Six Degrees of Seperation Isn't Far Enough

by Criminally Charmed

Disclaimer - I do not own Thunderbirds, or Numb3rs.

But I do want to thank all of you for following along with this story. This is a bit of a short epliogue to wrap up this part of the story. I will be taking a bit of time off, then launching a new story. No, not a Gordon story. Although he will have hooked up with someone new it won't be his soulmate. More like a "hi, wanna have movie and breakfast. yes, I know it's seven at night." But staying friends afterwards. Not sure how long the next story will be, as I just starting out lining it.

Now, apparently, Alan said fifteen reviews would get this posted by Monday. Not sure what time it is where you are but it is still Monday in New England. (Cold as freaking Hades but still Monday. Hey, read Dante's Inferno sometimes. He describes I believe the 10th level as icy cold.) Thank you for not giving in to the kid for the twenty. Seriously - the kid wants me hurt? What did I ever do to him?

I just may have to come up with something new and different to do to Alan. The question is...am I up to the challenge?

Hell Yeah.

Epilogue –

Three weeks later.

Kate Eppes sat at her desk in Boston, eyeing the almost unnatural cleanness of the surface top.

"Last day, huh?"

Kate smiled up at Polly Garcia, the technical analyst leaning in the doorway, an overflowing pile of records in her arms.

"So," Kate drawled, "I hear someone likes the researcher who is replacing me."

Polly blushed, the bright red clashing with her newly colored auburn hair. The woman began to frantically look around the room.

"This place looks so – plain," she stuttered.

Shrugging, Kate stood up, closing a file and leaving it on the desktop. "Last official FBI document – my copy of my exit interview. I needed to sign off on it. As for my stuff, it's already boxed up at Tracy Towers."

"Why is it boxed up?" Polly asked.

"So Dad can have the stuff put in it's place, once they paint the office and put in the new rug, plus some furniture I picked out, since Kate was reluctant to pick out furniture appropriate for her position," Scott said from the doorway.

Polly smiled, touching Scott's arm before hugging Kate. "We're going to miss you. And you," she snapped, poking Scott's arm. "You take good care of her, hear me? I may not be the best shot but I can mess up your financials so badly, it will take every accountant your daddy employs to fix it, got me?"

"She's scary," Scott said as Polly stalked off, head held high, determined to do her crying in private.

Kate chuckled. "People do tend to underestimate her."

"So," Scott drawled. "Ready to fly to LA, make your mom happy and plan a wedding? I was thinking of Valentine's Day. It gives your mom plenty of time to work with, is after the holidays, not to mention Virgil and Sarah will be all settled and safely married by then."

"They are getting married in September," Kate said. "It still being August gives plenty of closer dates."

"Well," Scott said, "John and Emily's baby is due in October, so that will be too stressful to plan around. My birthday and Thanksgiving is in November – I'd rather not. December has John and Emily's anniversary and Christmas – oh, and Chanukah. Sorry, Kate – never had to think of that before. Huh, I guess January would be fine, I just thought Valentine's Day would be romantic. But January would be sooner."

"I was thinking more of something before Alan goes back to school," Kate muttered.

Scott chuckled. "Katie, Allie goes back to school in just over two weeks. I mean, the kid is doing great. The therapist Emily recommended is really helping him and Dad emotionally, his sight is just about perfect and Alan passed all the physical tests the doctors – and Dad – insisted on. Emily even gave him the ok for heading back to track. She and Dr. Simone are insisting he drop doing the high jump but he is alright for his other positions."

"I talked to the rabbi at my family's temple," Kate continued, as if Scott hadn't spoken. "There was a wedding scheduled for a week from Sunday, but it got cancelled at the last minute. The bride objected to who else her groom was sleeping with."

"The maid of honor?" Scott asked in amusement.

Shaking her head, Kate gave a fleeting smile. "The bride's mother."

"Could have been worse," Scott mused. "Could have been the bride's father."

Kate nodded absently. "Anyhow, Rabbi Lebowitz said he can marry us then. If you are still alright with being married in a temple."

"Honey," Scott grinned, "I'd marry you in at a mud wrestling tournament. But why do you want to push the date up so soon?"

Kate played with her engagement ring, reluctant to meet Scott's eyes. But the oldest Tracy son stepped forward and raised her chin, forcing his fiancée's eyes to meet his.

"Katie – what is it?"

"I had my full physical before I officially leave the Bureau," Kate started before freezing. Shaking her head, she brightened as she said, "I know – let's stop in Vegas on the way home. We can get married before we go to my family. And – and there is one place in Las Vegas you can get married by an Elvis impersonator. For extra money you can even get a Cher impersonator for the wedding song."

"Katie," Scott said firmly. "What is wrong with you?"

"I don't know if I would call it wrong," Kate murmured. "But -" she sucked in her breath before continuing.

"Remember the night we got engaged?"

Scott smiled. "The barn, the rain, the music, the lights -"

"Us forgetting birth control?" Kate interrupted. When Scott's eyes went wide, Kate nodded.

"I'm pregnant."

FIN