Hey, sorry it took so long for the update, but I had a busy couple of weeks! The first one, I was with my grandparents for a week or so, and then I had to finish packing when I got back because less than a week later, I moved to college! So here I am, kinda lounging in me dorm, really sorry that I haven't updated in several weeks. They will be more sporadic now, I'm a college freshie and have to get used to the schedule…so, unfortunately, the updates will have a few weeks in between. Sorry! But I do hope you enjoy this:
What kind of cruel person spelled the word 'Lisp' with an S?
-Anonymous
After a long, tedious three weeks, they had finally done it. They, meaning Special Agent Seeley Booth and Dr. Temperance Brennan, had caught the man who had been raping and killing women from all over the DC area over the past six years. They now sat inside an interrogation room, listening to the man's confession, both rather surprised. The man was average looking, an average height, average weight and just plain…average. There was nothing really special about him except…
"There ith no problem with what I did. Thoth women had it coming to them. I mean, come on, how come women can dreth up like that and walk around all thexy like, and not exthpect men like uth to want thomething?" the man reasoned angrily. Booth couldn't believe it. The man had a lisp. He hadn't heard anybody talk with a lisp since he was a small child growing up, and it had most certainly not been a grown man! The lisps from his childhood weren't even this pronounced. Carefully, he snuck a glance at his partner, who was watching the attack with a furrowed brow, scrutinizing him as if she could understand why he had the lisp right there and then.
"Don't try and sell that crap. You had no right to do something like that to those poor women," Brennan retorted and it was then that Booth realized he was on and he arrested the lisper.
The two walked out of the FBI building, Booth's hand resting comfortably on Brennan's lower back as he escorted her to her vehicle.
"Hey Bones," he half said, barely waiting for her response before asking the burning question that had been driving at him for the past half hour, "what kind of cruel person spelled the word 'lisp' with an s?"
ETN: Okay, I know…it's kinda lame…but I'm sorry! --dodges pelted rotting foodstuffs-- I've been SO busy and tired and this was a quick ten minute diddy…I promise that the next one will be better and be out sooner! I just need a swift kick in the pants every now and then…and I leave that up to you guys an gals out there! Until next time!!!
Preview:
"C'mon man, I needed this yesterday! I can't get Bones to go without it!" Booth groaned, causing the lab tech to look at the FBI agent, somewhat upset.
"I'm sorry! It's just…I got so caught up with, well…you know, and I forgot! But I promise, I'll have it to you by this evening. Just in time for your night with her, don't worry." Hodgins replied, but slowly folding under the look the agent was giving him.