(Disclaimer: I don't own Bones. What just happened? I wasn't planning another Bones story. I considered briefly putting this with my other Bones one shot, very similar concept, but this is hopefully the only other one I'm writing, so it seemed better to keep them separate.)
Hodgins had done some very strange things when he visited Zack, the weirdest still being bringing the baby walker in. So Zack wasn't surprised when Hodgins came in with a bottle of red liquid and said, "Say hello to victory."
Hodgins set the bottle on the table and sat down.
"What is it?" Zack asked.
""Hot sauce. Opie's grandma made it. . ." Hodgins explained. He stopped when he saw Zack's confused look. "Finn Abernathy is Opie," he sighed. "I've mentioned him before right?"
"He's the one suspected for killing his step father," Zack replied.
"That's the one," Hodgins agreed.
Zack's replacements had been brought up years before and Hodgins made sure to tell him a little about them. Usually it was just a little, but then situations like this happened where they came up again.
"Anyway," Hodgins continued, "Finn doesn't know how to make this hot sauce, so I figured it out. I got most of the molecular components, and I think I found the mystery ingredient. But, I know what it's supposed to taste like, I need a second opinion before I tell Finn."
"You want me to taste test hot sauce?" Zack asked.
Hodgins nodded.
After the realization hands with 60% function and gloves were not made for opening hot sauce bottles, Hodgins popped the top and Zack tried some.
"This is good," Zack told him.
"Yes! I've got to tell Finn. Or make him taste it, he probably won't believe it otherwise," Hodgins rambled on a little while Zack looked a the bottle and took another sip of hot sauce. "You know, maybe we could market it."
"You still don't have your fortune back?" Zack asked.
"Pelant drained it, I doubt I'm getting it back," Hodgins answered.
Zack took another sip of hot sauce, looking thoughtful.
"You told me not to look into anything involving Pelant," he said.
"And you still shouldn't," Hodgins said. "Dr. Brennan got outside help, and he was eaten by wolves."
It was shortly after that happened Hodgins had told Zack not to get involved.
"I won't get eaten by wolves," Zack assured him, rather flatly.
He started to tip the hot sauce bottle up, but this time Hodgins stopped him.
"Woah, woah," Hodgins said, grabbing the bottle. Zack let go. "Don't drink the whole thing. This," Hodgins held up the bottle, "has to go back to the Jeffersonian."