A/N: Nope, still don't own it.

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As soon as I got the passenger another seat of headphones (since his would 'only play in one ear', as he put it), the seatbelt signs were turned off by Rich and Lars.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience. The captain has turned off the seatbelt sign. You are now free to move about the cabin," one of the flight attendants said over the PA system, then repeated it in German, as usual.

There were many phrases of 'finally' and 'thank God' as people got up and many headed to the restrooms.

I wanted to get out of the way of people rushing to get in line for the restrooms, so I headed back to the galley in between the business and coach classes, where there were no bathrooms. I stepped out of the galley to pick up a woman's pillow a few rows up in business that had fallen to the floor, then when I turned to go back into the galley, Stephanie was there, holding a slip of paper. Rich then walked into the galley, followed by Miss Pratt. I stood in the entryway to the galley and listened...it had to be about Miss Pratt's daughter. Rich glanced at me as he took the paper from Stephanie.

"This is from Kaiser Wilhelm Hospital on Hochstrasse. That's where your husband was pronounced dead. Is that correct?" Rich asked slowly, gently, looking at Miss Pratt.

"Yes," Miss Pratt answered, quietly.

"Your daughter was also taken there," Rich continued.

Carson walked into the galley and stood on the far side of the plane. Looking around the corner more, I saw Latricia and Fiona on the other side of the plane also, standing in the entryway, just like me.

"No. She wasn't there when it happened. She was with the nanny."

"Miss Pratt, according to the director at the morgue there, your daughter, Julia, died of internal injuries at 2:36 PM," Rich paused briefly, and I swallowed visibly again.

To loose both her husband and daughter...? God, if that were to happen to me, I'd find a hole, crawl in it, and never come out. At that thought, I felt my throat tighten and my eyes start to burn a little.

"He took her with him off the roof. Didn't he?" Rich continued, taking slow steps closer to Miss Pratt, who backed up.

"No, Julia wasn't even there. She was at the park. She was at the park. She wasn't even there," Miss Pratt rambled.

I didn't stick around to hear how that conversation ended. My eyesight was starting to blur and I was beginning to feel sick, so I high-tailed it out of there, and down to the galley in between business and first class.

I really wanted to have my son in my arms...and not just my son, but Rich as well.

Leaning my hands against the counter, I closed my eyes tight, and rested my forehead against the cabinet above my head. I felt the silent tears run down my cheeks, but let them slide...and damn anyone who saw me; I didn't care! It felt like my knees were going to give out, but I locked them in place so I didn't fall.

After a minute or so of standing there, I heard familiar footsteps.

"Jo?" Rich asked, as I heard him walk into the galley and stand at my side, putting a hand on my back.

Turning my head to the side, I just looked at Rich, the tears still falling down my face. As I looked at him, I saw there was moisture around the edges of his own eyes (more than normal, anyway).

"Rich..." I squeaked, just barely audible.

"God, Jo," he said, removing his hand from my back to wipe away the tears off my cheeks. "Come on."

I followed Rich through first class to the flight deck. No one gave us odd looks or stopped us as we passed by since everyone was desperate to get into the restrooms or stretch.

Once on the deck, Lars looked back at us, then, seeing the look on my face, ignored us.

Rich unbuttoned his jacket, then pulled me to him, wrapping me in his jacket as well. My arms instantly looped around him, gripping his back, as I buried my head in his shoulder and cried. His arms held onto me tightly and I felt him tilt his head against mine. His hands ran up and down my back, occasionally resting on the back of my head.

Without any warning to me, my legs gave out, but Rich had such a tight hold on me, I didn't collapse. He had to have felt it happen, though, since he was now holding all my weight.

After another moment, Rich shifted his arms: one going behind my shoulders and one behind my knees. He picked me up and carried me over to the cot we sat on earlier. Lifting my head from his shoulder, he set me onto the cot, then sat next to me, pulling me back into him.

My weeping lessened after a few minutes, so I pulled my head back to look at Rich. He opened his mouth to say something, but the service phone rang again. Lars answered, then looked over to us, indicating that someone was asking for Rich. He looked back at me, and I nodded my head in the direction of Lars and the phone. He got up, but very reluctantly, and took the phone from Lars after sniffling and clearing his throat.

While he was speaking, I laid down on the cot, using my sleeve to wipe at my face. I closed my eyes and got control of my breathing. When I opened my eyes again, Rich was standing next to the cot. I shifted over (keeping my feet off the cot to keep it clean) and he sat back down.

"Everything okay?" I squeaked out, then cleared my throat.

"For right now it is," he replied, putting his hand on the side of my face, running his thumb over my cheek. "A therapist just asked to talk to Pratt."

I nodded and we were both silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Rich," I sniffed.

"For what?" he asked, softly.

"This breakdown," I answered with a strangled chuckle. "I-I just thought about Pratt's situation too much, and how I would just find a hole to live in if something happened to you and James."

"Jo, nothing is going to happen to me or James."

"I know, but I just couldn't help thinking."

I sat up as Rich gave me a lopsided grin. Taking his hand away from my face, he slid it to the back of my neck and leaned in to kiss me. When we pulled apart, I looked at Rich's shoulder where my head was; it was a little damp from my tears.

"Sorry about your shirt," I smirked, reaching up to touch his shoulder.

"It's fine. It's not as if you vomited on me."

I chuckled, remembering a time about two years ago when James was sick and Rich, wearing his uniform, carried him up to his room. On the way, James had thrown up on him, and he didn't have enough time to change...he flew with a spot on his shirt.

"That's true," I smiled. "I better get back out there and help Latricia. I feel like I'm slacking off being in here."

"You don't have to," he whispered, straight-faced, resting his forehead against mine, and nuzzling my nose with his own.

"I should. I have to do something, anyway, or else my mind will wander again," I replied, closing my eyes.

"All right, fine, but if you need to, just come back," he instructed, moving his head back after another kiss.

"I will," I said, standing from the cot. "See you soon, Captain."

"Soon indeed, Love," he replied, also standing.

I grinned at him, then headed for the door. Rich went to his seat next to Lars to give him a break.

"Jo?" Lars said to me before I opened the door.

"Yes, Lars," I turned back to him.

"Kaffee, bitte?"

"Ah, naturlich. Ich, uh...Ich...forget it. I'll be right back," I said, giving up trying to figure out the German.

Lars laughed a little as he handed me his cup from before. I took it from him, then left the flight deck, heading back to the galley for the coffee. Latricia was in the galley, also getting a cup of coffee.

"Hey, Jo...you all right?" she asked, probably noticing that my eyes were still red and puffy.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just vented a little," I responded.

I filled Lars' cup and put the teaspoon of sugar in it. I told Latricia that I would be back to help her in a minute or so after delivering the coffee. After walking to the flight deck, I knocked on the door, and this time Lars opened the door. He asked if I wanted to come back in, but told him that I needed to help Latricia. Handing him the coffee, I turned and went back to watch the call button chart in the galley.

As soon as I walked into the galley to check the chart, a button went off in business, so I wandered to the passenger to see what he wanted; he just wanted a can of Coca-Cola, which I easily got for him.

When I walked back into the galley, Latricia and Fiona were in there. Latricia was leaning against the wall, while Fiona was getting some hot tea. I stood with Latricia against the wall after Fiona left.

After about two minutes of us standing there, the overhead breathing masks dropped from the ceilings. I furrowed my brow at Latricia...it didn't make any sense; there was no change in pressure in the cabin.

Former pilot, remember? Of course I could tell if something wasn't right.