AN: Hey Wolfy? (Yes Goldy?) It's been a long time, huh? (You got that right.) So what are we giving our fans this time? Scenes from a hat? Party Quirks? (How about Sixty Second Vocabulary?) Hey that works for me. You heard the woman, readers! The rules to this game is that each line of dialogue starts with the next letter of the alphabet. We chose to start with…well, you'll see. Hope you enjoy this latest chapter from Gold Wolf Productions.
"Question for me Agent Booth," Sweets asked as said agent entered his office with Dr. Jack Hodgins in tow.
"Right you are," Booth said, pushing Hodgins toward the doctor.
"So, what exactly is the problem," he replied as his gaze turned onto the surly looking entomologist.
"Tell Hodgins that putting beetles in my coffee is a sign of some deep, dark problem."
"Umm, why exactly are you putting beetles in his coffee?" Sweets looked disgusted at the thought of taking a sip of coffee only to have a beetle float to the surface.
"Very reasonable people eat beetles and such," Hodgins answered, flopping down on Sweets' couch.
"When have you ever known me to even think about eating a bug?" Booth looked at Jack with an outraged expression. As if he'd really eat a bug.
"Xenophobia, dude- you fear the unknown."
"You are so wrong about that," Booth retorted and crossed his arms across his chest as he glared at the bug man.
"Zaniness is fun to watch, but rarely solves problems," Sweets said standing from his chair.
"Absolutely in agreement with you there Sweets, so would you please tell him that he's deeply disturbed if he's putting beetles in my coffee?"
"Booth, for the last time- get over it," Hodgins demanded.
"Care to explain why you did it in the first place?" Sweets looked from one to the other, fairly amused at the argument.
"Don't know really."
"Excuse me?" Hodgins found it fairly amusing that Booth's outrage seemed to grow exponentially in situations, and it was proving quite fun to watch.
"For starters, let us all settle down," Sweets said, coming around his desk.
"Good idea there Sweets," Hodgins grinned as he watched Booth glare at the pair of them. This was fun.
"How about I take out my gun and shoot you?" Booth questioned, glaring at both doctors.
"Is that your answer to everything Agent Booth?" Sweets turned inquiring eyes up at the FBI agent.
"Just when people get on my last nerve and puts bugs in my coffee."
"Kiss my..." Hodgins didn't get to finish the sentence as the angry glare of the agent was set upon him.
"Let's just go get some coffee and…" but Sweets let his sentence drop as well. Yeah, that wouldn't go over very well.
"Make this... jerk apologize for putting bugs in my coffee!"
"Not really in my powers, Agent Booth."
"Oh, don't give me that," Booth said as a pout began to form on his lips.
"Please, you two, just kiss and make up." They both looked at the shrink and groaned before leaving the office. Sweets grinned and sat back in his chair. Beetles indeed. Those two together were nearly as bad as Booth and Brennan. He picked up his cup of coffee to take a sip and spit it out as a large beetle floated to the surface.