Summary: Hodges + Burrito Bad Times.
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine and if CBS wants to come after me, they can hook up with the Columbia Records and Tapes guy. He's been after my ass for years.
A/N: The prompt for this double drabble is 445 Explosive Device.
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"I still don't understand why you did it." Henry said, shaking his head. "I mean, we all know what happens when you eat Mexican food," he continued, gesturing to the people walking by the lab. "It isn't pretty."
Grimacing and holding his stomach Hodges muttered, "Of course you don't understand. Your social interactions are limited to shuffleboard with your nana."
Raising his hands up in defense, Henry said, "Hey, don't be all pissed at me because you're having intestinal issues."
Hodges sighed, gathering the strength to answer. "She wanted to go to Viva Mercados, and this was my chance to make it up to her after the, well, you know…the game piece debacle…" he trailed off, resting his head on the table.
"And you couldn't suggest to Wendy somewhere else for lunch? Because of you being a coward we're going to have to call Brass and report a 445."
While Hodges knew most of the crime codes, in his weakened state, a 445 was not ringing any bells. "A 445?" he asked.
Walking into the lab and hearing the end part of their conversation, trying desperately not to laugh, Wendy grinned and said, "A 445 deals with an Explosive Device."