Travis had been noticing people acting strangely in the past 10 minutes or so. At first, he'd thought that he was just seeing things, and that's when he started to pay more attention and he wasn't seeing things. Something was off.
He was about to speak to Deeks when he felt it. Oh the high was so wonderful, bringing back so many good memories, but also so many bad ones, memories of loss of control, violence, blood and death. He also knew that he hadn't done anything. Two options: food or power. If this was TJ, he was going to kill him.
"We're high," he said when he reached Deeks. The words were a lot slower than normal. "It might be... it might be TJ. Fuck, I hate this." He really hated feeling like this, forced to remember too many undercover operations. "I'll take care of him. You check food."