gala1981 asked:

Just saw that you are doing tropetember now and wondered if it's to late to request something.

If you are still accepting requests I would love number 2 and another chapter of the mafia AU where Scott was putting on cufflinks that were matching the color of his eyes (sorry I just loved that particular moment)

I am going to combine this with your other Mafia ask:

gala1981 asked:

From the reverse trope writing prompts

Accidently kidnapping a mafia boss for Thunderbirds and authors choice of character

A Mafia AU

It was rare that a meeting between himself and whichever lieutenants were due to be reporting finished early, but Scott wasn't about to prolong the occasion any further than necessary.

Closing the meeting with the traditional handshakes and the promises of some old family friends to visit the Don soon, Scott picked up his calf-skin document case in Ink Blue, carefully putting the paperwork away. Straightening his suit jacket and making sure his favourite white gold and sapphire cufflinks were securely in place, he stopped as Jane Carter, his PA, handed him his cashmere overcoat. Scott hung it over his arm, kissed his PA's cheek – for which he received a light slap on his arm as usual – and left with a laugh.

Scott strode out of the building to where Kayo would usually pick him up. He was aware that being early could mean that he might have to wait, but to his surprise his car was there, ready. With a frown, Scott slightly sped up.

And stopped suddenly, sighing heavily at the sight before him.

Brandon Berrenger slid over the bonnet of Scott's car, making Scott wince at the potential scratches that had made. The young man landed, holding 'finger guns' and prancing around as if he was in a life-or-death battle with some imaginary assailant. Scott watched as he threw himself against the car, crouched down by the wheel so that the car was 'protecting' him, looking left and right so fast that he didn't see Scott standing there.

Berrenger popped up quickly to 'survey' the area. The kid meant well, but since Scott had rescued Brandon several months earlier from the streets and gave him a job in Alan's racing outfit he'd been…badgering Scott for a job on his security detail.

Unfortunately he was still acted like a typical "surfer-dude" and had a (currently terminal) case of brain-to-limb incoordination inherent to almost all late-teen-early twenties males. Kayo had watched him carefully through the entire interview and role-play scenario, and whispered to Scott that there was no way she would risk his safely.

Scott had been relieved at her words but couldn't help but feel a little responsible for the kid's hurt reaction at the rejection – Kayo had stalked off rather quickly and it had fallen to Scott to let Berrenger down gently – but now he realised that maybe he should have been firmer in the rejection. He wasn't saying no indefinitely, after all, just not for the next…20 years maybe.

Scott had no idea how the kid had gotten hold of his car and he knew that Kayo would be having words – right before she eviscerated the rest of his security team. He sighed again as Berrenger, attempting to run from one wheel to the other whilst crouched, tripped over his own feet and sprawled on the floor in front of him.

As he hit the deck Brandon came face to face with a pair of highly polished black Oxford brogues. He looked up from the floor to see The Boss standing over him…and he gulped. This was not the impression that he wanted to give!

'M-M-Mr Tracy! I'm so sorry!'

Brandon sprang to his feet, causing Scott to rock back slightly to avoid the kid knocking him over.

'Mr Berrenger.'

'Mr Tracy! I – I came to pick you up!'

'Thank you. But why are you here?'

'I want you to see that I can be responsible enough to be on your team!'

Scott stared at him for a moment, sighed again and pulled his phone out of his jacket just as it rang. He smiled at Kayo's name and answered. Her holo, usually steady due to their advanced tech, was a little shaky, and Scott just knew the kind of speed she'd be travelling at.

'Kayo. Is everything alright?'

'No. Some idiota has stolen the car, but I'm almost there.'

'The car is here. With Berrenger.'

The expletives she spouted made Scott grin but had Brandon flushing red.

'Stay there, both of you! I am five minutes out. And Berrenger?'

'Yes, Ma'am?'

'You and I will be having words.'

But before she could say more there was a 'pop-pop-pop', followed closely by the distinct sound of a body hitting the floor.

Kayo put her foot down.

'Pop-pop-pop.'

And Brandon reacted before Scott did. He leapt at his Boss, knocking the man sideways and onto the ground.

The sound stopped as suddenly as it started, fading with the throaty roar of a car. Brandon looked up and around before deciding that the threat was passed and looking back down at Scott. At his boss.

Blood draining from his face, Brandon took in Scott's state. His suit was no longer pristine but as Scott tried to turn over it was the cut on his temple and the pallor of his face that had Brendon panicking.

Helping Scott up and slinging his boss's arm over his shoulder, he staggered under the weight while Scott attempted – and failed – to get his feet under him, and then Brandon bundled him into the back, and set off with a wheelspin, throwing over his shoulder a "hang on Boss, I'll get you to the hospital!" Scott just grunted in response, his head spinning. All coherent thought had fled as he blinked in an effort to clear away the pain and the blood running into his eye. All he could think about was that his suit was ruined…again.

Neither noticed that Brandon had left Scott's briefcase and overcoat behind.

Kayo screeched to a halt at the pickup point. She hadn't been in time to see Brandon leave, but the sound of the shots coupled with the fact that neither Scott or Brandon was here had her worried.

And then she spied Scott's briefcase and coat. She got out of the car to investigate only to see a little blood on the floor nearby. She hit her comm.

'John – we have a problem?'

'Kayo? What's up?'

'Scott's missing.'

'Missing? I thought you were picking him up?'

'Well, bloody Brandon Berrenger got to him first.'

'Brandon? He's harmless.'

'All I know, John, is that I was talking to Scott telling him I was on my way but then I hear a 'pop-pop-pop' sound. I just arrived and neither are here. And John…there's blood on the floor and Scott's briefcase and coat are here.'

'Wait – what are you saying?'

'I'm saying Scott's been kidnapped. By Berrenger.'

There was a stunned silence before John's fingers began to fly, tracing the trackers that were built into all of Scott's suits.

'Got him. Sending you the details.'

'John – does Berrenger have a comm unit that I can see and talk to him on?'

'He does. Patching you through.'

'Thank you.'

There was a pause before John gave her the nod – the comm was open.

'BERRENGER!'

Brandon swore and the car swerved violently before he could pull it back on track. Scott, barely conscious, almost slid from the seat, trying to brace against the seat in front and failing, falling onto his side and half onto the floor. Brandon briefly looked over his shoulder before looking back at the miniature image of Kayo on the dash.

'Berrenger, what the hell are you doing?'

'I – I – I…S – S - Scott…'

'You need to stop. If you bring Scott back now we will work this out and I promise we'll not press charges.'

'P-p-press ch-ch-charges?'

'Yes. For kidnapping Scott.'

Brandon gulped and his eyes flew wide.

And without thinking he put his foot down, speeding past the hospital and on through the city, barely noticing where he was going as he left the city behind.