I just wanted to thank everyone for the reviews to It Only Hurts When I Breathe, I'm really proud of that story. This fic is extremely short, pointless, but I thought the concept was hilarious and I promised it to agentspade so here it is!
Disclaimer: Only in my many dreams do I own the show. The plot, however, is the product of an overactive imagination.
Title: Without A Food
Spoilers: Unless you don't want to know about Martin's eating habits, or the characters' names then its spoiler free.
"Hospitals across the globe are seeing a major increase in cases of malnutrition as millions of people are boycotting food. Apparently these people are protesting the amount of time between the season finale and season premiere of a popular crime drama Without A Trace. The show follows an FBI team in their search for missing people.
"Scenes much like these are occurring outside thousands of restaurants and supermarkets." The news footage cut to a group of protesters outside a restaurant.
"Without a food! Without a food!" Crowds chanted angrily, waving signs with messages such as 'Without Food for Without a Trace'.
Martin flipped off the television screen and turned back towards his coworkers. The team was silent a few moments before bursting out in uncontrollable laughter.
"Hey Martin, bet you couldn't ever do that!" Danny joked, lightly punching his friend.
"He couldn't go three hours without food," Sam joined in.
Martin just smiled good heartedly, taking the jokes, yet knowing they were true.
"Wish I could do that and not gain a pound," Viv piped up, only now able to control her laughter.
"Same here," Sam replied.
"Okay guys," Martin pleaded, but he was unable to wipe the smile off his face.
"Why would people boycott food?" Viv asked, not so subtly changing the topic. "That is insane, its only a TV show!"
"Good show, too," Sam stated.
"You watch it?" Martin inquired incredulously.
"Occasionally," Sam defended. "Some of the cases are a lot like ours."
"Speaking of cases," Jack walked in, only catching the tail end of the conversation, "Megan Hall, seventeen, never made it home from the library." Jack glanced at the others' faces, wondering what he had missed.
The team quickly calmed down and quit laughing. They all took seats and listened as Jack handed out assignments.
"Lets go find her," Jack said, dismissing them.
That's their job, its what they do.
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