"You have no idea how much I appreciate this…. They have to wait for tomorrow night to give us the all clear." Cell phone to his ear Booth paces in front of forensic platform, one hand on his hip, fingers tapping. "Yeah…Look, tell Parks I'll see him this weekend, okay? Thanks Rebecca."
From her perch on the platform's steps Brennan watches her partner continue to pace like an angry caged tiger. "She's letting you change your days with Parker?"
"Yeah. She made a point to tell me how much he was looking forward to playing ball tomorrow though." Frustration clear in his voice and movements he loosens his tie and releases the top button of his shirt. "I can't believe I'm stuck in here because of a squint, AGAIN!"
"There's no need to yell, Booth."
"If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days, you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee."
All eyes travel to the thin British intern in the back of the platform save for Booth's who looks upwards, praying for patience. Hair sticking up wildly and half covered in a bright blue substance, Vincent smiles proudly. Next to him, one half of his long face dotted with the same blue, Fisher tilts his head thoughtfully.
"Did you know that if you fart consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb?"
"As a matter of fact I did. Flatulence, or a fart, is made up of-"
"Stop!" a chorus of voices echo in the empty lab. Fisher's face doesn't change from his unsurprised somberness while Vincent looks down, mumbling to himself.
"I think everyone is a little too on edge for trivia, Mr. Nigel-Murray," Cam says through a forced smile, arms crossed and leaning back against the railing.
"Actually there's a little something I would like to know," Hodgins says, almost as angry as Booth. He stands from his chair, glaring at Daisy, Vincent and Fisher. "What were the three of you doing here together?"
"And what the hell are you covered in?" Angela adds.
"Well…" Vincent hesitates, gesturing with his hands. "Are you familiar with the round…blue toilet bowl tablets?"
"Ok-Kay," she looks at them strangely. "And back to Jack's question: what were you doing here?"
Tight-lipped and completely drenched in blue Daisy exchanges looks with her fellow interns. "Um…waiting for Wendell and Arastoo."
"Why?" Cam says authoritatively. When there is only silence Booth snaps into action, quickly striding up the stairs.
"Alright, that's it. Mopey, Dopey and Ditzy front and center. Now." The three interns shuffle forward to stand in front of the stern-faced agent. "Why was the squintern club meeting after hours?"
Three pairs of eyes shift towards Brennan until Booth claps his hands loudly. "Hey! Mommy can't help you. Answer the question."
"Because I also would like to know what happened I'm going to let that go," Brennan glares at Booth before turning to her interns with steely eyes. "Please explain your intentions in coming here tonight."
"We were devising a… mischievous piece of humor," Vincent explains, a little nervous hitch in his voice. "To be carried out on our fellow intern that consisted of gelatin, blue toilet bowl cleaner and a bucket…I feel I must point out that this was not my idea."
"You were going to prank Clark by dumping blue globs on him?" Hodgins chuckles.
"Yes. We were just dissolving the cleaner when we were startled by your arrival resulting in a, um, mishap. Again, not my idea."
"Who's idea was it Mr. Nigel-Murray?" Brennan says disapproving, ignoring the snorts of laughter from her partner.
"Well, um." Looking extremely nervous now his eyes travel over to Fisher. Confronted with the icy stare, Fisher quickly points to Daisy who lifts her chin high.
Everyone on the platform looks at her in surprise. "Ms. Wick?"
"He laughed at my Lancelot's light-saber."
All right so I'm half asleep after only getting three hours for the past two nights and this popped into my head while watching Buffy. If it seems weird that's why. I got updates for That Booth Girl and the Oldest Booth coming soon and going to start working on The Beginning starting tomorrow (probably while I'm waiting for my car to get fixed…again).