Ty and Gael would be the first ones to tell her to just fly back to New York. What had been an emergency trip after Gael's accident had stretched into weeks spent at the Kagan hotel in Malibu, with Sarah putting a lot of miles on her rental car driving between L.A. and San Diego - first checking on Gael, then checking in on Ty.

Hell, by this point Ty would probably throw a party if she did finally tell him she was getting on a plane. She had this suspicion that she was being kind of...suffocating. But she couldn't help it, either. It was easier to accept that she couldn't do anything for Gael, but with Ty - she'd done this herself. For all that she'd had their parents fluttering over her, plus Dr. O'Neill, she'd come to the conclusion over the years that she'd done this mostly herself. Logically, she was the best person to understand just what was going on in Ty's head.

Except, really...a lot of the time it was like they were back in high school, starting that cycle of picking, screaming, and not speaking, followed by the second cycle of making up and the tentative good relationship they'd managed once they'd grown up and gone their separate ways. Inevitably, it repeated itself. It had several times in the weeks she'd been there, and yet she still hadn't gone back.

When she finally did, she dropped into Gael's hotel room to let him know. She texted Ty, because she knew he'd be at the house - but somehow she forgot about warning Heather.

They'd flown, mostly because it was faster and they didn't really want to waste time when they had leave. As fun as driving would be, and all? It delayed the party that was waiting for them. They even had a car service waiting on them- one that Ty gave instructions down to a place into Astoria, where they would be meeting Izak and Sarah, followed by instructions to get their bags back to the Plaza and to leave them with the Manager.

The following 'Of course, Mr. Kagan,' only made him smile. It was good to be back in New York, sometimes. It wasn't quite like Chicago, but he wasn't sure he was ever going to be ready to take Ollie home. There were just too many people there that wanted to know his every move- even if came with a car service and a few buildings sporting his name.

"Oh, Ollie, this is Chaz. Chaz, my friend, Lt. Oliver Byrd." He said, introducing the driver before opening the door and sliding into the town car. He balanced his cover on a knee, before pulling out his phone to text Izak and Sarah in a group message. 'We've landed, on our way. Tell Dorian I want five of his best shots waiting for when I get there.'

Grinning, he looked back at Ollie. "You're going to regret saying yes, you know."

Sarah squinted at her computer screen and nibbled on her lower lip as she worked on the ring design. It wasn't for Alexis Bittar - she did a pretty good job of leaving work at work, but that might only be because she had her own work waiting at home. The ring was for one of her clients on her Etsy site, an engagement ring. Something beautiful, yet quirky.

And probably perfect, she thought dryly as she drew looping lines in what would be the silver of the setting. London blue topaz for the main stone. It was a good choice, out of the ordinary and not so exorbitantly expensive that the poor dude was going to expire at the price, so. Everybody won, especially her PayPal account.

When her phone went off beside her, Sarah didn't even look at it, just tapped it blindly until she could here something on the other end. "Yeah, this is Sarah," she said as she dragged and clicked. "What's up?"