A/N: It's that time again, time for Sully to croak! This idea for this death is courtesy of SteelMonkey. Enjoy!
Cooking with Sully
Tim Sullivan, aka Sully, was making a romantic dinner for his girlfriend. Everything looked perfect. She was going to love it. He'd even remembered that she was a vegetarian. He eyed the dishes on the kitchen counter. Something was missing. The mushrooms! He'd forgotten them at the store.
Hoping he'd find some in his fridge, Sully threw the doors open and scanned the contents. Nothing. Not even anything he could use as a substitute. He looked at the clock. He didn't have time to go back to the store. He thought hard, and came up with the perfect solution. He'd seen some growing in the park a few blocks from his building. Yes! He'd use those.
Upon arriving at the park, Sully located the clump of wild mushrooms. They looked all right. He picked some and took them home. He cleaned them and cooked them. He loved mushrooms, and they looked so good. Tempe wouldn't mind if he tasted some before she got there. He picked up a slice and popped it into his mouth. They were great. Absolutely nothing wrong... He never finished the thought, collapsing on the floor of his kitchen.
When Brennan finally arrived, over an hour late, she found him where he'd fallen. She looked at the mushrooms in the pan on the stove, immediately identifying them as a highly poisonous variety. Even wild animals stayed from them. Shaking her head at Sully's stupidity, she picked up her phone, calling Booth to see if he wanted to grab dinner and then placing a call to the hospital to come pick up the body. Sully had a nice place. It would be unfortunate if the body was just left there.