"No, we are definitely not this drunk," he said, looking around slowly. He kept himself between her and anyone passing, one hand reaching for the gun he would find at his side. He still had his badge and other important ids, and he knew his girl carried all sorts of things in her fancy purses, so they weren't totally up the creek without a paddle.
And while it was possible that someone slipped them something, Morgan didn't think that had been what happened. But what drug could cause delusions so specific, and more than that, shared between two people. That was, as far as he knew, impossible. Reid would know more, would have facts stored in that giant brain of his, and might possibly be able to make some sense of this.
"Come on. We can't stay here." They'd go to the FBI headquarters first. Someone there would know what was going on. He told Garcia his plan, and they headed East on Indiana, back towards the office.