"Hey, ladies," a voice said as a man dropped into the seat next to Jaime at one of the bars in London Heathrow Terminal Five.

"Uh, hi, random person we don't know," Jaime said before she downed the last of her mimosa. This should be interesting.

"I'm Stewart and this is my buddy, Mike. We saw you over here by yourselves and decided to come say 'hello' to some fellow Americans," Stewart told them.

"We're not by ourselves, we're sitting here with each other and you had no way to know that we're American," Gaila pointed out.

"True," Stewart said. "Maybe we just wanted to talk to the pretty girls at the bar."

"We're not gonna give you our numbers," Gaila sighed. Both men gave her a look. "Don't play innocent. It's why you came over here. We'll save you the trouble and you can try your luck with someone else before your flight leaves."

"What makes you think we're after something?" Mike asked. He seemed okay but this Stewart guy gave Jaime the creeps.

"Your friend keeps flashing his fake Rolex like money's gonna win us over," Gaila told the man.

"Fake?" Stewart asked. "This is the real thing."

"Yea and I'm blonde," Gaila quipped. "Look, it's a good fake but it's still a fake. That's not all, your suit, while expensive, is ill-fitted. Meaning it's not yours or you didn't have the money to get it tailored. Same goes for your shoes, they haven't been taken care of properly. If you were talking to anyone else, you'd probably get away with it. But I'm so into clothes that it's not even funny and my friend here is a bona-fide genius. Now, while we aren't money hungry gold diggers, we do like authenticity. As a matter of fact, most girls want guys to just be real... this fake thing is just annoying. My advice is to go with things in your price bracket and take care of them. Oh, and get your suits tailored."

"That it?" Stewart asked.

"Don't assume that just because you don't see a ring that a woman is single, especially at the airport. A lot of people take their rings off before they fly," Jaime said, adding to what Gaila told them.

"It was a nice attempt, though," Gaila smiled. "But your time with us is up."

"Why's that?" Mike asked.

"Because our guys are back," Jaime smiled, paid for her and Gaila's drinks and grabbed her friend's hand before they both walked away.

"Everything okay?" Sam asked.

"Fine," Jaime smiled at her brother. "We were just having a chat. Are we checked in?"

"Business class," Sam chuckled. She glared at John.

"Don't look at me," John said. "My parents must've done it. I'd wager that it was mum because the extra bags were covered too."

"How rich are you?" Gaila asked… a whole two weeks after they expected her to.

"Rich enough. Don't ask him that again," Jaime said.

"It's okay, Jim," John smiled.

"No, it's rude," she sighed.

"I didn't mean to offend, Jaime. It's just… all the hotels and travel and fancy dinners and shopping. We had to have spent tens of thousands of dollars. While you and Sam may have some money, you don't have it like that. Which means that John or his folks picked up a big part of the tab. Given what I've seen of his parent's house, I know he's from money. So much money that his parents just spent thousands of dollars on his girlfriend, her brother and their friend to fly international in business class," Gaila said.

"Sorry, I'm still a bit touchy about it," Jaime told her friend.

"It's okay. I know you've never been about money. Your parent's did a good job on that front... I've seen it," Gaila smiled. "Besides, mo money, mo problems."

"Did you really just go Notorious B.I.G. on us?" John asked.

"You know who Biggie is?" Gaila gave him a look as they grabbed some seats in the lounge.

"I'm British, not dead," John chuckled.

"I didn't mean… it's just…" Gaila laughed.

"You think that because I like classical music that I don't also enjoy rap and rock," John said. "I know you've seen Jim's playlist, do you honestly think I haven't?"

"Jimmy's mix in all it's eighties and nineties rap glory," Sam chuckled.

"There is a bunch of stuff in that mix, thank you very much, Sammy. Besides, it's your fault," Jaime reminded her brother. Like a lot of young girls, she fell into some of the pop stuff but her brother, bless him, hooked her on a mix of older music before she went full pop princess. She was more inclined to jam to the Beastie Boys than whatever was popular at the moment.

The older Kirk chuckled, "You're welcome."

"What are you doing?" John asked with a yawn as he watched her hands fly over her tablet. Jaime only managed about three hours of sleep on the flight before she gave up and decided to do some work. She checked on Sam and Gaila, who were two rows away from her and John, they were both sound asleep.

"Going over my paperwork for the joint master's/doctoral program," she sighed. "I'm gonna get my bachelor's at the end of the semester and I don't want a gap if I can help it."

"You're going to wear yourself out," he chuckled.

"Not if you give me a reason to go to bed."

"I'll be sure to do that," John smiled. "Is this gonna be too much. Grad school and a job? I know my father talked to you."

"How do you know that?"

"He mentioned he might. I don't know what he's up to."

"Maybe he's not up to anything. You don't want to work for him but you're talking about getting married, which would make me a Harrison. Maybe he figures if he can't have one in the company, he can have the other. As long as I don't have to work for you, I don't really care. A job right out of undergrad is way more than I was expecting, even if it's just as a junior consultant." Shaw emailed her the official proposal right before they got on the plane. It was good when you consider that her real-world work experience was a few internships.

"Maybe you're right."

"I usually am. You think it's something else?"

"I hope not but I never know with him. Just… be careful if you decide to take it."

She smiled, "I'm always careful."

"True," John chuckled from the seat next to her.

"I doubt your dad would do anything to hurt me. I'm not his favorite person but he loves you and hurting me would hurt you, he knows it. If anything, I think he gets me in a way that you don't."

"What's that mean?" John asked.

"He's not from money like you and your mom. He had to work very hard for everything he has. You already know that I don't feel comfortable with you just giving me things or access to money. I think this is his way of letting me contribute: working for the family business, even if it's not my family yet," Jaime said. "You gotta admit, it makes sense."

"This is why you're the genius and I'm just me," he smiled.

"I'm a genius because it's genetic. And you're brilliant."

"You have more faith in me than I do."

"Damn right I do. I've seen some of your work, I know what you can do."

"See," John smiled. "That right there is why I love you."

"I'm very lovable."

"Yes. Yes, you are," he said with a sigh.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," John kissed her hand. "For the first time in a while, nothing's wrong. Which means…"

"Something is bound to happen."

"Yep."

"Well, whatever it is, we'll face it together."

John smiled, "Sounds like a plan."

"DAD!" Jaime called when they got through the gate at the airport.

"Hey, kids," her dad said as he pulled her and George into a hug. Her brother would never admit it but he liked Chris' hugs almost as much as she does. "Have fun?"

"Yes, we did," Sam said before moving so that Gaila and John could greet their dad too. "We have photographic proof."

"I know, Jimmy sent me plenty," their dad smiled. "Come on. Let's get your gear. I'm assuming Red has more stuff than she left with."

"She does," Jaime, John and Sam said in unison.

"I'm not the only one," Gaila pouted.

"True. But the rest of us didn't need three suitcases," Sam pointed out. In addition to the one suitcase they each had, they had to buy Gaila two more while Jaime, Sam and John shared a third. They explained that to Chris.

"Sounds like your mother," their dad chuckled.

"See, I'm in good company," Gaila told them, smugly.

"We can't actually argue that one, can we?" Sam asked.

"Nope, bro," Jaime smiled. "She has a point."

"Is mom home?" Sam asked.

"No," Chris said, "She's in Texas. She should be home tomorrow."

"That woman is more hyperactive than Jaime," Gaila said.

"Where do you think I get it from?" the younger Kirk asked.

"Chris," Sam said.

At the same time, Chris pointed at himself and said, "Me."

"Are we sure you're not an undercover Pike?" Gaila asked.

"We're sure," Jaime shook her head. "Johnny, save me from the craziness."

"Sorry, love, they're your family. You're just gonna have to deal with it," he told her.

"He's not gonna save you from us, kiddo," her dad smiled.

"That's okay," Jamie shrugged. "Staring at his handsome face is enough to get me through."

"I told you, Chris. She went full-on sap," Sam chuckled.

Her dad smiled, "As long as she's happy, everything's right in my world."