A/N: Wow, it is an update! Yes, I'm still breathing! Okay, seriously, I hope you enjoy. Well, that may not be the right word. But anyway...

Alan Tracy felt sick to his stomach as he was roughly tossed to the floor. Colby, in an attempt to save Alan, had knocked him brutally to the floor. Alan gave out a brief cry of pain as he toppled to meet the cement floor. Luckily, Colby had knocked him down more gently than he might have knocked down a hardened criminal. "Drop that gun or I'll be forced to shoot!" David shouted, not even wanting to bother with the warning. He knew, however, that if he didn't scream the warning, he would have to fill out a lot more paperwork later.

Mullion ignored David's warning and fired at Colby. If Colby hadn't knocked Alan down, the bullet would have grazed Alan. As it was, the bullet launched itself into Colby's shoulder, making the hardened FBI agent grunt in pain.

David aimed for Mullion's arm, but missed. Mullion turned and fired at David, who ducked. Don had taken the time to shove Gordon out of the path of the gun. The entire building was currently being evacuated; someone had hit the emergency alarm.

Don, seeing Mullion take aim for Colby again, fired. The man was knocked down instantly, clutching his heart as he toppled to the ground. Don didn't hesitate as he darted over, his black shoes clinking on the white, now unpolished floor. He swore softly as he checked his pulse. "Dead," he muttered.

Colby had lifted himself off Alan and took the opportunity to prop himself against the glass wall of the FBI bull pen. Even though the shot had only been to Colby's arm, he was still breathing heavily and his face was slowly starting to turn white. The vividly red blood trickled down Colby's arm, making his blue shirt turn a nauseating color. "I need a first aid kit!" Don yelled. "Damn it, David, where the hell is LAPD? I need an EMT here, like stat!"

"It's just an arm," Colby said, but Don knew his friend and team member was in pain. For an arm shot, this was going to hurt like a son of a bitch. David returned with a first-aid kit and assisted Don in wrapping the bandage around Colby's arm.

"Alan!" Gordon said as he ran towards his brother. Even though Colby had knocked Alan down in attempt to save his life, he had still hurt Alan's arm; a new red scrape appeared right under Alan's black brace. "I need any type of wrap you got," he said, nodding towards the first aid kit as he looked at the arm.

"Let me help," Don said as he made his way over. David was covering Colby's arm with the bandage and was waiting until Colby could catch his breath enough to walk down the stairs, where there would be – hopefully – an EMT waiting.

"Alan, are you okay?" Gordon responded as he wrapped the brown bandage around his brothers' arm.

Alan swallowed hard as he looked at his brother, too lost in a flashback to comprehend what was going on.

Flashback

"Gordon!" a younger boy said, embracing his arms around his older brother. "Gordon! He hurted me!"

"Who, Alan?" Gordon said with a dark look on his face. "Who hurt you?"

Alan sniffled and buried his head in his older brothers' shoulder. Only seven at the time, being slapped was excruciatingly painful. "He said he'd hurt you if I told anyone," he said, a tear running down his face.

Gordon's face darkened. "Alan, I need to know what's going on. Please, I can protect myself. Just tell me."

It was then when the man in question came around the corner. Alan shrank back further into Gordon's shirt, trying not to look at the man.

Matthews smiled down at him. "Alan! I'm so upset that you ran away from me when you bumped into the table," he said, looking at Gordon as if he were the scum on the earth. "The lies children tell, you know," he said, using a handkerchief to remove the sweat off of his brow.

"No, I don't know," Gordon said. His voice became icy cold. With Scott gone on vacation, and Virgil and John gone for a playground trip, Gordon was the only one older than Alan at the house. "Perhaps you should inform me," he added, looking at the man darkly.

"Fine, maybe I will." Matthews shoved Alan out of Gordon's hands, causing the seven-year-old to fall to the floor. He grabbed Gordon by the wrist and dragged him to the closet. Gordon swore softly as he heard the lock click. He didn't even know that this closet had locks.

"Hey, let me out!" Gordon said, realizing that the 'man in question' that Alan must have mentioned was Matthews. "You can't do this to me – let me out of here!"

End flashback

"I know you," Alan said suddenly, eyeing his brother. "You were trying to protect me," he added, "and you got shoved into a closet."

Gordon blinked at Alan, looking at the teenager as if he had three heads. Then suddenly it hit him. "You mean Matthews," he said with a knowing nod. "He was our babysitter for a week when you were seven," he added, seeing Alan's blank look. "Come on, here, let's get up." He glanced at Don. "Uh," he said.

David looked at Don. "Remember how I told you I had a friend who was in WASP, and how I mentioned that he had a younger brother who was missing and was coming down? This was him. Gordon. Gordon Tracy," he added, the emphasis on the name Tracy.

Don stared at him blankly. "I believe you, but I don't read People," he said, knowing David was putting an emphasis on the man's last name for a reason.

"Jeff Tracy is the owner of Tracy Enterprises. I've met Alan once, that's why I thought he was so familiar; Gordon is his brother. He has four brothers," David responded. He glanced at Colby, who had regained a little composure in his face. "Come on. Let's take this outside, where there isn't more risk of bullets."

"Not so fast," another man said. He was wearing an FBI uniform, and he might have looked friendly enough under other circumstances. The gun in his hand, however, was anything but pleasant. "None of you are going anywhere until I say so."

"What the hell, Mike?" Don responded. He had read Mike's record review himself because he was worried about things that were going on in Mike's life. He had been worried that they were going to be affecting him as an FBI agent. It appeared that he was right.

Mike chuckled as Don reached for his gun. "Not so fast, Eppes. I know how these things work. I also know that little Granger over there is bleeding, and you'll want to get him out as soon as possible. And you probably wouldn't want me to hurt the two Tracy heirs, right?" he added with a smirk at Alan.

Gordon stood protectively in front of his brother, praying the madman wouldn't take a shot.

"Alright, alright," Don said, raising his hands in the air to show Mike he wasn't a threat. "Let's just keep this calm, shall we?"

Jeff Tracy was not happy. They had checked Scott out of the hospital, and he was recuperating at the hotel. He hadn't wanted Scott to travel with his injuries. Gordon, who had promised to check in every twenty-four hours, had not. He sighed as he glared at his red Blackberry, as if it would magically tell him the answers. He glanced at Virgil. "Check your phone and see if you have any messages from Gordon," he responded.

Virgil hit play. There was one message from his friend in Toledo, and another message from some company advertising something. Other than that, nothing. "Not a thing," Virgil responded with a frown.

"Already on it, Dad," John said as he booted up his own cell phone, which he had off because he didn't want to be interrupted while he was spending time with Scott. "Nothing," he muttered.

"I'm calling Ann-Marie," Jeff announced. If the boys weren't able to get in touch with Jeff, for any reason, they were instructed to call Ann-Marie.

The news was the same. "Nothing," Jeff muttered as he leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes. "Crud," he muttered, "why do I feel like this is going to be a bad thing?"

The memory that Alan recalled is from Home Turf, a FanFiction piece that I have written and completed. It was a 'missing scene', so to speak. If you haven't checked out Home Turf yet, I ask you, why not? Go read it while you wait. And if you haven't done so already, go check out '96 hours until sold', my other in-progress Thunderbird Fic.

Okay, enough shameless self promotion. Who's going to get hurt because of the FBI informant?