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Hodgins, Daisy and Marcus had finally agreed that they had found everything they were going to find and it was time to pack up the body, soil samples, bits of clothes, bugs and all of the particulates that had been collected. Packing up everything, it was all carried out to the waiting vans. The bike and the travel bag were also collected and put in one of the vans and Deputy Jay called Sheriff Messersmith to let him know she was leaving the area and was coming back to Bedford.

Booth, dreading this moment, watched Hodgins and Daisy walk back towards his truck. Getting out of the back of his truck, Booth closed the back hatch and walked to the driver's side of his truck and got in. Looking around, Booth rolled down all of the windows and locked the front passenger's side door.

Hodgins, calling shotgun, tried to open the door across from Booth and much to his surprise, he found it locked.

Leaning his head into the truck, Hodgins said, "Hey, Booth, unlock the door man."

Staring straight ahead, Booth shook his head and said, "Get in the back."

Frowning, Hodgins said, "I want to sit up front. I called shotgun."

Sighing, Booth said, "If you want a ride back to D.C. with me then get in the back."

A little angry, Hodgins said, "Hey, man. This isn't right. I can't help it if that skunk sprayed us."

Shrugging his shoulders, Booth stared straight ahead and didn't say anything.

Shaking his head, Hodgins opened the back right side door and got into the truck. Daisy, already in the truck, tried to roll up the window; but, found her window control wasn't working.

Tapping Booth in the shoulder, Daisy said, "Agent Booth. It's too chilly to drive with the windows down. I want to roll the window up."

Not turning around, Booth said, "If you'll reach over behind the seat, you'll find a couple of blankets. Use those. The windows are going to stay down until we get back to D.C. You're lucky I'm taking you back as it is."

Rolling her eyes, Daisy said, "I think you're being unreasonable, Agent Booth. It's true that Dr. Hodgins and I do have a very strong odor on us at this time; but, so do you. You were only about ten feet away from us when we were sprayed. Some residual spray had to have hit you too. Skunks are known to be able to spray up to fifteen feet away and you were about ten feet from us when we were hit."

Shutting his eyes for a couple of minutes, Booth then partially rolled up the back windows and said, "That's the best I can do. If you don't like it, feel free to get out and walk."

Reaching his left hand out, Hodgins touched Daisy's right hand and shook his head. Daisy, sensing that she had better accept Booth's offer, remained silent.

Not hearing any more objections, Booth started up his truck and signaled to the van drivers to precede him. He waited for the vans to pass him and then pulled his truck into traffic behind them. Sighing, Booth was pretty sure that he was going to be very sick by the time he got home.

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Booth had been driving for about twenty minutes and was starting to feel very nauseous. Trying to remain calm, Booth finally pulled off to the side of the road and on to the shoulder, waited for traffic to pass his truck and then got out. Walking around to the back of his truck, Booth leaned over and threw up the lunch he had eaten earlier. After he was sure that his stomach was empty, Booth leaned back against his truck and looked down the road.

Hodgins and Daisy, hearing Booth lose his lunch, silently gagged. Not looking at each other both put their hands on their door handles and waited to see if they would need to exit the truck. After Booth quieted down, Hodgins and Daisy sighed with relief and looked at each other.

Not wanting to remind Booth why he was sick, Hodgins said to Daisy, "Don't get out of the truck. He may decide to leave us here."

Dreading getting back into the truck, Booth walked off of the shoulder of the road and over to a tree where he sat down and closed his eyes. Pulling his phone out of his jacket pocket, Booth called home.

"Brennan"

Swallowing, Booth said, "Uh, hey Bones. How are you and Christine doing?"

Concerned, Brennan asked, "What's wrong Booth? You don't sound like you normally do."

Swallowing again, Booth said, "I'm sick. The smell of Hodgins and Daisy is really too much. It was almost bearable when we were outside the truck; but, being cooped up in the truck with them is too much. It's going to take me all night to bring them home if I have to keep stopping to throw up."

Shaking her head, Brennan said, "I have a solution if you'd like to hear it."

Taking a deep breath, Booth said, "What is it?"

Smiling, Brennan said, "I can come and get you and bring you back home. Hodgins can drive your SUV back."

Shaking his head, Booth said, "Nah, that's ok. I'm going to try to drive back. I don't want to expose Christine to the skunk smell. I don't think she'd appreciate it and I don't want to make her sick."

Nodding her head, Brennan said, "I can always get Angela to watch her while I come and get you."

Smiling, Booth said, "Let me try to drive closer to D.C. before we go with your plan. I might get used to the smell."

Looking at Christine, lying next to her on the couch, Brennan said, "I may be able to save your clothes. I found out that I can use a mixture of vinegar, baking soda and laundry detergent and that might eliminate the odor."

Nodding his head, Booth said, "Great. That's great. I really don't want to piss off Billie. I have all of the tattoos I want."

Concerned, Brennan said, "He wouldn't dare force you to get a tattoo, Booth. You're a Federal Agent."

Laughing, Booth said, "Billie will do what the hell he wants and he won't give a damn who or what I am. If we can't get rid of the odor, I'll just put the shirt in a Ziplock bag and put it in the closet. I can't throw it away."

Shaking her head, Brennan said, "I think you and Hodgins get carried away with your fear of Angela's father. He's very nice."

Smiling, Booth said, "That's because you're a beautiful woman and as far as Billie is concerned, chivalry isn't dead. Hodgins and I don't get that pass."

Frowning, Brennan said, "Do you know when you'll be home?"

Shaking his head, Booth said, "Not right now. This is going to depend upon how long I can put up with the smell of Heckle and Jeckle before I have to stop again."

"Why do you keep calling Hodgins and Daisy Heckle and Jeckle?" Brennan asked. "I don't understand."

Smiling, Booth explained, "Heckle and Jeckle are cartoon characters who like to play mean jokes on people. Usually, just for the Hell of it."

Puzzled, Brennan said, "I don't think Hodgins and Daisy deliberately got sprayed by the skunk for a prank, Booth."

Sighing, Booth said, "Heckle and Jeckle are also known for lulling people into a false sense of security before unleashing mayhem."

Nodding her head, Brennan said, "Ah, now that I do understand."

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Poor Booth, strong Skunk odor is very stomach turning. What do you think?