Story Title: Abba-Dabba-Don't
Characters: Dr. Grant, Fargo
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Drug usage & disco music
Author's Note: Man, I keep finding random fics tonight. I know this one was for the prompt of 'ABBA'... or drug use. Same thing really.

The thick haze of smoke that wafted out of Dr. Grant's office was the first indication that the temporally displaced doctor was engaging in an immersive history lesson again. The second clue was the synthetic strains of ABBA's 'Gimme, Gimme, Gimme' that were booming loud enough to be heard through the hermetically sealed door.

Fargo waved his hand in an attempt to clear a path through the fog being generated by the man sitting behind the desk. Dr. Grant's feet were propped up on a filing cabinet and he leaned back in the chair, looking utterly relaxed, as he took another puff off of the pipe in his hand. For one brief second, Fargo wished that he wasn't the boss so he could join Dr. Grant in his recreational choice of the day but responsibility reared it's boring head and Fargo coughed to get Grant's attention and because the smoke was really beginning to irritate his throat.

"Douglas." A smile spread slowly over Grant's face as he slurred out a greeting. If the poor reaction time weren't enough of a clue, the man's pupils were dilated to the point of insanity and it was obvious that Grant was completely blitzed. "What brings you here on this fine day?"

Fargo sighed. Any day that involved disco music and stoned historian was not a fine day. Not a fine day at all.

"Dr. Grant, I think we need to have another discussion about current laws and how we don't want to have to call Carter. Again."

Instead of responding, Grant looked up at the ceiling and began to giggle. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Fargo squeezed his eyes shut and wondered if, instead of the 'Just say no' speech, he should explain potenecy increases to the good doctor.