Take me out to the Ball Game
Disclaimer: I don't one them, I wish I did, I will return them to their rightful owners when I am finished playing with them. The only money made off this comes from the money I make standing behind my cash register at work.
Author's note: This is my first attempt at writing fan-fic. Feedback is requested and appreciated. Rated: G, this is also a non-shipper story, I just can't think of a way to get a big orange oriole and Miss Parker together.
Her staccato heels gave a brief warning before she breezed into the lab.
"Any news from the lab rat?"
"Well M-m-iss Parker we don't have any definite leads yet..." stuttered Broots
"But we did receive this package this morning and it seems to be Jarod's handwriting" broke in Sydney forestalling the expected response from Miss Parker.
"Well open it Broots."
"We did, all it contains is 4 tickets to a baseball game in Baltimore"
"Well boys get your gloves and hats we heading to Baltimore"
"But, Miss Parker there is one extra ticket, does that mean Mr. Lyle will be joining us?"
"My thumbless, brainless brother will not be joining us just burn the other ticket for all I care."
" Mr. Broots, why don't we go by and pick Debbie up from her babysitter, I am sure she would enjoy going to a ball game with her daddy"
"Yeah Broots, bring Debbie along. It can be a learning experience."
"L-l-earning experience" Broots managed to stutter out, just thinking of what Debbie could possibly learn was frightening. "Wouldn't she get in the way if we capture Jarod, I really don't want her to see that."
"Well then, Broots, you can stay with her in the car, and keep her away from most of the action."
"I guess it would be okay, I have been meaning to take her out for a while"
"Okay lets stop staring at each other like idiots, Jarod could be getting away as we speak." And with that Miss Parker breezed out the lab door clearly expecting Broots and Sydney to follow.
"I have a bad feeling about this," groaned Broots.
"What could be more innocent than a baseball game?" questioned Sydney.
"Innocent with Miss Parker, we will be lucky if they let us into the gate with out any questions."
Disclaimer: I don't one them, I wish I did, I will return them to their rightful owners when I am finished playing with them. The only money made off this comes from the money I make standing behind my cash register at work.
Author's note: This is my first attempt at writing fan-fic. Feedback is requested and appreciated. Rated: G, this is also a non-shipper story, I just can't think of a way to get a big orange oriole and Miss Parker together.
Her staccato heels gave a brief warning before she breezed into the lab.
"Any news from the lab rat?"
"Well M-m-iss Parker we don't have any definite leads yet..." stuttered Broots
"But we did receive this package this morning and it seems to be Jarod's handwriting" broke in Sydney forestalling the expected response from Miss Parker.
"Well open it Broots."
"We did, all it contains is 4 tickets to a baseball game in Baltimore"
"Well boys get your gloves and hats we heading to Baltimore"
"But, Miss Parker there is one extra ticket, does that mean Mr. Lyle will be joining us?"
"My thumbless, brainless brother will not be joining us just burn the other ticket for all I care."
" Mr. Broots, why don't we go by and pick Debbie up from her babysitter, I am sure she would enjoy going to a ball game with her daddy"
"Yeah Broots, bring Debbie along. It can be a learning experience."
"L-l-earning experience" Broots managed to stutter out, just thinking of what Debbie could possibly learn was frightening. "Wouldn't she get in the way if we capture Jarod, I really don't want her to see that."
"Well then, Broots, you can stay with her in the car, and keep her away from most of the action."
"I guess it would be okay, I have been meaning to take her out for a while"
"Okay lets stop staring at each other like idiots, Jarod could be getting away as we speak." And with that Miss Parker breezed out the lab door clearly expecting Broots and Sydney to follow.
"I have a bad feeling about this," groaned Broots.
"What could be more innocent than a baseball game?" questioned Sydney.
"Innocent with Miss Parker, we will be lucky if they let us into the gate with out any questions."