A/N: What? No reviews for the last chapter? pouts That makes me sad. Does that mean that you hate this? Should I stop? Is it really that bad? (I didn't think it was, but then again, I wrote it.)

On a side note: This just occurred to me the other day; Rich is really his last name, isn't it? Although, you can't really tell from the movie. I meant to watch it a while back to see if they actually say 'Rich', but I never got the chance to...I think they just refer to him as Captain. And we don't hear the names of half of the flight crew, either (I found 'Stephanie's' name by putting on the captions). So I'm taking a little...oh, what do you call it?...Writer's freedom(?) and using Rich as his first name. Don't like it? Too bad...

After the passengers were served, Elias and I wheeled the cart back to the galley. While he took care of the cart, I grabbed two cups, filling one with coffee and a teaspoon of sugar and the other with tea and a little milk...just the way Lars likes his coffee and Rich likes his tea.

Picking up the two cups, I walked up the aisle to the flight deck, pausing only once to let a woman get past me to go to the lavatory. When I reached the door to the deck, I leaned my back against it and used the heel of my shoe to knock a certain knock, letting them know that it was me. After knocking, I pushed myself away from the door and turned slightly to keep an eye on the passengers and the door at the same time.

Several seconds later, the door opened to reveal Rich, who smiled at me, letting me in, and closing the door behind me.

"Hello, Captain," I said softly.

"Hello, Love," he replied just as softly, then leaned down and kissed me briefly.

"Tea?" I asked a little louder, offering him the cup.

"Thank you," he said, taking the cup out of my hand.

Lars turned in his seat to look back at me and I took a few steps towards him, Rich right behind me, taking a drink of his tea.

"Guten Tag, Lars," I said in German. "Wie geht's?"

"Guten Tag, Jo," he answered. "Ich bin gut. Und du?"

"Eh, so-so," I responded. "Kaffee?" I held the cup out to him, which he took.

"Danke," he said with a nod.

"Bitte schon," I grinned.

The German Lars and I used to communicate with each other was very elementary, but that's because I only had a few years in high school, back in the day, so my knowledge of forming sentences wasn't the greatest.

"What have you been up to since we last flew together?" I asked him in English.

"Nothing new for me, but my wife had found a new job," he replied, his German accent thick.

"Really? That's great. What does she do now?"

"She's an assistant to a baker in our town."

"Ah, so she's going to attempt to fatten you up now with all those sweet goods," I laughed.

He chuckled. "I certainly hope not."

I grinned, then turned back to my husband.

"Well, I should get back out there. Already pissed off one guy," I said, looking up at him.

He had just taken another drink of his tea and almost spit it back out when I said that.

"What did you do this time, Jo?" he asked, swallowing the tea, and setting the cup down next to his seat.

"There was a little turbulence, and Elias nudged the cart into me, when I went to give some snob in business his drink," I smirked evilly.

"Just hope he doesn't complain," he smirked back, resting his forehead against mine for a moment.

"If he does complain, it wouldn't be because of me," I said, then lowered my voice. "Elias sort of tried to hit on him."

Rich pulled his head back and raised an eyebrow.

"Don't worry. The guy's so absorbed in himself, he'll probably forget about it when we land," I reassured him, bringing my hand up to his cheek.

"I hope you're right. For your own sake," he responded, kissing my palm.

I grinned, then lowered my hand.

"Auf Wiedersehen, Lars," I said, turning back to him slightly.

"Tschuss, Jo," he replied, then turned back around to fly.

Rich walked to the door with me, then paused before opening it, facing me.

"Are you all right?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, I'm fine. My mind is on my work," I answered, just as quietly.

He searched my eyes; he probably figured that in the back of my mind I was thinking of James (because I was), but it wasn't enough to interfere with my duties.

"Okay. Take it easy, though," he finally said, pulling me into a hug, which I returned.

"I will. I always do," I replied, in his ear.

When we pulled apart, Rich leaned down and kissed me again...longer this time. After our kiss, Rich opened the door for me and I went back to the passengers.

Since this flight was only going to Germany, it was a relatively short flight...well, shorter than most of the flights we've been on to other parts of the world.

There were no major problems for the rest of the flight, which I was thankful for. Latricia had a small problem, but I stepped in and it was solved quickly.

Rich and Lars turned on the 'fasten seatbelts' signs as they started descending. Latricia and I walked the aisles, again, making sure electronics were off and belts were fastened.

On the ground in Berlin, the passengers deboarded, and Latricia and I headed to the crew quarters to get our bags. When we got them, we joined the rest of the crew as they deboarded also. Latricia and I were always the last two flight attendants off the plane, since we'd both been in the airline business the longest and we had seniority; after us was Rich and Lars.

Once we made it through all the security stuff and out into the main lobby of the airport, Latricia went off to hail a cab and head to her hotel (she had her three days planned full of sightseeing) and Lars' wife was waiting for him at the entrance. Rich and I waved to them as they walked out of the airport together. I then looked around for Dave and Bridgette, but heard Bridgette before I saw her.

"Rich! Jo!" I heard Bridgette from our left.

I looked over at Rich, since he was on my right, who rolled his eyes with a small grin, then looked back to Bridgette. She and Dave waved at us, so I waved back, and we started walking towards them.

Bridgette was about my height (maybe an inch or two shorter), but had a smaller frame than I. She had dark blue eyes with sliver trimmed glasses and light brown, shoulder length hair. Dave was almost her complete opposite: he was tall, about a whole head taller than me, with light blue eyes, and short, blonde hair; he was built like a football player (American football)...since he played for our college and in high school, I believe.

When we were close enough to them, Bridgette came up to me and gathered me into a rib-breaking hug. I saw Rich and Dave shake hands in a brotherly fashion.

"Hi, Bridgette," I squeaked out as she hugged me.

"Hey, Jo. How've you been?" she asked, releasing me.

"I'm good, I'm good. And you?"

"Same," she smiled.

Bridgette had one of those smiles that was so kind, it just made you want to smile...which is what I ended up doing.

Dave came over to me then, and gave me a hug. His hug was very gentle compared to Bridgette's, but then again, he could probably kill me if he hugged me the way she did.

"How was your flight?" he asked, pulling away.

"It was all right. Just the normal occasional troublemaker," I replied.

"Did you dump a drink on someone again?"

"Me? No, of course not," I said, grinning, every word dripping with sarcasm.

"You're terrible," he said, grinning.

"I know."

After our little reunion, Dave and Bridgette lead us out to their car, which happened to be just a few yards away from the entrance to the airport. Dave opened the trunk and Rich put his and my bag in. Bridgette and Dave got into the front of the car, while Rich and I got in the back. After Rich and I were buckled, he took my hand, rubbing the back; I smiled at him, then leaned against him as I looked out the window.

"So how far away from the airport do you guys live?" I asked up to our friends.

"About twenty minutes. We have a house just outside Berlin," Bridgette answered, turning her head to look back at us.

I nodded, then went back to looking out the window. After several minutes, though, I couldn't stare out of the window anymore...it gave me a fairly large headache. Closing my eyes, I brought a hand to my forehead.

"Jo, you okay?" Rich asked softly.

"Yeah, just got a headache," I replied, lowering my hand.

I felt Rich kiss the top of my head.

Not too long after my headache started, Dave pulled the car up to a small, yet cozy-looking, two-story home. The four of us got out of the car, then Dave opened the trunk so Rich and I could get our things, while Bridgette went towards the house. Once we got our bags, Rich and I followed Dave into the house. As I stepped inside, I was surprised; the house looked small from the outside, but was very open inside.

Bridgette walked into the hall from the far end.

"Sorry I darted off there. I wanted to make sure dinner didn't burn," she said, pointing over her shoulder to where I assume the kitchen was.

"Oh, that reminds me. We brought you some wine from England. As a 'thank you' for housing us for the next few days," I said, pulling the bottle out of my bag, and handing it to Bridgette.

"Thank you, guys," she said, reading the label. "It'll go great with dinner." She then looked over to Dave. "Could you show them where they'll be staying, while I finish dinner, hun?"

"Sure," Dave replied, grinning at his wife, then turned to us. "Come on. We have a spare room we're going to put you in."

"You make it sound as if we're animals," I said, smirking, as he led us upstairs.

"Well, you two could be...but that's really none of my business," he said, grinning again, stopping in front of the second door on the right.

I heard Rich chuckle from behind me, while I felt a blush rise to my cheeks.

"I have no comment to that," I mumbled.

"Just come on down to the kitchen when your ready and we'll show you the rest of the house," he said, opening the door to our room for us. "Oh, the kitchen is at the end of the small hall at the end of the stairs."

"Okay, thanks, Dave," Rich said.

Dave nodded, then left us to go back downstairs.

Rich and I walked into the room (closing the door behind us), tossing our bags near the end of the bed. I sat down on the bed, then fell back onto my back, closing my eyes, and bringing my hands up to my forehead again...I hadn't even bothered to take off my coat and shoes yet.

I felt the mattress shift and knew that Rich had sat next to me. Opening my eyes, I saw that Rich was indeed next to me, but he was lying at my side. I took my hands away from my forehead and turned my head to look at him.

"Still have a headache?" he asked softly, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

"Yeah. It feels like my head is in a vice," I answered.

"Did you take any medicine?" he asked, putting his cool fingers on my forehead.

"No. Haven't really had the time to root around in my bag for some Advil."

Rich took his hand off my head as he sat up from the bed and I groaned since his hand was actually helping dull the pain. He leaned over me to reach down and grab my bag, pulling it up onto the bed.

"Find the Advil and take it," he said.

"What if I don't?"

"Then you're going to suffer," he whispered, lowering his head so that it hovered mere centimeters above mine.

"You're cruel," I whispered back.

"You're damn right, Love."

"Ooh, and feisty," I grinned.

"Just take the medicine. Please," he said, lifting his head with a worried look.

"All right...but you have to get off me."

Rich grinned, then lifted his body off of me.

I sat up, taking off my coat, and toeing off my shoes. Digging through my bag, I found the little container of medicine I carry with me, and took out an Advil...taking a bottle of water out of my bag as well. I took the pill, then looked over at Rich, who was changing out of his pilot uniform and into normal clothes.

"Happy?" I asked.

"Yes, thank you," he replied, then stood in front of me, and while buttoning his shirt, leaned down to kiss me.

I pulled a sweater and a pair of cotton cargo pants out of my bag, then changed into them. While Rich was digging through his bag for...something, I walked to the other side of the room and looked out the window. They had a decent sized backyard (bigger than ours, anyway) and a great view across a small park.

"Rich," I called to him softly, getting his attention as I looked away from the window.

He looked up from his bag and came over, standing behind me.

"It's snowing," I said, softly, looking back out the window.

Rich wrapped his right arm around my waist, while his left arm looped around my shoulders, pulling me into him. He rested his chin on my right shoulder...and was probably thinking the same thing I was: James.

I stood there, holding onto Rich's arms, and watched the snow fall before I turned in his arms, wrapping mine around him.

My headache wasn't helping me out at all...I felt depressed, like my head was going to explode, and my stomach was now hurting...felt like shit, basically.

After a few minutes, I pulled back from Rich. He looked down at me with concern.

"Something else is wrong now, isn't it?" he asked.

"My stomach hurts a little, but that might just be because I'm hungry," I replied...which could have been the reason. I hadn't eaten since breakfast and now it was dinnertime.

"Then let's go join Dave and Bridgette for dinner," he said.

I nodded, then we let go of each other and headed downstairs, following the hall to the kitchen, where Dave and Bridgette were sitting at a small, round table.

A/N: Well, there you go, another chapter down. More will be on the way.

Oh, and my German isn't too good, so if in future chapters I screw something up, just kindly leave the correction in a review or send me a message. Thanks!

...And reviews would be appreciated. They feed the happiness bug in my brain...