Note: Just had to happen. I was watching 'Bones' again and this came up. Please don't kill me

Sorry it's so short

Any 'Criminal Minds' fans? The actor who plays Wendell (name has escaped me) was on last week and he played a bad guy! Throughout the whole episode, I was screaming 'NO WENDELL, DON'T DO IT! NOOOO!'

My family has since started discussing putting me in a padded cell.

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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Sweets and the Meth Wall

When Angela got the call, she fell over laughing.

It had happened again.

Sweets, Wendell and Hodgins had gone to a club for their guys' night. Sweets was the designated driver, so he stuck to water while the other guys went onto the dance floor and tried to get with various women. On his way to the bathroom, he had nearly gotten swept into a rather violent fight between two women. Something about a man named Josh and baby daddies. One of the women picked up a chair and swung it at the wall. The wall had exploded and fairy dust had sprinkled the crowd, including Sweets and Hodgins.

When Angela got there, Hodgins was at the bar, passed out. Sweets was running around, Wendell following him. Apparently the club's manager had kept a stash of his product in the wall and had not factored in the wall breaking.

"I can fly!" he declared.

"No, you can't," Wendell sighed.

"Screw you!"

Sweets was running around the tables now, waving his arms like an idiot. Wendell was following, his face starting to flush from the effort and annoyance that was running through his system. It would only worse from here, Angela told him gleefully. There was no body to keep them here and she had taken it upon herself to take Hodgins home. This left Wendell with Sweets, who didn't look like he was going to slow down any time soon.

After a lot of coaxing, Wendell got Sweets out of the club. They had walked from the Metro, a descion Wendell now regretted. Sweets was still flying and he wouldn't shut up.

"ICE CREAM!" he screamed when he saw a Baskin Robbins. He ran across the street, arms in the air. Wendell followed, sighing. It was going to be a long night.

When he caught up with his friend, Sweets had jumped behind the counter and had lifted the tub of ice cream out. The clerk looked terrified and nearly fell over when she saw Wendell.

"Call 911! This crazy guy just jumped in here and started eating the Rocky Road!" she babbled.

"He isn't crazy, he's a shrink."

"I fail to see the difference."

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This will be edited one day I swear.

And to Awesome Socks: Sure! *skips off to Vegas*