A/N: Okay. I hoped you all liked that chapter! If you didn't, well this is my first fic so bear with me as I go along. I also realized that my summary was cut off. But don't worry, you'll catch up as you continue reading. I also apologize for the late update, but for some reason, my computer wasn't co-operating. Not that it ever does.

(P.S. You'll notice that in the first chapter, the first half was with Artemis, and the second half had to do with Anna. As the story progresses, I will be switching between the two characters every paragraph or so.)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Artemis Fowl trademarks, stories, or characters. Please do not sue me.

This is my therapy...

Chapter Two: En Route

En Route to Dublin Airport

Present Day

Artemis and Butler were on their way to Dublin Airport in no time at all. Just after Artemis had made the decision to embark on the journey. They were just going with one difference. Juliet wouldn't be joining them for a few days as she had been called to the United States to join in an All-Star Wrestling match. Of course she couldn't pass that up now could she? So Artemis and Butler were on their own. For the moment anyway. Juliet probably would be in the U.S. a maximum of four days, give or take.

They arrived at the airport without major incident. Butler parked the vehicle in the long-term area and they climbed out of the car. They hadn't brought a lot of luggage. Just the basic equipment that they would need and some field attire. Even though Artemis hated it, he couldn't very well go tramping around in the jungles of India in his Armani suits. That would be a complete disaster. Not to mention costly. And even though they thought they hadn't brought a lot, they still needed a luggage trolley that the airline provided. Once their luggage was safely taken(although Artemis highly doubted that the airline took good care of other people's luggage) and they had their tickets, they went to the departing lounge and sat down.

"How long will the flight take?" Butler asked, folding his recent copy of Guns and Ammo into his carry-on bag.

"About five hours," Artemis replied, not looking up from his lap-top's screen.

That was Artemis, all right. Never leaving his computer for more than a few minutes.

After what seemed like forever, but was only about twenty minutes, the flight leaving Dublin airport destined for Bombay, India, was called. In simultaneous movements, Artemis and Butler stood up and made their way to the departure gate. It was actually a busy flight, there was a large number of people behind them and in front of them in the line-up. All the while they were standing there, Butler's eyes were flitting, this way and that. He highly doubted that there would be an assassin in the well armed, highly secure airport. But you never know.

After walking through the ticket counter, down the little folding hallway, and after greeting the pilot, they were sitting comfortable in their seats. Unfortunately, because of the short notice, the two of them weren't able to book first-class seating, and as such had to sit in second class. At least the seats were spacious enough. Artemis and Butler were sitting by the window, as the center aisle had room for three people to sit, whereas the outer aisles beside the windows sat two people. The plane, to Artemis' observation, appeared to be booked fully.

"We're lucky we got a seat at all," he said under his breath. They were lucky in fact, as the next departing flight was the week after the desired time.

After a few minutes, two more came aboard, walking along Artemis' side of the aisle, as the other was blocked due to the older couple attempting, with the stewardess' help, to put their luggage in the overhead stowaway cabinet. Artemis was just making sure his seatbelt was fastened when he heard the quite unusual accent. He looked up to find it's source. He blushed, ever so slightly, as he say the owner. Butler was about to comment to him about the weather, as he had been looking out the window, when he saw his young employer color. If any passerby had saw Artemis, they would have thought the coloring was normal. But not Butler. He had been with Artemis long enough to know that he was blushing.

"What are you blushing for?" He asked. No reply, so Butler followed Artemis' gaze.

"I don't see what...oh," he said, and Butler was also lost for words as his eyes fixed on, not the owner of the accent, but the person travelling with the owner.

Anna walked down the carpeted aisle of the plane, well aware that there was more than one testosterone filled glance at her. She attempted to ignore it. She thought she did quite well. Mac was in front of her, waiting patiently as an elderly gentleman moved slowly in the path in front of her.

"We should have booked this flight earlier," Anna said, a gentle rebuke in her voice.

"Well we didn't know until about five hours ago where we were going did we?" Mac retorted, a playful tone in her voice. Anna was still standing when she noticed the abnormally pale young man staring at her. Not that it was unusual for a man to stare at her, it was just something. And she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Artemis just couldn't stop staring at her. And she had already noticed him. This was becoming very awkward. Especially for him.

Anna was starting to get annoyed. She had sat down and listened as the pilot greeted them and informed them that the plane was starting to taxi down the runway. But what was annoying her was the fact that she was sitting directly across from the man who had been staring at her before. Mac had the inside seat and was sitting with her eyes passing over everyone she could see, so therefore, she wasn't blocking the (mostly) unwelcome gazes that were directed at Anna. It's not that the person wasn't attractive, Anna thought. By far he was one of the better looking ones actually. Anna didn't get many of those. It was just that most men who approached her didn't give any indication that they had any brains in their heads. It became annoying after a while.

Artemis just had to know what her accent was. Something quite unusual. It sounded like an Irish/ Egyptian/ East Indian combination. That would explain her skin-tone somewhat. He thought he heard her companion call her 'Anna'. ' It suits her ' he thought, as he stole another glance at her. Artemis had no idea that he was actually methodically memorizing her image, as his brain was on auto-pilot. In his mind's eye he could see the black hair that hung almost down past her waist. He also noted her skin color was actually unusually pale, despite the fact that she obviously had Egyptian/East Indian roots. He hadn't seen her whole face, but from what he had glanced at, it was very hard not to gaze at. But Artemis wanted to see her eye-color. That was something that Artemis often looked at first when meeting someone. He assumed that her eyes would be hazel, or even dark-brown. But his breathe was stolen away when she looked at him when she sat down. Her eyes weren't what he had assumed, actually incredibly the opposite. Instead of brown eyes, he was looking into a pair of silver ones. That in itself was unusual. But what made them even more unique was the fact that there were flecks of blue and green in them. Not enough to change the iris color itself, but enough that they were very noticeable.

Anna cleared her throat. The man was beginning to make her uncomfortable. She was used to being glanced at, but this one was just plain old staring her in the face.

"Can I help you with something?" she asked politely, her accent barely betraying her ethnic background.

Artemis blinked. Quite unusual I must say. Butler had made it a point not to glance up at the girl or her escort as the woman accompanying the younger girl had already caught him staring. He preferred to remain as un-embarrassed as possible. But now, even though he was intent on reading his magazine, he couldn't help but give Artemis' elbow a small nudge. That brought him back. He proceeded with his question as though nothing had happened. He almost pulled it off, but Anna isn't stupid either.

"Yes," he said, clearing his throat, "I was just pondering your accent. It seems to me that, even though a trace of Irish can be heard, as no doubt you live here, but do I also detect a small hint of both Egyptian and East Indian? I assume that you have some connection both of those countries, otherwise you most likely would not be on this flight. I do hope I'm not intruding on your personal life?"

Now it was Anna's turn to blink. This one was smarter than the rest. He was, in fact, the only one who had accurately described her what her accent sounded like. And had perfectly described her ethnic background. Most unusual, she thought. And even more interesting was how she was to reply.

"Why, yes that is most correct. I am surprised, you are the first to accurately describe my accent. Most other individuals think I am from Asia. Stupidly in my opinion."

"I agree, Miss..." Artemis trailed off, obviously waiting for her to state her name. However, she was not so easily fooled. She never had liked giving her real name, and as such had developed a false identity some years ago. Actually it was the same identity her mother had often used when traveling with her husband.

"O'Riley. Dr. Anna O'Riley," Anna stated, waiting to see that if this man, who clearly was smarter than most, would not question her age in relation to the doctor part.

"Dr. O'Riley," he said, reaching out his hand to shake hers.

"I am Paul Jonse," he said, after shaking her hand, the lie flowing easily off his tongue.

"Ah," she remarked, "well its a pleasure to meet you Mr. Jonse."

"The feeling is mutual," Artemis replied.

And so, for the remainder of the flight, they talked, neither one thinking that maybe, the person sitting across from the other, might have been lying. They simply enjoyed the other's company, as neither Anna nor Artemis had met someone whose intellectual capacity was equal to themselves. But then, they didn't really know that much about the other. Mainly because when asked, smooth lies were provided from both individuals.

It would have also been interesting to know that, across the rows, and down a few, was another person, who shall we say, was very interested in both of them. But of course, said person didn't have the young adults' best interests in mind.

A/N: Well, I hoped you all enjoyed that chapter! And as always: Review Review Review! And if you guys don't, I might update and then again I might not!

Sayonara!