A/N: Sorry for the delay...if anyone actually still reads this. I actually forgot about this story until I scanned my list of stories and I was like 'shit, I could update that one'. LOL.

Since it's been a while: the crew and passengers got off the plane A-OK. The plane blew up and Pratt has her daughter. Everyone is being ushered into the hanger.

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There were tables and benches set up around the perimeter of the hanger, while a spot towards the middle of the back was roped off.

I saw Latricia and Fiona set their bags down at a table in the corner to our left along with Elias, Bill, Lars, and three other attendants. Rich and I walked over to them, setting our own bags on the table. As I set my bag down, I noticed that my hands were shaking...and not only my hands, but I felt my whole body shaking slightly. I wasn't exactly sure why I was shaking, but had an inkling that it was the situation and thoughts swimming around in my head. I held my hand out in front of me, palm down, and watched it shake for a moment before I brought my other hand up and clasped them together.

Before I passed out or my legs gave out, I sat down on the bench, then, resting my elbows on my knees, I put my face in my hands.

Feeling someone sit on my right, I turned my head to see who it was.

"Are you okay, Jo?" Fiona asked.

"I think so, just a little shaken up," I replied, moving a hand to my forehead.

"I think we all are," she motioned to the people around her. "Do you want a drink of something?"

"No, thank you. I'm fine," I mumbled, putting my face back in my hands.

"Okay," she said softly, then got up.

A moment later, I took my hands away from my face and watched them shake again. Rich, who had been standing to my left, sat down, his shoulder and hip coming in contact with my own. I quickly dropped my hands, and looked at him.

Rich reached over and took my left hand. He held onto my wrist as he watched my hand shake for a moment, then lifted his left to take mine. Leaning away from me slightly, he moved his right arm behind my shoulders, pulling me into him.

I rested my head on his shoulder and took deep breaths. I couldn't stop shaking, and not knowing why was pissing me off. Turning my head, I rubbed my face into his shoulder, taking one last deep, shuddering breath and inhaling his scent.

"Jo," he said, then waited until I picked my head up off his shoulder before continuing. "What's wrong?"

"I really don't know. I don't know what I'm thinking about. I don't know why I'm thinking. I don't even know why the bloody hell I'm shaking," I answered, looking down at my hand, tightening on his. I relaxed and slowly released my grip.

He chuckled a little, which made me look up at him questioningly.

"Even I can answer those," he paused grinning, then went on. "You're thinking about James and wanting to hold him. Why? Because he's your son and this whole flight has had you thinking about him. And you're shaking because we all just witnessed the plane explode. The same plane we were on and could have had us on it."

"You know me too well," I responded softly.

"I have to," he rested his forehead against mine. "You are my love, my life, and my world." He said each phrase slowly.

"You're gonna make me cry again," I said grinning, as I felt my throat tighten and my eyes burn.

It was like he was reciting his marriage vow again...no, I didn't cry during our wedding, but came damn close.

"We don't want that again, so soon," Rich replied, then gave me a chaste kiss.

When we moved apart, a cop walked up and stood on the other side of Rich. Lars stood next to the officer.

"Captain, is it all right if we speak with you and your co-pilot for a few minutes? We have a few questions," he said.

Rich looked back at me, then took his arm off my shoulders and let go of my hand.

"Be right back," he said quietly, patting my knee as he stood up.

I nodded and gave him a lopsided grin as he walked away with Lars and the cop. They went over to a small group of police towards the back of the hanger.

"Hey, Jo. How're you doing?" Latricia sat to my right and held a Styrofoam cup out to me.

"Thanks," I said, taking the cup, and looking down in it. "I'm okay, just a little shaken. How're you?"

"Shaken, also," she took a drink out of her own cup. "Can you believe this?"

"What part?"

"Any of it. It's all so...strange."

"What? Never been on a plane that's threatened to be hijacked?" I asked as sarcastically as I could.

"No, I haven't, and as far as I can recall, neither have you," she replied.

"Did you not hear the sarcasm in any of that?" I asked, grinning slightly and looking at her.

She shook her head at me in a tisking manner, grinning also. "I just think that Pratt's situation was a little strange, too, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I agree with you there," I said, taking a sip of the beverage she brought to me. I laughed slightly after I swallowed the drink.

"What are you laughing at?" Latricia asked me.

"Tea?"

"I thought you'd be sick of anything else."

"Well, that's true...but you know Rich is English, not me," I chuckled again.

"You've lived there long enough. I'd consider you part English," she smirked.

"All right, all right. You win."

I was about halfway done with my tea when Rich and Lars returned to our little table. Rich retook his seat next to me, while Lars sat on the other side of the table.

By the time they came back, I realized that I had stopped shaking.

"What do you have?" Rich asked, pointing to my cup.

"Tea. Want some?" I offered him the cup.

Greedily, he took it from my hand and, after looking into it, took a drink.

I smirked at him...I really didn't have to ask him if he wanted any. I should have just handed him the cup; he would have known what was in it.

"I've had better tea," he mumbled.

"Well, we're not at home, so this'll have to do...I didn't get it anyway," I said.

"Who got it?"

"Latricia."

Rich looked down into the cup. "Don't ever let her make tea for me."

I chuckled. "I won't let her. I won't even let her near a kettle."

"Good," he grinned, then attempted to hand the cup back to me.

"You can have the rest. I'm done," I grinned.

We sat there for a while before a thought occurred to me. I turned to face Rich, bringing my left leg up onto the bench and bending it in front of me as I put a hand on his arm.

"We should find a phone," I said softly.

Rich didn't have to ask what I meant. He knew we had to call Sharon to tell her it would probably be another day before we got home and so we could both hear James' voice even if it was just for reassurance.

"Hmm, yes," he agreed.

He got up from the bench and took a few steps to the nearest trash can to throw out the Styrofoam cup. When he came back to me, he held out his hand.

"Let's go find a phone," he said.

I took his hand as I stood up and we walked around for a few minutes before we figured we wouldn't find a phone on our own. I walked up to one of the cops and asked if he knew where we could find and use a phone.

"Is it a local call?" he asked me.

"No...but what would be considered a local call here, anyway?" I replied.

"Good point. Where are you planning on calling?"

"England...and we have a calling card if that makes a difference."

"Wow, okay. Wait here a moment, I'll see what I can do."

I nodded as the cop walked away from us and over to another group of officers. One of them handed him something, then he walked back over to us.

"Here you are. Just return it to me when you're finished," he said, smiling, and handed me a satellite phone.

"Sure. No problem," I responded. "Is it all right if we step just outside, just for some privacy?"

He thought about it for a moment. "Just go right outside the door."

Again, I nodded, then Rich and I went to the nearest door and walked out. I handed the phone to Rich since he had the calling card and knew Sharon's number by heart.

Taking his wallet out of his back pocket, he took out the card and dialed the number, then after getting through the recorded stuff, he dialed Sharon's number. He handed me his wallet and the card, meaning I should put the card back in...so I did, then stuck it back in his pocket.

"Jeff? Hello, it's Rich. Is Sharon there?" he said when Jeff obviously picked up the phone on the other end. "Okay, thank you." Rich lowered the phone from his mouth and looked at me, rolling his eyes. "He's getting her."

I nodded stiffly, then started pacing in front of him, crossing my arms over my chest. I brought my right hand up and chewed on my fingernails...the anticipation was going to be the death of me.

"Hello, Sharon...We're fine, now...There was an incident, that's why I'm calling. We're going to have to add a day or so for you to take care of James...No, we're not in New York yet...We're in Newfoundland, but should be leaving here by tomorrow morning or afternoon."

I took Rich's left arm and looked at his watch. It was way past midnight, so I pointed to his watch to let him know.

"Make that this morning or afternoon," he grinned at me, then I went back to pacing. "Sharon, I'm going to give the phone to Jo. I'm pretty sure she wants to ask you something." A moment later, I stopped pacing as Rich handed the phone over to me.

"Hi, Sharon," I said, constantly wiggling the fingers on my left hand.

"Hello, Jo. What did you want to ask?" my sister-in-law replied.

Instead of wiggling my fingers, I took Rich's hand before I asked Sharon what I needed to hear.

"Could I speak to James?"

"Of course. Let me get him," she replied. I heard shuffling as she moved through her house, then: "James, mummy's on the phone."

I heard James' familiar squeal of excitement as he went to Sharon from where ever he was, then I squeezed Rich's hand harder. My throat tightened and eyes burned as I heard him.

"Hi, mommy," James said.

I closed my eyes tightly and tried to prevent my bottom lip from quivering...just hearing his voice wasn't as good as actually seeing him. But at least I knew he was okay.

"Hi, sweetie," I finally said, which came out as a squeak. I cleared my throat, then spoke again. "Are you having fun with Aunt Sharon, Uncle Jeff, and Cole?"

"Yes, mommy. Yesterday, we played football and Cole kicked the ball and broke the kitchen window," he said excitedly.

James loved to play football (soccer to my fellow Americans) and it was all thanks to Rich since he used to play before college.

I laughed a little as Rich put his left arm around my waist. "Did he get in trouble?" I asked.

"Sort of. He just can't play football until the window's fixed and after it's fixed, he can't play for a month," he paused before he spoke again. "Mommy, when are you coming home?"

There were tears in my eyes and I felt at least one slide down my cheek. I released Rich's hand and brought it around his back, where I gripped his jacket.

"We'll be home in two days, I hope," I said after a sniffle.

"Did you get me something from Germany?" he asked.

"Yeah, honey, we got you something," I said, then took a breath. "Do you want to talk to daddy?"

"Yeah!" he screeched.

"Okay. I love you, James," I said, practically bursting out into tears again.

"I love you, mommy."

I handed the phone back to Rich, then buried my face in his opposite shoulder, sobbing quietly. Both of my arms were around his back, and I was holding onto his jacket for dear life. I didn't hear what Rich said to James since I was concentrating on staying on my feet and trying to keep my crying as quiet as I could; I only caught the last phrases of their conversation.

"I love you, too, James. Give Aunt Sharon the phone now, okay?" Rich paused while he waited for James to give the phone to Sharon, and while doing so, he left a lingering kiss to the side of my head. He cleared his throat and sniffled. "Yeah, I'm here...I'll tell you when we get home. Look, we're borrowing a police officer's satellite phone, so we'll call when we land back home, okay?...We will. See you soon."

Once Rich hung up the phone, he stuck it in his pocket, then tightly wrapped his arms around me, holding me snuggly against him as I continued to sob into his shoulder. His left hand would come up to sit on the back of my neck occasionally; I felt him rest his head on my shoulder at one point, also.

I relinquished my extremely tight grip on his jacket and slid my hands up his back, under his jacket, to hold on to the backs of his shoulders. Turning my face into his neck, I started to get control of myself.

After a few more minutes, the control of my emotions was under my power, and I forced myself to take deep, deep breaths, breathing onto Rich's neck.

Rich lifted his head from my shoulder and attempted to look down at me. He lightly ran his fingers up and down my back as I was calming down.

When I lifted my head from his shoulder, I also took my right hand off his shoulder, and brought it around to wipe at my eyes, then placed my hand on his chest. I took yet another deep breath and let it out slowly through my nose.

After I exhaled, I looked up at Rich; his own eyes were misty, with a tear track down his left cheek, and I heard him sniffle softly a few times. Taking my left hand away from his shoulder, I brought it around and up to his face, along with my right. With my right hand, I lightly ran the backs of my fingers over his cheek, wiping away his few tears that fell.

Rich closed his eyes as he brought his right hand up and across his body to grasp mine. He took my hand and held it against his chest, directly over his heart. Then he lowered his head, resting his nose on my cheek.

"He sounded like he was having fun," I eventually said softly.

"He did," Rich replied in my ear.

"I still miss him. Just hearing his voice made me want to be with him more," I admitted.

"I know. Me too," he said, lifting his head back enough to look at me.

In another instant, I tilted my head up and kissed him soundly.

When I pulled back, he followed, not letting his lips be more than an inch away from me. I halted in my movement and his lips came back in contact with mine.

He was letting his defenses down again...this was hitting him harder than I thought.

"Maybe you should rest before you fly again," I said, pulling back after another few moments.

"I'll be fine, Jo," he replied. "Besides, they're bringing in two 747s and a large jet with their own pilots to get us all to New York; the 747s for the passengers and the jet for the crew."

"How do you know this?" I asked, furrowing my brow.

"The police told me when they asked me questions."

"Then...when will they be here?"

"At first light."

I took his left arm and pulled his sleeve back to look at his watch again since I had forgotten what time it was; it was almost three.

"So, what do we do for another three hours or so?" I asked, taking my hands out of his and wrapping them around his neck.

"I'm sure the police and FBI will keep us busy," he sighed.

"Speaking of police, we should get that phone back to them before they hunt us down for it," I said, running my fingers along the nape of his neck to relax him.

"Mmm, yeah," he hummed.

After another kiss, we separated, and headed back into the hanger. I looked around for the cop that gave us the satellite phone, and spotting him relatively close by, we walked over, handing the phone to him.

"Thank you very much," I said, with a small smile.

"You're welcome," he smiled back.

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A/N: Well, there you go. Nice and long.

I have to laugh everytime I see 'anticipation'. I always think of The Rocky Horror Picture Show: "antici......pation." Ha! Man, it's been a while since I've seen that...

Anywho, reviews are greatly appreciated! Please?