OPERATION SWEETS IN THE STREET
Chapter 4:
Operation Punishing Sweets
Sweets finally left his hiding place behind one of the shelves of Limbo more than five minutes after Booth left the room. Finn, shaking his head at the cowardice of the psychologist, gave him the note.
I expect you at the firing range today at 0500 Zulu
(That, Baby Duck, is midnight in D.C. Don't you dare claim not knowing how the 24h clock works now.)
Captain America
The petrified shrink ran as fast as he could to the nearest bathroom, afraid that he would indeed mess his pants. 'Maybe I should even get myself some kind of rubber pants before midnight… just in case… Who knows what Booth could have in storage for me?' he thought.
At midnight, Sweets entered the Hoover firing range sweating due to pure fear. He was really afraid of what Booth would do to him, but at the same time, he was terrified of what he could do to him if he didn't go.
The first thing the psychologist saw was a rubber yellow duck sitting on top of a closed laptop on the reception desk. Beside the laptop was the sheet log where everyone that went into the range had to sign. It was already signed by Special Agent Captain America, and the box under Booth's pseudonym was filled for Dr. Baby Duck ready for his signature. Sighing in defeat, he signed the paper.
Then, seeing that under the rubber duck was another of those yellow note pads that were now giving him nightmares, he lifted the toy to read the note. It simply gave him a few instructions to switch on the computer and find a video on YouTube. He watched, horrified as the video showed to the world how he ran and yelled through the Hoover in a very comical way. To add insult to injury in the comments he could see that the agent had sent the link to the video to everyone in the Hoover building and the Jeffersonian. Also some comments came from FBI agents assigned to other offices, so it was obvious that someone had already forwarded the link to who knew how many agents all around the states. In only a few days everyone remotely related to the crime-fighting business was going to see this video!
Feeling mortified, but still more afraid of leaving than staying, the shrink walked into the range area to find that all the paper targets had been changed. The new paper targets didn't have the typical black figures but the picture of big yellow rubber ducks.
Booth was waiting for him, shooting at one of the new colorful and embarrassing paper targets.
Deciding that the best thing he could do to avoid any more punishment was to admit his wrongdoing, he spoke, "Okay, I get it, I messed up. I mistreated Daisy. Now, please tell me what I have to do to stop your punishment."
"The video will stay online, and these cute targets will stay here until the agents run out of them… there are 1000 so it may take a while… but you can avoid further punishment if you do as you're told," the agent said without stopping his practice.
"Okay, I will do whatever you want, Agent Booth," Sweets answered, terrified of what could come next if not.
"Good boy!" Booth exclaimed and stopped shooting. "There's a box of very expensive chocolates on that table by the door," he said pointing to a desk with a coffee maker and some disposable glasses.
Sweets saw the box with the receipt on top, and his eyes bugged out of their place seeing the price. They were indeed really expensive. "I guess I have to pay you back for them."
The agent nodded and continued with his instructions. "Yep. And then you will go to Daisy, give them to her and apologize for your behavior. You handled your break up with her really badly and you will apologize to her for the crappy way you treated her."
"Okay, Agent Booth, I will do that. Does this mean that you're done punishing me?" a defeated Sweets asked.
"As long as you're a good boy, yes, I'm done," Booth answered firmly, making it clear that if he messed up again he will get punished again.
Sweets picked up the box of chocolates and started leaving before Booth could change his mind. He was crossing the door when he heard Booth shout at him.
"Hey, don't you wanna shoot a few targets?"
Sweets didn't answer; he just run as fast as he could out of the building and into his car.
A few days later, when he entered his office in the morning, Booth found on his desk a big apple pie in a pink box. There was a post-it stuck to it with a simple message:
Dr. Saroyan said that this is the proper way of thanking you.
Daisy
Obviously, the baby duck did apologize to the intern and amended his ways, so the agent decided that no further punishment was needed.
At least, for now…
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Jules: I agree, seeing Sweets so afraid of Booth just due to a little tiny piece of paper is very funny. Sweets was tactless with Daisy and Booth will make him pay. Thanks for your review; I'm really happy you're enjoying the story, and I hope you liked the end.