A/N: This is a super, shot, one-shot. Just because I'm tired of BONES not being on. It SUCKS! Do you hear me FOX? It S-U-C-K-S...SUCKS!
"I hate it. I hate it. I hate it." Doctor Jack Hodgins looked up from his microscope at the aggravated voice of his friend and colleague, Angela Montenegro. The artist pushed a hand through her raven hair, and blew out a long, loud sigh. "I hate it," she repeated, throwing herself into a nearby chair.
"What do you hate, Angela?" Hodgins asked, sitting down on the edge of his stool.
"TV," she replied simply.
"All of TV? What about all those shows you watch? CSI, Men in Trees, and that reality show?"
"That's just it," Angela told him. "My favorite show in the whole wide world hasn't been on for weeks."
"Canceled?"
"God, no. The stupid, freakin' World Series is on," she complained.
"What's wrong with the World Series?" Special Agent Seeley Booth asked as he and the Jeffersonian anthropologist walked past the talking couple.
"Nothing's wrong with it," Angela said. "If you like baseball."
"Well, I happen to like baseball."
"Yeah, but I bet your favorite show got pushed aside to watch a bunch of men running around in a circle with tight pants on."
"I would have thought you would have liked that part of baseball," Doctor Temperance Brennan threw in.
"Normally, yes I would. Give me a football game and I'm there. But baseball is just too much like real life."
"Oh? How do you figure that?" Booth questioned.
"Well, look at what baseball is. A group of men stepping up to the plate, which is like a man approaching a woman. Then he swings, just like when a woman asks a question and then waits for him to answer. Either he misses and he's out, or he gets to first base. Anyhow, he runs in a circle, which is how most men live their lives, and then makes it home. Dirty, sweaty and then doesn't even offer to clean." Booth and Hodgins both crossed their arms over their chests.
"I don't think that's a fair statement, Angela," Hodgins said.
"Yeah, that's like saying all women love high heel shoes and would rather watch a drama than an action film."
"Why are we talking about baseball, anyhow?" Brennan asked.
"Because they took off my favorite show," Angela huffed.
"I'm sure it'll be back on soon."
"That's not the point. The point is the leading guy is dreamy, and damn it, I miss watching the sexual tension."
"You don't get enough of that hear?" Hodgins asked, glancing briefly at Booth and Brennan.
"It's not the same, Jack. And to make matters even more worst, the actor was suppose to be on Rachael Ray on Wednesday, but the stupid network broke in for the stupid Presidential Special report."
"I hardly think the Presidential speech was stupid," Brennan said.
"Maybe not, but why did he have to do it when he did? Why not wait until night? Wouldn't more people have watched?" Hodgins, Booth and Brennan all laughed at Angela's pouting.
"It's not that bad," Hodgins tried to comfort.
"But it is. I'm beginning to have withdrawal. The only thing that's kept me sane has been this website I found that people write fictions based on TV shows. Lucky for me, there's some really good writers."