Alexander couldn't sit still. He couldn't. Not when Aaron, his lover, his fiance was out there.

"Alexander, you need to calm down." George Washington, his boss, said. Alexander spun around and glared at his boss, shaking. How could he expect him to just sit down and act nice? To sit down and calm down? How was he supposed to do that, when the love of his life was out there, in a burning tower?!

"How can you say that?! YOUR FIANCE IS NOT TRAPPED IN A FUCKING BURNING TOWER!" He screamed. Tears were falling from his face, his body trembling with fear, with rage. Just the thought of never seeing Aaron, never hearing his voice, never seeing his kind eyes and that small smile he reserved just for Alexander horrified him, made him feel sick. He couldn't stand it.

"Alexander." Washington barked when Alexander started pacing again.

"A plane hit the tower, George. A PLANE!"

"And there is nothing you can do about it right now!" Washington said, his voice rising.

"I have to do something George! I can't just sit here while Aaron... While he's-"

"Would you SHUT UP!? You think you're the only one with loved ones up there!? DO YOU THINK THIS IS ANY EASIER FOR US!?" Thomas screamed, standing up. Alexander took in a sharp breath and stared at his rival. He'd never seen him so upset.

"James is up there too. I haven't even talked to him! At least you spoke with Aaron one last time. James... I...I didn't even get to-" Thomas' voice broke off in a sob. Everyone watched as their prideful coworker, a man they had never once seen shed a tear, bust into hysterical sobs.

Alexander looked down at the ground, his hands in fists. His gaze drifted to the window where he could see the towers burning. He swallowed harshly as he heard the sirens of firetrucks, police cars, ambulances, race down the street.

Aaron... Please be okay...