In Spying, Love, and War: A This Means War Fanfiction Story
Chapter 7:
Tuck explains, "it's okay man: I bugged her earrings with a sat tracker. After asking, of course."
FDR faintly smiles. He faintly laughs.
FDR adds, "no way. I also bugged her."
Seeming kind of amused... Tuck asks, "really?"
Then... FDR realizes he has subconsciously moved his hand very near a awkward place by tuck's side.
FDR goes ahem. He pulls his hand away.
To FDR's chagrin, Tuck just faintly laughs.
Then... Trish comes in, carrying Lauren's recently dusted off handbag.
She questions nervously, "where's Lauren?"
Tuck kind of nervously explains, "Karl Heinrich kidnapped her to try to kill her. But, we got sat trackers on her."
Without hesitance... FDR adds, "yeah."
Completely unphased... Trish starts to suggest, "yeah, sure. I have my car in back if you..."
Trish kind of points to the back.
FDR is quick to add, "all right. Let's go."
FDR, Tuck, and Trish fast walk through the back door.
Trish thinks to herself:
Slight sigh. Shit.
It's time I call the F.B.I. for a better wire for Lauren to reach me. Only not in sunglasses.
Police sirens are heard as police cars are driving up outside.
Out back... Trish gets into the driver's seat of her tan buggy. The pale red roof is retracted in the back.
Tuck's nose cringes. FDR waves a hand over his nose.
FDR comments, "god, that smells. Did Heinrich toss a gas grenade?"
They both start to get into the car. Tuck is about to get into the co-pilot seat.
A little awkwardly... Trish says, "I'm sorry. That's me."
He and FDR suddenly both get into the back of the car, buckling up.
Tuck concludes, "wow. What did you drink?"
Trish buckles up and starts the car.
Trish admits, "um...I shower once a week and on special occasions. I really like my man stink."
She faintly smiles on the last part.
Almost at the same time... FDR and Tuck goes, "oh god."
They look like they're about to hurl.
Trish starts driving, speed turning past some cars going another way.
Trish mostly assures, "it's okay. I know that turns away most people."
FDR comments offhandedly, "yeah, no kidding."
Soon...
In the back of Trish's car... FDR recalls, "yeah. I bugged her while we were making out."
Tuck turns to him in near disbelief.
He says, "wait. You mean with tongue?"
FDR faintly smiles. He figures casually, "hey. We were in a F.B.I. cell before my "criminal past" came up fake. I assured her it would. We got bored."
Tuck faintly laughs, kind of shaking his head.
He lightly remarks, "god. You're a animal."
FDR faintly laughs.
Trish is driving her car down several blocks. Some cars honk noisily as she speeds past them.
A sloping up ramp for the highways is getting closer.
Tuck asks, "did you at least give her that one that...?"
FDR casually reasons, "the one that comes out the other end? Yeah. Of course I did."
Tuck calmly adds, "okay, good."
FDR concludes, "actually, she seemed to also really like it. Faint awkward laugh. We kept making out on the way back. Even I was exhausted when we got out of the police car."
Looking stunned... Tuck figures, "wow. You know, she kept trying to feel me up when I bugged her earrings."
FDR faintly laughs.
Suddenly... Trish suddenly shouts enthusiastically, "yes! You found her secret fetish!"
Her arms are out high and off the wheel.
Tuck nervously calls out, "Trish!"
FDR nervously looks ahead. He has a hand on the side car door, ready to tumble out.
Several cars honk noisily behind Trish's car.
The car starts to grind against the side of the ramp. It's about to crash.
Just then... Trish quickly puts her hands back on the wheel.
She drives hard right, barely avoiding the side of the ramp.
Trish nervously breathes in and out. She blushes.
Embarrassed... Trish says, "sorry. I'm just so proud of her...and you guys."
FDR and Tuck faintly smile at the thought.
Trish turns back for a second, faintly smiling back.
Trish though keeps driving hard right, coming up to the highways.
They're over a bent pipe shaped concrete bridge, along with rows of cars.
FDR comments, "you should've let her, man."
Tuck adds, "if Lauren decides to stay with me...maybe I will."
FDR just firmly nods, still faintly smiling.
Trish checks, "where do we go now?"
Tuck and FDR check the turning light red arrows on their spy watches.
Tuck is quick to answer, "just keep going up to the exit to Pres Choice 9."
Trish acknowledges, "okay."
After coming back down from the bridge... Trish drives her car past a fancy office building's outside pool.
On the nearest highway past the pool... Fifteen black vans are opening their side windows.
They fire some of their assault rifles at several passing cars.
Bullet holes cover the back of the cars.
Drivers scream...as flaming pieces of their cars's gas tanks explode off into the air.
A massive pile up is forming.
Several cars crash into each other, knocked off their wheels.
The black vans speed past no problem.
FDR and Tuck are quick to catch the exploding pieces of gas tanks in the air.
FDR mutters, "shit!"
Trish nervously breathes in and out some. But, she keeps driving for the next exit.
She makes some hard turns past the pileup and flaming car parts.
FDR can't help but ask, "have you done this before?"
Trish faintly chuckles. She recalls, "I've done this with Bob. I got ways with spies."
FDR and Tuck faintly laugh.
They start catching up to the black vans.
But then... Two of them open up in the back.
From the same two vans... Some of Heinrich's men fire assault rifles.
Looking very nervous now... Trish calls out, "shit!"
She left hard turns the car away from the incoming storm of bullets.
The back tires are hit. Some residing flames run down the back.
FDR and Tuck jump for it.
Trish jump slides out over the car door.
The car flips over some...before crashing into the side of the highway.
FDR and Tuck tumble kind of easily to their feet.
Trish groans violently some, clutching her legs.
FDR and Tuck start to rush over to her.
But... Trish insists, "it's okay. Violent groan. I'll get the F.B.I to get me: Go!"
She's already pulling out her cell phone.
FDR and Tuck pause.
They get teary eyed, looking torn.
But, with some nervous gulps... They run for a salvageable red jeep.
FDR very faintly smiles Trish's way.
Tuck gets into the driver's seat. FDR gets into the co-pilot seat.
Tuck is speed driving the jeep, continuing up the highway.
Not long after...
Tuck's commandeered jeep is catching up to the black vans.
Police and ambulance sirens are going off a ways back down the highway.
FDR fires the last bullets from his pistol...right at Heinrich's men in the two open backs of the vans.
They fall dead.
FDR jumps over to one of the open backs of the vans.
He takes some of their mags to reload his pistol.
Then, with a carefully aimed shot... He shoots the driver.
He falls dead. Some dark red liquid hits the windshield.
Soon, with another lift from Tuck... FDR makes it to the driver's seat.
FDR helps him in to the co-pilot seat.
They let the jeep speed crash into another van up ahead.
Several of the black vans crash into each other in a pile up.
Thinking they're double crossing each other... Most of Heinrich's men from Japan and China come storming out of most all of the vans, pulling out their assault rifles.
They're firing at each other, forgetting all about Karl Heinrich.
Soon, FDR is driving the commandeered van up to Karl's: The only one left.
The red arrows on his and Tuck's spy watches point right to it.
In his rearview mirror... Karl Heinrich sees them.
He gets a assault rifle out, rolling down his side window.
His man in the co-pilot seat takes the wheel.
In the commandeered van... Tuck tells, "I'm going to do a reverse Harrison."
FDR asks nervously, "what? Are you crazy? You could get killed trying!"
Tuck moderately sighs.
He insists determinedly, "just...just trust me."
FDR doesn't argue. He just firmly nods.
FDR opens Tuck's side window. Tuck gets out one of the assault rifles.
FDR drives the commandeered van up to the side facing Karl's co-driver.
He slams it hard into the van...knocking the several men in the back off their feet.
They groan violently some, clutching their heads. Their assault rifles go flying.
Lauren faintly smiles knowingly. She starts to get up.
Both vans are coming up on a stretch of the 310 Freeway. Orange construction cones and equipment are everywhere.
But, past that stretch of freeway...is Karl Heinrich's planned stop all along for Lauren: A gap in the high up freeway yet to be constructed, looking over a busy highway.
Tuck smash hurls the assault rifle through the side window...knocking out Karl's co-driver.
Glass shatters.
Tuck calls out, "hey, Heinrich! Miss me?"
Karl Heinrich glares angrily.
He takes the wheel with one hand.
He steer slams the van hard into FDR's commandeered van.
FDR struggles to steer it clear of some construction equipment.
But...the commandeered van speed crashes into a crane arm.
Glass shatters across the van instantly.
FDR and Tuck jump tumble out through the side doors.
The impact alone rattles the gas tank loose...exploding in flames behind them.
As FDR and Tuck struggle to their feet... Karl Heinrich gets ready to fire the assault rifle.
He viciously smirks. He comments, "not what I planned. But...I'm flexible."
Then though, from behind... Lauren remarks, "you should've got your money back. This rifle has a defect."
In another second... She fires away the exploding off assault rifle.
She grabbed one of the other men's assault rifles to fire into Heinrich's assault rifle in mid-fire.
The assault rifle explodes into the windshield.
The explosion shines brightly. Glass rains down in flaming shards.
Karl Heinrich groans, reactively covering his eyes.
The van is speeding out of control.
And, without looking back... Lauren opens the back of the van.
She runs out, running to catch up to FDR and Tuck.
They're all kind of out of breath. But, they're all faintly smiling.
Tuck starts to ask, "wait. Did you just take care of...?"
FDR faintly laughs. He goes, "wow. You're incredible."
Lauren blushes a little. She adds somewhat nervously, "thank you."
Just then... They hear a explosion.
The van crashes into some construction equipment.
And, in the explosion... It's tumbling down the freeway...right in their direction.
Lauren gasps.
She's about to try to run under it in time.
But, just as she's about to... Reality kicks in: Realizing she's not really as athletic as a spy.
Teary eyed... She mutters under her breath, "shit!"
She's standing kind of frozen in fear in the middle of the freeway: Not sure of what to do now in time to not get crushed by the tumbling van.
Suddenly... She hears FDR and Tuck both calling out to her.
They've taken sides of the wide section of freeway. They're both motioning to her with their hands.
In several seconds...
The van tumbles off the gap of freeway...falling into the highway below.
Hints of dark red liquid splatter cover the hood of the van.
Everyone inside dies from the impact alone...as several cars crash into the smoking wreckage in a massive pileup.
Meanwhile, back up on the 310 Freeway...
Lauren closes her eyes...reaching out to both of them.
Not stopping to ask right now... FDR and Tuck both take her by the hand.
They tumble together off the gap of freeway...before FDR and Tuck pull on their very flat emergency parachutes built into their suits.
Two black emergency parachutes come out with big dark green C.I.A. logos, slowing their descent.
They all breathe a heavy sigh of relief...as their feet touch down on a rectangular based walled edge of highway.
They hug each other.
They just stay like that for several long minutes, faintly chuckling and laughing in relief.
Soon... They're all sitting down next to each other.
FDR and Tuck are looking out to the police cars and ambulances. Lauren is trying hard not to, looking down nervously.
Tuck checks something on his cell phone. He then faintly smiles.
FDR checks, "are you okay?"
Lauren looks up.
More cheerfully... She says, "yeah. I am now. How is Trish?"
Tuck mostly assures, "her car was shot by Heinrich's men. The F.B.I. is making sure she gets good care in the hospital. But, she doesn't need surgery. I just texted her to be sure. She's going to be all right, Lauren."
Lauren sighs in relief. She says, "oh, that's good. Thank you."
Tuck firmly nods. He adds, "you're welcome."
There's a awkward silence.
Then... FDR highlights, "sure. That's good. And, even though we all just barely lived through taking down Heinrich... Were you just about to tell us your decision? There might not be a better time than now."
Lauren faintly chuckles. She faintly smiles.
She concludes, "yes."
FDR kind of annoyedly rolls his eyes. But, he faintly smiles.
He starts to say, "so...?"
Very nervously... Lauren voices, "well... Moderate sigh. I know this is weird. I don't know if it's possible for this not to turn out to be "oh my god, I'm Yoko". But... Faint chuckle. You're both incredible in your own ways. And...I don't want to have to choose. But, if you still feel I should... Faint sniffle. Please just tell me: Because I'll be okay with you choosing for me...because I love you equally."
FDR and Tuck look stunned. Lauren blushes.
After a bit... FDR starts to say nervously, "umm..."
Lauren suddenly gets a little teary eyed.
She puts a sympathetic hand on his.
And, she says, "FDR... Moderate sigh. I know what you might be thinking. You're so caring and incredibly protective. But, before you do something you might regret...please listen to me."
FDR just says, "okay." Lauren adds solemnly, "thank you."
Lauren brings up, "I know you care a lot for your nana. I know you care for me. But... Faint sniffle. I understand if that would be too much for you. I mean... Faint sniffle. Can you really imagine your nana accepting me that way? Can you imagine your family accepting me that way? As polyamorous? I don't think I can."
FDR gets a little teary eyed.
After a bit... FDR solemnly says, "Lauren...I really appreciate what you're saying. I do. But... Faint laugh."
Looking confused... Lauren asks, "what?"
FDR explains, "she doesn't know we're spies. This wouldn't be much different. I'm not sure if I can speak for Tuck. But, at least...I don't think it would be much different."
The teariness in FDR's and Lauren's eyes start drying up. They very faintly smile.
Tuck faintly laughs.
Tuck concludes, "yeah. It would be kind of weird. But... Faint laugh. ...so is the idea of being together with FDR."
Lauren can't help but laugh, kind of doubling over.
Kind of sarcastic... FDR shoots back, "yeah man. "Thank you"."
Tuck faintly smiles. He just adds, "anytime, pal."
Just then noticing FDR's glare... Lauren moderately sighs.
She kind of annoyedly rolls her eyes.
Lauren remarks cuttingly, "good grief. Am I going to have to keep moderating you two?"
Kind of making a face... FDR goes, "ouch."
Tuck adds, "she's got a point, man."
They all faintly laugh and chuckle over that.
After a bit... FDR figures kind of casually, "yeah. So...here's another: What about our apartment?"
Lauren scoots over, sitting between FDR and Tuck.
She casually insists, "oh, that? Please don't worry about it. I'll have the F.B.I. pay for it. Moderate sigh. That was my fault anyway."
She puts sympathetic hands on both of theirs.
Kind of jokingly... FDR wonders, "are we going to have to keep moderating you?"
Lauren playfully punches him.
Tuck faintly laughs.
Lauren kind of warningly glares. She concludes, "I just stopped Heinrich from shooting you. Don't moderate me, or I'll really start testing you two."
There's a brief awkward silence.
But... Lauren starts feeling up both their arms.
She faintly smiles. She assures them, "I'm kidding."
They all faintly chuckle and laugh.
They just sit there for who knows how long...looking out to the mostly clear sky.
A few days later...
FDR and Tuck are kind of nervously standing in Collins's office. They're back to wearing the same collared shirts and suits as a few days ago.
Collins says, "that was a interesting report, FDR."
FDR uncertainly says, "um...thank you boss."
Collins solemnly concludes, "no: Thank you. You stopped Heinrich and others in the C.I.A's most wanted in Asia while we were busy looking for them. You stopped them before they could do serious harm to national security. We're even considering opening a sister spy academy in Japan. The F.B.I. and the C.I.A. wanted to thank you."
FDR and Tuck faintly smile.
Almost at the same time... FDR and Tuck add, "thank you."
Collins adds, "you're welcome."
She then faintly smirks.
She comments, "it figures it would take a woman to really get you two out of the office."
FDR and Tuck both faintly laugh nervously.
They both start thinking to themselves:
Oh my... Does she really know what happened two days ago?
Better not to know. No, we shouldn't.
There's a brief awkward silence.
Dropping the matter... Collins figures, "still... If there's anything we or the F.B.I. can do for you, please let us know. You deserve it, boys."
There's a brief awkward silence.
Tuck says, "thank you. But...I think we're good."
They start to leave.
But... FDR pauses, faintly smiling.
He considers, "actually boss...there is one thing."
Several weeks later, by Trish's and Lauren's house...
The sun is setting.
Construction vehicles with highly paid construction workers are around the house, digging deep under it.
The cover for the digging operation was some rusted pipelines had to be replaced.
The new basement is mostly done.
It's still mostly dirt walls. But, metal planks are holding it up.
Technical guys are also down there, building some surveillance control consoles from the ground up.
Layout for a indoor pool is also down here: Marked with wood planks and some light blue floor tiles.
Inside the house... FDR's and Tuck's TV set, video games, and video game consoles are in front of the couch in the living room. Their boombox is by the kitchen counter on a wood nighttable.
Up in Lauren's room with very light blue walls... There's a kind of recently gotten king sized bed, with mini-Camaros decorated on the dark blue sheets. FDR and Tuck's laptops and spy watches are on two wood nighttables by the white closet doors.
FDR is downstairs, wiring the very dark white Xbox to the TV set. He faintly smiles.
Linus is rushing downstairs, looking excited.
Out in the front of the house... Tuck is standing in the open doorway, wearing black jeans and a red, blue, and white checkered collared buttoned overshirt.
Lauren is wearing a tan brown top with a loose cut down her exposed left shoulder, a brown leather bracelet with a gold buckle around her left wrist, and black jeans. Her hair is slightly curly.
She's standing in front of Tuck, her arms wrapped around his sides.
Tuck faintly smiles.
A dark blue lined tan buggy styled car is pulled up, with Trish in the co-pilot seat. The retractable roof is down.
Trish is wearing a grayish blue jeans like buttoned jacket and a light red strapped sleeveless dress under it.
Lauren adds, "I love you."
Tuck says, "I love you too. You two have a good time."
Lauren grins. She says, "we will."
They pull each other close.
They make out some, with some low groans of pleasure.
Then... Tuck and Lauren pull away.
Lauren waves goodbye to him as she walks to the car.
She gets into the driver's seat, buckling up. Trish is already buckled.
Trish calls back, "and don't let Linus play Ghost Recon! He's not really a guy now: He's four."
Kind of annoyedly... Tuck says, "yeah. All right, Trish."
Trish waves, faintly smiling.
Tuck waves goodbye to both of them.
He closes the door behind him as he goes back into the house.
Lauren starts driving the car down the street.
They're heading for the highways, coming around for the San Francisco-Oakland Bay Bridge.
As they're driving... Trish smiles.
She reflects, "all right. I'm liking these nights out: Living vicariously through your guys and not having to think about Linus every second."
Lauren faintly chuckles. She adds, "I just knew you would admit it one of these days."
Trish concludes, "okay. I know it's more my speed. But...it's more my speed. You sure you're not going to regret getting engaged to FDR?"
Lauren grins.
She briefly holds up her sparkly silvery Superman logo like engagement ring on her left hand.
Lauren reflects, "being with FDR and Tuck... Faint chuckle. It's like a wet dream I'm never waking up from. I never felt so thrilled and loved."
Trish faintly chuckles. She says, "well, I'm impressed and proud of you."
Lauren blushes a little. She adds, "ohh. Thank you."
Trish faintly smiles. She remarks, "I'll even buy you more boxes of wet wipes to blot the dripping."
Lauren chuckles hard, almost having to pull over to catch her breath.
But, on their girl's night out...they keep driving no problem over the San Francisco-Oakland Bay Bridge.
A few days later...
A double propeller C.I.A. issue helicopter is flying over the oceans on a very cloudy day.
In the metallic back of the helicopter... FDR and Tuck are in all black stealth clothes, getting their parachutes on.
And, standing near them is Lauren: In all black stealth clothes. Her hair is mostly tied back in a bun.
Lauren wonders, "you sure I shouldn't test the vector chutes?"
Kind of annoyedly... FDR comments lowly, "oh god! You've said that a hundred times."
Lauren faintly chuckles nervously. She says, "sorry. I just worry about you two."
Tuck concludes, "and we'd never try to change that."
FDR figures, "yeah. We wouldn't try to change you."
Lauren smiles. She says, "ohh. Thank you. You're both so sweet."
FDR and Tuck smile back.
Then... The kind of long metal ramp starts to open.
Rushing in air gusts come and go.
With a arm around her side... FDR kisses Lauren just before walking to the end of the ramp.
Tuck kisses Lauren just before walking to the end of the ramp.
They both high jump off for the ocean, holding each other close.
They briefly kiss...before activating their parachutes.
Two black parachutes come out, making the descent down into the ocean nice and easy.
A night later, in Trish's and Lauren's house...
FDR is sitting on the couch by himself. He's wearing a black T-shirt and blue jeans.
A retro techno disco instrumental is playing over the TV.
Then... He hears footsteps.
He turns around.
Just then... He gets hit with a gust of water.
FDR gets up, spitting out some water. His shirt is dripping wet.
To his surprise... He sees Lauren down in her white laced lingerie and bra.
She has her hair straightened and down. She's also holding a dark green water nozzle shaped toy water gun.
Lauren faintly chuckles. She's playfully grinning.
FDR's glare quickly turns to a amused faint smile when he fully sees her.
He says, "hey Lauren. What's going...?"
Lauren supposes suggestively, "I got to bring some toy guns from Smart Consumer Grounds home to test out...kind of off the books. Do you know what I mean?"
FDR laughs, kind of doubling over.
He then catches his breath. He smiles.
FDR steps very close to her. Lauren wraps her arms around his sides.
FDR concludes, "I love it when you talk dirty. But, what about the CHiPs marathon?"
Lauren kind of annoyedly rolls her eyes.
She whispers in his ear, "CHiPs is being recorded. Just come to our room, baby."
Lauren feels up one of his sides. She makes sure to keep holding the water nozzle shaped water gun in the other.
FDR faintly chuckles.
After a bit... FDR is following Lauren up to their bedroom, hand in hand.
They close the bedroom door behind them. The whole room is plastered ahead of time with waterproofing.
Soon, FDR, Tuck, and Lauren are topless in the room.
They're firing nozzle shaped water guns at each other, laughing and chuckling like crazy.
The waterproofed walls are dripping wet.
After around a half hour... They're kind of slip slipping on the waterproofing over the bed as they try to lie down on it.
They're all feeling each other's sides and making out, kind of tumbling over themselves across the waterproofing.
And, through the night... Faint laughing, faint chuckling, and low moans and groans of pleasure come from the room.
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