8:00 A.M., Team Seven's lounge in Denver, CO.
"Hey give me that!" JD demanded.
"Why? You can't open it anyway," replied Buck.
"Well I was trying to and probably would have if you hadn't've snatched it from me," JD argued.
"And what, may I ask, are you two boys debasing about today?" Ezra asked as he walked into the lounge, fixing himself some coffee.
"I'm hungry and Buck won't give me that Jell-O bowl," JD said.
"Well I'll give it to 'ya when I get it open," Buck said.
"Yeah, let's see you open it. That lid has to be glued or something," JD said.
Buck struggled with the bowl for a minute and then he finally gave up. "Here, you try!"
Ezra took the bowl that had been shoved into his face. Putting his fingers around the lid, Ezra tried to pry it open. He made a grimacing look as he worked on it.
"Well?" JD asked as he and Buck got closer to Ezra and the bowl.
"Ur...urrr...uuurrrhh!" Ezra finally managed to get the lid off as well as hitting something with his elbow.
"My nose! God, my nose!"
"What the hell is going on in here?!" Chris demanded as he and Vin entered the room. They saw JD lying on the floor, holding a bleeding nose.
"Nathan, get in here!" Chris yelled to his only trained medical agent.
Nathan rushed into the room along with Josiah.
"JD?" Nathan said as he reached the kid. "Vin, go get me my bag. Buck, grab me up a bunch of paper towels."
When Nathan was done with JD, JD had a lot of tape and gause on his broken nose.
"Ha-ha-ha, you sure look funny, JD'" Buck laughed at his fellow agent.
"Like to see what you'd look like with a broken nose," JD muttered.
"What was that son?" Buck asked, not getting a reply from JD.
"JD, Buck, Ezra, my office, now!" Chris shouted from his door.
Oh this is great, each agent thought as they walked to their fearless leader's office.
Chris slammed the door behind them and walked to his desk. He didn't even wait for them to sit down.
"Now I want to know what the hell happened this morning!" Chris said.
"BucktookImerelywalkedinhestartedit!" all three agents began at the same time. Chris couldn't make out a word.
"Enough!" Chris shouted to be heard. "All right Ezra, I'll give you the chance to defend yourself."
"Defend myself? Chris, as much as I feel guilty about breaking Mr. Dunne's nose, I am just as innocent as he is," Ezra stated.
"Innocent? You're the one who broke his nose!" Buck squealed.
"And it would not have happend if you had not pushed that Jell-O bowl into my face!" Ezra argued.
"Wait a minute. Jell-O?" Chris asked.
"Well I was hungry," JD answered.
"Hungry? You shouldn't have even been eating Jell-O for breakfast anyhow," Buck said.
"Well it's a lot better that what you cook for breakfast," JD said.
"You've got money. Go buy your own food," Buck told him.
"All right, maybe I will." JD stood up.
"Are we dismissed, Mr. Larabee?" Ezra asked.
"You're free to go. And JD?" Chris stopped the young ATF agent before leaving.
"Yeah?" JD asked.
Chris wanted to laugh at the site of JD. "Just don't buy any pudding."
"Yes, sir."
The three left the office, with Buck slapping JD on the back of the head. "Eating Jell-O for breakfast..."
The End
