Disclaimer: I do not own a thing.
Hey everyone, long time no see, how ya'all doing? After many months of no inspiration to write, I wrote this for my friend Alissa because she's the cupcake queen. I only wrote this as a joke. Hope no one takes it seriously and hopefully I can finish my previous stories this summer. :\
** Hope this silliness makes you smile. **
Flicking his eyes to the ticking clock, Booth sighed and furiously typed his latest case onto the computer. This case in particular got him really fuming from head to toe. All of his taste buds turned sour as pages and pages of various fingerprints and images linking to the fingerprints came into view. He felt his temper beginning to rise. Asking himself several times, "why would someone do such evil thing?" and it happened in the FBI building. It made his blood boil, his tempter short. Bones didn't understand why he was taking this particular case so emotional. When he had discovered the incident himself, he was so shocked to even form words, Sweets had been called to the scene to talk to the angry agent, but Booth swore to never give up and to search for the criminal. So far, he had three suspects, but they all had alibies. He felt he was running out of time. Taking the last sip of coffee, he breathed in and waited for the search bar to stop. He was so sure that he had the victim now. Forensics weren't willing to help him crack this case, but he didn't let that bother him. He needed to find the person, before it was too late, before they committed the same crime again. Oh how he missed the victim. It seemed like he had just laid his eyes upon it just a few hours ago. Hearing the beep from the computer indicating that it had found a match. He starred at the picture of his co-worker in shock and pushed himself from the chair and walked towards her office. Devastated that one of his kind had done such thing.
"Alissa Lima, I am placing you under, bakery arrest for the consumption of the cupcakes with my name on them. You do not have to say a word, and if you do have something to say, say it to the baker,"
Alissa starred at the agent in confusion and shock, "Agent Booth, What are you doing?" she asked.
"You. Ate. My. Cupcake. MY CUPCAKE!" he screamed… "MY CUPCAKE! The nice, specially made for me cupcake! It might not be a felony that this country has…but it is a moral felony to me," he said.
"But…I am sorry," she said, "I will buy you another one, it's okay there is more,"
Booth took a step back in shock and threw his hands to his heart, "it wouldn't be the same!" he cried and left her office.
The End….. =P LoL.