle must be up to something to actually want to talk to Tim let alone send him on a mission. God what was she thinking Tim was a kid, he couldn't go on a mission it was too dangerous.

"He said that the guy they are after is having some family vacation thing for people and that they have an invite for us, well not for us but you know for us to pretend to be. Basically all he wants us to do is sit around a holiday resort place for 2 weeks and tell him if we hear anything," Tim said but she said nothing, "Come on, you have been telling dad he needs a holiday so why not use this, I mean you could spend the whole time in your hotel room if you wanted and claim you haven't heard anything. It's not dangerous it's just passing on information and I mean we may not even hear anything so we get 2 weeks holiday all paid for," He just had no idea what would go on. She needed him to understand where she was coming from no matter how good two weeks off with Tony did sound.

"Ok let me put it to you this way first Chappelle wants you for something otherwise he would have kicked you out the building by now cause we all know how much he likes kids. Second there is something really weird about this mission anyway because we haven't been told what this guy is supposed to be up to, so god knows what we might end up hearing. Third if Chappelle got this invite for us it means we're taking someone's place, someone who has either been killed or they have locked up. Forth…"

"I get it ok, but Chappelle said he needed me cause it's a family thing and you can't go without a kid. He said that this guy was a terrorist and was planning attack so if we learnt any info, well that's what we're needed for. Also so what if this invite was for some dead guy or someone they've got locked up, this guy won't have met them before…" Why couldn't he just think about what he said for a minute.

"Tim if this guy is dead or locked up what does it tell you he does?"

"Oh…didn't think about that," Tim said. Yeah he hadn't which made her wonder what else he hadn't thought about.

"Tim this mission, we don't know much about it so…" And that was most unusual so it didn't make her feel any better that Chappelle was trying to get Tim involved.

"Please Chelle, look I promise I'll do as you guys say, I'll stay away from all the guys who are supposed to be bad or whatever. It's a holiday, you and dad both need one so why not now when they'll pay for it and it won't be dangerous if we decided what we do yeah so…"

"Tim…" Ok so he did have a point if it was just an Intel gathering op then technically if they didn't hear anything it wasn't their fault. And her and Tony could do with a holiday.

"Look I'll do chores for a month I promise; I'll do whatever you guys say while we're there. Please," He begged. God he was desperate if he was offering to do chores.

"Tim I dunno," She said rubbing her head. Ok so she was starting to come round to the idea but she still had doubts.

"Look you and dad can relax together and you know how hard that is for me to say so come on, two weeks at some millionaires place," Tim said moving closer. She sighed and drank her coffee. Ok she did want two weeks off with Tony and what Tim had said did seem to make her think that it could be possible." I guess I could think about it," She said.

"What's that mean?" He asked impatiently.

"What do you think Einstein?"

"Well is it like I'll think about it yes or I'll think about it no way in hell but I'll pretend for a while?" He asked which she laughed at.

"I think I should talk to Chappelle," She said. She knew she couldn't trust just what Tim had said, it wasn't that she didn't trust him but god knows what Chappelle said to him which could have given him the wrong impression.

"Aww no come on please say yes please,"

"God when did you become five?" She asked.

"I'm not," He said.

"Well you do a great impression,"

"Haha," He said sarcastically, "So seriously?"

"Ok I'll will talk to Chappelle and if," She started but stopped as he smiled, "I said if he tells me the same as you and there are no dangers I will agree to it ok, but if there is something you have left out like the fact we're pretending to be mass murderers or I have to hook up with some guy then forget it,"

"Ok," He smiled. Yeah she probably would agree to it.