Thanks for reviews, and a little note:

I didn't mean fifty by the end of the second chapter.

I meant by the end of the story.

And I have six more one shots to do.

So I think fifty is more than reasonable considering we're halfway there.

Disclaimer: I'm not British

"Here's another stack, Mr. Rider, sir." Said the voice of twenty-five year old secretary, Andrew Jenkins. The young blond hair, blue eyed adult threw down another stack of papers for Ian Rider to fill out, then silently left his bosses office.

Ian Rider sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. Ever since his last mission had gone astray, he had been put on desk work while the heads tried to fix the mess. Although negotiations had been going on for weeks, they were still nowhere as close they should be. Only one or two of the members of Nix were bribed and agreeing to leave Ian, along with all of Britain, alone.

Desk work had always bored him, even through his schooling. When Ian had been in junior high and high school, he had never been one to sit down and do his homework. His parents, along with John, had always had to lecture him or bribe him into doing his homework.

Slowly, Ian let the hour tick by until it was eleven-thirty am. By then, he had ran through fifty resumes, seventy reports, and more. Yet, as Ian was about to begin the next chunk, which consisted of economic reports, his secretary knocked on the door.

"Come in!" Ian hollered, closing the file reports.

"Mr. Rider, there's someone on your cover line. A Mrs. Smith?" Andrew said, nervousness in his voice.

Ian Rider paused, thinking about the name. If she was calling on his cover line, then she believed this was a bank. All agents had two lines, one for their 'bank' position, and one for their MI6 position. "What does she want?"

"Something about your nephew, Alex." Andrew stated.

"Put her through." Ian snapped, wondering what happened to his nephew. He picked up his phone and waited for Andrew to put the women through. "Hello?"

"Mr. Ian Rider?" An elderly woman's voice questioned.

"This is him. Who is this?" He asked, leaning back in his chair.

"Mr. Rider, this is Mrs. Eleanor Smith. I'm the secretary at your son, Alex, school." She began.

"You mean my nephew?" Ian corrected.

"Yes, I apologize. Anyway, would you mind coming and picking Alex up. I'm afraid he's been suspended." She said calmly.

"He what?" Ian hissed.

"He's been suspended."

"Why?" Ian questioned, since it wasn't like Alex to get into any trouble.

"He got into a fight. Knocked the poor kid unconscious. Can you please come pick him up, sir?" She repeated.

Ian clenched his fist. Alexander Jonathan Rider, you better have a damn good explanation for this. He thought with a small growl. "Yes ma'am, I'll be there in about a half an hour."

Said eight year old was sitting in his office, waiting for the ax to fall.

"Alex, your uncle will be here soon." The ancient secretary said, glaring up at him as if he was the world's biggest criminal.

Oh boy, Ian isn't gonna be happy. Alex thought miserably. Ian had made it clear that if he ever got called because Alex had been in a fight, there would be hell to pay. Alex would have twenty thousand chores, have to do ten pages in his Spanish, German, and French books, and go to bed early every day. Then, he would have to answer to Jack, their housekeeper.

Jack was a redhead, quick tempered, American. She would be very mad at Alex.

Alex didn't dare look up as he heard the door open.

"Good evening, Mr. Rider." The evil secretary said in a fake cheer.

"Afternoon." Ian said, filling out some paperwork before glancing at Alex. "Come on, kid. Let's go home."

The ride home couldn't have been longer. It consisted of Alex staring out the window and Ian glaring at him out of the corner of his eye.

Finally, Ian pulled into the driveway and shut the car off. "Get in the house and sit down at the kitchen table. You should be sitting there before I even get through the front door."

Alex sprinted out of the car.

"Alex, what are you doing home already?" Jack asked, looking up from her college homework.

Alex didn't speak.

"Ice your eye with this." Ian said, throwing a bag of peas at Alex. He pulled up a seat and sat in front of Alex. "Alexander Jonathan Rider, care to explain why you were suspended for fighting in school?"

"Alex!" Jack yelled, eyes flashing anger.

"Because he made me mad." Alex mumbled.

"Why?" Ian asked with deathly emotionless.

"He was saying mean things." Alex mumbled.

"Alex, if you elaborate I might not ground you for life." Ian stated. "What was he saying that was so mean?"

"He was calling me a prat, and saying that my parents must have died of a heart attack when they saw me. Then he said something about mom and dad hating me and running away." Alex said, anger flashing in his eyes.

Ian's eyes were furious. "What's his name, Alex?"

"I don't wanna say."

"I can get it from the office. You mind as well tell me, Alex." Ian stated, glancing at the redhead American who was letting her hair color shine through.

"Jacob Sampson." Alex mumbled.

Ian glanced at Jack before sighing. "Jack, will you look up the school's phone number. I believe this is harassment."

"Will do." She grumbled, walking into the living room and leaving uncle and nephew alone.

"Alex, you should never let your anger get a hold of you like it did today. Understand?" Ian began calmly while leaning forward. He continued after his nephew nodded. "You will be doing some workbook pages for getting into the fight, but I'll let you off the hook as far as grounded goes."

Alex smiled slowly.

"But, if I ever have to leave to get you from school for a fight, I will ground you until I die. Understand?" He threatened.

Alex nodded.

"Alright, now, I'm gonna have a word with your headmaster and the boy's parents. You are to come with me and remain completely silent unless I, and I only, give you permission to speak. Comprendé?"

"Sí." Alex answered.

"Buen. Ahora, ir a tu habitación y empezar tu hojas de trabajo." Ian rattled off, watching his nephew nod understandably.

Jack handed him the phone and smiled. "So his suspension will be lifted once your done?"

Ian nodded. "And Sampson will be suspended for harassment."

(1) This was inspired by something that happened to my friend and her brother. This kid said some very rude things like what is said to Alex to her little brother. My message: Bullying is NOT okay.

(2) "Understand?" "Yes." "Good. Now, go to your room and start your workbook pages." I think most of that is right since I'm in Spanish 3 but it's probably a bit messed up since I had to use google translate.