War Is Coming Communications.

Wha- uhhh so why didn't anyone tell me not to use the microwave unless I wanted to go- shit I don't even know where I am.

[Bones]
Apparently I'm in China.

[Kat]
I might need a little help?

Apparently I am going out of town tomorrow. While I know you don't do forensic anthropology, can you or Ziva make sure that my interns don't mess anything up? Chain of evidence followed and such?

[Rex]
Takin off for a few days. You good here?

[Bones]
I'm getting out of the city for a while. Will you come with me?

I don't really know what to say here. I'm sorry doesn't seem like enough but it's all I've got right now.
seriously Lucifer "master?"
that's just wrong

[Ruby]
Did I do something to make you hate me? It feels like you hate me or something

[Bones]
Where are you?

[Filtered to complex doctors]
I need some more strong pain killers. I'm out, regular hospital's overloaded. Can you hook me up?

[Text to the asshole looking like Sam.]
We're going to stop you. You know that right?

[Ziva]
Answer me.

[Dean]
You still you?

I won't be in for a few days. Ziva, you know the routine..

..Tonight, a diner served me pie in a cup. A glass cup. I'm officially ashamed to even call it pie. Who eats pie out of a cup? It's as ridiculous as people eating a snickers bar with a fork and knife or something. But at least they brought me extra. It kinda made up for my cup pie confusion.

Hi. Guess what?

I'm still around if anyone needs anything, I've been busy with cases lately, but I just thought I'd put it out there. New faces are around so I'll make with the introduction. My name is Seeley Booth, but don't call me Seeley. Just Booth is good, or Agent Booth. I've been here for two years now. There are classes at the complex to teach self defense. I saw something about someone wanting practice weapons, I'll see what I can do about borrowing some from the FBI Gym. If there are any questions feel free to ask.

[Winchesters and Associated]
As always if theirs anything you guys need down on the legal end, let me know.

[Sam]
What the hell was all that about last night, man?

[Ziva and Bones]
They want to promote me.

Well, I've gone out and gotten myself a job here. It's hardly what I'm used to, but it'll suffice for the time being. I never realized how much I took my parents money for grante

And on a separate note, I seem to remember someone saying something about there being an exorcism in case people happen upon demons. Does anyone know where I could find a copy of it? I'd rather be prepared than left in the dark should I come across one.

I need to go home.

[Separate text to Bones]
Are you busy?

I stopped by Eliot's today. The stuff is there, but it hasn't been touched for a while. I tried calling Eliot's cell, nothing. Disconnected number. No Hardison, Eliot..I was worried because I hadn't heard from them in a while, but I guess I should be happy. It's likely they were sent home and are safer then they would be here. still it sucks
I'm tired of

I can't believe Chuck turned me into Fabio.

Dear complex,

Please remember who you live with. There is a Federal Officer in your building. Two actually. But the one writing this is currently the one to pay the fuck attention to. He is bound by the law if he "see's" illegal activity. Or hears it. Also, who is a trained Army Ranger sniper that does not enjoy being woken up in his own safe haven by a gunshot with a sleeping child in the next room. You all have no idea how lucky you are that I was not in a deeper sleep and was not woken up by pure reaction timing. Sniper. FBI Agent. The decisions you made last night better not be made again, otherwise not only because of the law will I kick each and every one of your asses but because of the safety of my child I will kick them personally. while I may not arrest you 'this time', don't question me next time. I swear the things I miss when I go to bed early..

No love.
Agent Freaking Booth of the FBI.

[ooc: Booth swearing, ya'all know you're in trouble now! ooo.]

Sam wants me to have his babies.

I was trying to help a few people get to the hospital and a little old lady beat me with her cane because she thought I was kidnapping her half mutilated husband. Now I'm sitting in the E.R., waiting to get stitches to the side of my head.

What the fuck just happened?

The blue lady said that theres a bug outside the complex I wanna see it she said live ones is better than dead ones.

Can I go see it?

They know.

[ooc: will get to tags and things shortly, but currently brainfail..lawl now it's my filter fail]

Booth told me to contact you.

Starting on the first of this month, people have been either falling in love with me or hating me. There is no rhyme or reason to it. I do not know how you would be able to help, but I trust Booth with my life and he suggested you so yes. Is there a way to make this stop?