WHO: Gabriel The Trickster, an NPC!demon, and Booth. WHAT: One of Lucifer's demons has caught whiff of the crazy. Not wanting to get caught in the act by big brother yet, Gabriel destroys the demon and stops with the cheerfulness for one and all. Oh, and that Booth guy gets saved from said demon or something. Meh, Gabriel doesn't really care. WHEN: Evening. WHERE: A few blocks away from the FBI building. RATING: PG-13.
Sometimes all it took was one person to ruin a good party. Everyone was having a good time, people were happily killing themselves and screwing themselves (and each other) over. Personally, Gabriel was having a good old time. There was nothing better than watching a city full of simple-minded humans drive themselves into the ground by the one emotion that he saw them use the least. Sure, there were glimpses of their happiness every now and again, but when did it ever really exist beyond tiny moments that never truly lasted? The world was ending. Nothing and no one would ever be able to stop Lucifer and Michael from meeting out on the battle field once they got their overeager paws on their true vessels. Gabriel had already seen the future; hell, he'd taken a trip there himself and, boy oh boy, the scenery was not pretty. All of these people were going to go crazy, die, and slash or go crazy and die. If there was anything that Gabriel could truly do for the simpletons he'd spent centuries living among, it was to ensure that they got one final party. One last bang of happiness before Earth was blown out of all of creation. It was quite the generous act on his part. But, as noted before, all it took was one person to ruin everything. And eventually, every party had to end somewhere.
In this case, it was a demon. No one special, really, but he had enough connections in the system to get word back to Lucifer if he wanted to. Gabriel wasn't an idiot. One demon was all that it was going to take for Lucifer to send one of his top dogs sweeping in to seek out what all the fuss was about. The demons were noticing that the people in Lawrence were behaving a little too happily for their usual tastes. As such, Gabriel knew that his game was over. If Lucifer turned his head this way and noticed that the archangel was screwing around with his vessels, he wouldn't be pleased. And, frankly, the last thing in the world that Gabriel ever wanted to do was confront any member of his family, especially ol' Lucy.
So he decided to handle things the old fashioned way. Track the demon who had picked up on the off behavior of Lawrence down and blow him to smithereens. That would be followed by Lawrence's happy streak being put to an abrupt halt, in which Gabriel planned on taking himself a nice little vacation elsewhere (Greece, perhaps? He hadn't screwed around with the local gods that way in a while...) until everything settled. It hadn't been hard to find the demon. They were far too predictable and the stink that they left behind was practically impossible for an angel to not notice. Quietly, Gabriel stepped out onto the roof of a low store building and looked down into the streets below.
There. One stinky, over-eager demon, stalking down one Seeley Booth. His subtlety was absolutely underwhelming, but maybe the demon knew he didn't need it. After all, Gabriel had made even the most dangerous of situations laughable to everyone in this city. He smirked a little, pride itching at him at the thought. Risky as all of this was turning out to be, Gabriel really couldn't deny that he'd gotten a good laugh out of it all. It had been very fun indeed.