Multiple Series Oneshots

The Brownies - 911 Lone Star

A/N: Yes, I did get this idea from the Greys Anatomy weed cookie episode. I'm gonna make one for Chicago Fire and Station 19, too.

Owen's pov

We usually get gifts and snacks from people we save. Someone walks in and gives us brownies. We all eat one. Except for Tommy, who was stocking.

Tommy's pov:

I walk in, and everyone is laughing. "Try one of these brownies, Tommyyy." Owen says. I look at everyone. They are high. These are weed brownies. I look around at everyone. "Daaad.." Tk says. "Yeaaa," he says. "I'm highhh," Tk says. "So am I!" Owen laughs. "We all areeee," Marjan says. I have a long day ahead of me. I take the brownies and throw them away. "Awwww, why did you do thattt" Paul asks. "Oh my gosh. I can't do this alone." I say. I call Carlos. "Be right there," he says.

Judd is talking to the pictures on the wall,
Owen is laughing hysterically,
Tk is also laughing hysterically,
Marjan is taking pictures,
Paul is eating chips,
Mateo is laughing at Marjan,
And Nancy keeps trying to get in the ambulance.
Grace walks in with Charlie, "Yeah, you don't wanna be in here right now," I say. "What's going on?" She asks. "Some people gave them brownies because they saved them from a fire," I say, I run over to Nancy and pull her away from the ambulance, then run back. "And they turned out to be weed brownies," I say. "Oh my gosh," she says. "They're all high?" She asks. "Everyone except for me and Carlos, and you," I say. "And this little cutie pie," I say, tickling Charlie. She laughs. "Well, I should get back," she says. "Okay, see you," I say.

[Time skip a few hours]

They're starting to come down from their high.
"That was... wierd.." Judd says. "I know," Owen says. "What on earth are these pictures I took?" Marjan asks. "Did I really eat this whole bag of chips?" Paul asks. "Why am I on a leash?" Nancy asks. "You kept trying to go in the ambulance and play doctor on yourself," I say. "Oh..." She says. Mateo lays in the bunks and passes out. Tk is sitting on the couch muttering. "This can't be real. 1 year down the drain. And it wasn't even my fault. I'm so freaking angry," he's mumbling. I walk over to Owen, "If you feel well enough, you wanna go see if he's doing okay?" I ask. He realizes. "Oh..."