My first Bobby fic. I hope it's good!

I'm not sure why I chose this title…it's the name of a Green Day song.

POSSIBLE SPOILER: Sex and Violence

"Agent Huntley," Bobby said professionally into the phone, as he sliced butter over a frying pan on the stove. It melted quickly, and he threw a steak into the pan.

"This is Agent Ritz calling in regards to the Fresno case, with the hospital killings? It seems that you've assigned two agents to my caseload – Frampton and Hendrix?"

Bobby sighed. Idjits.

"As far as I know, they were the only ones assigned to that case, so you had better go check your caseload again, and don't bother me with this nonsense." He hung up the telephone on the receiver hanging on the wall with FBI written underneath it on a piece of masking tape.