A/N: Happy New Year!! Hope everyone's holidays have been awesome! Sorry for the delay.

Sighing, I attempted to get up so I could at least sit on the cot and not the floor. When I stood, I put some weight on my right ankle just to see if it would hold me. I could stand, but when I went to take a step, pain shot through it, so I sat back on the cot.

"So Lars, where are we headed?" I asked since I knew he started descending.

"We are setting down in Goose Bay, Newfoundland," he replied. "It was the only place close by that would allow us to land."

"I see."

I sat on the cot for a few more minutes before Rich came back in, carrying a bag of ice. He came over, handing me the ice.

"Jeez, Rich. I don't need ice. I just shouldn't walk on it for a few minutes," I said, but took the ice from him anyway.

"Just put it on, please," he said, sitting down next to me.

"I didn't say I wouldn't, I just said it wasn't necessary."

Bringing my foot up onto the cot next to me, I put the ice on my ankle, taking a sharp intake of breath as I did so. Rich opened his mouth to say something, but I put my hand over his mouth to prevent him from saying it.

"I'm fine. It's just cold," I smirked, then took my hand away from his mouth.

He caught my hand in his, then bringing his other hand up to hold it, massaged my palm with his thumbs.

"Ice is supposed to be cold," he said with that damn, sexy smirk of his.

"I'm aware of that, but these pants aren't all that thick," I continued smirking.

Rich lowered our hands, then swooped in and kissed me.

Just as our lips met, there was a knock at the flight deck door. We both pulled back and looked at the door, then back to each other simultaneously. Rich got off the cot (after letting go of my hand) and went to see who was there.

"It's Carson," he said to both Lars and I as he looked at the monitor on the other side of the door.

Still trying to keep the fact that Rich and I were married away from passengers, Carson included, I took off my other shoe and pulled my feet up onto the cot as I moved to the end, closest to the door. I closed the door, but didn't latch it. I wanted to hear what Carson had to say...just didn't want to be seen.

Once I was hidden, I heard Rich open the door.

"Mr. Carson, is something else wrong now?" Rich asked.

I heard the door close rather swiftly and wondered if Carson closed it.

"I have a message from Pratt," he said. It sounded like he was taking charge.

"What does she want?"

"Fifty million dollars. Transferred into that account," Carson replied as I heard the rustle of paper. "Or they blow up the plane."

"'They'?" Rich asked after a small pause.

"She has an accomplice on board. She won't say who it is. But...that's who's holding the detonator. They want the plane deboarded on the tarmac, passengers first, then the crew. And they want a G3, fueled and waiting."

"So all that searching for the little girl was just a..." Rich started, saying it more to himself than Carson, but Carson cut him off.

"She's disturbed. Christ sake she used her husband's coffin to get the explosives on board. And as for the little girl? I don't know. Maybe she killed them both."

I brought a hand up to cover my mouth to prevent any sound from escaping. Something about this new situation didn't sound right. Miss Pratt didn't seem like the kind of woman to randomly blow up a plane...but what the hell would I know about that.

As I thought on that, images of James kept popping into my head.

Maybe it was a bad idea for Rich and I to travel together this time...I would like to see my son grow up...

There was a long pause before Rich spoke again. "I want to speak to her."

"She doesn't want that," Carson said very quickly. "She was explicit on that point. No approaches by any member of the crew."

Was Carson up to something...? How could Pratt pull all of this off?

I also wondered if Lars was hearing any of this.

"Now, listen...Listen."

I could only assume that Rich was thinking deeply on this and not looking at Carson.

"I don't get the feeling she wants to hurt anyone. I've never heard of a hijacker letting passengers deboard before. My recommendation is that you ask the airline to wire the money. Notify me when the transfer's been made. Okay? Let's let her keep thinking she's in control. We'll land, we'll get everyone deboarded, then we take her down," Carson explained, his voice significantly lower now. I had to strain to hear him.

There was another long pause.

"Very well," Rich finally said, quietly.

"All right," Carson said.

I heard footsteps, then the opening and closing of the door. Opening the door wider and sliding my feet down to the floor, I stood and carefully took a few steps towards Rich. He was leaning his back against the door, eyes closed, and a hand on his forehead.

"Rich..." I said softly, getting his attention.

"Jo," he said opening his eyes and dropping his hand, slightly surprised that I was standing. He pushed himself off the door and stepped towards me.

"I'm fine, Rich. Are you all right?" I asked.

"What do you think of all this?" he countered after a sigh.

"With what? What Carson just said?"

"Yes."

I thought about it for a moment.

"I don't know. I honestly don't think Pratt could pull this off by herself or even with an accomplice. We've both spoken with her and, I don't know about you, but I don't think she killed anyone," I said, hobbling a few more steps to him. "Wanna hear my recommendation?" I asked him, putting my hand on his hip.

"Yes, please," he replied, putting his own hand on my arm.

"Play along. Do what Carson said; contact the airline and everything...I want to be able to go home and see our son," I said the last part very quietly and increased the pressure on Rich's hip as I did so.

Rich's hand (that was on my arm) moved around my shoulders, while his other arm came up around my waist, pulling me tightly against him and kissing my forehead.

"All right. I'll contact the airline," he said against my hair. "We'll make it home to James."

I pulled back enough from Rich to look up at him, then tilted my head up to kiss him.

"Okay...I'm going to help Latricia out for the rest of the flight. Make it look like I've been doing my job the whole time," I half-grinned.

"Is your ankle all right now?" he asked.

"Yeah, it hurts a little bit. I'll be fine, though," I replied.

Rich reluctantly released me, then I went over to the cot to grab my shoes. After putting them on, I limped over to Rich, and after a kiss, I left the flight deck.

As I walked back to the galley, I checked for seatbelts since...well, I knew how to fly. And the fact that the announcement to put on the seatbelts and all that good stuff came on.

Once in the galley, I drank another cup of water, and was joined by Latricia.

"Jo, where've you been?" she asked, as I moved out of her way.

"With Rich. We were fixing the lights and stopping the oxygen from flowing," I replied. No point in telling her anything else that happened.

"You're limping. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just twisted my ankle...these damn shoes and jumping down from the attic don't combine well."

She laughed. "Well, as long as you're all right." She then stepped closer to me, lowering her voice a little. "Do you know where we're landing?"

"We're over Newfoundland and we're going to be setting down in Goose Bay," I responded, just as quietly.

"No New York yet then, huh?"

"No, not yet," I sighed.

Latricia had no idea how much I wanted to go home.

She and I then took our seats along with all the other flight attendants. I heard a lot of confusion coming from the passengers...obviously this place was not New York, which was the main reason for their confusion.

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