Here is a fun, ultra short one shot for Christmas that allows us to smile at consequences for actions long past. I hope you enjoy this one. Happy Holidays. Gregg.
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"Okay Special Agent Studly," Angela came up to Booth in a not terribly happy mood. "Where is my Hodgie?" she demanded.
"What makes you think I know?" Booth asked, cool as a cucumber. Inside he was secretly laughing his ass off.
"Oh, I don't know," Angela said in an airy tone. "Maybe the fact that you spent this entire week leading up to this Lab Christmas party threatening him bodily harm if he did anything that even might get us quarantined like seven years ago."
"Booth," Bones came up to them, walking unsteadily now that the baby was due any day now. "Why is Dr. Hodgins in a straight jacket, tied to a chair, and with some apparatus with a baby bottle nipple taped to his mouth?" she asked.
"What?" Angela screamed. She turned to Booth with an angry look in her eyes. "What did you do?"
Booth smiled widely. He guided Angela to the area where he had Hodgins situated. Yep. There he was. All trussed up in a straight jacket, cuffed and stuffed. Above his head was a five gallon bottle of water with a tube from the bottom to a baby bottle nipple that was trust into Hodgins' mouth and taped there with some good old Gorilla Tape. He made his way over to Hodgins and clapped a hand on the shoulder of the very angry conspiracy nut.
"I did warn him, Angela," Booth told her. "But he had to break into the egg nog, which I warned him was strictly off limits. So he needed to be punished. This way he gets to see the party and drink all the refreshing water he wants." He smiled even wider when he heard the angry, muffled shouts from Hodgins' mouth. "Hey! Watch that mouth! There are ladies present," he clapped a menacing hand on Hodgins' shoulder.
Angela turned to Brennan. "Deal with this," she told her. "I want to be able to catch Hodgie under the Mistletoe tonight!" she said in a huff as she stormed off.
Bones, who found the whole thing amusing, went over to Booth. "Just don't hurt him, Booth," she told him, gave him a kiss, and then went back to the party.
Booth smiled as he watched the love of his life walk away. Then he was brought back to the here and now with more angry muffled curses from Hodgins. He leaned down and glared.
"I told you no egg nog, but you didn't listen, Hodgins," he told him. "Now sit here, drink your water, and I might let you loose around midnight. Have fun, Hodgins!" He walked a few feet and then turned. "Oh, yeah! Merry Christmas!"
Hodgins sat there, cursing up a storm in his mind, but knowing that he was on the receiving ends of that old phrase Payback is a Bitch! One measly Christmas in quarantine and he was banned from egg nog for life? It was so unfair!
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this short one. Gregg.