Note: This work was inspired by the Criminal Minds story, '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

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Chapter Two: Daisy, Vincent and the magic mushrooms

Daisy Wick isn't stupid.

Probably.

And neither was Vincent Nigel-Murray.

He was weird (but who isn't?) and she need to start popping some Ritalin, but they couldn't been totally stupid. Or how else how did they get and keep their jobs at the Jeffersonian? Or in Daisy's case, how did she keep coming back? (Seriously, how did she get to come back all those times? I'm wondering)

So how the hell did they end up ingesting magic mushrooms at ten in the morning?

That was a mystery, and would remain so for the rest of time. Well Hodgins and Angela knew how. The evidence had been found in the victim's backpack and had been set on a tray. Some hapless background character had started to take the tray to Hodgins and had been sidetracked by a phone call. He had left the tray of mushrooms in the break room. The two squinterns had wandered in, hungry after sifting through the sludge. So they had gobbled up the first thing they saw.

Which happened to be the magic shrooms.

When Hodgins had realized he hadn't received his evidence, he went looking for it. He found an empty tray and two high young adults.

Daisy was curled into a ball on the floor, staring at the ground and muttering. Vincent was standing on a chair, eyes on the lights.

"It's moving!" he cried and tried to grab the light. "I must have it!"

"I can see the dirt! I can see the dirt!" Daisy chanted.

Hodgins didn't know what to think at first. He just watched them for a little while, wondering if their behavior was their normal state or if they were high. With Daisy, it was hard to tell. Vincent seemed a bit out of character, but it didn't occur to Hodgins until Daisy sat up and all but screamed:

"I CAN SEE TIME!"

Then, it hit him.

Shrooms.

He had taken them a couple times in college and had done crazy shit. Not that he could remember any of it, but there was a tape of him running around, saying he could see everything and that he had learned the meaning of life from what he had seen.

So he went and got Angela, who nearly fell over laughing. She too had seen people on shrooms and thought this was the greatest thing she had ever seen.

"What are we going to do?" Hodgins asked as Daisy examined a jar of grape jelly and Vincent laughed for a reason only known to him.

"I don't know…" Angela muttered. "We can't tell Cam. She'll kill them."

"Yeah, I mean she was pretty pissed when Clark ate all those brownies."

"We could hide them in Limbo."

"No, that won't work. They could get into the bones."

"Good point."

Daisy was now eating the jelly and Vincent had now made his way over to Hodgins and Angela.

"You're really short. Like a member of the Lollipop Guild," he said to Hodgins. Angela giggled. "And your head is really big." Vincent moved on to Angela, who glared at him. "I can count the hairs in your beard…" Vincent said and grabbed Hodgin's head. "1, 2, 3, 4."

"What's going on?"

They jumped. It was Cam again.

"Um….we don't know. We just got here," Hodgins lied.

"36, 37, 38."

"What was it this time?" Cam asked.

"I think mushrooms," Angela braved to speak.

"Why is this happening?" Cam face-palmed. "Look, just get them out of here. Take them somewhere, where no one can see them and they can't cause any trouble."

So Hodgins and Angela took the still flying squinterns to the library.

Once again the day was saved.

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