Their solve rate is astronomical. They have state of the art technology and the best criminologists in the world at their disposal. But occasionally they are stumped. This was one of those times.

There is a running joke in the Los Angeles FBI office. Probably the same joke that occurs in offices across the country. If you want goodies to disappear, just leave them in the break room.

But the cake had been there all morning and still hadn’t disappeared. It was a true mystery. Don had noticed the box when he grabbed his first cup of coffee, but he didn’t have time to stop and investigate. Colby had been about to lift the lid when Don summoned him to go to a crime scene. David was the first one to actually open the box.

“Congratulations!” the blue frosting script proclaimed.

“Congratulations for what?” David asked the empty room.

Nikki sauntered in the room. “You talking to the baked goods, Sinclair?”

David scowled at her. “New Guy, you have any idea where this came from?”

Nikki shrugged. “No idea. You’re Don’s second in command and you can’t figure it out?”

“Funny.” David rummaged through the silverware drawer until he found a long knife. “Well, it’s clearly here for us, so we might as well enjoy it.”

“I don’t know. What if it’s a bomb?”

“A bomb? With all the security we have here? I don’t think so.”

Don entered, dumped his cold coffee into the sink and poured himself a refill. “Who’s the cake from?”

“We were just wondering that,” David said. “New Guy here thinks it’s a bomb.”

“I didn’t say that. I just asked what if it’s a bomb. It does look good, though.”

“Hey,” Liz said from the doorway. “What’s up?”

Don pointed at the cake. “You got any idea where this came from?”

Liz studied the cake carefully. “Nope. But it looks good.”

“It does,” David said, wielding the knife. “Let’s try it. New Guy, find us some plates and forks.”

Nikki chuckled as she began opening cupboard doors. “This being second in command has gone to your head.”

David carefully laid the knife across the center of the cake, preparing for the first cut. “Damn, this cake is hard,” he muttered, pressing down on the knife.

Don took the fork Nikki offered and poked the cake. He heard a distinctive ‘clink.’ Taking the knife from David, he scraped the frosting from the cake, revealing a gray background with some kind of black lines. “There’s writing on it.”

Once he cleared the frosting from the top of the cake, Nikki and Liz high fived each other. “’April Fool!’” He read. “Very funny.” He gazed at his two women agents, eyes narrowed. “Congratulations,” he said. “You two just volunteered to make a donut run.”

“Aw, Boss! What’s wrong? You got no sense of humor?” Nikki asked.

“Oh, I’ve got a sense of humor all right, but that cake you created just looked too good. You made me hungry. Now, get going!”

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