Here's another one! Possible pairings are possibly presenting themselves in this chapter! -wink-
Also, thanks to those who reviewed last chapter!
We had finished up with the Texas case and were finally heading back to Rhode Island. Steve and Tango were driving back with the two TAPS vans and the rest of us were flying back. Our flight didn't board until two hours, so we killed time by just walking around. Or trying to. I was still half asleep and every now and then someone had to steer me away from running into something. I was thankful to finally board the plane and finally get some sleep. However, we sort of had to work out seating. Our tickets had paired me with Grant and Kris with Jason.
"Let's switcheroo!" I said in a random burst of hyperness.
"Oh, but don't you want to sit with your husband?" asked someone behind me. I turned to see the flight attendant.
"Husband?" I asked incredulously. The others looked amused. I grinned at a mischievous thought in my head. "He's not my husband, he's my boyfriend. That's my husband." I pointed at Jason, who gave me a "what the freak are you doing?" look. The flight attendant gaped. I pointed at Kris. "She's my boyfriend's wife. We're all swingers!"
Grant sat in the window seat looking like he was going to laugh and cry at the same time. "Felina, you're not sitting with me. Switch with Jay."
"Ooh, kinky!" I said, and plopped down next to Kris, who was hiding her face and laughing silently. The flight attendant just closed her mouth and walked past us. It was funny because all through the flight, whenever the flight attendant would pass us, she avoided eye contact and had once witnessed Jason rubbing Grant on the knee in an attempt to freak her out. It worked. She accidentally spilled about half a can of Sprite on Grant. Pssh, yeah right. Or she just dropped the can. What made it more priceless was when Grant stood up to go clean off in the lavatory and Jason had asked if he needed help, and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. The flight attendant blanched and then high-tailed it out of there. Kris and I were practically leaning against each other and laughing at Jay and G's antics, which freaked out the lady even more. When the plane touched down at the airport and we were let off, there was no sign of that flight attendant.
"That was the weirdest flight I've ever been on!" said Grant, as we waited for our luggage in baggage claim. "Where did you come up with that, Felina?"
"I have no idea. I wasn't fully awake." I yawned. "And last night CSI was about swingers. So I put two and two together." Grant frowned.
"How does…" Jason started to say, but then exchanged glances with Grant and Kris. "…Nevermind." When Steve and Tango came to pick us up, I hitched a ride with Steve.
"How'd the flight go?" asked Steve once we hit the road again.
"It was great. We all pretended to be swingers. It was awesome." Slowly, my eyelids started to droop. Steve slammed on the brakes to avoid rear-ending the other TAPS van. He looked at me, wide-eyed.
"What?"
"Awesome, dude. You should've been there. Grant won the wet T-shirt contest. And a chick was totally digging us..." As I talked, my head tilted back further. The last thing I remembered before I fell asleep was the touch of a finger brushing a strand of hair out of my face.
To be continued...