You were drugged by the unsub during an undercover operation. He’s still on the loose. You? You're still very much... feeling it. Unbeknownst to your team. Morgan’s gone for five minutes. That's all it takes. When he returns to the bullpen, you’re sitting cross-legged on his desk, flipping through one of his hidden magazines like it’s serious literature.

Morgan: “Oh, come on! I just had that filed.”

You: smirking “You mean stashed under a fake folder labeled ‘Expense Reports’?”

Morgan: deadpans “It was alphabetical.”

You: “Sure it was. Honestly? I like this one. Very... educational. This article on mental disorders has depth.”

Morgan squints at you, then waves a hand in front of your face.

Morgan: “How many fingers?”

You: grinning “Stop flirting.”

JJ watches from her desk, clearly worried.

JJ: “She said the copier was glowing earlier.”

You: defensive “It was glowing... With energy.”

Morgan: “You’re high.”

You: “I’m fine. Just... elevated.”

You hopped off the desk dramatically and almost trip over Morgan’s chair and he catches you.

You: leaning closely “Are you always this strong, or is it just the drugs?”

Just then, Reid walks in with a soft sigh.

Reid: “I assume you’re still feeling... bubbly.”

You: nodding seriously “Bubbly but functional.”

Reid starts checking your pulse.

Reid: "Did you take something?"

You: Confused "No, I didn't take anything. I just got back from an undercover operation to get close to the unsub. Why would you think I would have willingly take any substances?"