Thank you all for the excellent feedback on the first chapter to this one. While the story may have been fairly extreme, it was a lot of fun to write and I'm glad you all enjoyed it. After five weeks in the hospital for some cardiac issues, I am feeling well enough to add a short addition to this story, while I hope to continue with it further soon. This chapter looks a bit of the day after and how Booth handles it.

Disclaimer: I don't own, or profit from, these characters or franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Seeley Booth was a mess. His stomach felt like someone had plowed into it with a sledgehammer. His throat was raw from the pukefest the day before. He had the horrid aftertaste of Pepto permanently embedded in his taste buds. Junior and the Boys were definitely on strike. And to top it all off his sleep had been...disturbed, to put it mildly, with images of Carolyn, Daisy, and Cullen's secretary all cavorting around in their birthday suits giving him lewd and lascivious looks. And the real kicker with all those images? Bones was right there telling them that he was all theirs to have their wicked, wicked ways with. He'd woken up screaming in terror. He was certain that Bones thought he was totally certifiable at this point. After all, in her mind all she'd done was play an April Fool's joke on him. Unfortunately for him her usual lack of tact and boundaries had even pervaded the playing of jokes, presenting a decidedly vicious streak that wasn't to be believed!

"You look like shit, Studly," Angela Montenegro said from the doorway to his office. She'd had some files that needed to be delivered to Booth, and since she had to be out anyway, she'd volunteered to take them to him instead of tying up the courier service.

Booth was sorely tempted to flip her off, but he was too sick to even manage that. He let out a small groan instead.

"Bren sprung her April Fool's joke on you, huh?" she asked knowingly. When Bren had initially floated the idea she'd been shocked at the audacity, but it held a certain appeal. Now, though, looking at Booth she wasn't so sure how good an idea it had been.

Just thinking about it made Booth's stomach lurch again. He opened a drawer, pulled out a fresh bottle of Pepto and promptly chugged some down. "Now whatever gave you that idea?" he said with as snarky a tone as his ravaged body could muster. "What I'd like to know is who the Hell gave her that idea?" he continued. "I'd love to have a friendly little chat with them and then shoot their kneecaps off!"

"You have to admit it was an interesting joke," she replied, chuckling at the word interesting.

Booth looked at her incredulously. "Interesting?" he shrieked. "I was puking my guts out over images of pleasuring Carolyn, Daisy, and a woman who is a dead ringer for my dearly departed Saintly Grandmother! All the while Bones is in said image telling them I was theirs to have their wicked, wicked ways with!"

After his little rant he felt his stomach bubble again and he chugged some more Pepto. He just knew that the next time he tossed his cookies, which wasn't going to be too much longer at this rate, it would be a grotesque pink if the large amount of Pepto he was chugging was any indicator. He made a mental note to buy a new case of the stuff on the way home from work.

An hour later Booth was finally beginning to settle down and get a little bit of work done. Unfortunately it was at that moment that disaster struck for him. Carolyn came waltzing into his office asking about an evidence file on an active case. All it took was one look and all those horrid images of the night before came crashing back at him. He barely was able to grab his Flyer's trash can and hurl a disgusting load of pink colored Pepto infused vomit right into it. Carolyn, disgusted by the display, said she'd see him later when he was feeling better and left the office.

When Booth's roiling stomach calmed down he leaned back in his chair and groaned. This was a Hell of a mess! He couldn't let this affect his work, but at the moment even the mere sight of Carolyn had caused him to let loose with a cascade of hideously colored vomit! There was only one thing he could do. He had to get those images out of his head! It was time to pay a visit to Sweets. He was loathe to do so, but he had no choice. And after all this was a distant memory? He'd be sitting Bones down for a little chat about what constituted appropriate jokes on April Fool's Day! No more of this fucked up shit!

A/N: A short update to continue this one. I am presently out of the hospital, but that is only temporary until my kidneys are strong enough for the Mitral valve replacement surgery I require. I am unsure how often I can update anything right now, but I will do so as my health allows. I hope you all enjoyed this short add-on. Happy Memorial Day! Gregg.