Jane drummed lightly on the arm of her seat. She didn't see why she had to leave New York to work on the investigation. She sighed, but if it would find Eddie, she'd travel the four-corners of the world.

"We are now entering San Francisco Gate 509. It is 2:10 pm, and the skies are clear and gorgeous. Thank you for flying Continental Airlines flight 140, enjoy your stay in California!"

Jane smiled politely at the stewardess who saw her off the plane. Struggling to see through the crowd of people, she bumped into someone. A large, burly man with a white mustache beamed at her.

"Jane Goodall? I'm Officer Hanley, we spoke on the phone?" Jane nodded. "Jane, I have a suspect who may know the whereabouts of Mr. Alden." Jane nodded, not trusting her voice.

"Take me to him," Jane said softly. Officer Hanley and Jane worked their way through the crowds, and came to a door labeled Private.

"Just a moment," Officer Hanley disappeared into the office, and spoke with the suspect. Jane caught phrases of, "—Here to speak with you…Send her in?" Officer Hanley poked his head out. "Jane? He's ready to talk."

Jane straightened her blouse. This had better get me somewhere, she mumbled to herself, stepping into the darkened room. She was told the suspect wanted to remain unknown, so the room was dark. She stumbled into a chair and faced the silhouette.

"Where is Eddie Alden?" she asked in a low, choking voice.

"With you," the stranger replied in a low, twisted voice.

Jane scowled in the dark. "I don't want any 'he's with me in my heart' crap. I want to know where Eddie is!! Please! I love him, and I can't lose him…not after all we've been through! Please, tell me!" she buried her head in her hands, crying softly.

"Lights" the stranger said. Light flooded the room. Jane felt a warm, familiar hand taking her hands from her face. She looked up, and stifled a cry.

"EDDIE!!" she flung herself forward into his arms. Eddie never felt a better feeling as he stroked her hair.

"I love you, Jane. I'm never going to leave you for anything. Not even if it's an undercover job for Diane."

Jane wiped her eyes. "a what?" Eddie smiled the smile that always make her go weak in the knees.

"I'll tell you later, but now…" he pressed his lips to hers. "Lets go home."

Jane Goodall and Eddie Alden walked arm in arm to the NY Terminal, call back a thank you to Officer Hanley, and even though it meant 5 more hours of jet-lag, Jane could care less, because all she felt was the reassuring warmth of Eddie's hand in hers.