SO SO SO SO SORRY

about the mistakes I made!! I was writing late at night and apperently had no idea what I was writing! I was in the showering thinking about it and it was like WHAM! It hit me!

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be arriving at our destination in Boston about 30 minutes late this evening. Sorry for the delay." The pilot finished his announcements and left Erica to seethe.

"Damn it all!" She put her head back, trying to relax. And was losing the battle. She was scared as hell about Kate. How was she handling all of this? Kate hadn't called her, which is what she does when she didn't want Erica to worry. And that meant there was something to worry about. Throw in the annoying kid kicking the back of her chair, and she was in for a hell of another 30 minutes.

"Knock it off kid." She said sternly as she turned to face him. A chubby little boy clutching a cup of soda stared back.

"Says who? You're not the boss of me!" He accentuated the words with more kicks. Erica had enough, there was no way she was going to take anymore crap out of him.

"Stop." She gave him a piercing look, one so cold that it proved to stop grown men in their tracks. When referred to by friends who knew the whole family, it was the Switzer Stare. But everyone knew she and Kate did it the best.

The boy stopped, trying to act like he stopped because it got boring. Erica turned back around, satisfied with her work.

XXX

Kate was at the airport, annoyed. She had been there for awhile and the flight was delayed. So she was just sitting in the waiting area. Boring. As. Hell.

"Haha, not very patient are we, luv?" Kate jolted out of her restless phase. What in the world? She turned to see a grinning Nigel sitting next to her. Damn, she hadn't even noticed him!

"What are you doing here?" she blurted. He shrugged.

"Oh, a number of reasons. Nothing else to do probably tops the list, though." Grinning the whole time. Of course he was happy, she seemed happy to see him when he half expected to get kicked out of the airport. Kate raised an eyebrow.

"So you decided to wait at the airport with me?"

He just shrugged again. She sat back in her seat. No more arguing, she was just too tired. Besides, it was nice to have someone to sit with. Soon she let her thoughts go back to everything else, especially the letters.

"Are you ok, Kate?" Nigel had been watching her, and she looked worried again.

"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking."

"About what?"

"Nothing, really. Just stuff." She went back to staring out the window, not wanting to make eye contact. She couldn't lie to his face. But Nigel tugged her back to facing him.

"Hey, what's wrong? Seriously, luv, I'm worried. You can tell me." She felt him staring in her eyes, and for a moment she was paralyzed. Ah crap. She has to tell him. She opened her mouth slowly, choosing her words.

"Well...I've been getting some letters. From this guy named John Anderson."

"Wait, wasn't that the guy you asked me about a few days ago?"

"Yeah. You see, they seem...I don't know...stalkerish."

"You mean this guy is stalking you?! Why didn't you-"

"No, no, he's not stalking me! But the letters that he writes are all flirty and everything. And I don't even know who he is!"

"How long as he been writing to you?" His voice was hard and steely. Kate looked down.

"About a month." She mumbled.

Nigel was in shock. She had just told him now, after he had been writing to her for a month?!

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Now it was her turn to shrug.

"Cause I didn't want anyone to worry."

His mind was screaming. What else was he supposed to do?

Kate's mind was racing too. She knew he'd freak, but not this much. Maybe she should have told him earlier. She would have if she knew he cared so much. Nigel spoke slowly and seriously.

"We need to tell the police, or at least Woody and Dr. Macy."

"No. Really, Nigel, this guy doesn't sound serious. And all of his letters are from an address in California! What can he do if he's 3000 miles away?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm-"

"Nigel, I'm fine! You're just-"

"No, you're not fine! Listen to me-"

"No! You listen to me! You-"

The fighting would have escalated if not for the yell from across the room.

"KATE!" Kate swung around in her seat to see Erica running towards her. Smiling, she got up and ran too.

"Erica!" They reached each other and hugged like it was the last time they'd ever get to. When they pulled apart, the first order of business was interrogation.

"How've been? What the hell happened?" Erica asked. Kate told her the story, and the reunited sister's hugged again. With that out of the way, they could get unto lighter subjects.

"I love what you've done with your hair!"

"Have you lost weight?"

Erica was almost an exact replica of Kate, but with recently dyed brown hair. There were differences in their facial structures, but not much. Kate and Erica walked back to the chairs, where Nigel was introduced.

"Erica, this is Nigel Townsend. He's the criminologist at the morgue. He's helped a lot over the past few days." Kate smiled. Erica stuck out her hand and Nigel shook it.

"Pleasure." he said.

When Nigel looked away to look for a clock, Erica raised an eyebrow at Kate and bobbed her head at Nigel. Kate just made a face as if that was crazy. Erica just rolled her eyes. She knew her sister enough to tell that there was something going on.