Here we are now at Day Four of Booth and Bones' quarantine. I hope everyone enjoyed the Easter quarantine segment. I decided to let Booth and Hodgins emerge from the dire circumstances and get to enjoy some of the quarantine, and now we continue on. I hope you continue enjoying this story as much as I have been enjoying writing it.
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Day Four
Booth couldn't believe it. He just couldn't believe it. He had been able to enjoy a nice lie in, which he had needed after the feast of the day before. And what a feast it had been! The Prime Rib had been some of the finest he had ever had, with it being a very delicious medium rare, or just a smidge over medium rare. Bones, naturally, had been rather disgusted at the thoroughly carnivorous display as he'd torn into the meat, but he had paid it no mind. There was no way he was going to be relegated to tofu turkey on Easter! Now, though, he was back in the depths of despair, and total outrage. He had paperwork!
"Say again, Sam?" Booth said once he had his voice back. "I'm in quarantine! How the Hell do I have paperwork?"
"It turns out that Hacker had paid a little visit to your divisions and the four people who could handle this paperwork have tested positive," Sam Cullen said reluctantly. "Since you were up on it, and the Director needs it, and you haven't tested positive and have shown no symptoms, that leaves you to do it."
"But, Sam, that's several days' worth of reports and write-ups!" Booth said a bit loudly. He really didn't want to do paperwork, especially when the CPBL had two games being broadcast that day and he had the Man Cave ready for a serious sports fest! Bones had given him a reprieve on the whole daily lesson idea, but now he was back to having to do some work.
"Then you need to get started," Cullen said, a bit of a chuckle in his voice.
"I did not let myself be promoted to Assistant Deputy Director to deal with all the paperwork from the divisions," Booth groused.
"Why do you think we didn't mention it?" Sam asked rhetorically, then hung up.
Well! This was a fine kettle of fish! He thought that he would have a seriously massive breakfast, and then take a peek at what was awaiting his attention. He had a solid amount (five pounds, so he knew he would be swimming in meat for a while) of Prime Rib in the fridge, and all the fixings for a stuffed omelet. Granted, he could do with some bacon and sausage, too, but the Prime Rib and mushrooms in the omelet would have to do on the meat side of his breakfast. He would make sure to avoid any vegetables in the filling for his omelet. He'd had enough of those in the past three days to last a lifetime!
Hodgins, meanwhile, was ecstatic. The Tequila was history! He'd had a long phone conversation with Angela about what that stuff did to her father's digestive system when mixed with liver, and she'd had the new hazmat suited buffoons come in and confiscate all the hard liquor in the Man Cave. Unfortunately, he'd had to endure a few hours of flatulence from the sadist while his digestive system recovered. He had made a mental note to have the Man Cave thoroughly aired out and fumigated once the whole quarantine business was over with.
Moving over to the fridge that he had in the Man Cave, Hodgins opened it up and gazed lovingly at the smorgasbord of food that was in there. The best part was that there was no liver whatsoever! It may be the middle of the morning, but after slurping down liver and onions for nearly three days it was absolutely essential that he exercise his taste buds to the max. He just wouldn't tell Angie that he was partaking of some extra snacks. Seeing that things were actually looking good for once, he decided to be magnanimous. Plus if he got busted by Angie for excess snacking, he could take the psychotic nutbar down with him.
"Hey, Billy?" he called out.
"Yeah?" came the familiar, if dreaded, drawl from the famous Rocker.
"Want a Prime Rib sandwich?" Hodgins asked. "I have all the fixings, and there is no liver in the Man Cave at all."
"I could do with one of those," Billy nodded. "No onions, either."
"Definitely," Hodgins affirmed. He wasn't going to be able to look at onions, either, for quite a while. The whole MRE bit with liver and onions had given him a deep aversion to both of those food items! "Booth also mentioned that there was some live Baseball from Taiwan streaming today, so we can have some sandwiches and beer while we watch the games."
"For once, you have a good idea," Billy admitted in agreement. It galled him to say something nice to The Thing, but fair was fair. The boy had a good idea. At least they weren't in a tiny cell looking at nothing but a wall of boxes of MRE's anymore. He was going to be closely watching as The Thing made the sandwich to make sure that he didn't slip in any liver on the sly. Now if he could only convince his Baby Girl to send in some Tequila things would be looking up.
Booth looked at the screen on his laptop that he kept in his and Bones' home office. It was unbelievable! What had those idiots in major crimes and the RICO division been doing all the time? Playing tidily-winks? By the look of the state of the paperwork it sure seemed likely that they had been expecting their Grand Poohbah, namely him, to pick up the slack from their laziness! Well! When they recovered from the vicious little virus that that waste of skin Hacker gave them, he was going to be having a friendly little chat with them about ignoring their duty and forcing their leader to work his upper echelon ass off!
He looked at his watch and saw that it was 9:30. Sam had woken him up at 6:30, and he'd had a manly breakfast at 7:30, so it was time for a man-sized snack. A good-sized cut of Prime Rib with some heavily buttered mashed potatoes with some sour cream and bacon crumbles was definitely called for! He'd just make sure that Bones didn't find out about it or he'd be on a genuine Vegan austerity diet for the remainder of the quarantine. For some reason ever since his brain tumor she'd assumed total control of his health.
"I will never understand how someone as monumentally brainless as Hacker ever got to be an Assistant Deputy Director, and a Regional Director," he grumbled as he got up to sneak into the kitchen. While he disliked his sniper background due to his feelings of guilt over what he had to do with those skills, he would be forever grateful for the stealthy ingress and egress skills he got when he trained to be an Army Ranger Sniper. Sneaking into his kitchen on the sly was a definite benefit!
A/N: Here's the start of day four. It's a hodge-podge of a good start, plus some not so good stuff to deal with for our friends. I plan on spending a little time with Bones herself in the next chapter, along with Angela. I hope you enjoyed this beginning to Day Four. Gregg.