I had to do this one in order to place a well deserved thank you to the reviewer JR who pointed out one mistake in the first chapter to this one. I said that Zack lived in Wisconsin, but it's Michigan. Thanks, JR for that one, especially as it allows me to mess with Booth's sanity a bit more. I hope you all enjoy this one. Gregg.
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Booth was going to kill his assistant Charlie. The man had single-handedly lengthened this nightmare drive by several hours! He had specifically told Booth that Zack lives in Wisconsin! He himself had mentioned Wisconsin in the Diner and Bones hadn't corrected him. So what does poor Seeley Booth do? While the Booze Hound Trio were out cold, and Bones was ignoring everything except her efforts to drive him nuts by massaging his painful hard-on while he was driving, he had driven right along and had actually entered Wisconsin. They'd already been on the road all day and he was looking forward to the drive being over, but Zack had scuttled that.
"Agent Booth?" Zack had asked. "Why are we in Wisconsin?"
"Because your family is in Wisconsin, Zack," Booth had said impatiently. His teeth were still grinding and Bones had yet to remover her hand. He'd been taken to the brink so many damn times, and he was still horny as Hell despite jacking off a number of time at rest stops along the way. He was going to have a long talk with Bones about acceptable travel activities when the other party is the driver! Talk about humiliating! Jacking off in a rest area restroom like some pathetic loser! It didn't help that Bones would make any self-respecting octopus look like a complete slacker by comparison.
"My family lives in Michigan," Zack helpfully pointed out.
"Oh, shit," Hodgins said as he woke up and realized what had happened. He could just see Booth reaching for the stun gun and he glared at Zack. He prepared to kiss the jewels goodbye as this classified as making Booth annoyed if anything would. Maybe all those renditions of a Hundred Bottles of Beer On The Wall hadn't been such a great idea after all.
The SUV screeched to a vicious halt and Booth cranked his head around. "WHAT!" he yelled in an extremely loud voice.
"I said my family is from Michigan," Zack told him calmly.
"And just why didn't anyone tell me when we were passing all those interstate exits leading up to Michigan?" Booth demanded.
"I was asleep at the time," came the in unison reply of the Trio.
"And what's your excuse Bones?" he asked his front seat passenger.
"I was preoccupied?" came the reply.
"Oh, yeah," Booth said lamely.
"Preoccupied?" Angela asked.
"None of your business," Booth said before Bones could respond. He just knew that Bones would tell it all if given half a chance. Discretion was simply not in her vocabulary. Angrily he put the SUV in gear and got back on the road. He had to find the next exit to change direction.
"Agent Booth?" Zack asked when they were about 45 minutes away from his parents home. He hadn't dared said a word in all the time since Wisconsin.
"Yes, Zack," Booth said in an overly polite tone of voice. The sarcasm was apparent to everyone but Zack and Bones.
"Since we will be arriving rather late, I think it would be best if I let you all know where you will be staying once we get there," Zack replied.
"Okay," Booth told him, feeling that that was at least reasonable.
"Dr. Hodgins will be sleeping in the guest room," Zack explained. "Dr. Brennan and Angela will be sleeping in the living room on the air mattress."
"What about me, Zack," Booth said with the guy stopped saying anything.
"You will be on the upper bunk bed in my room while I use the bottom bunk," Zack responded.
A deathly silence met that declaration followed by only one sentence. "You will pay for this, Bones." You can imagine who said that.
A/N: Short but fun and it allowed me to thank JR in a tangible way. Thanks for all the great reviews and I hope that this one is as good as the previous two. Gregg.
