The Loch Ness Syndrome: Zed's Fishing Trip

Part 3: Are We There Yet??

The flight was nearing an end and the agents had driven each other half crazy. They couldn't have lasted another hour. Yazmine was fine once they had crossed the Atlantic but had found that sitting in Zeeltor's lap the whole way had gotten them some rather unwanted attention. Humans gossiped WAY too much and were either unaware of how to whisper properly or honestly didn't care.

One woman in particular was getting on Yazmine's nerves. "And I remember that when I was a young woman in my prime it wasn't considered ladylike to be so forward with a man." the obnoxious woman whispered to the person next to her who had her nose in a book.

The woman just nodded and pushed up her glasses, she didn't seem to be interested in the two scientists in front of her. The woman started up again anyways, "I swear, people today have no decency. And you'd think that on a public airline they'd-"

That was the last straw for Yazmine, she jumped up and leaned over her chair, "Look MA'AM I don't know if you've had your hearing checked recently or not but as I recall it's not polite to talk about people behind their backs. ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY CAN HEAR EVERY WORD YOU SAY!!"

Zeeltor, who'd been happily off in his own little world for most of the flight and hadn't noticed all the stares and remarks, snapped back to reality and tried to get his assistant to take her seat. "Yazmine, I really don't think that this is going to solve anything."

"Oh I'm sorry Zeeltor," Yazmine smirked and glared back at the rude woman, "Maybe she didn't mean to be a pompous airhead---MAYBE this old hag just needs a HEARING AID?!"

"Oh dear," Zeeltor cringed, "um, this isn't exactly friendly behavior now is it?"

"I'll show her how 'friendly' I can be." Yazmine snarled. Zeeltor was doing his best to restrain her when Zed started yelling at Jay again.

"JAY! Stop fidgeting around or I'll have you stuck back in cargo until we land!" Zed shouted.

"And if you're a good Junior pilot, Jay... you can get some of those little wings!" Delia snickered. R didn't know what she was talking about, but he laughed anyway.

"Hmph," Jay grumbled, "can't get comfortable in this cramped little space. My seat won't recline, there's zero elbow room, and what the heck is taking the stewardess so long? She didn't even bring me a pillow!"

"Maybe she would've Slick," Kay replied, "if you hadn't been pestering her every five minutes."

"Uh Zed," Zeeltor called, "I'm having a little bit of a problem back here."

"What now?" Zed turned to see Yazmine hanging over the back of her seat ready to deck a plump lady with glasses sitting behind her.

With a groan he called back, "Zeeltor, Yazmine is YOUR assistant and that makes her YOUR problem. Now get her back in her seat!"

Zeeltor looked up with wide eyes at his assistant who was now inches away from the lady's throat. "I-I'll try Sir."

"Fine." Zed turned and slumped back in his chair.

'Please don't take another nap!' R's eyes pleaded.

Delia saw her partner's face and burst out laughing.

"Agent Delia---" Zed grumped from in front of R, "---don't start. I've got a whopper headache already and I don't need you turning it into a migraine."

"Yes Sir," Delia replied sweetly. A mischievous grin spread over her angelic features as she added, "You sound tense Zed. You know, the best thing for that, is a nice…LONG…nap."

R's eyes grew huge until those of his human suit were as large as his real ones. 'NO!'

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