Thank you for the continuing responses to this story. Here we are, at Day 3. I decided to be merciful to a point with Hodgins and Booth after their respective sessions in their living Hell's. That doesn't mean that it will be all sunshine and roses, though. I hope you enjoy this one. Gregg
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Day 3
Booth opened his eyes and saw three sets of eyes focused like lasers on him. Letting his eyes shift to his bedside alarm clock he saw that it said 9:00. Oops! He had to have forgotten to turn the alarm on when he changed the alarm time on the sly the night before after Bones fell asleep. Bones, for her part, looked mildly amused, but Christine was looking at him as if he had kicked someone's small puppy! Crap! He just knew he would be suffering today for this one. He made a mental note to call Mitch and offer up a quick confession, so he had everything ready for when Bones sent him to meet St. Peter, regardless of the risk of some pervert listening in and recording it.
"I was going to let you choose the lessons for today, but I see that I must reconsider that decision in light of this," Bones said, a glint of further amusement shining in her eyes.
"Dad needs to be punished," Christine said, taking her queues from Bones.
"What did I do that was so bad?" he asked, rising and taking a seat at the edge of the bed. "I need my beauty sleep!"
"You already have perfect symmetry and a very arresting masculine presence," Bones assured him.
Booth blushed, cursing that Bones had just said he was totally HOT in Squint speak, and in front of the kids, no less! But he wasn't going to give up on the argument, kids or no kids in the room.
"Hence the need for my beauty sleep," he responded doggedly. "My awesome manliness needs all the help it can get as we aren't getting any younger, Bones."
"I don't know what that means," Bones replied, enjoying this more than she should. She knew full well what that last cliché meant but loved bringing in her old phrases and proddings. She would never tire of hearing Booth explain things. "However, given a more alliterative conjecture on its meaning and in this context, are you implying that I am losing my feminine alure as well?" She knew that Christine and Hank would not understand what she had just said, thus she was willing to say it in front of them to goad Booth into his more squeamish reactions.
Booth's eyes about popped out of his head. The woman was still as HOT as when he met her all those years ago! Then he thought of where they were and who was in the room with them. "NO, and we'll discuss this later," he said quickly and then rushed to the bathroom to take a shower and shave. Bones' amused laughter followed him as he went.
Now this was how it was supposed to be! Hodgins was sitting in his Man Cave admiring the shear luxury of it and sighing a deep sigh of relief. At exactly 5:00 AM he and Billy had been awakened when the hazmat suited muscle-bound freaks had come in and grabbed them, plopping him in his wheelchair, but really manhandling that psychotic nutbar Billy, much to Hodgins amusement, and quickly escorted them to the Man Cave. Yes! Angie had finally come to her senses! Now it was about 9:30 and they were waiting for their breakfast. Billy's sensitive digestive system had finally settled, and the flatulence had stopped a bit after midnight, Thank God! Both of them were eagerly waiting to have something other than liver and onions!
"Feeling better, Billy?" Hodgins asked, trying to calm the waters given that he had tossed all of the freak's Tequila.
"Somewhat," Billy replied, not really wanting to interact with The Thing. He couldn't believe that Hodgins had thrown out all his Tequila!
"Well, at least we'll be eating real food now," Hodgins continued, his head turning as he heard the door open.
"Mister Hodgins, Mr. Gibbons, we have your breakfast," one of the hazmat freaks said as those two walked into the room rolling a covered cart.
"YES!" Hodgins said ecstatically.
"This is for you, Mister Gibbons," the one with the rolling cart said as he moved it in front of the music legend and, with a flourish, removed the cloth covering.
Billy and Hodgins looked at all the wondrous food and salivated. Hotcakes, fried eggs, sausage, bacon, hash browns, biscuits and gravy, and a whole carafe of coffee and another of fresh squeezed orange juice. There was also a plate of six slices of toast and all the jams and jellies that a person could ask for.
"Alright, Boys, where's mine?" Hodgins demanded.
"Here's yours, Mister Hodgins," the second freak said as he plopped down a simple metal cafeteria tray with an MRE on it.
"What the Hell is this?" Hodgins bellowed.
"Liver and onions," was the answer.
"We have instructions from Mrs. Hodgins that you are not to have any of Mister Gibbons' meal," the guy continued.
"Bon Appetit," Billy told him, his mercurial eyes twinkling in amusement behind his sunglasses.
"And we have one other item for you, Mister Gibbons," the first freak said as he came back in the room holding a good-sized box. "Mrs. Hodgins sent you a case of your favorite Tequila to replace the bottles that somehow wound up outside and shattered."
"My Baby Girl knows what comfort really is," Billy said with a deep sigh of happiness that he was now well supplied with his drink of choice. While the Man Cave was very well equipped, The Thing had no Tequila at all in the place.
Hodgins felt his stomach lurch, and he swore once more that if he got out of here alive, Hacker was a dead man!
A/N: I wanted each of them to have something good happen, but at the same time maintain some of the tension to provide for some interesting possibilities as the story progresses. I hope you all enjoyed this one and are staying safe and healthy. Gregg.