A/N: Well, this story all came about because of a lovely author here who goes by the penname stevieLUVSAlex, if you aren't familiar with her work please check it out! stevieLUVSAlex and I tossed around some ideas and decided to co-author a story and this is our brain child. Thanks so much stevieLUVSAlex, this wouldn't have been possible without you!
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A/N 3: Hey guys as soon as I'm able to get my computer to read the stupid file I will post a copy of the Joy Juice recipe online and put a link on my profile. It actually can and has caused the effects described in this chapter and the next. True to form the real life Puck and the real life Marie are two of the very few people who've witnessed actually able to handle the fermented form of Joy Juice with little or no ill effects.
Disclaimer: Still unable to claim Bones as my own.
Later that afternoon a very flustered Angela marched into Brennan's office. "Sweetie, do you mind telling me what the hottie is doing to my husband?" She asked with her hands on her hips, Brennan wasn't sure whether her friend looked more amused or flustered I wish I was able to read people like Booth she thought.
"What Hottie Angela? What happened to Hoddgins? I didn't hear anything explode. He was supposed to be replicating a drink to determine if it was strong enough to mask the chemicals used to subdue and kill the victim." Brennan stated completely perplexed by how something to simple could have upset Angela.
"Just come see for yourself." Angela huffed stomping towards one of the rooms Hoddgins routinely used for conducting experiments with a baffled Brennan in tow.
Even Brennan, who was normally the pillar of proper work etiquette, couldn't contain her giggles at the sight that greeted her. Jack Hoddgins was running around the lab like a hyperactive toddler on speed, sipping from a beaker of thick, bubbling, purplish-red liquid. Booth was seated on a stool swinging his legs drinking from a similar beaker with a lopsided grin on his face, which bore an eerie resemblance to his vicodine face. Wendell had a serious case of the hiccups and giggles. Fisher was actually smiling, which in and of itself was just downright disturbing. The only two people in the room who appeared sober were Aristol and Puck. Puck was drinking from a beaker just like the three sauced scientists and the plastered agent, but he appeared completely unphased.
"Puck what happened here?" Brennan questioned both amused and concerned for her co-workers.
"Dr. Brennan, pardon me for interrupting, but it is not Mr. Maser's fault. He advised against mixing the … Joy Juice with caffeinated drinks, but Dr. Hoddgins and Agent Booth insisted they could handle a little caffeine and sugar. They mixed it with Mt. Dew, just as Mr. Maser, to test the concoctions ability to mask the murder weapon. I believe the evidence supports Mr. Maser's assessment that they would be unable to handle the sugar and caffeine." Aristol hurried to explain the bizarre behavior of his co-workers. "It seems that the combination of fruit, citric acid, and sugar causes the caffeine and sugar levels to become highly amplified."
"So let me get this straight my husband and Agent Sexy are high on sugar and caffeine like a couple of toddlers?" Angela managed to ask through her laughter.
"Yep, that's about it." Puck said with a smile as he watched the incredibly brilliant people in front of him act like children.
"Why do you appear unaffected?" Brennan questioned Puck.
"Easy I've been drinking this stuff practically since I met Marie. I've had it mixed with Jolt, Water Joe, Mt. Dew, just about any soda combination you can come up with. I've had it when Marie oopposed and thawed a frozen batch in the sun for too long and it got everyone else drunk by mistake. Guess you could say I got a H-ll of a tolerance for the stuff, unlike them this ain't my first time." Puck said with a smirk.
Just then Cam walked in. "I could've sworn I hid the pure alcohol from Hoddgins. How in the H-ll did he talk Seeley and the interns into drinking with him?" Cam demanded.
"It's not alcohol at all its sugar and caffeine; they just can't hold their own." Replied Puck, with barely concealed mirth.
"Sugar and caffeine? Really? Oh I will never let them live this down." Cam crooned.
"It was an experiment to determine the ability to conceal the murder weapon, from the victim." Brennan stated "Although if I understand correctly their Alpha Male tendencies necessitated that they consume the drink to prove their virility, but they failed miserably."
"Well, in that case make sure everyone gets home safely and let's call it a day people." Said Cam leaving the lab.
It took a little coxing, but Brennan and Angela managed to convince their men to head home and Aristol loaded Fisher and Wendell into cabs with the help of Puck, who found the whole incident thoroughly amusing.
We were going to hold off posting this chapter until later in the week, but do to some lovely reviews we decided to post a little early. Hope you all enjoy it and we can't wait to hear your thoughts! We'd also love to know what you'd like to see happen in this story, so please drop us a line and let us know what you think!