HAHAHAHAHAHA! Trust me that's what you'll be thinking when you finnish reading this too (and not in a 'oh jolly good show chap' kind of way, more like 'oh dear god please smote me down where I stand'...cha?) Yup this has to be one of the randomest things I have ever created! And I've been getting a bit of anti-Jorden feedback...GIVE THE GIRL A CHANCE!!...ok so she has issues...

Enjoy anyway lads :p

"Attention. All passengers on flight 473 to Brisbane, Australia, please make your way to the boarding area."

Jorden jerked awake and looked around wildly, their flight to Illinois had been delayed and she had fallen asleep waiting. When she looked up and finally glanced towards her new partner, and noticed that Kate was watching her quite intently.

"That's really quite undignified you know" said Lewis before she had a chance to speak. Jorden's eyebrow rose is a questioning manner. Lewis pointed to her shirt; Jorden slipped her hand down and carefully felt around her collar bone, eventually feeling a wet spot. She looked down, and summarised that she must have been drooling in her sleep.

"Ahem", Jorden cleared her throat loudly and turned away, avoiding Kate's gaze. She had let her guard down and look what happened.

"It's ok you know" smiled Kate kindly.

"What is?"

Kate followed Jorden's lead and cleared her throat, "To be human, to let your guard down". Jorden frowned, how did she know that what she had been thinking? She grimaced, "No. It's not ok" Kate didn't say anything.

"Because when you let your guard down," continued Currand, "people get hurt. People die."

"Not everything comes down to that!" said Kate through gritted teeth, not wanting to cause a scene in the busy airport. Jorden's face had not changed a bit since she had woken up, it was as though she had woken up but her body hadn't quite yet. She was so calm and collected – it almost scared Kate.

Jorden laughed coolly, but Kate didn't miss her nostrils flaring slightly,

"It amazes me how little you know about being an FBI agent, Lewis"

This woman was really getting to Kate. She could feel her face turning beetroot red and imagined steam pouring out of her ears, like in all those lame cartoons,

"And what exactly makes you think that you know any better than me, Currand?"

"Ok then. For one…you've turned purple…" smirked Jorden as she stood up and pulled her jacket on. "Oh, and just in case you're a little touchy about those flaky nails and their two dollar corner store polish as well, you should borrow these" she threw a pair of black leather gloves into Lewis's lap and walked away. Kate fumed as she shoved the Italian leather gloves into a nearby bin and watched the queen bitch walk away. It was that that point that Kate noticed the only slightly good thing about Agent Jorden Pacy-Currand – she had a really nice butt. Kate decided that now because of this she hated her that little bit more, she slumped into chair and stewed, making a personal note to herself how much she would regret throwing those gloves away later.

Three hours passed and Kate downed four cups of coffee and a can of diet coke. She sat in her chair for half that time until her legs started to go numb, plus whoever had picked the music playing in the departures lounge was a big Jackson 5 fan… man she hated anything and everything Michael Jackson. Eventually as the four hour mark came and went she found herself in the airport lounge pitted against a drunken old man in a game of pool. She was winning, sinking four balls in oppose to his one…and a half.

Jorden was furious. She stormed into the bar, knocking a short man in green out of the way. She didn't know why, but Kate Lewis really gave her the shits. She had always been such a collected person, but in the day that she had known Lewis, every time that they spoke she wanted to yell and scream and wear pink lipstick. She shuddered – oh how she hated all things Lewis and all things pink. There was only one other person alive who did this to Jorden, and he was a ghost from the ancient past. She sat down heavily on the only free bar stool and demanded a straight whiskey from the bartender. Jorden looked into her glass, just staring and collecting her thoughts…the clock ticked on and on and eventually her alcoholic meditation was interrupted by a hard knock to her elbow.

"Hey watch it!" she said harshly, without looking up to see who she was abusing.

"Gee I'm really sorry" said a very high squeaky voice.

"Hey, that's cheating! You can't wait till you think I'm not looking and put the ball in a hole!" she yelled angrily, what was it national 'Beat up on Kate Day' today or something?

"Bah! Ididndonuffinlikedatpredyl-ddy" he jabbered

Kate didn't have the patience to fight him on this one…right now he was her best friend, "Fine. But it only counts for half a point!" she glared and he smiled happily will all the teeth he could muster.

"Yeh know yeh should just go and talk to him" said a high pitched voice with an Irish accent behind her.

Kate spun around to investigate and found herself looking down at a short red-headed man with a beard, who was wearing a green jacket and pants. Yee-gods, she thought desperately to herself.

"What? Talk to who? The drunk guy?" she asked,

"Your husband o-course" chattered the man.

"Look, I have no idea what you are talking about leprechaun man but I'm not married!"

"Sure, sure lass. You say whatever yeh want!

Lewis conjured her best Pacy-Currand face to try and scare the small man off. Without prevail.

"It's so obvious that you to are fightin' but yeh love him so just kiss and make up!" he winked.

"What-in-god's-name…" began Kate, turning around to see if anybody else was seeing this or if the stress of working with Currand had finally got to her. But when she turned around he was gone.

Jorden looked up, too her shock, terror and slight amusement, a man had just sat down beside her that looked an awful lot like Michael Jackson.

"Aahhh…" stammered Jorden, lost for words for the first time in many years.

"Hey you look troubled" said 'Michael' kindly, "you wanna talk about it?"

"Umm…it's just…no I'm all good thanks, it's just been a long day"

The man smiled again through his tightly curled mask of hair, "I know exactly what you mean, I've been in your shoes before" he said.

Jorden half smiled, "you know that actually kind of helps…"

"I'm not finished yet!" said the man testily, " I mean don't you just hate it when you want to invite one of your child-friends over for a sleepover and then everybody gets all up at you for it?"

Jorden was afraid. Very afraid. "Agggghhh…nnn-"

"Still not finished! And then everybody chases you around and won't let you hold babies out of windows! I bet you know just how I feel." He finally finished and looked at Pacy-Currand hopefully.

"Sure I do" she smiled, her mind desperately searching for an escape route.

"Hey, they just called my flight! I better get going" she laughed awkwardly

"But they didn't announce any flig –"

Jorden smiled desperately, "sixth sense?"

He didn't say anything, just kept looking at her; oh he just kept on looking.

"I hope all you issues sort out…uh…brother" she said and clapped him on the back in a friendly way.

"Hey. No touching!"

Eventually both agents got around to boarding the flight. As they stowed their bags and took their adjoining seats at the window somehow, they felt closer and although they never expected it to happen they were actually glad to see each other.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking – welcome aboard!"

See what I mean? REVEIW GODDAM YOU!! Haha shudup it's 3:09 pm and like -3 degrees in my thermal underwear -.-

NEW CHAPTER COMING SOON!