Spooky
Inez's bar, "The Saloon", was standing room only on Halloween night.
People were pressed to the walls dressed as everything from Superman to Judge Judy. ATF Agent Buck Wilmington took off the hat from his Zorro costume as he leaned back against the wall. JD was late.....nearly two hours late. Buck glanced at the door and frowned. Something was wrong, he could feel it. The kid was rarely late, especially for a party. And Buck knew how excited JD had been about this costume party.
Chris absently straightened the collar of his Sherlock Holmes cloak as he came to stand next to Wilmington. "Have you tried callin' him?" Chris asked as his blue eyes scanned the crowd.
Buck nodded as he raised his voice to be heard over the music, "I tried the office, and Casey's out of town, but I tried her anyway."
Larabee nodded, "I'll find the others and we'll start a search."
Chris had just stepped away when he heard a cellular phone ring. The blond agent turned in time to see Buck answer his phone. "Wilmington?" Buck answered the phone. Buck frowned as he placed his left hand over his ear in a futile attempt to block out the music, "JD? Where the hell are you?!"
Chris came to stand next to his old friend as he waited to hear of the younger agent's whereabouts. "Slow down, son," Buck replied, "I can barely hear you. You got arrested for what?" Chris frowned at the word arrest...this didn't sound good. "Didn't you tell them it was a TV show?" Buck asked as he motioned Larabee over. "Alright, son, alright," Buck stated as he and Chris walked toward the door, "We'll be there in twenty minutes to bail you out."
"Well?" Chris prompted as Buck ended the conversation.
Buck grinned as they stepped outside, "He was arrested for impersonating an FBI agent."
Chris blinked, "I thought JD was coming as Bat Masterson?"
"Changed his mind at the last minute," Buck replied as they reached Chris's car. Chris shook his head in amazement, "Let me guess the next costume choice was Mulder?"
Buck nodded, "Apparently the cops who arrested him don't watch much classic TV. And because of JD's age they didn't believe he was an ATF agent."
Chris sighed as he opened the driver's door, "How much is the bail?"
He held up his hand as Wilmington started to reply, "No don't tell me....I'd rather not know."
The End