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Katara impatiently waited beside the many other people that were trying to find their luggage on the moving conveyor belt. Her flight had just arrived in L.A. and she was exhausted.

She scanned the dozens of suitcases, searching out her own plain black one. Her's had a tag hanging from the handle and two wheels on the bottom so it could be rolled. She bit her lip and checked her watch. She had about five minutes to meet her brother by the entrance. He had already sent her a dozen text messages telling her to hurry up, but she suspected he just wanted to annoy her.

Finally, she saw her bag making its way towards her. There was the label on its handle. She hurriedly waded through the people and reached out a hand just in time to snag its handle. Yanking it off and pushing her way back out of the crowd, Katara sprinted for the revolving doors, dragging the suitcase along with her.

...

Zuko tossed his suitcase onto the hotel bed. He rubbed his eyes and stifled a yawn. This plane trip to Los Angeles had been tiring, and all he wanted to do was collapse on the bed and sleep.

Lu Ten emerged from the bathroom in his sweats looking as dead as Zuko felt. He decided against taking a shower and chose to just change directly into his sleep clothes instead. A shower could wait till morning.

Zuko reached out and unzipped his black suitcase. As soon as it opened up, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Hey Zuko, is that a... blue bra?" His cousin came up and eyed the contents of the bag suspiciously. "Is there something you aren't telling me?"

Zuko flushed and hesitantly reached out a hand to shift through the clothing. A pink tank top. White shorts. Curling iron. Makeup. Panties. Tampo- He slammed the suitcase closed, face beet red. "No! I must've grabbed the wrong suitcase when I went to the luggage pick up! Crap..." He groaned and ran a hand through his hair. "I need to find my stuff. It could be anywhere by now, and who knows who has it!"

Lu Ten started laughing and headed over to his bed. "Well, while you do that, I'm gonna catch up on some beauty sleep. Have fun on your adventure, little cousin."

Zuko growled and began searching the suitcase for anything of significance. On its handle, there was a tag. He flipped it over.

'This belongs to Katara Jee. If found, please contact.' There was a number scribbled in feminine writing below the type and he immediately flipped out his phone and dialed.

"Hello?" A young woman's voice picked up.

"Hey, this is Zuko Agni," Zuko replied. "I think I might have accidentely taken your suitcase at the airport."

The person on the other end gasped. "Oh my gosh! Thank goodness! I thought I had lost all my stuff." There was a pause before she continued. "Wait, did you say your name was Zuko Agni?"

"Yeah."

"That's the name on the suitcase I have with me."

"Probably." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look, are you still in L.A.?" She answered affirmative. "Great. That's a relief. Do you think you could meet me somewhere so we can switch bags tonight?"

...

Katara drummed her fingers on the steering wheel of the rented Subaru. She was sitting in the parking lot of an Italian restaurant waiting for whoever had her suitcase to call. She felt like it was some sort of drug deal.

She blasted the air conditioning. Even though it was almost ten at night, L.A. was still pretty humid. Guess that's just Cali for you.

Her phone went off, and she tapped the 'answer' button. "Hello?"

"I'm here," the raspy voice answered. "Black Toyota, jeans and a white T-shirt."

She stepped out of the car, taking with her the black bag. "Jean shorts, blue tank."

Katara turned on her heel, searching out a man to match the description. Eventually, she found a guy with jeans, white T, and her suitcase sitting next to him. His back was to her. She trudged up, rolling his suitcase with her, and tapped on his shoulder.

He turned around and both their eyes widened.

He was tall and looked around twenty, her age. He had an angular face, high set cheek bones, shaggy black hair, and golden eyes that shined in the night. He was really attractive.

Zuko on the other hand, was having similar thoughts. The mystery girl that stood before him was petite, tan, wavy chocolate hair pulled into a ponytail, and huge blue eyes. She was stunning. He didn't even realize that he was staring.

Their hands both still were holding their cell phones to their ear, suitcases forgotten.

Zuko cleared his throat, stuffing his phone into his pocket. He abrubtly stuck out a hand. "Um, hi. Zuko here."

She reached out and shook his hand.

"Katara." She smiled prettily. He attempted to suppress a blush, and failed.

Katara laughed and motioned to the resaurant. "Wanna grab something to eat?"

He nodded and hesitantly smiled back, following her across the parking lot. Maybe he was luckier than he thought.

Author's Note: Eheh... Accident gone right. ;)

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