Blast Zone

Chapter 9

October moved on and became November. The Tracy's were back on their Island with their machines underground. Naomi went back to work with a new determination. Alan and Gordon noticed the distance that had formed between their older brothers and their closest family friend. So both tried their hardest to get the four adults talking again. Alan invited Naomi to every Track Meet he could. The times when Scott, John or Virgil were sitting with Naomi in the stands were bad times. If Naomi didn't know their secret, there would be talking. There would be laughing. There would be screaming and yelling when Alan won, or came close to, an event. Now there was just uncomfortable silence and a small amount of clapping. Gordon decided to invite the FBI agent to the Island for Thanksgiving, but she gratefully declined the invitation. She had said that she was going to Cimarron for Thanksgiving and spending the weekend with her Uncle and his wife. And there was nothing Alan and Gordon could do about it. Alan had overheard Naomi and Scott arguing with each other. He had overheard her tell him that the only reason she was there was because it was for Alan. Because this time she was going to keep her promise to him and to Gordon. Among other things. It seemed whatever the Terrible Twosome tried to do failed. And it was bumming them out. Of course, time moved on and suddenly it was the beginning of December. And things were about to change.

Gordon was walking through the hallways of his father's company's headquarters. The building was only part of the impressive New York Skyline, yet Gordon couldn't feel anything less than sorrow. He knew Naomi had every reason to be mad at him and his family. And he knew that she had every reason not to be. He knew that she cared deeply for his brothers and for him. He knew that Scott was basically her brother. He knew that she cared for John like the little brother she once had. He knew that Naomi was head over heels for Virgil. He knew that she practically raised Alan after Lucy Tracy died. He knew that Naomi was someone he could confined in with all his emotions; she being around the same age as he was when she lost her mum. But he also knew that she didn't know how to process what she knew. Gordon just hoped that she could figure the problem out soon. He hated his brothers being apart from their best friend. He hated seeing Naomi losing her family all over again. Gordon hoped it would all end soon. Gordon was so lost in thought that he bumped into an employee.

"Sorry, didn't see you," Gordon muttered.

"Oh don't worry little Gordy, no one will for a long time," A familiar voice told the second youngest Tracy. And suddenly, Gordon's world went black.

Jeff Tracy was working on some International Rescue paperwork in his New York office when the email came through. He opened it, confused by the address (it was unknown to him) and the subject of the email. A video started to play.

"If you want to see your son again, do as we say. We'll be sending you more videos on the hour with our requests. Get in touch with that FBI Agent you have under your thumb. Do as we say and you may get your son back home," A monotone video said. It was the same monotone voice as the one from the video Naomi had shown them back in the hospital. Jeff was worried. Scott was in Thunderbird 5, doing his last rotation for the year. And both Virgil (who was still on bed rest for another few days) and John were back on the island with Kyrano, Ohana, Tin Tin and Brains. That left his youngest two; Gordon and Alan. Gordon was in New York with him, checking on a few projects in the aquanatical division and collect a few packages to take back to the island. Alan was still at Warton's for another week before leaving for Christmas break. Warton's was supposed to have the top notch security. And the principal hadn't called about Alan being missing. Jeff turned on his phone and called Gordon. Gordons's phone was answered but it wasn't Gordon who answered.

"I thought I told you to get in touch with the FBI Agent not you son?" The Monotone voice answered

"My son has her number," Jeff told the voice, trying to style out the hole that he might have fallen into. He didn't want Gordon to get hurt because of him. Not again.

"I'm not so sure about that Mr Tracy. Not according to the September issue of The Maze," The voice said "I'm pretty sure your older sons have contact with the Agent Naomi Winchester," Jeff sighed.

"My older sons and Agent Winchester are not talking to each other at this moment. Only Gordon and my other son could get in contact with her and not get ignored,"

"Well call your other son to get in touch with her. I'll see you in 47 minutes Mr Tracy," The call ended and Jeff was left in the silence of his office. The first thing he did was contact his Sectary Annabeth Peterson.

"Annabeth," He said, slightly stressed out

"Yes Mr Tracy,"

"Call John and Virgil. Tell them that Gordon is missing. Do not call the police,"

"Of course Mr Tracy. What about Alan and Scott?"

"Scott will get the message from Virgil and John. I'm calling Alan. Hopefully he can get in touch with Naomi Winchester," Annabeth disconnected and Jeff brought up Alan's number on his phone. He pushed dial.

Alan was walking to his dorm with a couple of his friends when his phone started ringing. The Caller ID showed that it was his dad. Alan frowned. His Dad would never call at this time.

"Are you going to pick it up?" Bob asked. Alan nodded.

"I'll catch up with you guys later," Alan said, answering his call.

"Hey Dad,"

"Alan, Virgil and John are going to come pick you up from school. Gordon's been kidnapped,"

"What!?"

"I know. But you need to get in contact with Naomi. The kidnappers specifically asked for her,"

"Okay. Do you know how long we have?"

"I'm not sure. I'll see you soon Alan,"

"See you soon Dad. I love you,"

"I love you too Sprout,"

"Dad!" The call ended. Alan opened up his contact book and found Naomi. He pressed dial.

Naomi was working on some paperwork when her phone rang. She didn't bother looking at her caller ID.

"Go for Winchester,"

"Hey Naomi, its Alan,"

"Hey Alan. What are you calling for?" Naomi smiled at the sound of the youngest Tracy's voice. Even though it had a slight hint of worry.

"Well Dad said to call you. Apparently the kidnappers want you specifically,"

"What a minute, back up. What kidnappers?"

"Gordon has been kidnapped,"

"Okay, I'm going to put you on hold, I'll be right back," Naomi told Alan "Solace!"

"Yeah Captain?"

"I want you to get in contact with NYC CJC for me. Tell them that Agent Naomi Winchester is taking point on a case – it's a matter of life and death if they don't let me have jurisdiction also tell them to discreetly get in contact with Jeff Tracy or his secretary,"

"Okay Captain,"

"And Flaggon," Naomi's team mate looked up "Tell Agent Simmons I'm going to New York. I'll call with more details later,"

"Sure thing Winchester," Naomi grabbed her leather jacket and bag and walked out of her office.

"Alan, you still there?"

"Yep,"

"Tell me what you know about your brother's kidnapping,"

"Well all I know is that Gordon is missing and the kidnappers asked for you specifically,"

"Thanks Alan. Tell you dad that I'm on the next fight out of DC. I'll see you soon,"

>hm2T