They landed in LA without an issue, but as they were exiting the airport they were met with paparazzi.

"Stay away!" Walker yelled almost immediately as the cameras began to flash.

"IDINA!" they shouted, trying to get her attention.

Idina pulled out the newspapers she kept in her bag and pulled Erika close, using the paper to block their faces form the mob. She grabbed Walker with her other free hand and did the same. This did not stop the men from coming up so close she could feel their breath. 

Aaron did his best to keep them away from her as she shepherded the children towards the parking lot.

"Leave Mommy alone!" Walker cried, trying a karate-chop wich Idina quickly stopped.

Why had Aaron parked so far away?

"Idina can you comment on..."

She tuned them out, kept her expression neutral. It was easier when she was on the phone. 

"Do you have your pictures?" she asked finally when they reached her car. Aaron unlocked the door and she ushered the children into the back and quickly closed it behind them. "We would like to leave, so please move out of the way." 

No one did as she asked as she went to the passenger's seat and Aaron went to the driver's. The paparazzi pounced when she opened the door, all of them trying to get a picture in the back. She elbowed one of them away.

"That's assault!" he cried. "You saw that she assaulted me. You can't touch me miss," he continued, ranting as she contemplated how to get in and close the door without them trying to get in with her.

"Get back from the car or I will call the police," she threatened. They knew she would do it.

"We're doing nothing illegal, miss," one of them said.

"Just our job, just our job," chimed in another.

"You can't legally block my car," she informed them, " so take a step back."

She pulled out her phone. A few of the smart ones took a step back, but the camera flashes increased a tenfold. 

Idina quickly slipped into the car. The tainted windows did little to stop the lights, however, she knew at least that they could not get pictures of Erika and Walker. She looked back at them. Walker was glaring daggers and Erika was hiding her eyes from the flashes.

"I can't get out with them by the back," Aaron said quietly.

"I'm calling the police," Idina said. She turned to the back. "Are you guys okay?"

They both nodded and she dialled 911.

She explained her situation to the officer, emphasizing that she had two minors in the car. They informed her that they would the airport security there in no time and shed if she felt comfortable hanging up, assuring her it was fine if she didn't.

She was about to say she was okay with hanging up when a paparazzo came around to the front of the car and started taking pictures.

"The sun shield!" Aaron said quickly as Idina updated the operator on what was happening

Aaron turned back and Walker handed him the sun shield. Together, she and Aaron put it up, hoping to block whatever angles they were getting. 

There was a loud commotion from outside and someone banged on the car.

"Just our job!" She could hear them yelling. "Just our job, no need to be mean."

She contemplated giving them the finger, but then that would be something they would sell. So she didn't.

"Mommy, can we go now?" Walker asked.

"Soon, love," she said. She looked passed him out the back. They were still crowded around the vehicle.  "You good Erika?"

"Yeah," the girl replied, but she sounded shaken.

"I'll keep you safe," Walker announced, picking up on her tone. "With my ninja skills!" He karate-chopped the back of the seat. Letting him watch Katarte Kid had been a mistake.

Erika chuckled, charmed. "Thanks, Walker."

"When we get home, can you show me your ninja skills?" Walker asked.

"Uh, sure," Erika replied, taken by surprise. 

"Awesome," said the boy. He pulled out a toy form the seatback pocket and started making truck noises.

At least they were getting along.

Idina sat back and ran her hand through her hair in exasperation. When would airport security get here?

"There should be someone coming in about ten minutes," the operator said.

"Okay," replied Idina. "Thank you."

"No problem, Mrs. Menzel."

This time, Idina hung up. There was nothing left to do but wait.