Hello! Thank you again for all of the support! So, again, another hard chapter to write! This might be a little bit more dialogue driven.

Flight 572289

Cal and Gillian were sitting in their seats on the airplane. He was looking all around the plane with wide eyes trying to find someone of interest. When he finally rested his eyes on Gillian he saw that she had her arms crossed tightly across her chest. She was giving him the silent treatment ever since the baggage check-in. He didn't mind the slightest; it was more fun for him anyhow.

He leaned over and whisper so that no one around them could hear. He didn't have to try hard enough; half of the seats were empty. "You know, I never figured you for a tattoo kinda woman. I love that you have a tattoo. It makes perfect sense to me that you have neva looked down on my tattoos. In fact, I think that you think that tattoos are sexy on a man. You probably think that it makes him more…" he took a deep breath in as he tried to find the right word, "… virile. You know, masculine." Blush started to creep up to Gillian's cheeks. "Did Burnsy have tattoos?" He looked closely at her reaction; the corners of her lips moved up. "That was a yes. What about Alec?" She tried to keep her features cool but he saw that she lightly clinched her teeth. "Nope. Did that bother you?" In reaction to him reading her, she turned her head so that she was looking outside the window. "Ah, well you can't hide forev-"

"Excuse me, sir, would you like something to drink? We have soda, water, beer and a small selection of alcohol."

Cal looked at the woman and noticed that she was very pretty. Someone he would have shagged in the bathroom in his younger days. "Thank you…" he looked at her name tag, "Tiffany, but I'm good right now." He turned to Gillian, "Anything for you, Luv?"

She looked past Cal and said, "I would love water with lemon."

She gave them a big smile and said, "I will be out with it shortly." Before she left, she gave Cal a wink. He chose to ignore it.

He turned back to Gillian about to go on with his ranting when she cut him off. "You know she just winked at you. She probably wants to induct you into the 'Mile-High' Club."

He swatted his hand through the air and said nonchalantly, "I have been a proud member long before she was even born. Wha' about you, Luv? How long have you been a member?" When she didn't answer him, he went on to say, "You know, it's very hard to get in it nowadays with all the restrictions and rules, but I think we could get away with it today since there aren't a lot of people aboard. What do ya say, you want to make it official and join the ranks of thousands who have passed through those doors?" She still didn't say anything, though she was fidgeting with her sweater and trying not to look at him. "It might be a tight squeeze and let me just say that I'm not as young as I used to be but we can make it work. All I would have to do is to lean you against the wall while I hold your legs up. I think there are bars on the side so you can hold on to them. I bet I would have you screaming in no time."

"Okay!" She held out her hand to stop his conversation. "I joined when I was 22, alright. And no, I will not be going in there with you." She stole a glance and saw that he was grinning like a fool. "And being cocky doesn't help your situation, either." He was quiet for a couple of minutes. He took a breath to say something when Gillian turned back to him and said, "Save your breath, Cal."

He cocked his head to the side, "How did you know I was going to say something?" She just shook her head as she looked back out the window. "Alright, I won't say anything more about the 'Mile-High' club, I promise." She ignored his pledge. He leaned in closer and said, "You know, Luv, you can't ignore me forever. I can talk your head off and then some. You know me best and you have seen me naked." He caressed her arm with his pointer finger. Gillian turned her head to say something to him when she was distracted by the stewardess.

"Madam, your water with lemon." Tiffany set a bottle of water and a cup of lemons on the tray table in front of Gillian. She turned back to Cal and asked, "Are you sure I can't get you anything?" She emphasized the last word seductively.

He looked up and asked, "Can you point me to where the restrooms are?" Gillian just about choked on her water.

She smiled brightly, "I can show you where they are if you want me to."

"Nah, I wanted to make sure where they were so that I can show my colleague here. I think I will be able to find it from here. Thank you." Cal turned his attention back to Gillian.

Tiffany looked a little crestfallen when she left his side. Gillian rolled her eyes. "I think you just hurt her feelings. See, this is what I mean by you using women."

Cal held his hands up in the air and exclaimed, "She wanted to have sex with me in the bathroom! If anything she was using me!"

Gillian took another swig of water. "Right, you are so stubborn sometimes." She started to dig through her bag when she fished out her iPod. She put the headphones in her ears and got out a magazine. She was ignoring him again.

Cal had to use every bit of his self-control not to roll his eyes. "This bloody woman is going to be the death of me!"

"Damn straight. If you can't handle it then hit the road Jack!" She peered over her magazine looking hopeful.

Cal snatched the magazine down and ripped her headphones from her ears. She looked momentarily affronted but held her chin high when Cal leaned in so close to her ear that she could hear him breath. "There is nothing you can say or do that will make me 'hit the road'. You better get used to it, Luv, because I have tasted honey and I want more."

He leaned back into his seat, fished out a magazine from the seat in front of him and started reading it. Gillian stared at Cal for a couple of seconds and then went back to her iPod and magazine. After about 3 minutes he closed the "Airplane Mechanics" magazine and whispered, "This is going to be a very long flight."

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Hours later, Cal woke up to the sound of the captain's voice on the overhead speaker, "Ladies and Gentlemen, it looks like we will be heading into some turbulence ahead. Please remain in your seats and fasten your seatbelts."

Gillian, who still had her iPod headphones in her ears, took them out and asked, "What did he say?"

Cal sat up in his seat and fastened his seatbelt. "He said to fasten your seatbelt, we are about to hit turbulence." Right as his words came out of his mouth, the plane started to shake.

Gillian fastened her seatbelt and said, "This isn't that bad." However, a couple minutes later, the plane was shaking so hard that it felt like an earthquake. She immediately grabbed Cal's hand out of fear. She was squeezing so tight that his fingers were turning purple, but he didn't dare more his hand. She turned to look at him; she was scared but there was something else in her eyes. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. Her breathing was starting to become heavy and her eyes were watering up. It wasn't until a bad bout of shaking did she finally say something, "Okay, Cal... I... you were... I mean you were ri-" The shaking stopped abruptly.

The captain came back on the loud speaker. "My apologies for that Ladies and Gentlemen. However, I am proud to report that we have clear skies ahead of us. We shall be landing in New York in about two hours."

Cal looked over to Gillian, expecting her to let go of his hand. When she didn't he leaned in and whispered, "Gillian, the turbulence has stopped. Didn't you just hear the captain?"

She nodded and loosened her grip but she didn't let go. She took a long sip from her water bottle. After putting it down, she looked over and realized that she was still holding Cal's hand. She hesitated before letting go. She saw that she left crescent shaped scars on the back of his hand. "Thank you for letting me hold your hand. I get so scared when we hit bad turbulence."

He smiled back at her, "Not a problem, Luv. You can keep holding my hand if you want. It's not going to bite you."

She blushed and softly said, "No you won't. Thank you for your offer, but I can manage from here."

Cal whispered under his breath, "One step forward and two steps back."

Gillian looked at him and asked, "What was that?"

Did he just say that out loud? He needed a distraction, quick. "What was it you were going to say before the turbulence stopped?"

She turned her head so that she was looking outside the window. Her hair swung around her face totally obscuring her features. She stared out into the sky wondering what route to take, the honest path or the lying one. Honest? Lie? Honest? Lie? "I was going to tell you that you were right." She bit her lip. She couldn't go through with it. "It did bother me that Alec never had any tattoos." It was weak but it had to do.

The silence between them was so heavy that it could have choked an ox. He knew exactly what she was going to say and she was about to say it. If he could, he would have punched the pilot. He started to chew the side of his mouth. He had to let it go, she was slowly showing shutting down. He changed the subject. "How much was that check that Ferguson gave us?"

"The amount he promised plus a bonus. I still would not do undercover work, even if they paid us 100 times as much. I don't even know how we were given the roles to begin with."

Cal grabbed her bottle of water and took a sip. "He said that we had chemistry together and that we would be perfect for the roles." So much for changing the subject.

Gillian started to look off into space, "Interesting…"

"He was right, you know."

She shook her brain out of her trance, "Who was right?"

"Ferguson, about us having chemistry. Even Emily notices it; she told me once before." He capped her water bottle and placed it back to where he found it.

"Huh... listen Cal, I'm going to try and get some sleep." She leaned her seat back and closed her eyes.

"Goodnight, Luv." He stared at her sleeping form for quite sometime. He was still confused as to why she didn't want to be with him. After much thought, he finally came to the realization that the look she gave him during the turbulence was filled with fear and laced with longing. Did the two have anything in common or were they separate?

Next chapter, their plane finally lands and Emily is there to greet them!

A/N: So I am thinking maybe 3 more chapters to go! Hopefully next one will be posted by Monday!

Please let me know what you think so far!