"You again." Leigh Harrison seriously considered simply turning around and going back into the stewards' station and getting another drink.
The squawker twitched nervously, the blonde beside him giving the stewardess a filthy look. Leigh didn't care. "Yes," he admitted, glancing down before looking at the blonde, before looking back at the attendant.
The obnoxious female tilted her head. "Is there a problem?" she demanded.
Leigh didn't have time for these idiots. "Go sit in your seats, and stay there," she ordered, glaring at the man.
"Leigh, don't you know who this is?" a disbelieving voice asked at her shoulder.
"Yes," she returned sharply, glaring at the detective wannabe. "The man who ruined the last flight he was on."
Bobby shook his head, giving the small man a look of deep respect, his tone near reverent. "Adrian Monk managed to prove the murder of Barbara Chabroul and Bernard Kanfer. Stefan Chabroul was guilty of both – he was arrested at the airport when Mr. Monk successfully delayed the flight to Paris."
The sharp-dressed man shrugged. "In the airport, she had to stand on her toes to kiss him, and once she was on the airplane, she did not."
The insufferable blonde smirked smugly. "We'll just go to our seats now. Come on, Adrian." Turning, she sashayed off, the detective trailing behind her, leaving a speechless stewardess and admiring security guard behind her.
Fanfiction: the art of fixing stories. Or, In Which Adrian Gets Some Credit, and Sharona Gets Revenge.