A/N: Hiya! This is my third story in the wondrous world of FanFiction and I must say I love it! Anyways, enough about that, this story is pretty much entirely dedicated to my new and absolutely amazing friend, xxmentalistxxspooksxx. I suppose you could say that this story is 'Twinned' (if that's the right term?) with their version of this story, Alphabet of Fluff. I'm sure hers is a million times better than mine will be, but I'm going to try my best! The original idea belongs to xxmentalistxxspooksxx, and please be sure to check out her story if you have the time! It's awesome! :D
Disclaimer: You know the drill. It's still not mine. :D
A for Aeroplane:
The engine of the small aircraft rattled noisily to life. The front propeller slowly started to rotate, getting faster and faster by the second. The CBI team were fully strapped in and ready for their flight. Well…Almost all of them.
To say that Teresa Lisbon was ready was the understatement of the century. Even sitting right at the front of the plane near the emergency exits, she was ill at ease and her heart was aching as it continuously hammered inside her chest. She wasn't going to forgive Hightower any time soon…
Their presence had been requested in Miami for some important meeting or other. Although, truthfully, none of them knew exactly what the reason was, as Lisbon had been too preoccupied with trying to stop Jane carrying out his latest escapade to pay any real attention to Hightower's explanation. Thinking it would be easier for them to travel via plane to their destination, Hightower had arranged for a small, yet efficient plane to pick them up.
It appeared slightly rickety and unstable at a glance. The wheels looked worryingly small for such a plane, despite its small build. It felt like they would snap off if the tiniest bit of pressure was added to the current weight. The paint work was scratched and chipped off in places, and it came in a bright shade of red, much to Jane's distaste.
Now, here they were several minutes later, strapped into a metal shell that could apparently fly and looked like a model that had been built by a nine year old in his bedroom. Lisbon had always had a prominent fear of flying, and she'd never told anyone so not one person knew. That wouldn't last long though. She knew it was inevitable that within seconds Jane would've figured her out and would no doubt be making fun of her in front of the whole team.
She sat rigidly in the chair next to him, despite her half-hearted words of protest. The thin layer of perspiration that was accumulating on her forehead wasn't helping. The whiteness of her knuckles as she gripped the seat and her rapid breathing were practically screaming 'fear'. She may as well have been waving a flag saying 'I'm scared!' above her head.
As expected, when the plane began to move and begin its ascent into the sunny, Californian sky, a wave of panic and nausea washed over her. Jane, noticing her discomfort, glanced over at her to find her emerald eyes closed and her face a ghostly white. Raising an eyebrow, he put two and two together and reached his conclusion. Wow. Was The Incredible Teresa Lisbon scared? Of a plane?
Suddenly, the plane jolted and she gasped quietly as the plane shuddered and then continued to climb steadily towards the clouds. In a blind moment of panic, she shot her hand out and grabbed the nearest thing to her: Jane's hand. However, she didn't seem to notice, or even care, and neither did he. In fact, if he was being totally honest to himself, he had been waiting for something like this to happen for quite some time.
After a minute or so, she finally seemed to notice and opened her eyes and glanced down awkwardly at their hands. She didn't pull away though. Instead, she glanced up at him and stared deep into his blue eyes, trying to convey her feelings into her stare. He smiled at her and she smiled in return, feeling his fingers twine with hers on the seat in the middle of them. Almost instantly, her heart rate slowed and she calmed down considerably.
His warmth seeped into her skin, warming her body and making her feel more loved than she had in years.
Wow, cheesy or what? ;D I do love a bit of romance! Reviews are like cookies; they make me extremely happy! XD (In case you haven't noticed, cookies are my favourite biscuit! :D)