Note: Agent Patrick Monroe is Patrick Viktor Monroe's character from the movie. He is Tuck's sparing partner and doesn't have a character name listed on IMDB.

Updated 8/12/14

The Other Agent Foster

Chapter 10- Sleepless In London

While Angelica was receiving a lecture from her grandmother, Tuck was running late. He was supposed to meet FDR at the airfield nearly an hour before but he had only just arrived. The night before he had grabbed his overnight bag before checking into a hotel for a few brief hours of sleep and now he couldn't seem to get a handle on the day. Usually he hated the days when they were cooped up in the office rather than out in the field, but today when he really could have used an office day he had to fly to Europe to track down a suspect in Paris, then he was off to London to be fitted for a tuxedo. Finally though after rushing around all morning trying to get himself sorted he was ready to go.

"Hey man, what time do you call this? We've got work to do."

Tuck sighed as he dropped his bag down next to his friend's, absolutely exhausted even though it was only the start of a very long day.

"I know, I'm sorry. But I had to stay in a hotel last night and I had a few things to sort out before we could leave."

The shock and worry could be seen clearly on FDR's face as he put an arm out to stop Tuck from boarding the plane.

"Why? What happened?"

Tuck sighed again. He didn't have the energy for this right now. Especially when they had a mission to think about and his head was still a mess.

"Katie kicked me out. For good this time. Look it's a long story mate. Can we talk about this later? We really need to get going."

With a nod FDR let him past and somehow Tuck managed to keep himself distracted with work until the next day.

The job was over and they were booked into their hotel in London. Tuck had been awake for about 20 hours in total, on top of only getting a few hours sleep after his confrontation with Katie, and now he was in a completely different time zone. But he knew he wouldn't be able to get to sleep now as it was only just noon local time. Besides as tired as they both were he knew that FDR wouldn't leave him alone until he gave him an explanation for what had happened back home. The problem was that Tuck didn't know what to say to him, especially when Angelica would be arriving early the next morning to supervise their shopping trip.

As if a cue there was a knock on the door of Tuck's hotel room and of course there stood FDR with his arms crossed defiently. There was no way that he was being put off this time.

"Come on, out with it. What do you mean Katie's kicked you out for good?"

Sighing Tuck gestured for him to come inside and closed the door behind him. I can do this he thought, I can tell him what happened. All I have to do is be vague. He knows I was out with his sister last night but he doesn't need to know that the fight was about her.

"When I got back home after having dinner with your sister Katie was still up. She was sitting in the kitchen and she asked me where I had been, so I told her. But she didn't believe me. She thought I was having an affair. You see there's this girl that I was involved with before we met and Katie's convinced that I'm still in love with her."

FDR was silent for a moment and Tuck worried that he was piecing it all together. But eventually he spoke.

"You never told me you were seeing anyone."

Tuck leant back in the chair he was sitting on trying to stop himself from panicking.

"At the time it wasn't anything serious, just a bit of fun. We did start to get a lot closer and I almost forgot that we weren't a real couple. But we weren't. I think I read a lot more into the 'relationship' than she did. To her it was just sex and we wanted different things so we went our seperate ways. Then I met Katie and we got married and we had Joe. The problem is I'm not so sure that Katie's wrong. I think I am still in love with her and even though I know we can't work, that we did the right thing when we stopped seeing each other. I can't stay with Katie. So I called in a favour with Patrick and he's getting my old apartment opened up and getting the stuff taken out of storage. It should be all set up by the time we get back. Then Katie and I can try and sort something out with Joe."

The look of complete and utter shock on FDR's face would heve been comical in any other situation but Tuck couldn't bring himself to laugh.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me. It's probably a good job that you and Katie never actually got around to getting re-married."

For a moment it looked as if FDR was going to ask another question but then his phone started to ring and he was distracted by answering it.

"Hello? Oh hi Angie. Yeah, yeah we're all booked in. Alright. No we're fine, just a bit tired you know. So what's that then 2 hours until take-off? It's about an 11hr flight so that would be 1am here. I'll let the front desk know. Alright. Yeah he's here. Ok."

As his friend talked to his sister Tuck tensed up, especially when FDR stopped ad held the phone out to him. Why would the Angel want to speak to him?

"It's Angie. She wants to speak to you. She said it was about Joe."

Everything else forgotten Tuck grabbed the phone and held it to his ear. He was so intent on the call that he didn't notice when FDR left to inform the front desk of when Angelica would be arriving.

"Angel, what is it? Is he alright?"

It was incredible sometimes how everything else went out of the window as soon as he was worried about his son. But when her voice came over the line it was completely calm which calmed him down instantly. As unemotional as she claimed to be Tuck knew that if Joe was in trouble the Angel would be a complete mess.

"He's fine Tuck honestly. I just wanted to let you know what he said to me. When I saw him at breakfast yesterday morning he seemed a little down. It seems that Katie had dropped him off with Nana early so that you guys could talk and he was worried because she used to do the same thing before you guys got divorced."

Tuck took a breath before he spoke next. How could Joe have picked up on what was going on so quickly? How was he going to explain it to him, or the Angel for that matter?

"He's right Angel. We had a fight, a big one. But we can talk about that tomorrw. What did you do?"

He knew how difficult it was for her sometimes speaking to Joe. When they were in the same room he could see the conflicting emotions she tried so hard to hide. But she laughed a little at the question.

"I just told him that no matter what happened between you and his mum that you wouldn't be far away and that he would still get to see you all the time because you would make sure of that. And I told him that if you didn't I would kick your ass."

She laughed again almost distracting Tuck from the melancholy that always took over when he heard her call Katie Joe's mother, almost. But he couldn't dwell on it because she wasn't finished and she was obviously amused by what she had done.

"He didn't believe me when I said that, but he does now..."

Joe had been showing Angelica some of the new moves he intended to perfect before his tournament when they were interrupted by a burly black man in combats and a tanktop.

"Excuse me m'am but you wanted to see me."

A smile spread across Angelica's face as she turned to see Patrick Monroe obviously confused to see her with an 8yr old boy practicing martial arts on the grass.

"Yes, thank you Agent Monroe. Joe this is Agent Patrick Monroe he works with your dad and Uncle Frank. Patrick, this is my good friend Joseph Harrison. Now my buddy Joe here doesn't believe that I could beat his daddy in a fight. And as he isn't here at the moment I thought you could help me with a little demonstration."

She smiled sweetly at the man in front of her as a look of fear crossed over his face. But he took up a defensive stance on the grass and nodded.

"Alright. If you insist."

For the next hour or so Joe sat on the grass laughing as he watched his Auntie Angie throw the bulky man around as if he were a ragdoll.

Tuck couldn't help himself, he laughed as she told him what she and Joe had been doing. He knew he shouldn't, that he shouldn't like the idea of her showing off her skills to his son, to their son. But he couldn't help it. Somehow over the course of a single conversation with his Angel he felt like all of his worries had melted away. He laughed a little harder at the mental image he had of her throwing Agent Monroe around her grandmother's lawn. Poor Patrick.