You're right, normally you can't use cell phones on planes. On private jets it's a little more accepted and is usually up to the captain or pilot. And not many people tell Sharon Raydor she can't do something :)

Brenda hadn't heard from Griff since he broke into her flat. She used whatever she could think of to get him off of her. It was the closest she'd ever come to…well she talked her way out of it anyway. It took all her training and expertise to also figure out a way to get out of the promised date they had in less than 24 hours. She would have never broached such a task anywhere else but in the CIA you did whatever you had to for the job. If it meant putting your personal judgments aside then so be it.

Shortly before the evening Brenda tried calling and texting him to see if the schedule was still the same. She hoped it wasn't. She needed more time. But still there was no answer.

As she put on her coat to walk to the café, Henry appeared at her door step with a note and single red rose.

He pushed the objects to her and with knowing eyes said, "Mr. Hawthorne sends his regrets."

Brenda took the piece of paper and flower. Flipping open the folded note card she read:

A last minute, unavoidable situation has arisen.

I must , regrettably, postpone our most delicious appointment.

He had signed his full name like he would any other document. His words may have been flourished but his writing was cold and hard just like the man himself. She put the items on the small table by the door and continued into the hallway. Henry still hadn't said anything else but she was sure he knew her home was bugged.

"Would you like to join me for a tea, Henry?" She asked as she locked the door.

By the uncertainty in his eyes, she could see he was conflicted. He knew more than he was letting on and he wanted to tell her something she was sure especially after their encounter on the airplane. But she wouldn't push him. If he wanted to tell her he would.

Henry didn't answer her question as he accompanied her on the elevator to the lobby. He held the door open for her. "I have to get back to the house." He gave her a curt nod and headed in the opposite direction to the car.

The windows were limo tinted but when he opened the driver door the light shined into the car and for a brief second she thought she saw a shadow in the backseat. Turning towards the café she didn't make any indication that she saw anything…if she really did. Was G. R. Hawthorne setting her up?

She didn't hear anything from him the next day either. Her intuition radar was on high alert. He must be making a move and she needed to be there. That's the only way she would be able to take him down.

The private jet landed in London during the early morning hours. Sharon didn't know what time it was. She'd forgotten how disorienting a transcontinental flight and time difference was. But it didn't take long to get her sea legs and get moving.

Pope hadn't liked her taking a personal leave and was quite shocked when she put in for it immediately. But it was granted. Why wouldn't it be? They couldn't afford to lose another leader of Major Crimes at this point.

Sharon let Lila Browning know she had landed and they agreed to meet in Hyde Park later that day. She hoped she wouldn't have to get Lila involved but needed to have a contact in her back pocket in case she did. She'd made a lot of notes on the plane but they'd have to wait. She needed a tea. A hot, soothing tea.

She remembered a small café she frequented on a previous stay in London. It was quite quaint and quiet. She needed the quiet to get her head straight.

Brenda woke later than usual and still groggy. She hadn't been sleeping well especially after he broke into her apartment. And it was very uncomfortable trying to live a normal life when she knew he was watching her at any given time.

The tables had turned. She was now the hunted instead of the hunter.

Dressing in a fashionably expensive suit, she put herself together like any other incredibly wealthy, business woman. The deep red wool suit was fitted for warmth but also for power. It accentuated her curves perfectly and yet didn't make her appear cheap or dowdy.

It didn't take long for her to make her way to the café. This time she didn't go expecting to meet with her mark. Today she just needed a cup of coffee. A very strong cup of coffee…maybe two.

Brenda wasn't sitting at her table more than five minutes before G. R. Hawthorne made his presence. He was dressed in a crisp black suit with a light grey sweater underneath. His dark hair perfectly tossled. She didn't acknowledge him until he approached her table with his drink.

As he sat down she tried to read his body language for any new information but all she saw was the red of his eyes. He apparently wasn't getting much sleep either. Was he spending all his time watching her? But why?

She put on her best smile and charm. "I was disappointed by your note yesterday." She sipped her coffee to hopefully hide any disgust that her face may accidently give away.

He lowered his head. She couldn't tell what he was projecting. Shame? Disappointment? As she was spending more and more time with him she began to realize just how disturbed he was. This was becoming not just a diamond smuggling/murder case. It was much deeper. This man was disturbed more than anyone…almost anyone she'd ever encountered.

Waiting for him to reply she looked up as the bell above the door rang indicating someone had walked in. In a split second her breath hitched and her mouth was void of any moisture. Looking back at Griff, she made sure he hadn't noticed any change in her demeanor. He, thankfully, was staring out the window and into the street.

Brenda couldn't figure out what was going on. Was this some kind of dream or figment of her imagination? Or some sick joke? Maybe she'd been thinking about her so much that she was starting to manifest herself into everyone Brenda saw.

She watched the familiar, tall brunette do a double take upon seeing her. At that moment Griff took Brenda's hand into his. She hoped he couldn't feel her hands shaking. Sharon straightened her back and walked to the counter to order her tea.

Sharon didn't believe in cosmic forces or fate but something brought her to this café today. She had to be careful to not break Brenda's cover. Her heart was beating three times its normal speed as she accepted her coffee and sat quietly at the table behind Griff. He couldn't see her but Brenda Leigh could. She only hoped her presence didn't throw Brenda off her game. Everything in her mind was working at warp speed.

Mindlessly flipping through a local newspaper, Sharon pretended to be any other patron but listened intently on what was going on at the next table. Each time she peaked above the top of the paper, she could see the masked confusion in Brenda's eyes. She knew this man couldn't see it but she could. She knew her too well.

"Dinner this evening. I have a business associate…I'd like for you to meet." Griff was still holding her hand but she didn't hear what he said.

Brenda shook her head. "I'm sorry. What?"

He wrinkled his brow. "I'd like for you to come to dinner tonight. I have an associate in town and perhaps you can make his acquaintance."

"Dinner would be lovely…although I was hoping it would be just the two of us." Tilting her head to the side she bit her lower lip. She knew how to turn on the charm.

She saw him swallow hard. "I'll see if that can be arranged." He winked. Yes, the old charming Griff was back. But his moods turned on a dime. Brenda would never forget how he appeared out of nowhere in her bedroom.

"I'll have Henry fetch you at 8." Griff pressed his lips to the back of her hand then stood up and shrugged into his coat.

Brenda raked her fingernails down the length of her neck and raised her eyebrow. "I can't wait."

Without another word he was gone.

Sharon flopped the paper down on her table but Brenda put a hand up stopping her before she could say anything. Brenda's eyes trailed after G. R. Hawthorne as he walked slowly across the street to his waiting car. He turned back and with the hand she raised to stop Sharon she wiggled her fingers in his direction.

She saw the small smile on his face before he slid into the backseat of the car.

Brenda Leigh picked up her coffee cup and blew on the now tepid liquid. "Don't say anything yet." Brenda said to Sharon from behind her cup. From there he wouldn't be able to see her lips move.

Sharon quickly picked up the "game." Looking down at the paper before her she asked with quiet concern, "what have you gotten yourself into?"

Brenda watched Griff's car pull away and drive off slowly. She knew he was still watching but she was sure he didn't have anyone planted inside the practically empty café. He seemed to be having one of his good days…if you could call any days with him good.

"Why are you here?" Brenda asked Sharon after she was certain Griff was gone.

"I asked you first!"

This isn't really how I wanted them to meet up but I was tired of them not finally meeting again…if that makes sense. Like I've said before, I don't have much control of these characters…yes, weird, but I know some of you know what I mean…I had to take control back with this chapter or it would have gotten too far out of hand and it was for sure headed that way.