Note: This work was inspired by 'Crackfics, Literally' by the wonderfully awesome Muffins taste good. Without their story, this one wouldn't be possible. So hats off her Muffins and read her story. It is tons better than this one.

Now, onto Drugs? WTF?

Yeah I'm not crazy about the title either. Suggestions are welcome

Set in Season Five-ish

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Prologue

It began with a pan of brownies.

Fisher, the resident emo boy, had gotten them from a friend, Dora, just before she had mysteriously left town. She had given him a pan of special brownies. By sheer bad luck, a human head was found in her freezer a day after she left. But that is another story.

In a not-so rare moment of stupidity, Fisher had put the brownies in his bag and went to work. When he saw Agent Booth, he ran for it and hid the brownies in the fridge. Booth refused to go near the fridge, ever since a particularly scarring incident involving a piece of moldy cheese and old milk. Hodgins had needed to hide for a few days after that. Fisher had put them in the way back and forgotten them. Soon, he had become too emo to function and had to take a leave of absence. The brownies sat there until someone found them. It was the last person that anyone would suspect.

This seemed to spark a flood of incidents that had no consequences sans hangovers. They included OOC behavior, broken objects, some mental scarring, minor physical injury and of course drama. That appears to be the gang's main talent. Besides, you know, science, solving murders and all that stuff.

Chapter One: Clark and the Magic Brownies

There had been a lot of weird incidents at the Medico-Legal Lab over the years. Like a few faked deaths, some explosions, ex-husbands showing up, kidnappings, the usual workplace drama at least at the Jeffersonian. But what occurred one October afternoon just knocked all that out of the water.

Hodgins ran into Angela's office, paler than usual. "Um…Ange? There's a problem with Clark."

"What is it now? Did he tell you to shut up?" Angela asked, not looking up from her computer.

"No."

"Did he quit?"

"No."

"Did he finally snap and bang Wendell?"

"I wish. Just come with me. You have to see this."

Bored with work, Angela followed Hodgins down the hall. They stopped at his office. There was a door wedged under the handle. Angela raised an eyebrow. "You'll see."

They peeked in slowly. Clark was sitting on the floor. His disturbingly shaped head was titled back and his eyes were sort of focused on the ceiling. He was softly giggling and his hands weaved through the air. There were a lot of brown crumbs on his lab coat and brown frosting was smeared all over his face.

A scary image, no?

"What the hell?" Angela muttered. Clark heard her and did a very creepy head turn. His head was still titled, which just looked really weird. He began to laugh even louder, sounding like one of the hyenas from The Lion King. Angela jumped right into Hodgins' arms. "What the hell?" she asked, in shock.

"You sound funny," Clark giggled and fell over.

"I thought the same thing. What the hell? Not that you sound funny," Hodgins said.

"I want to make cookies!" Clark suddenly screamed.

"What?" Angela asked.

"Cookies! And chips! Oooh…AND TACOS!"

"Sounds like he has the munchies," Hodgins laughed. Angela went over to Clark and was able to grab his head. "Look at his pupils." Hodgins joined her. "He's high."

"On what?"

"Pot."

"How? Wouldn't we smell the smoke?"

"Those are brownie crumbs on his coat."

"Do you really think someone was dumb enough to bring pot brownies to work?"

They exchanged a look that said of course.

"Who do you think it was?"

"Fisher. Could explain why he's been gone for so long."

"What's going on?" Cam suddenly appeared. "Why is Clark rolling around and laughing? Why aren't you working?"

"Uh…Clark is sick?" Angela weakly smiled.

Cam just glared at them. "That was weak guys. What's really going on?" She walked over to Clark. He looked up and squeaked. His eyes got bigger and he scrambled away to hide under the desk. There was a long, awkward pause before Hodgins blurted out the truth.

"Really? Why at work? Dammit, Booth and Brennan are on their way. We can't have a stoned intern in the same building as a federal agent. What are we going to do?" Cam ranted.

"Limbo," Angela suggested.

"Great idea!" Cam went over to the desk and hauled Clark out. She was surprisingly strong. They all walked out of the room, trying to look normal and nearly succeeding. That was shot to hell when Clark saw a cookie in the trash and tried to grab it. While Hodgins wrestled him away, Cam saw Booth coming and flung Clark into the storage closet where people went to have sex. Lucky for them, it was empty.

"Are you guys okay?" Booth asked the three squints when he came upon them.

"Never better!"

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Note: Yes, it's not the best, but I lost half the chapter and had to pull the rest out of nowhere. Review! Suggestions are welcome.