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Date: Sunday, February 26, 2068; Time 7 a.m.; Place: Tracy Island

Dianne reached for the vidphone in her sitting room. She was wearing her favorite satin chemise, and only that, and sat with her feet drawn up on the overstuffed chair. She dialed a number she knew very well.

It's 2 in the afternoon on Saturday, she thought as she dialed. He should be finished with lunch and be ready for a surprise call.

The vidphone in New York rang and rang, until finally the automatic answering service picked up. Jeff's face, slightly smiling, appeared and his deep voice rang out.

"You've reached my private penthouse number, but unfortunately, I'm not at home. I'm not here either. Sorry about that. Leave me a message and I will get back to you just as soon as I get in. And if it's you, my sweet Dianne, even sooner. Have a good day!"

Dianne mock-pouted as she left her message. "Now, my love, I thought for certain you'd be at the penthouse just pining away for me. But then, maybe you found a way to get home to me even sooner than I expect you to. That would be a wonderful surprise! In any case, I miss you more than words can say and I'll try back in a few hours. After I shower.... sliding my chemise over my head or maybe dropping it on the floor... or I could take a bubble bath in the Jacuzzi with that jasmine vanilla you like so much... then there's drying off... and choosing my clothes... and putting them on... just a little something for your imagination to work with, dearest. Love you more than life. Bye-bye." She smiled a sultry smile and gave him a tiny wave before she disconnected the call.

She showered (that being the speedier alternative) and dressed and padded out barefoot to get some breakfast. Scott was at the table, reading the sports pages. Kyrano asked her what she would like.

"Two poached eggs on buttered wheat toast and an orange juice, please, Kyrano." The retainer smiled and went to make her breakfast. She poured herself a cup of coffee, added a goodly dollop of her favorite flavored creamer, and sat down at the table.

"Have you heard from your father, Scott?" she asked. "I called a little bit ago and he wasn't at the penthouse. I thought maybe he'd left a message earlier."

Scott didn't even put down his paper. "No, Mom. No message." Dianne looked up as Nikki came into the dining room, looking rather sleepy and confused.

"Am I supposed to come here for meals, or should I prepare my own in my apartment? That wasn't made too clear the other day," she asked bluntly. Dianne smiled and indicated that the young woman should sit next to her.

"Well, that depends on what you'd like to do. If you would like, you can eat your meals either wholly here, or you can eat some meals in your apartment and some here, or you can eat your meals wholly in your apartment. It's up to you. Whatever you do, for lunch and dinner, tell Kyrano if you will be there so he'll make enough. And for breakfast, try and come down before say, 8:30 on regular days so he knows you've eaten. On days where we have rescues, expect to debrief around the table and probably eat your meals at the oddest hours." Dianne smiled as Kyrano brought her breakfast out. He turned to Nikki.

"Ms. Jackson, what would you like for breakfast?"

Nikki was unaccustomed to such service, but she shyly told Kyrano what she wanted. He nodded and left, after pointing out the coffee and tea dispensers on the sideboard.

Scott folded up his paper and smiled at Nikki. "Mom, I think I'll check with the hangar at La Guardia. See if Dad caught a corporate jet out. He might need to be picked up in LA or something."

"Good idea, Scott," Dianne said, swallowing her mouthful of egg and toast. "Check with the security service, too, and see if he went out today. I'm curious where he might have gone."

"Trying to deduce if he bought you a gift?" Scott asked cheekily.

Dianne rolled her eyes. "Go on with you now," she said, making a shooing motion. Scott laughed and headed upstairs.

First, he called Flight Control at the Tracy building, but no one answered. Then the hangar at La Guardia.

"No, Mr. Scott. Mr. Tracy didn't fly out of here today. Though his private helijet was taken up to the helipad this morning." Saul Rabinowitz, the hangar supervisor told him. "I hope he didn't fly out today; there's a nasty blizzard coming our way from the northeast."

"Thanks, Saul. Please let me know if you hear from him."

"Sure thing, Mr. Scott."

Scott sat down and made his last phone call; to the security people to see if Jeff had gone out and about in a limo. No, they said, Mr. Tracy didn't order the limo this morning. The oldest Tracy son sat back in his father's chair and tapped a stylus on his chin. I wonder where he is? I hope he didn't go flying today; that blizzard sounds like bad news. If I don't hear from him in the next couple of hours, maybe I'll check with Alan and see if he can find Dad's telecomm signal.

Post by Tikatu on 01/07/2004

Jeff heartbeat Dianne plain My IR:TNP OTP!

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