DISCLAIMER: The usual not mine, just playing with them spiel.
A/N: I was going to say 'Vroom Vroom' but I don't really think that's the noise planes make. I'm actually not sure what noise planes make. Oh well.
Anyway, it's 3am here but I've written a chapter for you. Hopefully you'll get a chuckle out of it.
Their plane is to depart from Sacramento at 6am, connecting in Denver before finally arriving in Sheridan, Wyoming shortly after noon.
As they board the plane he takes the window seat without asking her and she's forced to sit in the middle, squished between him and an older woman that is wearing far too much perfume.
She'd purposely kept the ticket for the window seat to herself and he knows that he's being childish but he can't help it, he loves the faces she makes when she's annoyed.
She rolls her eyes at him, shaking her head as she sighs and he just grins back.
The woman beside them takes out her bottle of perfume and gives herself another dosing as the flight attendants go through their pre flight routine. Lisbon wrinkles her nose and sneezes, glaring at him as he hands her a tissue, smirking.
After the plane is in the air and the seat belt signs turn off, she twists to face him, frowning.
"Jane." She warns.
He just grins again and she sits back in her seat mumbling something about hurting him.
He doesn't look out the window once, instead choosing to watch her as she flips through channels on the TV, frustration clouding her features as she loops through a third time with no luck.
Sneezing again, she lifts her hand, discreetly attempting to plug her nose.
He knows they need to have a long talk but he doesn't want to do it on a crowded plane where they can be overheard and will have to censor themselves. When they have this talk, he wants them to be alone, free to say whatever comes to mind at whatever decibel is required.
She rummages through her carry on looking for something to do but only produces a pen and a small notepad.
He watches as she doodles randomly for a while and bites back a laugh when she lets out an unpleased grunt, scribbling furiously against the paper.
She glares at him as he gently grasps her hands, removing the pen and paper, flipping to a fresh page and proceeding to set up a game of hangman.
He listens to her tap her foot impatiently, frustration and annoyance emanating from her in waves.
When he finishes writing out blank spaces for his message, he nudges her with his shoulder and sets the pad of paper between them.
She looks at the paper and then back at him, incredulous.
"Oh come on Lisbon, please? It'll pass the time." He says, grinning wickedly, a mischievous look in his eyes.
"Fine." She mutters. "All the vowels."
_ a _ _ / _ o / _ o i _ / _ _ e / _ i _ e / _ i _ _ / _ _ u _?
He fills the blanks in and crosses the vowels off the list, looking at her to continue.
"R, S and T."
_ a _ t / t o / _ o i _ / t _ e / _ i _ e / _ i _ _ / _ _ u _?
He fills in the T's and draws the beginnings of a stick person. "No R or S." He says, crossing the letters off the list.
"H, and..." She's silent for a moment as she thinks, "L, M, N."
_ a n t / t o / _ o i n / t h e / m i l e / h i _ h / _ l u _?
He fills in the blanks, grinning at the confused look on her face.
As soon as he fills in the rest of 'mile' she groans and whacks him in the arm, grabbing the pad of paper. She flips to a blank page, and quickly sketches down 12 lines.
He doesn't guess letters; he just grabs the pen from her and leans over the arm rest to fill in the blanks himself.
G o t o h e l l J a n e.
He grins proudly, dropping the pen back in her lap.
She rolls her eyes and shoves the pen and paper back into her bag, sneezing yet again as Mrs. Eau de Toilette gets trigger happy with her perfume bottle for a second time.
She looks at her watch and attempts to stifle a yawn. It's still early and the sun is just rising as they fly high above the clouds.
When she sneezes for a fourth time, he finally takes pity on her, lifting the arm rest between them and wrapping an arm around her shoulders to pull her closer.
She stiffens at first but quickly relaxes, leaning into him, turning to bury her face against his neck, breathing deeply and inhaling his scent.
His arm drops to her waist, holding her closely and as she falls asleep she mumbles, "You smell much better than Mrs. Eau de Toilette over there."
Upon hearing this comment, Mrs. Eau de Toilette lifts her gaze from her book, beady eyes glaring at Lisbon's sleeping form.
Jane just smirks. "It's true."
Lisbon is still sound asleep when the seat belt light turns on for their decent into Denver. He's got her upright and buckled by the time she wakes up and he grins at her, running his fingers though her hair to tidy it.
"We're almost in Denver, Sleepyhead."
She grumbles at him and he leans to whisper in her ear.
"It seems Mrs. Eau de Toilette over there has stopped spraying her perfume."
"Wait, how did you?" She pauses trying to figure out how Jane knows the nickname she'd given to their perfume loving seat mate.
"It seems that you talk in your sleep, my dear Lisbon." He teases.
She glances quickly at Mrs. Eau de Toilette and is greeted by her beady eyed stare.
Lisbon reddens and Jane just smiles.
Thankfully when they land in Denver, their perfume spraying friend gets off the plane and they only have to wait for a few others to board before they're heading down the runway, engines rumbling as they become airborne once again.
A/N: I spent this evening with a few kids and a bunch of childish men. Let's just say it had me itching to write a 'pain in the ass' Jane scene.
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