I can't believe how far this is... One of my longest fanfics ever! Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

Rick was in bed when the phone rang. He opened his eyes and reached for the phone. He grabbed it and answered huskily, "Hullo?" He glanced at a clock that read 1:00 am.

'Rick, Riggs is on his way. Our enemy is somewhere in Colorado. He and Grant should arrive in about fifteen minutes. Grant'll take Penny back here and you'll take Riggs in your car to the airport. Davidson has two tickets for a flight to Denver that leaves in forty minutes.'

Rick made a face, "I guess you're assumin' we can get there in time?"

'We'll have to take our chances. Abernathy is up at some private summer home. It's likely we have a small amount of time before he's onto us. Davidson just called here.'

"Right." Rick replied. He hung up the phone and darted for the dresser. He yanked on a drawer pulling the entire thing out and dropping it to the floor. Rick snatched a pair of jeans and guickly changed into them. He grabbed a shirt and walked to the doorway flicking on the light.

"Penny, wake up." He called. He put on the shirt as he walked into her room. He flicked the switch and light bathed her room.

She stirred. "Penny I need you to get up." He buttoned up the shirt as he walked to the bed and shook her.

"What?" Penny asked groggily just barely opening her eyes.

"I've got to go on a mission, Uncle Grant will take you to the mansion. But he'll be here soon." Rick grabbed a back pack and then went to her dresser he started grabbing clothes and stuffing them in.

Penny climbed out of the bed shivering in her nightgown. In her arms was a stuffed dog. It was a yellow lab the girl had named Brain. It was a gift from Jessica when she was younger, from Build-a-Bear-Workshop. Jessica had wanted to get Penny a real dog, and Rick had told her no. He didn't have enough time to be a father, a cop, and train a puppy.

Jessica had told Rick that her first order as Mrs. Barnes would be to get the girl a pet dog.

Penny joined Rick at the dresser and he handed her a pair of jeans and a blue shirt. He hurried back out of the room.

Rick went back to his room and grabbed the trench coat and fedora off of their hooks. He hung the coat over his left arm. He went to the master bathroom and checked his appearance in the mirror. He grabbed a comb and ran it through his black hair a couple times.

He splashed some water on his face to wake himself up. "Penny, is there a chance you could start the coffee pot?" He called.

Penny reacted right away. "Sure thing!" Her footsteps raced through the house to the kitchen. A moment later they came back to her room.

He put on his black leather shoes and then the trench coat. He turned off the lights and headed for the hall. He met Penny coming out of her room. Her tennis shoes weren't tied but she was dressed, with a sweatshirt on and her hair half brushed. She was still working through her hair her backpack over her shoulders.

"Are you scared?" She asked.

"Not really," Rick replied. "This is a big chance to capture someone very important." He added.

"Dad, do I have to go with Uncle Grant?" She was in a curious mood.

"Yes. Jessica isn't even awake yet, and you can't come with me."

"I know." She replied sullenly.

"You know what, I'll keep this with me." Rick pulled out the little link pad from a pocket. Penny brightened up.

The girl grabbed her laptop as Rick grabbed a coffee mug with a lid and poured the dark liquid. He put a spoon of sugar in it and then presed the lid down.

Rick picked up a car engine approaching. "They're here." Penny came up behind and hugged him. Rick wrapped an arm around her comfortingly.

The two turned off lights as they rushed for the front door. They hurried out just as Grant's SUV came to a stop and Walter rushed out. Grant came out and went to Penny. She handed him her backpack.

"You be good." Rick reminded as he unlocked the doors to his Mustang.

"Yes Sir." She replied waving goodbye.

Walter climbed into the sports car and Rick followed. Grant and Penny climbed into the SUV. Grant rolled the window down. "I'm supposed to let you go first."

Rick nodded and closed his door. He started the engine and changed gears. He hit the gas and spun the wheel. The car turned around quickly missing the SUV by mere inches.

Rick pulled out as Walter began to talk. "So we're headed to some place in Colorado. Near the Rockies. We're supposed to keep a low profile." Walter watched the road. "Lawrence said you could get us to the airport in time for that flight in a half hour. How so?"

"You'll see." Rick replied.

"You can't possibly get there in time."

"Not in a normal car." Rick returned. "But this car is a Lawrence Special." He realized the pun after the fact and chuckled. (For anyone who doesn't know cars-There was a Ford Mustang that was called a California Special released in 1968.)

Walter shook his head. "I need to get a hold of your Sheriff. Rick pointed to the radio. The agent grabbed it and pushed the button.

"I need to speak with Sheriff Anderson."

Rick turned onto the highway. "You might not want to watch the road." Walter frowned at him.

'Who is this?' A voice came back.

"Detective Barnes." Rick raised his voice before Walter answered.

'Right away.' Came the response. Walter looked at Rick.

"Anderson's men won't patch FBI through to him." He explained. Walter rolled his eyes.

Rick opened up the center console and began flipping switches. Walter watched. When the light came on Rick pressed his thumb against the pad.

"Those scientists don't ever stop do they?" Walter asked.

"Nope. It comes in handy most of the time."

'Anderson here.' The radio crackled.

"This is agent Riggs. Barnes and I are on a mission from the FBI. We're taking a flight out of state." Walter replied.

'Is this about that international terrorist ring?' Anderson's voice was groggy but strong.

"Yes sir."

'Do you know how long you'll be gone?'

"No." Walter answered.

'Alright,' a beeping came through the radio and there was a pause. 'Barnes hasn't activated that accursed car of his has he?'

Rick jacked into the radio signal. "I did activate it Sir."

'In a hurry?' Anderson asked a little annoyed.

"We are. We're headin' for airport now." Rick answered.

'Are you crazy?' The sheriff asked. Walter and Rick shared a glance and a grin.

"I ain't crazy Sir, just a man on a mission." Rick replied smiling.

'Whatever. Just don't kill yourselves. Contact me when everything's over.'

"10-4." Rick replied.

Walter put the radio up and looked at the highway. He sucked in a gasp of shock and looked back at the dashboard.

"It's a little unnerving the first time." Rick remarked.

"How fast are we going?"

"About a hundred and twenty miles." Rick replied easily. He changed lanes to avoid a minivan packed for a roadtrip. They passed by with a screeching hiss.

"An hour?" Walter gasped. Rick nodded. "How can you drive that fast?"
Rick almost looked at Walter to remind him of what Alex and Grant had done to him. "It's no different then racecars." Rick shrugged.

"Race cars don't go this fast on interstates." Walter retorted.

"If you must know, I'm equipped to handle this speed." Rick announced as he changed lanes again. They were approaching the exit for the airport.

"Ah," Walter replied. He tried not to think of Rick in terms of science. It made it easier to ignore uncomfortable facts.

Rick took the exit smoothly and they shot off the freeway Walter held in a yell of fear as they came into a sudden stop at a light. Rick turned into the airport when he saw no one.

They pulled into the parking lot and dashed into the building.