A/N: Welcome to another GREAt chapter of 'Real Life'. Goldy and I thought that since we just got through with the Halloween based CBPC that we would give you all our...joint thoughts of the subject. So...on with the story.

October 31, Halloween Night...

"I don't think this is a good idea." Zack got into the car holding a shopping bag filled with religious candles and a couple boxes of tampons. He pulled up on his monk's robes as he got into the car, making sure they were clear of the door before he shut it.

"Z-man, it's only fair. Besides, we can finally get him back for all those pranks he pulled on us. Don't you want to get even for him drenching you with water?" Jack Hodgins adjusted his hat as he started his mini-cooper. He personally thought it a stroke of genious to dress up at Captain Jack Sparrow for Halloween.

Zack glanced over at Hodgins again, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous he looked with hair extensions and braids. "But if you remember correctly, we pulled pranks on him as well."

"Those don't count," Hodgins said. "Anyway, this will be the ultimate."

"Why?"

"He obviously has a fixation on feminine products, or he wouldn't have asked you to help him with that joke he pulled on Dr. Brennan, and since he's catholic, I happen to think the religious candles are a nice touch." Hodgins grinned evilly. He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, forgetting to turn on the headlights of his car.

"I just think we're pushing our luck," Zack said. "Agent Booth didn't kill us last time, but when he finds out about this…"

"He'll never know it's us."

"This is Booth. He'll know." Hodgins glanced in the rearview mirror and cursed out loud.

"What? What's wrong?" Zack looked out the rear window of the car and spotted the police car behind them. Hodgins pulled his car over, still cursing under his breath. Both men watched as the cop got out of his car and walked up to the driver's side window of the mini cooper.

Hodgins quickly rolled down the window. "Hello, Officer."

The officer shone his flashlight into the car and took in the pirate and monk. "Did you realize that your lights are off?"

"Um, no sir," Hodgins answered, reaching forward and turning on the headlights. The officer scanned the inside of the car and caught sight of the paper bag on the floorboard between Zack's feet.

"You two boys been drinking?" The officer asked as the beam of his flashlight passed over the bag once again.

"No sir, we would never drink and drive."

"Uh-huh. Let me see what's in the bag." Jack and Zack exchanged looks before Zack picked up the bag and handed it to the police officer. The man looked into it and his eyebrows shot through the roof. "Tampons and religious candles? You wouldn't be planning to use these on a house, now would you?"

"Of course not," Zack said.

"The candles are for Monky boy's grandmother," Hodgins said. "Since we were out, we thought it would be a nice gift."

"And the tampons?"

"My sister." Hodgins didn't miss a beat.

"Your sister?"

"Yes sir, you don't want to argue with her when she gets that way." How Hodgins said it with a straight face, Zack would never know. The officer contemplated the answer, trying to fight the quirk of his own lips. He handed the bag back to the two scientists with a shake of his head.

"Son, I completely know what you mean." The officer stepped back from the car with a nod. "You two have a safe night."

"Thank you officer." Hodgins slowly pulled away from the curb and left the officer walking back to his car.

"That was close."

Hodgins looked over at Zack with a smile. "Close? You're joking. He never suspected a thing."

"Sure, you say that now, but when Booth comes home and finds it decorated, somehow word is going to get back to that cop, and he'll know we did it." Zack crossed his arms and pouted. Jack looked over at his friend before starting to laugh.

"Zack coming up with a conspiracy theory? My little boy's all grown up and saving China." He pretended to wipe away a tear. "Now come on, we have an appointment with Booth's house."

Zack pinched his lips tight. He didn't believe Jack one bit.

The drive to the house was done in silence. It was 11:45 when Hodgins pulled to a stop in front of Booth's house. "Come on, Zack, we have a date to make."

The two got out quietly, paper bag in hand as they crept around the driveway. Hodgins pulled out one box of tampons, and a couple of candles before leaving the others in Zack's possession. The two went to work, tying the tampons onto anything that could hold them, including the lamp post outside the front walk.

"I'm still not sure about this," Zack whispered as he tied his last tampon to a low tree branch.

"Don't worry so much." Hodgins placed the candles on the front porch and then reached into his pocket for a lighter. He quickly lit each one and then backed away from them. "You about done?"

"I've been done," Zack said.

"Good, let's get going before Booth comes home."

"Why isn't Booth here? I would have thought he'd take Parker trick or treating." Zack said in a low voice as the two got back into the car.

"He is an adult, Zack. He's probably at a Halloween party or something." Hodgins couldn't help the grin on his face, especially when he glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the sprinklers going on. Those tampons would get wet and become an expansive problem for the FBI agent.

XxXxX

Booth yawned and wiped the back of one hand over his eyes. After taking Parker trick-or-treating, he had dropped his son off at Rebecca's and then took an old Army buddy up on his invitation to a Halloween Party. After that, he had stopped by the Jeffersonian to see Brennan. It was no surprise to see her working hard. He had convinced her to grab a late night dinner, before heading home. Booth yawned again as he turned onto his street.

As he neared his house, he knew something was wrong, but couldn't quite put a finger on it. Probably just because I'm tired, he thought. As he reached his driveway, he discovered that his suspicion was confirmed. Candles flickered on his doorstep, and tampons were tied to everything. Not only were they everywhere, but they had gotten soaked.

"Those two are dead," he muttered as he pulled out his phone. It was time to bring in the big guns and end this little game once and for all.

Okok...so i just had to dress Hodgins up as Cap'n Jack.

Oh...and can you believe it? Minus the A/N and this bit at the end...this fic is 1111 words.