Ready Or Not, Here I Come [for Mark Kosik]

[waverlywindsor]

As promised, Waverly called Mark prior to boarding her plane to NYC, verifying that he would be there to pick her up. Once more she gave him her flight information, the airline and the terminal. She also told him to meet her at baggage claim since airport security made it impossible to meet people at the arrival gate these days. To ease her list of dos and don’ts into something more affable and sweet, Waverly also promised the man that if he could spot her before she found him, she’d give him that kiss he kept asking after.

The flight was relatively short, only a couple of hours and part of that was simply because they needed to navigate around a weather system, and by the time they were preparing to land, Waverly was feeling a little anxious. Being on pins and needles, fidgeting and fighting the urge to dig her nails into her armrests had nothing to do with the plane’s decent into Laguardia’s runway field—even if it was a little turbulent. No, she was nervous about meeting Mark in person.

Would he be as charming as he seemed online and over the phone? Would she still feel that personality click? Would he find her attractive? That last made her laugh quietly to herself. If the man found her winsome with her hair a tumbled mess and while wearing a baggy sweater and jeans that are more comfortable than fashionable, she might actually have to fall in love. She smirked then, the dancer taking her wardrobe choice into consideration for the first time. If he liked what he saw when she got off the plane, she was sure to blow his mind when he got a look at her all dolled up for an evening out. Travel wear seemed to suddenly have more than one purpose.

Waverly eventually disembarked and made her way through the airport she was passing familiar with, heading in the right direction and looking assured while she did it. Baggage. Not that she had much more than her carry-on with her but there was a garment bag and a small wheeled-suitcase that she needed to fetch. Of course, there was also a cop she needed to spot before she ended up having to kiss him right there for the first time. In public.

Now where would he be…?

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Ready or not

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Neither Rick Gabriel nor Lee Valdyich balked at Mark’s request that morning to disappear with the ‘company car’ for a couple of hours and leave them at the mercy of the motor pool’s meager afternoon offerings. Rick had been briefed on Waverly, the impending date, and was ecstatic that Mark had even met someone. Someone who; granted; lived a few states away, but no one was perfect and with Mark’s potential recall to active duty there was always the chance that Mark would be leaving New York anyway.

Following instructions to the letter Mark arrived at the appropriate baggage claim, a good twenty minutes before Waverly’s plane was even scheduled to land. From all indicators from the arrival boards and internet, he was able to determine just how long of a delay he would be facing, or if the flight would be on time. He had a chilled bottle of water sticking out of the right front pocket of his leather coat, the charcoal gray slacks, black shirt and gray and black stripped tie finishing out the ensemble. He had quickly befriended and enlisted the help of three air port security guards to help him identify Waverly. The surveillance net had done it’s job well and Mark couldn’t help but smirk as he walked up behind the woman searching the baggage claim area for him.

He was allowed in restricted areas so it had been easy to create an ideal vantage point and remain hidden from plain sight in the process. All those years in the military utilizing the skills of stealth and invisibility to gather Intel were invaluable in his present situation. He wanted that kiss on the cheek damn it and Waverly owed him fair and square. Mark cleared his throat and used his ‘official’ authoritative voice to ask, “You look a little lost, Miss. Can I be of some assistance?”