(Lunatic)
Sometime in season 3.
I don't own Bones.
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"You're a lunatic, you know that." Furious, Booth shrugged off his jacket and threw it at the entomologist. "Here, it's yours." Stalking from the room, Booth passed Cam on the way out of the Lab, "Someday I'm going to break him into little pieces and throw those pieces in to the garbage disposal. How about that? Huh. . . . don't call me I'll call you."
Not sure what was going on, Cam knew that whatever had happened, Hodgins was in the center of it. Turning, she saw her squint standing in front of his experiments room holding Booth's slimy jacket. Calmly, she walked over to where he was standing and pointed at the jacket, "Okay, what happened?"
Desperately trying to remain serious, Hodgins swallowed and gave her a very insincere look, "Well, Booth wanted to know how the victim could be responsible for his own death and I set up an experiment to show him. Instead of using aqueous hydrofluoric acid, which of course is dangerous and could have killed him and me, I used a harmless glycerin . . . um, I should have warned him to stay back further than I did. . . . If you'll notice I got some of it on me too."
Her eyes darting to the inside of the room, Cam noticed glycerin covering the floor and walls. Turning her attention back to the scientist, she shook her head, "It's no wonder Booth hates you."
Startled, Hodgins asked her, "Booth hates me?"
Shrugging her shoulders, Cam remarked, "Well not you personally but scientists in general . . . although I'm sure he hates you right now. That jacket you're holding probably cost him $500. He really doesn't skimp on his suits."
A feeling of guilt moving through him, Hodgins frowned, "I'll replace his suit. I can afford it more than he can."
Patting his shoulder and then regretting it, Cam stared at the goo on her hand, "That might be a very good idea. . . . Now clean up that mess."
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