(In the Future)
I had several requests for a sequel to chapter 19. I hope you like it.
I don't own Bones.
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Cam had been called out of her office for a meeting with the Director of the Jeffersonian, Jeffrey Feight. There were a few questions he had about her budget and after a lengthy conversation, the Director had agreed to approve it.
Entering her office, she noticed her coffee cup was still sitting on her desk. Hopeful that the beverage was still hot, she picked up her cup and heard a bumping sound inside the container. Strangely, the cup also felt heavier than it should. Cautiously, she opened the lid, peered inside and miraculously she didn't drop the cup. Her hand trembling, she carefully set the cup down on the table and stared at it for a few moments. Finally, she nodded her head, walked over to her doorway and bellowed." HODGINS!"
Startled, Jack Hodgins almost dropped the beaker of sulfuric acid he was holding. Thankful that he had managed to keep a firm grip on the beaker, he placed it down on his table and rolled his wheelchair to the doorway. His name bellowed once more, he rushed his chair down the hallway to Cam's office and stopped outside of her doorway. "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Cam glared at her friend and underling. "What's wrong?" She couldn't believe he was acting so innocent.
"Yeah, what's wrong?" Hodgins was puzzled why he was being given the evil eye. "Why are you mad and what does that have to do with me?"
Her anger barely contained, Cam swiveled and marched into her office. "I don't mind a practical joke once in a while, but to use hot coffee as a medium is a reckless thing to do. I could have been scalded."
Confused, Hodgins rolled into Cam's office and saw her lift a large coffee cup from her desk and point at it. "This was a very childish thing to do."
Still not sure what was going on, Jack moved closer and took the cup from Cam. Opening the lid, his hand and arm jerked, but he managed to hold onto the cup and not spill any of the coffee. Recognizing his work, he put his finger in the beverage and found it to be barely warm. Satisfied that he wouldn't get burned he fished out one of the fake eyeballs looking at him. "First of all, the coffee is room temperature not hot and second I didn't put these in this cup . . . I will admit they're mine, but the last time I saw them, they were in a plastic bag and Michael Vincent was taking them to Christine's birthday party . . . Oh shit."
Quickly grasping what was going on, Cam nodded her head. "So, you made fake eyeballs for Michael Vincent, so he could pull a prank at Christine Booth's party? Does that seem like that was a very wise decision? Booth doesn't really have a sense of humor, not when it comes to body parts. He's more the slapstick humor kind of guy. You should have known he'd find a way to pay you back. Of course, I'm not happy that he decided to use me to get his revenge."
Glumly Hodgins nodded his head. "Except I don't think Booth has been here at all this morning. I can check with security to make sure . . . that means that this is Dr. B's doing. Which is kind of surprising. She's not really a prankster or at least I didn't think so."
"Well, this is probably Booth's doing and he just got Dr. Brennan to go along with it." Cam studied the cup and finally moved her hand to take the cup back. "This is going to take some thought . . . Don't mention it to Dr. Brennan or anyone for that matter . . . Yes, I need to think about how I'd like to handle this."
Relieved that Cam had accepted that he had no part in pranking her, Hodgins decided to give her some advice. "Well I think you should just forget about it. I don't think it would be a good idea to get into a prank war with Booth. I finally got Michael Vincent to agree to stop pranking Christine and he said she's stopping too. They've been going at it all summer and it's gotten out of hand. Angela has been unhappy with the pranks too. Just let it go."
Cam nodded her head. "You're right. It would be a terrible idea to prank Booth . . . Well, I just hope you've learned your lesson. There are some people that can't take a joke."
"Yeah, I got it." Hodgins laughed. "Still, I did do a good job with those eyeballs. They do look real."
She agreed. "They do."
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Aubrey walked into Booth's office and found the man wasn't there. What was there was a box of cupcakes sitting on the desk with a little card taped to the lid. 'From Bones. Congratulations'.
Salivating, the agent lifted the lid and found six perfect chocolate cupcakes with white icing sitting in two neat rows of three. Famished, he looked around, made sure no one was watching him, lifted one of the cupcakes out of the box and arranged the remaining cupcakes to prevent Booth from realizing that one of the cakes was missing.
Once he was out of the office, he walked into the break room, poured a cup of coffee, sprinkled a dash of cinnamon on top of the hot beverage then sat down at one of the tables. Carefully peeling away the paper from the cupcake he noticed how moist the rich chocolate cake looked. Eager, he took a large bite into the pastry and began to chew. To his surprise he immediately felt a hard ball in the cake and not sure what he was eating, spit out the bite onto a napkin. Much to his horror he was staring at an eyeball with a small piece missing.
Suddenly nauseous, he lunged for the trashcan and threw up. His retching drew the attention of Agent Burns as he walked by the room. Charlie entered the room and witnessed Aubrey holding the edges of the trash can, pale as a white sheet and trembling. "God, what's wrong?"
Hoping his stomach was empty, Aubrey poured some water in to a cup, gargled, spit out the fluid into the sink and turned to face the other agent. "I bit into a cupcake and found an eyeball inside. Look on the table."
Curious, Charlie moved closer to the table and found an eyeball staring at him. "Oh my . . . where did you get the cupcake? Maybe it's a message from a serial killer . . . there's a piece missing . . . I hope you didn't swallow it."
Nauseous once more, Aubrey grabbed the trash can and heaved up some liquid. Panting he wiped the back of his hand against his lips. "God, don't say that . . . the cupcakes are on Booth's desk. We need to warn him." Luckily for the agent, Charlie didn't ask him why he had taken a cupcake from Booth's desk.
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Rushing into Booth's office, Aubrey yelled as he witnessed Booth hold a cupcake in his hand and move it towards his mouth. "Stop, don't eat that."
Puzzled, Booth lowered the cupcake and stared at his friend. "What the hell, Aubrey. I have five cupcakes. You can have one of them if you're that desperate." Before he could lift the cake to his mouth, Aubrey grabbed it from his hand, broke it open and showed Booth an eyeball. "I uh . . . I took one of your cupcakes because I knew you wouldn't mind giving me one and when I bit into it I found one of these. Maybe a serial killer is sending you a message."
Ever helpful, Charlie added some information. "Aubrey swallowed a piece of the eyeball in his cupcake."
Placing his hand over his mouth, Aubrey fought a battle with his stomach and almost lost.
Since he recognized the eyeball, Booth picked up another cupcake, broke it apart and spotted another eyeball. After he placed the eyeball in the cupcake box, he popped a piece of the cupcake into his mouth and moaned over the rich taste of the chocolate cake and the wonderful vanilla cream cheese frosting.
Swallowing convulsively, Aubrey shook his head. "Are you nuts?" The sight of Booth licking the icing from his fingers made him want to throw up again. "That cake is contaminated . . . with eyeballs for God's sake."
Amused, Booth shook his head and picked up the eyeball in the box. Using his fingers, he squeezed, but nothing really happened. The eyeball lost its shape, but that's all. "They're fake . . . Hodgins made them. He let Michael Vincent spike Christine's birthday punch with them last Saturday. Bones and I played a joke at the Lab with them and I guess this is pay back . . . Come on, it's funny."
Charlie shook his head and left the room. He wasn't about to get involved in a joke war.
Aubrey sat down and stared at the misshapen eyeball and shook his head. "If you're going to start a joke war please leave me out of it."
Picking up another cupcake, Booth broke it open, removed the eyeball and bit into the cake. "If you hadn't taken one of my cupcakes without my permission, you wouldn't have had to deal with the payback from Hodgins." He swallowed the bite and licked some of the frosting from his finger tips. "Next time ask me, don't just take one. By the way, I knew someone had taken a cupcake. No one buys five cupcakes. Not even Bones . . . Also, I'm on a diet and Bones is not going to be sending me any cake or pie, so . . ." He popped the rest of the cupcake into his mouth and savored the rich flavor. "Delicious."
Not amused, Aubrey crossed his arms against his chest. "Are you going to pay Hodgins back?" He thought the man deserved a roasting.
"Nope." Booth laughed. "That squint can make explosives. I'm not getting into a prank war with him. I pulled my prank. He paid me back. We're done. Besides, I got 6 cupcakes out of the deal . . . well five."
Not embarrassed in the least, Aubrey sniffed. "You're supposed to be on a diet."
Holding up a cupcake, Booth smiled. "Want one?"
Swallowing hard, Aubrey stood up. "I've had one already and you're wrecking your diet." Disgusted that he had vomited over a fake eyeball, Aubrey walked back to his office and thought about how he might get a little revenge. He just had to decide whether or not it was wise to get in to a feud with a scientist. "Probably not."
Once the agent was gone, Booth called Hodgins. "I got your present, Hodgins. The only one you caught out was Aubrey."
What present?
"The cupcakes with the eyeballs in them. The cake is delicious, so thanks."
I didn't send you any cupcakes. The last time I saw those eyeballs they were in Cam's office . . . Oh shit!
Booth nodded his head. "I thought so."
Booth . . . Booth what are you going to do?
Giving Hodgins a decidedly evil laugh, Booth replied, "Nothing . . . I'm not going to do anything at all."
Shit!
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