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Wednesday, July 3, 2068, 3:30 p.m., Tracy Island

Jeff looked up as he heard Dianne's sigh. She was sitting on a nearby couch, a medical supply catalogue in her hands, thumbing through the pages distractedly. Jeff went back to his computer screen, reading the latest projections for the new fiscal year at Tracy Industries.

There was a moment where the only sound was the turning of pages, then Dianne sighed again.

"You miss them, too?" Jeff asked without looking up.

Dianne snorted a laugh. "Am I that transparent?"

He glanced over at her and smiled. "Yes. You are. And for the record, I agree. It is too quiet around here. In the past that would mean that Gordon was concocting some particularly inspired bit of mischief. but he and Brandon have been busy teaching our new recruits how to dive."

"I'd almost appreciate a good prank at this point," Dianne commented wryly. "Almost."

It was Jeff's turn to laugh. "So would I." He sat back and gestured to the catalog in her hand. "What are you looking for in there?"

"Some new equipment," she replied.

He frowned a bit. "Why? The infirmary is up-to-date, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is." Dianne rose and leaned on the front of his desk. "And Thunderbird Seven's okay, too. I think that the sickbay on Thunderbird Two could use a bit of upgrading, but I was wondering about Thunderbird Five's med bay. When was the last time it was upgraded?"

Jeff's eyebrows went up as his eyes widened in surprise. He nodded. "You have a point there, love. I don't think we've done any upgrading on the med bay up there. The computers and communications, yes. Even the living quarters and the entertainment systems have been enhanced. But not the med bay." He leaned back farther and tapped a stylus on his chin. "What would you want to put in there?"

She came around to him and opened the catalogue. "Here. It's a scanner bed much like what we have in the surgeries, but more advanced. And when plugged into our communications array, it would give us real-time information on a sick operative."

"Should the operative make it to the med bay in the first place," Jeff reminded her.

"True. That's where these come in." She flipped over a few pages and pointed. "These are sensors that can be put in each room to monitor vital signs of anyone in there. They're being used extensively in geriatric settings to help caretakers keep a medical eye on older patients. With these installed, we'd know if someone was sick or hurt on the station."

Jeff scrutinized the pages. "So far it all sounds good." He glanced up at her. "Get me some more information on this, and I'll talk it over with Brains." He gave her a sly smile. "Are you willing to go up to Five and calibrate the sensors?"

She raised an eyebrow and made a rueful face. "I told you and the boys a long time ago; I don't do space."

"You may have to someday, Di," he warned her, putting a hand over hers. "I'd rather you be prepared for it."

Sighing again, she nodded. "I know."

"This is the perfect time to train. The kids aren't here to distract." He squeezed her hand, then reached out to pull her into his lap. "Please. I'll talk to John about training you, starting next week. Okay?"

"I need to set a date for taking Elise out to New Hampshire," she reminded him. "Some time when Scott is available, and the sooner, the better."

"Okay." Jeff pulled up the family schedule. "John is going shopping this Saturday with some of the new recruits. How about the weekend of the 14th? It will give you a week of training with John and Scott, then give Scott a bit of a break. You could visit your mother for a day or so afterward, if you like. I know that the kids won't be ready to come home then, and besides, I'd rather be in on picking them up myself." He looked over at her questioningly. "Will that work?"

"Barring rescues, it should," Dianne replied. "Pencil it in. I'll just have to figure out some way to keep Elise from going stir crazy until then."

"I'm sure you'll come up with something." He tightened his arms around her waist as she leaned against him, her arms around his neck. His hands began to roam, sliding up under her shirt, and she gently nibbled his ear with her lips.

"Shall we take this discussion elsewhere?" she murmured huskily.

"That sounds like a good idea..."




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