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Date: Tuesday, January 31; Time: 10:45 a.m., Place: Tracy Island

Jeff rubbed his temples. He was going over the glowing reports he had sitting before him from his agents all over the world.

How do I pick the right ones? How do I pick the most dedicated, the most trustworthy?

He took up Penelope's report on her mechanic. Kat Williamson? Where have I heard that name before? Oh yes! The New Year's Eve party! Such a tiny thing to be working with such heavy machinery, but if Penny has faith in her.... I'll let Penny know that we'll make arrangements for Kat to come out and see the Island and such.

The problem is with all of our new recruits is that I don't really feel I can tell them about International Rescue until they get here, until I can be sure of them. Still, I don't want a repeat of what happened with Dianne either. It took almost two months to regain her trust after she found out about IR.

He pushed the memory away, but it resurfaced, along with the method he had used to recruit the woman became Tracy family physician, Chief Medical Officer of International Rescue, and eventually, his second wife.

Flashback: January 2066

Jeff Tracy took a deep breath and prepared to dial a phone number he knew well.

I can't believe that we've finally come to this. Finally come to the day that we have to go outside the family for personnel, for help.

He looked over at the pictures of his boys, all in their International Rescue uniforms. Over the past three years portraits of Brains, wearing his own uniform, and of Tin-Tin in her blue coverall, had been added to the line up. His eye lingered on his two engineers, especially on Brains.

He's been such a huge help, such a great resource. But he and Tin-Tin can only do so much. If we can lift some of the burden from him....

He dialed the number.

We'll start with the medical end of things....

"Hello. Andy?" Jeff asked of the graying gentleman who now faced him in the vid phone's screen.

"Jeff! It's been a while! How are you? How are the boys? How about your mother?" Dr. Andrew Carmichael greeted his old friend with pleasure.

"We are doing just fine. The boys are healthy and well, and Mother is, well, herself." Jeff answered with a grin. "How's Maggie? Are the girls doing well?"

"Oh, Maggie is as beautiful and vivacious as ever, Jeff. And Regina just made me a grandfather again!" Dr. Carmichael replied. Then he looked sharply at Jeff. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?"

"Well, I have a favor to ask of you. I'm heading to New York tomorrow and I'm going to stop in L.A. overnight. I'd like to discuss something with you over dinner. Are you free?" Jeff asked.

"Business or pleasure, Jeff? Do I bring Maggie or not?" Dr. Carmichael responded.

"Business, I'm afraid, Andy. Though on my way back from New York I'd like have dinner with both of you. See pictures of that new grandchild." Jeff chuckled.

Dr. Carmichael checked his PDA. "Okay, Jeff. I'm free. Dinner tomorrow night for business. And then later for pleasure. Anything I need to bring with me?"

"Yes, Andy. I'm looking for a new family physician. Brains' engineering workload has increased to the point that I want to take the medical end of things off his plate." Jeff said.

"Okay, Jeff. What exactly are you looking for in a doctor?" Dr. Carmichael took a stylus and picked up his PDA.

"I need someone with degrees and certification in either family medicine or emergency medicine. They have to have at least a private pilot's license and have a medical license through Doctors Without Borders. They have to be fairly fit; I don't want any old codgers, Andy." Jeff enumerated his desires. "I'd prefer them to speak English as a first language, and be unencumbered by family, if possible."

Dr. Carmichael nodded as he put down the qualifications that Jeff had ticked off. "Okay, Jeff. I'll have some names for you when we meet." He looked up at the vid phone again. "Looking forward to seeing you again, you old fox."

Jeff laughed, "Same here, Andy. I'll see you tomorrow night. Till then, goodbye." Jeff cut off the call. He leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers behind his head. Step one taken.

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Dr. Carmichael sat at the reserved table at Reign's, his briefcase by his side, waiting for his friend to show up. He looked up to see the ruggedly handsome features and trim figure of Jeff Tracy striding toward him. He rose with a smile and held out his hand.

"Jeff, it's good to see you! You're looking great!" Dr. Carmichael said as they sat down. A waiter came up and told them about the evening's specials and took their drink orders.

"You're not looking too bad yourself, Andy. I see you're keeping busy between your position at Mercy General and your seat on the board at Doctors Without Borders," Jeff said, grinning. The drinks came quickly and Jeff sipped at his scotch.

"Yes, I'm a busy guy, Jeff. But your call intrigued me. You've never needed anybody beyond Brains before. Is he okay?" Andrew asked with a concerned frown.

Jeff sighed. "Yes, Brains is fine. It's just that he wears so many hats around our place and I think it's beginning to be too much for him. So I'm looking to take the medical responsibilities off of him. With your connections through DWB, I'm turning to you for the perfect doctor."

The waiter took their orders for meals. A light jazz band started playing in the background. Andrew opened his briefcase.

"I have four names for you. I'll admit, none of them have all of the qualifications you're looking for, but I'll go over each of them with you."

"First, I have Dr. Akshay Singh. He's from Calcutta, he's a Sikh, and he holds a degree and certification in family medicine. He's licensed in India and, of course, through DWB. English is not his first language, although he does speak it. He doesn't have a pilot's license and he's on the pudgy side. He doesn't have a wife and kids, if that's what you mean by family." Andrew handed over the data card to Jeff. He slipped it in his PDA.

"Next is Dr. Ian Sinclair, from Great Britain, mainly Scotland. English is his first language, obviously. He's fit. No pilot's license. Certified in emergency medicine and licensed in Great Britain and through DWB. He has two partners, male and female; last I heard they were looking for a place to marry." Again, a data card was put in Jeff's hands.

"Here is Dr. Andrea Walken. She's from Utah, a Mormon, and is certified in family medicine. She's licensed in Utah and through DWB. She's fit, has a private pilot's license and right now is on her two-year missionary service in Chile. She's due back in about 10 months. She's also engaged to marry a fellow Mormon, a widower with six children, when she returns. Strangely enough, German is her first language but she speaks excellent English." Jeff took the data card and looked at it.

Andrew held the last card and sighed. Jeff looked over at him.

"What's the matter, Andy?" he asked.

Andrew took a sip of his cognac, and looked over the data card in his own PDA. His brown eyes met Jeff's blue ones squarely.

"I hesitated to bring this one along. She's got most of the qualifications you've asked for but there's a complication." Andrew paused. "She's my niece."

He looked down at the card and then up at Jeff again. "I want you to realize that if she didn't have the things you were looking for, I wouldn't even mention her name. I am not given to nepotism."

Jeff nodded. "I understand. Tell me the details."

Andrew opened the file. "Dr. Dianne Koch. From South Carolina. Degrees in both family medicine and emergency medicine. Certified in both. Licenses in South Carolina and through DBW. Has a private pilot's license. Is fit, and is a widow with three school-aged children." Andrew looked up. "Oh, and English, with a pronounced southern drawl, is her first language."

Jeff snorted a laugh and put out his hand for the card. The waiter arrived with their meals, and the two men made small talk over the food.

As they were preparing to leave, Andrew shook Jeff's hand again. "Let me know who you decide on, Jeff, no matter who it is."

"I'll do that, Andy. See you and Maggie in a few days." Jeff said as they walked out together, Jeff slipping into a hover limo pulled up to the curb, and Andrew giving his ticket to the valet. Andrew watched as the limo pulled away into traffic.

Jeff looked over the data cards he had, putting each into his PDA to see the readouts on each candidate. I'll hand these over to our security so they can do the background checks. Then we'll see who is left.

Post by Tikatu on 31/05/2004

Jeff heartbeat Dianne plain My IR:TNP OTP!

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