A/N: Hello! Well I'm on a roll. I'm finishing up this fic now...this chapter and one more I do believe! Yay, isn't that fun? It feels nice to finally be finished with it.

Thanks to miz greenleaf for my review!

"What on earth is that smell?" The Hood questioned, turning to one of his henchmen and sniffing the air.

"Smells like smoke," the henchman replied, furrowing his brow.

The Tracy's all looked at one another with the same puzzled looks. Smoke? Fire?

"Go and see where it's coming from then!" The Hood ordered impatiently and turned back to the Tracy's. The henchman left quickly to investigate, all the while the smell was becoming more and more apparent.

Scott furrowed his brow momentarily and began to think…but the thought was too impossible to comprehend.

"Oh, how kind. I wasn't expecting you to cater for us too and a barbeque, how fun!" Lady Penelope said dryly. "I think I'll have the chicken."

The Hood glared at her. "Oh, I'm sorry I think the only thing on the menu will be over-done Thunderbirds."

No-one got the chance to retort as the henchman that was sent out reappeared again, largely out of breath.

"Sir, there is a fire!" He gasped, hanging onto the door for support. "I can't make it onto the third floor! It's making it's way up!"

The Hood remained calm however. "Not a problem. Follow me and we'll let our little party warm up a little."

The Hood went to leave the room but Jeff called out.

"You can't leave us here!"

"Oh no? I think it's a perfect ending to an already perfect capture if I do say so myself. Don't forget the sun cream."

And with that, The Hood disappeared from the room, his henchmen following in his wake. They heard the door slam and a key being turned in the lock.

"Alan! Lean against your brother and push yourself to your feet," Jeff ordered at once and Alan obeyed, awkwardly pushing himself against John who quite rightly complained.

It took Alan several minutes to get on his feet and as he stood up, a victorious smile on his face only to be greeted by Lady Penelope and Parker who were already on their feet and had their hands untied.

"Let me help you with that," Penelope said, tugging at Alan's ropes that bound his wrists as he went insanely pink at her touch.

Parker released the rest of the Tracy's and they wasted no time in going straight to the door in an attempt to break it down and set themselves free. Parker and Penelope had different ideas however.

Penelope kicked the pane of glass out of the window while Parker found his keys in his inside pocket. He leant out of the window, clicking a small button attached to his pink key ring.

"Gentlemen, your carriage awaits," Penelope called, smiling for the first time. Her pink limousine was waiting outside the window obediently, designed for situations just like this one.

Scott and Gordon ceased trying to break the door down immediately and hurried over to the window to all pile inside FAB1.

Penelope and Virgil were the last ones inside the room and Virgil had one foot in the car and one foot on the floor when the door to the room burst open and Sophia fell inside, coughing and sooty.

Penelope stopped helping Virgil instantly and rushed to her sister and gathered her up in a huge hug. Virgil, who had almost fell between the space of the car and the mansion and regained composure and wasted to time in rushing over to her either.

"Virgil!" Sophia cried, slightly disorientated. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," Virgil said and had to smile. It was him who should be asking Sophia that as he clocked her filthy dress, sooty body from the smoke and wild hair.

The rest of the Tracy's had returned back inside the room, all glad to be reunited.

"Virgil, just so you know," Sophia continued, clearly not finished in her tired slur. "That me and Scott, we really love you…"

That was quite enough for Sophia who had just been running for her life for the past ten minutes. She was tired, she was dirty and she'd had enough of saving people. And her head still really…really…hurt.

In true girly fashion, Sophia collapsed in Virgil's arms once again into blissful, unaware unconsciousness.

Well, she wasn't a Lady for nothing.