Title: "Mythbusters 102"
Timeline: Set anytime from S.4-S.8 and after the previous story, "Mythbusters 101."
Rating: K
"Hey, Cal," Wolfe called as he entered the ballistics lab. "Oh, hey Eric. What's up? I thought we were supposed to head out to the Peterson house this afternoon?"
"Lester Albrecht—you know, the creeper from across the street?—confessed about an hour ago," Delko commented. "Where've you been?"
"Court. What's all this for?" he indicated the strange equipment set up at the back of the lab. Calleigh had an old electric oven sitting in the middle of the room, plugged into the far wall and surrounded by tall, re-enforced plastic—the kind of bullet-resistant plastic that divided the stalls on the firing range, Ryan noted.
"Well, y'all got me thinking," she said. "And I wanted to do an experiment of my own. Eric and I are baking bullets."
"Baking bullets…"
"Yeah, remember when Adam and Jamie test the theory that bullets in an oven will shoot off like a gun?" Eric asked.
Calleigh put the finishing touches on the high-speed camera behind the plastic shields, and added, "That's my all-time favorite episode."
Ryan shook his head. "I haven't seen that one."
"Well, get ready," Cal smiled. She and Eric took up their positions behind the protective barrier, and Ryan scurried to follow after them. The oven was already pre-heated, and Calleigh pressed the button on the stopwatch in her hand.
They waited and waited, but nothing happened. "Eric, what temperature did you set the oven to?" Calleigh asked after a while.
"I started it at 250 degrees, like you said."
"Okay, I think we need to change our tactics." She stood up and went over to the wall to unplug the old appliance, then she quickly removed the bullets.
"Careful, Cal," Eric called, worry knitting his brow. She was unprotected in there, and the ammunition was so hot it could still blow.
She grinned at him and rolled her eyes. "Relax, I'm the ballistics expert, right?"
Next, Calleigh turned the oven up to 350 degrees and inserted a fresh set of bullets. Then she reclaimed her spot next to Eric behind the shields.
Ryan watched with trepidation. "Are you sure you should turn it up that high?"
"In the original experiment, they didn't begin to see results until—"
She never finished her sentence, because at that moment they heard a loud, 'POP!' and all three of them hit the deck.
'POP! POP!'
Ryan heard the clang of metal, shattering glass, and the crack of plastic. When he peeked up from his spot on the floor, the first thing he noticed were two pairs of wide eyes peering cautiously out across from him. The second thing he noticed was the large crater of splintered plastic where his head had been just seconds before.
"CALLEIGH!"
"Ooops…"