Bo woke from the rain echoing off the roof. She pulled a pillow over her head and thought back to the night prior. That kiss. That kiss. It meant more to her than all the other first kisses she had with random past lovers, because that kiss was their second first kiss, and hopefully the last first kiss she ever experienced. Bo pledged to continue this slow dance until the one and only Dr. Lauren Lewis would finally welcome her again into her very private life. Bo carefully considered her mistakes of the past and was well aware that she had a lot to make up for. Her biggest personal challenge would be patience, but she congratulated herself on making it almost an entire year and not giving up. Clearly, her efforts were working.

Her phone vibrating on the night stand pulled Bo from under the pillow. After a moment to adjust her vision from the darkness, she grabbed her phone and read through the text messages. She had missed several already.

6:09am: Lauren: On the plane. I could throw up.

6:11am: Lauren: Perk of first class: pre-flight drinks!

6:15am: Lauren: Drank my vodka with tomato juice. Tell Kenz it was just vodka.

6:15am: Lauren: One magic sedative down the hatch too

6:20am: Lauren: I'll text you when I land. Ty again. Xoxo Lauren

Quickly Bo replied hoping Lauren's phone was still powered on.

6:22am Yw. You're gonna do great. Miss you already. Xoxo Bo

When no reply came and the indicator on her phone advised the message had not been read, Bo knew that Lauren had already powered down her device. Hopefully she was settling into an uneventful, quiet flight.

Not wanting to waste the day, Bo started her morning just like every other: a pot of coffee and a hot shower. She had an extra pep in her step today. That kiss and the persuasive suggestion to ask Lauren on a real date again confirmed that she was going to get another chance to have Lauren in her life beyond friendship. Thoughts of Lauren's lips against hers made her very core ache with want. Couple that with the absence of activity in Bo's love life, and that made for a very sexually frustrated Bo Dennis.

She let out an audible sigh. "Back to the gym," she muttered.

As Kenzi was still passed out from her vodka championship, Bo left a note on the pizza box that she was heading to the gym and then to Lauren's. Even though Lauren just left a few hours ago, Bo had no idea what kind of schedule Lauren expected for the plants. And if Bo knew Lauren, the plants definitely had a schedule.

While her time at the gym helped tame her libido, her appetite had now roared to life as she arrived at Lauren's place. She showered at the gym after her workout and felt the rumblings of hunger increase all morning. Bo worked the key into Lauren's apartment door and opened it with ease. She carefully closed the door and surveyed the main room. It had been several months since Bo was in Lauren's apartment. Nothing had changed at all.

"Always so pristine," Bo thought aloud.

She tossed the keys on the kitchen counter next to the very detailed plant instructions. At first glance there were five pages of notes with time charts, graphs and photos. She noticed corresponding labeled jugs of water also on the counter.

"Distilled? Really?" Bo chuckled out loud as she read one label. Such little quirks from the doctor made Bo fall in love even more. Deciding she could not focus on any instructions until she ate, Bo raided the fridge. The doctor didn't leave much since she would be out of town for a while, but Bo managed to make a tasty cheese sandwich and found chocolate marshmallow ice cream hidden in the back of the freezer. "Score!"

Bo took the entire container of ice cream to the counter. She settled onto a bar stool next to the counter, grabbed a spoon and dug in to the ice cream. Bo used the remote to flip through channels while she ate. She rarely watched television and was somewhat excited to have access to Lauren's premium cable package. Trading bites of sandwich in between bites of ice cream, Bo changed the channel every few minutes, watching but a bit of everything from game shows to cooking shows.

Feeling stuffed, she put the remaining ice cream back in the freezer and tossed her spoon in the sink. The plant instructions didn't seem so difficult to read now, and after reviewing them twice, she realized she didn't even need to be there today. The schedule started tomorrow.

Realizing her presence wasn't needed at Lauren's apartment anymore today, Bo reached for the remote to shut down the television and head home. Before powering off, she noticed a news bulletin scrolling across the bottom of the screen.

Breaking news: A passenger plane from Toronto to LA diverted to Salt Lake City.

Bo's heart dropped. She watched the message scroll repeatedly with the same words. Moving quickly, Bo dug through her gym bag to locate her phone. No new messages. She flipped through dozens of channels until landing on a news station with similar vague breaking news headlines.

The million thoughts of "what ifs" stormed inside Bo's head. Unable to stop them, she tried a Google search on her phone related to the flight. Every site had similar information, all without listing a reason for the diversion, if anyone was hurt, or if the plane was able to land safely. Fighting the panic, Bo flipped through to the last page of the plant instructions, where the very detailed Lauren Lewis had listed her flight and hotel information.

Bo dialed the number to the airline, her hands shaking from adrenaline. She fought her way through multiple menus while her frustration increased tenfold. When a tired sounding voice on the other line finally answered, Bo felt tears welling up in her eyes.

"Hello I need to find out about the flight that was diverted to Salt Lake City. Did it…is everyone…"

"Flight number, please."

"Uh, yes it's 1177."

"One moment. Yes ma'am, flight 1177 from Toronto and scheduled to land in LA, has landed in Salt Lake City, Utah. There was a minor issue with the plane but everyone is fine. It's standard procedure to land at the closest airport to ensure the safety of our guests."

The polite agent on the line continued speaking, but Bo tuned out after she said "fine". Everyone was fine. Lauren was fine. Lauren wasn't hurt. Bo's tears ran down her cheek, unable to control the fear that overtook her so quickly. She thanked the agent before hanging up. Breathing slowly to bring her heart rate down took focus. Bo felt sick. From the fear or the onslaught of adrenaline, or perhaps from the half carton of ice cream she just consumed, her entire physical being felt like she had been hit by a truck. She was certain the good doctor would have a medical reason why a body can ache after emotional trauma.

Without hesitating, she dialed Lauren's phone. Going straight to voice mail, she left a short message. "Hey Lauren, it's Bo. Call me when you have a minute."

She then opted to send a text message.

2:15pm Bo: Call me. xoxo

She waited and waited and waited. No reply came, but Bo continued to watch every news channel as information about the flight funneled through the media. A half hour into learning nothing more, her phone vibrated. Lauren.

"Lauren?" Bo answered.

"Hello ma'am. Is this Bo?" a strange voice said.

"Yes this is Bo. Where's Lauren? You're calling me from her phone. Is she okay?"

"Yes ma'am. This is Officer James from the Salt Lake City International Airport, Utah, United States of America. Your friend, Dr. Lauren Lewis, asked us to call. She's fine, so don't you worry about her. She was on a flight that had a minor mechanical issue and had to land here. Anyway, she's having a bit of a hard time emotionally from that experience."

Bo interrupted. "Let me talk to her."

"I'm sorry ma'am. We tried to get her to speak, but beyond her statement of 'Call Bo and tell her that it's Quebec all over again', we can't get her to say anything. She did not board the replacement plane to continue on to Los Angeles. We had to assist her off the plane, and well, honestly we're just not quite sure what to do with her. Considering her state of mind, we're a bit concerned. We can call county and have her taken in for an evaluation, but since she's a doctor, we wanted to honor her request to call you first."

Bo's mind was racing. She knew Lauren would never want this part of her exposed. Having a record of it somewhere would surely be an issue, if not medically at least an issue of embarrassment for her. After all, this doctor kept a very private life.

"Is she near you? Can you hold the phone to her ear for me?"

"Yes ma'am. I'm happy to do so. Just a minute."

Bo paused then heard the man in the distance say "okay go ahead".

"Lauren. Hi Lauren, it's me Bo. Can you hear me?"

Her question went unanswered.

"Lauren, Lauren honey, are you okay? Can you get to a hotel? If Officer James helps you, can you get to a hotel and stay there?"

Bo dropped her head, still getting silence.

"Ma'am this is Officer James again. Whatever you just said, she shook her head yes."

Bo let out a deep breath of relief.

"Sir, um, Officer James. Is there a hotel connected to the airport somewhere that she could go to?"

"Yes ma'am. There are several hotels right here in the area."

"Great. Would you be able to escort her to a hotel or provide an officer to take her to it and help her get checked in? I think she's probably a bit nerve racked over the situation, but she will be fine." Bo hoped.

"I'm sure we can assist with that. Let me get you some hotel information so you have it."

Bo grabbed the pen and started writing the information that Officer James read to her. The officer gave her information of the closest hotel. Bo also advised the officer that if he needed anything further to call Bo directly and she would be happy to assist. While she kept a strong and confident voice on the phone so the officer would not suspect any additional issues, Bo felt faint and terrified. She couldn't even imagine what Lauren was feeling. Bo assumed that once the shock wore off, Lauren would be too terrified to go anywhere, or she would go somewhere that no one could find her.

Immediately after hanging up, Bo raced home. Kenzi was gone and left no note. Bo grabbed a bag and shoved random clothes in it. She tore through the house and dug deep inside her sock drawer for her passport. Grateful for its long term validity, she drove straight to the airport to catch the first flight to Salt Lake City.

While it took a little longer than expected, Bo managed to book a flight that night that would allow her to land in Utah early in the morning. Her phone call to Kenzi was vague, and although the young one initially tried to get details from Bo, she soon gave up and just told her to keep in touch so she didn't worry. She promised to watch over the crack shack and keep the parties to a minimum.

Bo had called the hotel that Officer James gave her and asked to be connected with Dr. Lauren Lewis. They attempted to connect her but she didn't answer. It was good enough to know that she had the right hotel. At least Bo knew she had a room. Bo had sent numerous text messages to Lauren. Most were just reassuring statements and one was an attempt to make her smile by telling her she found the ice cream hidden in the back of the freezer. She didn't expect to get any replies but thought that contact from someone familiar could help ease her stress. Before takeoff, Bo sent one more message.

4:14am Bo: I'm on my way. Hope you are resting. xoxo

Bo's phone immediately vibrated.

4:15am Lauren: Room 615. TY. xoxo

Determined more than ever, Bo was going to get to Lauren.