Chapter 1

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Booth and the squint squad had come to Wong Foo’s to celebrate yet another solved case. Laughter could be heard from their regular booth. Booth had been so proud of the squints that he’d decided to sit with them. All 5 were laughing and conversing with one another, the atmosphere light and airy. It was now apparent that Hodgins and Zach were beyond drunk.

At this point, Zach couldn’t stop giggling and Hodgins was spurting out random bouts of trivia in-between drinks. Brennan and Angela were now worried about them, but Booth was only amused. “Wow, two drunken squints. This would make a great video,” Booth said, laughing out loud. Zach let out a random burst of giggles, which only made Booth laugh harder.

“Booth look at them. One can’t stop giggling and one…” Temperance started.

“Did you know that ondontophobia is the fear of teeth?” Hodgins asked, with slurred words.

“That,” Temperance finished.

“Eh, don’t worry about it. You guys are okay, aren’t you?” Booth asked, clapping both on the backs. Zach hiccupped. “Whoa, okay there buddy?” Booth asked. Zach let a strange medley of hiccups and giggles. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Booth replied.

“Well, if ya’ll done letting out gases and playing Trivial Pursuit, I would like to go home,” said Sid while wiping the already clean counters. Booth looked at his watch. It had already been an hour since he had begged Sid to let them stay a little while longer.

“Sorry Sid, come on guys we gotta’ go,” Booth said, leading the squints out.

“Wait Booth we can’t let Zach and Hodgins drive home. While under the influence of alcohol, they’re pathetic,” Brennan protested.

“Not much of a difference than before,” Angela joked.

“Did you know that the 57 on the Heinz ketchup bottle represented the variety of pickles that the company once had?” Hodgins asked.

“Hmm, this does present as a problem,” Booth clapped his hands together, “I know how about Angela, you drive the two drunken squints home, and I’ll take Bones, here, home?” Booth proposed.

“Why not?” Angela said, grabbing both by the arm.

“Come on Bones; let’s go so Sid can go home.”

“Finally,” Sid cried, “Bye Booth, bye Bone Lady.” He grabbed the keys.

“Come on Booth,” Brennan called.

“Oh, wait Bones I can’t find my keys” Booth said, going back to the booth to look for his keys.

“I’ll help you,” Brennan crawled underneath the table, searching for the keys. Sid then came out, whistling and fidgeting with his keys. Seeing no one around, he shut off the lights and locked the doors.

“Whoa, what happened to the lights?” Booth cried out, as soon as the lights went out. He jogged to the door and struggled to open it. “Damn it,”

“I found the keys,” Brennan said, holding them up.

“Bones, we’re locked in!” Booth exclaimed. Brennan looked up in shock and surprise.

“Oh this is not good,” she said, quietly.