The airport was buzzing. They made it to their gate with little to no problems but Elena was still wound tighter than a coiled spring. It was that stupid note. She never should have written it in the first place. When she left it had been safe tucked in her pocket but now she couldn't find it. If Nate found it he would absolutely freak. Now she was reduced to pacing back and forth in the crowded waiting area cell phone attached to her ear trying to desperately get a hold of Nate and explain herself.

"C'mon, Nate. Pick up the phone," she said. It rang and rang and rang but no answer. She was met instead with a familiar message.

"Hi, you've reached Nathan Drake. Sorry I can't come to the phone right now. If you're calling about a job leave your name and number and I'll try to get back to you. If not, wait for the beep, you know what to do."

The voicemail beeped and Elena sighed sadly.

"Hey, Nate. It's Elena, again. Look, I don't know what's going on with you but if you found my note you have to know I never meant for to see it. I was just frustrated so I wrote it all down to get it out of my system. I really need to talk to you, please, just call me back. K, bye."

She closed the phone and looked at the screen. She'd been trying to reach him all afternoon but he wasn't answering his phone. Her new cameraman had been idly watching her from his position in one of the waiting chairs. Next to him her own chair was being saved by his camera bag. When she made to dial again he stood up and confiscated her phone.

"Give it a rest, Elena," he said.

Crossing her arms she gave him a dangerous look.

"Phone, Ryan, hand it over," she said no give in her voice.

He sighed, "There's just no reasoning with you."

He placed the phone into her upturned palm and resumed his position sitting and watching her pace. She flipped open the phone and dialed again only to listen to Nate's voicemail message for the thousandth time. Sighing she closed the phone ending the call then reopened it and dialed the apartment phone. As she dialed the number a voice came over the P.A. system.

"Flight 116 to New York is now boarding seating two passengers. Seating two passengers please gather your carry-ons and boarding passes and proceed to the gate. Thank-you."

Ryan stood up and slung his camera bag over his shoulder. Elena was too busy pacing and listening to her own voice on the apartment's answering machine to notice. He prodded her in the shoulder.

"That's our call, Elena," he said.

She gave him the 'one-minute' finger and went back to the phone. The answering machine beeped giving her the cue to speak.

"Hey, Nate," she started. "I couldn't reach you on your cell so I thought I'd try the home phone but you aren't answering here either. Just please, please call me back when you get this."

She closed the phone and slid it into her pocket. Ryan was giving her an annoyed look and tapping his foot impatiently. Ignoring him she gathered her own things and headed for the boarding line. He just gaped open-mouthed after her. She turned around and gave him an odd look.

"What are you waiting for? C'mon," she said waving him forward.

He just shook his head and hurried after her. Sometimes he wondered if it was her goal in life to make him look foolish. She'd never let on that one of her small pleasures in life was making men look foolish. She did it all the time to Nate. But as she walked up to the boarding mind her feet shifted to autopilot because her mind had other things to worry about. She didn't even notice Ryan talking to her.

"Elena, are you even listening to me?" he asked frustrated.

Snapping out of her head space Elena looked at him, "Oh, sorry, I just have a lot on my mind right now. What were you saying?"

"I said I can't believe we're still riding coach even though you have your own show."

"It's just a cable show on Discovery," Elena said. "It's not like we're main stream."

"Yeah, but still..."

Elena shook her head and laughed as the stepped up to board. After handing the stewardess their boarding passes they walked down the ramp and onto the plane. While Ryan stowed his bag Elena took the window seat and pulled out her phone again. With and exasperated sigh Ryan sat down beside her.

"Trying yet again to contact the illusive Drake," Ryan quipped.

"Ryan, shut up, okay?"

Elena waited another twenty minutes before trying again. The stewardess came over the P.A. announcing the doors had been closed and all electronic devices were to be shut off at this time but Elena didn't hear. Ryan elbowed her trying to get her attention but she ignored him. She instead proceeded to leave Nate another voicemail message.

"Hey, you still aren't answering and we're about to take off so I'll call you when I get to New York. Bye."

While she was leaving the message a stewardess came down the aisle and saw her.

"Ma'am the doors have been closed and we're preparing to taxi to the runway. We need you to turn off the cell phone," she said politely.

"Right, sorry."

Elena quickly turned off her phone and tucked it into her pocket. It was going to be a long flight especially if Ryan decided to start giving her crap about Nate. Leaning her head against the wall she sighed and looked out the window wondering to herself when did her life become so goddamn complicated?