Hello! Thanks for all the comments. Love to hear you're enjoying the story. Now, Aria might seem a little, um...different, but please don't think she's a whore. She is only protecting those she cares about. you'll understand when you read. I just wanted to clear that up before hand. Other than that, enjoy!


The customs office was packed. The lines were long, stretching for what seemed like days. Face handed the passports out, only skimming the pictures of each. After an hour, Aria wished she had bought a book off the bargain rack at the convenience stand before they got in line. Finally, Hannibal and Face got to the front of the lines. They went through with no problems, leaving the way clear for Murdock and B.A., and waiting about 20 feet behind the customs desks.

Murdock and B.A. stepped up to the counters, handing the the customs officer their passports. They were cool and collected, not showing the slightest hint of nervousness, or the fact that they were wanted federal fugitives. Aria had to give it to them, if it were her that were wanted, she'd be sweating like a whore in church. Everything was going okay, until the customs officer inspecting B.A. asked him his name.

"Rabbi Binky Rabinowits?" Both of the boys looked at each other, sensing trouble. Aria wanted to kill Face at that moment.

"You're from Tanzania. My mother's from Tanzania." The customs officer started to talk to Murdock in Swahili. Murdock glanced around, eyes darting form object to object.

"Oh, shit." Aria murmured from her place in line, right after Murdock.

The man asked Murdock questions in Swahili, Murdock still looking around. Aria could see Face and Hannibal planning on how they were going to get out of the situation in the background when an idea struck her to give Murdock some time.

"Oh!" She uttered quite loudly as she "accidentally" dropped her passport.

Aria bent over to get it, revealing her lovely, creamy breast to the customs officer. He was momentarily distracted from Murdock, as was the one working with B.A. She "accidentally" kicked it away from her, making her turn around, letting them get a very nice view of her rear end. She picked up her passport, knowing that Murdock had thought of something in those few seconds.

Actually, when Murdock heard Aria drop her passport, he looked too. What he saw made him wish he wasn't in a customs office, but a bedroom with only them in it. It seemed as if the world had stopped when those amazing bosoms greeted the world. After a second, he realized she was giving him time. He racked his brain, knowing he knew Swahili, somewhere in there. He pulled off his yarmulke Then it hit him! He answered the customs officer, even speaking with him a little, before heading back towards Face and Hannibal.

Aria went up to the officer, having no problems, other than a naughty wink to deal with. She smiled sweetly, picking up her bag and headed back to join her boys.

"You speak Swahili?" Face asked as they hurried to get out of there.

"You don't?" Murdock retorted, clearly mad at Face for getting the passports mixed up.

"Nice distraction." B.A. told her has the headed down the boarding ramp.

"Shut up!" Aria punched B.A. in the arm. He rubbed the spot where she had hit him, laughing.

They walked down the ramp to what appeared to be a large red boat. B.A. kept going on about how much safer it was to Murdock in front of her, while Face and Hannibal were talking about the plan behind her. She started to snicker as she heard Face shush Hannibal.

"You know Bosco, hopefully one day we'll get you over your fear of flying." Murdock told B.A. as they got to the end of the ramp.

"What? That ain't a boat!" That was all he was able to get out before Murdock injected him with a sedative, letting him fall to the ground. Face, Hannibal, and Aria rushed over to catch the big man before he became a heap of dead weight.

"Just not today."

"Murdock, do you remember what I told you? You have to catch him after you inject him."

"-after you inject him." Face and Hannibal finished together. Aria just groaned and rolled her head back. It was going to be hell getting him on that plane in those heels.

"My bad." They managed to get B.A. on the plane with little trouble, strapping him to a seat next to theirs.

"Twenty bucks says Murdock sits next to Ri." Face told Hannibal as he put his bags in an overhead bin.

"No, no."

"Aw, why not?"

"Because you know he will."

Hannibal started laughing as, sure enough, Murdock claimed the seat next to Aria by putting his bag in the bin over her head. The started talking in Romanian, neither one of the other men understanding a word. They all sat down, buckling their seat belts, and preparing for take-off. Aria turned to him.

"Please, let me do something to you." Aria asked, a devious look in her eye.

"Uh, what?" Thousands of possibilities raced through his mind, none of them clean.

"Just, trust me, ok?"

"Alright." He nodded, closing his eyes and expecting the worst.

Aria took her hands and messed up his perfect hair. That had been driving her insane since she saw it in the car on the way to the customs office. When she was done, she moved backward to get a good look at her handiwork. She nodded, liking it. It was more...Murdock. It was sticking up in a few places, but it worked.

"Are you done?" Murdock inquired, letting one eye open just a bit.

"Yes. Thank you! That's been bugging me since we were in the car!"

"My hair was bugging you?"

"Yeah. It just wasn't..you. You owe me, you know."

"How do I owe you?" Murdock looked at her, the image of her "distraction" still fresh in his mind.

"I know you saw me when I 'dropped' my passport. I should be telling Face he owes me, too." Aria looked over at the man in question.

"Eh..."

"Eh...nothing. You get to be my personal pillow for the next 10 hours. Or at least until we get to the freighter." Aria closed her eyes, ready for a nice long nap.

"That's not too bad. I think I can handle it." She rested her head on his shoulder, the scent of her perfume wafting over to him.

"That's not all. It's just for-" She yawned. "Ah- for starters." Next thing Murdock knew, she was breathing heavily, fast asleep.

"I think I can handle that." Murdock settled in for a well-deserved nap too.