Disclaimer: I don't own anything, save for the basic plot. And my created characters, I guess. (God, I wished I owned Hans Grüber!)

A/N: I noticed that there's only one story about Die Hard (it's good, by the way - read it), so I figured I'd write another. Here goes…

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Decorated evergreens in every corner. Mistletoe every quarter inch. Paper-chains hanging from the ceiling. It was clearly Christmastime. And the last place Adelaide Ricci expected to be spending it was in an airport.

"I can't believe Grigori arranged all this," she commented to her best friend, Julia Lampart.

"Yes," she replied. "Apparently he can do it, as a pilot." Adelaide nodded and took another sip from her alcoholic beverage.

The small New York airport had been closed, only for the pilot, Grigori Campbell, and his friends for a Christmas party. Since there were only thirty or so people on the same business trip, they had agreed to stay at the airport for awhile, then fly back to Los Angeles, via Grigori's private jet.

"More champagne, Adelaide?" questioned Grigori, walking around with a bottle.

"I'd love some, thank you," she replied, holding up her near-empty glass. "This party's really great. I'm glad I have people to spend Christmas with."

"I know it's been hard…breaking up with Tom."

"That's one way of putting it – I'd call it dumping me."

Grigori nodded supportively. "Well, I just want you to know that I'm here for you. We all are."

Adelaide smiled. "Thanks again, Grigori. That means a lot to me."

The party continued, and there were festive, holiday songs playing from one of the guests' stereo. Adelaide danced to 'Jingle Bell Rock' with Julia, as Grigori watched her from a distance.

"You like her, don't ya, mate?" teased Grigori's friend, Mike O'Malley.

"What?" said Grigori, perplexed by his remark. "No I don't."

Mike punched him in the arm. "Ah, you do, too. I can see it in your eyes."

"Oh, piss off, Mike."

"Hey, listen – if you don't make a move, I will."

"Fine," Grigori said, pushing past his friend, and strode over to Adelaide. "Care to dance?"

"Oh, I'd love to," Adelaide replied, as 'Carol of the Bells' started playing. She put down her drink and placed her arms around Grigori's shoulders. "I'm really having a great time, Grigori." She gazed into his deep, chestnut eyes.

"I'm glad," he replied, looking back at her nervously.

Suddenly, the doors at the front of the airport started rattling. "Probably some punk-ass kids, trying to blaze up," Grigori said. "Get lost!" The noise stopped and the people continued their conversations. Until the breaking of glass was heard. Everyone screamed as a dozen or so men came bursting into the room.

"This airport was supposed to be empty," hissed one of them, apparently the leader. He looked around disapprovingly.

"Gut können wir das lösen," grinned one, holding up his machine gun, as the others laughed.

"What did he say, Addie?" whispered Julia.

"My German isn't that great, but I think he said 'we can solve that'," she replied, shuddering.

"Oh, God, they're gonna kill us," panicked Julia. "We're gonna die. They're gonna shoot us."

"Be quiet," Adelaide warned. "They can't kill thirty people and get away with it." Still, twelve men armed with guns couldn't walk into a room without causing a commotion. People were still screaming and huddling together.

"Cease your infernal racket!" ordered the leader, shooting the roof. "We are not going to hurt you if you listen to our demands."

Everyone felt the urge to scream, but didn't.

"Now, we are going to proceed with our business, and you will stay in this room, and not make a sound."

All but one man disappeared. The others looked quite shaken up, save for Adelaide, who stood up instantly.

"Where're you going?" questioned Mike.

"To see what exactly their business is," she replied.

"Are you completely mad!?" Mike exclaimed. "You'll get yourself killed, you will."

"Maybe," she said. "But then you'll know for sure if they're dangerous, and can call someone. Here." She handed Mike her cellphone. "If anything's up, call the police." With that, she walked off.

"She said 'if'," noted Mike. "That's a good sign…"

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A/N: How's it so far? Oh, and the 'German' part is not, by far, actual German, though I am learning it. But then again, neither is the German in the Die Hard script, so hey…