A/N: I figured I'd update more frequently now since I'm out of college for the summer and I have no job (as of right now) again. We're getting closer to the end...maybe 3 or 4 more chapters after this.

ENJOY!

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Rich and I then returned to our table of friends. I sat down heavily next to Latricia as Rich sat on my other side again, then talked with Lars.

"Okay?" Latricia asked me, nudging my shoulder with her own.

"Yeah, we're all right now," I replied, scratching my head.

"'We're'?" she questioned me.

"Yeah, Rich and I called his sister, where James is staying. We told her it was going to be about another day before we got home," I paused. "And we talked to James...it got pretty emotional, for both of us."

"But you're okay now?"

"Yes, just needed some time on our own."

Latricia reached back to the table behind us. She picked up a bottle of water and handed it to me, then another.

"Have a drink. For you and Rich," she grinned.

"Thanks," I responded softly.

Holding a bottle in my left hand, I tapped Rich's shoulder with it. When he turned to me, I held the bottle out to him.

"Thanks, Love," he said, taking to bottle from me.

"No problem, Captain," I replied.

For the next three hours, everyone in the hanger was either being questioned by police and/or FBI, walking around, or sitting at a table, resting or snacking.

Just as day was breaking, an FBI agent came up to me and took me aside to ask some questions about what happened on the flight. Behind the agent, I saw Rich walk over to Miss Pratt, who was sitting in front of the roped off area (where the FBI was sorting the luggage), holding onto her still unconscious daughter. I zoned out to what the agent was asking me as I looked over his shoulder to watch and listen to Rich. (I was only a few yards away from them.) He gave up asking me things after he turned to look where I was looking.

"I'll be back in a few minutes," he said, realizing I wasn't going to pay attention to him.

I nodded, then he walked away, probably going to ask another crew member some questions.

"She looks like you," Rich said to Miss Pratt.

"Yeah," she said, glancing up at Rich before looking back down. "Yeah, there's a little bit of her dad in there, too." She then ran her finger over her daughter's eyebrow...just like I did with James.

"My wife does that with our son," he said softly, looking over at me.

Miss Pratt looked over at me as well, and I nodded to her with a slight grin; she nodded back, then looked back at Rich.

"I'm...I'm sorry," Rich said, then looked at the floor, not knowing what else to say.

A door opened behind Rich and to his left. Stephanie was led through the hanger by an FBI agent. She was in handcuffs and was followed by a few more agents. As she walked past, she glanced at me, and a chill ran down my spine. After she went by, I looked back at Rich and Miss Pratt. Two FBI agents approached her.

"Miss Pratt, our office in Berlin has detained the morgue director. They'd like you to I.D. a picture of him," the taller, younger agent said.

"Can't it wait?" Rich asked the agents, then looked at Miss Pratt briefly.

"Sure," the guy said, then walked away with the other agent.

Miss Pratt looked up at Rich in a silent 'thank you'. Rich then nodded once and walked over to me.

"That was kind of you," I said, when he stopped next to me.

"It's about the only thing I can do for not believing her," he replied, looking down at me. "You seemed to be the only one who did."

"I wouldn't say that," I responded quietly.

By then, the agent who began to ask me questions before, came back over to us. At the same time, over the agent's shoulder, I saw Miss Pratt get up from where she sat and walked over to a van...but I still listened and replied to the agent. Once she and her daughter were settled, the van pulled away, and I was a little curious to know where they were going...were they going to drive the whole way to New York?

"Thank you for your time," the agent said to both Rich and I once he was done questioning us, then he turned to walk away, but stopped and looked back. "Oh, and captain. You and the rest of your crew will be on the first jet heading to New York since you all have another flight to catch."

"And when will that be?" Rich asked.

"It should be here in about half an hour."

Rich nodded after the agent walked away, he put his arm around my shoulders, kissing the side of my head; he then sighed.

I took his hand that was around my shoulders and looked up at him. "Shall we inform the rest of the crew?" I asked, smirking, and nodding towards the tables containing the crew.

"We shall," he smirked back.

He took his arm off my shoulders once I released his hand, then he grasped my other hand as we walked back to the table.

"Have you heard anything on when we get to get out of here?" Lars asked us, standing from the table, once we were close enough.

"We're leaving in about half an hour. There's a large jet coming for the crew, then two 747s for the passengers," Rich answered.

I let go of his hand and sat on the bench next to Latricia.

"Good news," I said, smiling.

"You've found something to entertain us until we get out of here?" she guessed.

"Better. We're actually getting out of here," I replied.

"What?! When?!" she practically yelled.

"Shh!" I said, chuckling and looking around us. "In about half an hour. The crew gets on a jet since we have another flight to get on, then two 747s are coming to get the passengers to New York."

"That's great! It's about time. I'm ready to go. I don't know about you, but I hated sitting around here being asked the same questions by several different people," she said.

"Yeah, I hated it, too," I agreed. "Care to spread the word to the other crew members?"

"With pleasure," she said, standing from the bench and walking to the other table.

"Did I hear you right, Jo? We're getting out of here?" Elias asked from behind me on the bench at the other side of the table.

I turned on the bench to see Fiona, Elias, Katerina, and Eric all looking at me for confirmation.

"Yes, we are," I confirmed, smiling.

The four let out a collective sigh of relief, then sat on the bench more relaxed. I looked over their shoulders and watched Latricia as she spread the news.

Rich sat next to me once he was done speaking with Lars. I spun around (since I was turned the other way) and smirked at him, then took his hand in between both of mine, rubbing it. He smirked back at me, then I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Everyone seems to be ready to go," I said softly.

"It seems to be that way," he replied, just as softly. "Are you ready?"

"More than ready."

He snorted softly, then rested his head on mine.

About ten minutes later, Latricia came back and sat on my other side; she had finished spreading the word. She shoved a few left over water bottles on the table in her bag, making me chuckle quietly.

Within the next twenty minutes, word had spread like a wildfire. As a few passengers walked past our table, I heard them talk excitedly about finally getting to New York by the afternoon. Soon after the passengers passed, an FBI agent approached our table. Lifting my head from Rich's shoulder and letting go of his hand, he stood, along with Lars.

"Captain, if you and your crew are ready, we can get you onto the jet," the agent said.

"We've been ready," he answered, then looked down at me.

I stood, then nodded to those around me, signaling that we could go.

Once the rest of the crew stood, and grabbed their bags, the agent nodded, then started leading us out. Lars went first after the agent, then the crew followed. Rich, Latricia, and I were the last to leave, making sure none of the crew was left behind.

As we were walking to the jet, I looked around, now that it was light out. It was flat land for miles, and I realized that this had to be the worst place we've landed a plane...there wasn't much to the surroundings.

We climbed up the stairs to get on the jet; Latricia first, then me, then Rich, bringing up the rear. Rich stayed by the entrance to speak with the FBI agent for a few moments.

Latricia walked towards the back of the jet, where there were still some empty seats. I followed her until she sat in the second last row from the back, then I sat myself in the last row on the left hand side (behind Latricia), since Lars was on the right. I stuffed my bag under the seat, then grinned for some reason.

"Hey, at least we don't have to serve people for another few hours," I said to Latricia, leaning on the back of the seat she wasn't occupying.

"Yeah, and we get to sleep for those few hours," she replied.

"Here, here."

I then sat back down in the seat just as Rich was walking back. He set his bag under the seat in front of him, then after taking off his jacket, he sat next to me. Sighing, he leaned his head back against the seat, closing his eyes, and putting his arms on the armrests.

After buckling my seatbelt, I turned his hand over and ran my fingers lightly up and down his fingers and palm.

Rich opened his eyes and turned his head to look at me. He closed his eyes again as he grinned.

"I love you, Jo," he said sleepily.

I leaned towards him, lightly kissing his lips. "And I love you, Rich."

When I felt the jet start rolling, I sat back in my seat, but kept my eyes on Rich for a few moments, then looked out the window still running my fingers along his hand. Once we were off the runway and in the air, I looked back at Rich, then shifted to lean against him.

"This is your Captain and we've just taken off," Rich started quietly. "The weather is partially sunny with no sign of snow, finally. The view out of the window is terrible, only barren land, but the view I see is much better."

Laughing, I lifted my head and looked at him again. He was looking at me with his eyes half open and smirking that sexy smirk.

"You're a piece of work," I grinned, placing my free hand on the opposite side of his face.

He let out a low chuckle, then removed his hand from the armrest, making me pick up my hand and taking my other away from his face. Lifting the armrest in between us, he shifted, and laid down, putting his head on my lap with a sigh; he put his right hand on my thigh, near my knee.

I sat back in the seat and slouched down a little so I was comfortable. Putting my hand on his shoulder, I stared out of the window for several seconds.

"I still owe you a massage," I said, leaning over him.

"When we get home," he mumbled. "Wanna sleep."

Smirking, I leaned back, then lifted my hand from his shoulder to his head, where I ran my fingers through his short hair. I then ran my hand up and down his back until I felt his breathing steady, signaling he was asleep.

I didn't have any plans on waking him, since he hadn't slept well the previous night, and he still had to fly...I doubt he'd leave everything up to Lars again.

Speaking of Lars, I looked over at him, and saw that he was asleep also; his closed eyes and mouth hanging open slightly was a dead giveaway. It appear that most of the crew was sleeping...and I was on my way to join them.

Reclining in the seat again, I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, going to sleep for as long as I could.

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A/N: That seemed short to me...I dunno. Maybe I'm just so used to reading it that it felt short. *shrugs* Meh.

PLEASE leave me a review to let me know what you think. I've been reveiw depraved recently (not just this story) and it's really quite depressing.