I'm sorry for the short delay in getting this one posted, but I was working on story ideas for the coming chapters and how this would fit in. I am still trying to stay with my basic plan on posting chapters every other day at the latest, with only occasional two days between chapters. Thank you again for the great reviews and observations. Gregg
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Day Two Concluded
Hodgins sprayed another ten second burst of air freshener over at Billy as the man let loose with another demonstration of how Tequila and Liver and Onion MRE's didn't mix too well in the famous rocker's stomach. As for Hodgins, he had pulled a fast one on Billy while the man was on the throne that afternoon. He'd gotten Billy's satchel and found, to his horror, eight full bottles of high-end Tequila! No way was Hodgins going to let that stuff stay in the Emergency Shelter! He'd quickly manned up and tossed each bottle out the window, hearing a satisfying sound of glass breaking, spilling the contents of those evil bottles all over the ground outside. Of course, Billy had not been pleased with the loss of his favored drink, but Hodgins didn't give a damn about what that sick sadist thought. Granted, he could imagine some new body art over the sacrilege, but he'd deal with that when the time came.
Angie, his lovely, beautiful, yet demented wife was still refusing to let them out of the Emergency Shelter. She had, thankfully, had a whole box of air fresheners and spray delivered to the Emergency Shelter, delivered by the same hazmat suited muscle-bound freaks that had "escorted" he and Billy into this sardine can. Hodgins had begun spraying the second they left the room and hadn't let up since. Frankly, he'd love to dump a gallon of the stuff on Billy, but he had to be satisfied with the 30 cans of spray to use and the twelve air freshener pods that were being used. He couldn't believe that Billy was still letting loose with such rank flatulence, though at least the diarrhea had subsided. Now they were waiting to see if either he or Billy had tested positive for that wretched virus. If they had they would be immediately taken to the nearest appropriate hospital, in isolation, of course, and hooked up to all the machines known to man to keep them from dropping like flies.
The food, though, was still a problem. Angie was refusing to have any real food sent over their way as she had been opposed to his buying all the MRE's in the first place. He was convinced that she was making him, and due to circumstances Billy as well, suffer through meal after meal of liver and onions as a way to say, "I told you so." Of course, Billy would not take out his displeasure on her, as she was his pride and joy. But poor little Jack Hodgins? The man was surely planning on all the tattoos and other tortures to perpetrate on his person once this nightmare was over with. It was unbelievable. This was only the end of day two! There were twelve more days of this living Hell! Catching a whiff of some more malodorous scents coming from Billy's way, Hodgins let loose with another good dose of air freshener. Now he had to figure out how to get Billy to move his sensitive digestion system ass up to the top bunk! This sucked!
Booth had had his own Hell to live through after he got off the phone with Bishop Mitch. Imagine a whole day of nothing but endless discourses on how a vegetarian or Vegan diet was the way to go and that his carnivorous self was essentially an animal hating, blood-thirsty beast! Having the Super Squint from Hell as one's spouse meant that any lecture could last the whole day without any rest. Man was Hacker going to suffer for this one! Booth had had one good bit of news, though, when he heard that the total waste of skin was now on a ventilator, but he was expected to live as the symptoms were subsiding a bit. Lucky stiff! A day and a half of physical hell and Hacker was already recovering! What about the rest of the poor souls who were a whole lot more worthy than Hacker who bit the dust with this virus? He knew he shouldn't think that way, and he would offer up contrition in confession, but it just didn't seem right somehow.
He had gotten one creature comfort back, though, so his day hadn't been a total loss. He was no longer in a sleeping bag! Unfortunately, Bones was. Bones was going to be in a sleeping bag on top of the bed while he was comfy cozy under the covers, though it was without a naked Bones nestled up against him to keep him warm. Two weeks of no sex? He wasn't sure how he would survive!
"Bones are you sure you won't join me under the covers?" he asked as he got in bed. His stomach was a little queasy after a day of nothing but vegetables and fruits. A little good old-fashioned nude cuddling was just what the doctor ordered.
"Twelve more days and a negative test for COVID-19, Booth," she reiterated as she zipped up her sleeping bag. She hated this as much as he did, but despite knowing that it was somewhat ridiculous to deny their urges with them quarantined together, she was not sure of the science of this virus. That made her decidedly uneasy, and she reverted to an extremely conservative scientific stance on the issue.
"I'll kill Hacker!" Booth swore quietly.
"You will do nothing of the kind," Bones admonished him.
"It's a figure of speech, Bones," he reminded her, grumbling at the injustice of it all.
As Booth slowly fell asleep, he began mentally plotting to have Aubrey slip him some food that was a carnivore's delight. All on the sly, of course, and practicing appropriate social distancing. No need to take too many chances with this killer virus, after all, and he sure didn't want Aubrey to have to suffer Bones' wrath. Now if he could just figure out how to get out of these damn lessons! Ooh! The reminded him. He slowly reached over when he heard Bone's light breathing, letting him know that she had already fallen asleep, and one-handedly reset his digital alarm for 7 instead of that totally horrific hour of 4:45! Apparently, Christine and Hank had volunteered him for KP for the duration! He'd deal with Bones' ire in the morning. After, naturally, a nice lie in. He smiled as he fell asleep.
A/N: There it is. The end of day two. I used this as sort of a summation for the end of the day and a set up for the next. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Gregg.