Once he had her outside, Harvey turned to her, placing his hands against her cheeks.  “Are you okay Bryn?” he asked with half a smile. When Bryn began to laugh, his smile grew.  In his state, it was contagious, and soon he was laughing along with her. He didn't know what was so funny, but he laughed anyway. He leaned over to whisper in Bryn's ear, stifling his giggles. "Hey. Aren’t we here to look for somebody or something? I forgot." Trying to catch her breath after the fit of laughter, Bryn leaned against Harvey and smiled. "Yeah, I think we are. Um, a dealer, right?”  Her face grew serious and she looked around at the empty sidewalk.  “I don't think he's here.”  She turned back to Harvey and smiled as she snaked a hand over his shoulder. “Hey, you know…you're kinda cute in a quirky sort of way." “Oh yeah?”  He eyed her curiously, then they both began to laugh.  It had been a long time since he had felt this good.  He knew that he had to keep it together, but Bryn wasn’t making it easy.    "I think maybe we should leave. I don't think the guy we're looking for is here." "Okay, but you're being a spoil-sport. Hey, where'd we park the car?"  She looked at him with sad eyes.  “We lost the car?”  That seemed to set Bryn off into another set of giggles and Harvey had to practically drag her up the street.  He was doing his best to maintain a level head, but it didn’t help matters that she had such an infectious laugh.  The pair stumbled their way down the street to a big, silver van and Harvey knocked on the back door. They stood and waited for a few minutes, but nobody opened the door. Harvey scratched his head in puzzlement. "Hmm. Nobody's home." "Maybe they went to get something to eat,” she said, then sucked in a deep breath in envy as tempting visions of chocolate smothered deserts dwelled in her mind.  “Oh that looks so good,” she said out loud as she stared off into space.  “I am so hungry."  Harvey searched her face for a long moment, then turned around to follow her gaze.  Seeing nothing, he turned back to her and smiled in revelation.  “You’re stoned.” “I am not,” she returned, indignant.  She reached up to grab the edge of her jacket and jerk it down sharply in disapproval.  When her hands couldn’t fine the edges of her jacket on their own, she looked down.  To her amazement, she wasn’t wearing a jacket at all. That was all it took.  Bryn was rolling with laughter at her mistake and she reached out to Harvey to stay on her feet.  “I’m not wearing a jacket,” she said, not noticing the confused look on his face.  She was having a hard time breathing through the hilarity.  “Oh you are so stoned,” he repeated, then laughed along with her.  The two of them fell over laughing again, unaware that they were being watched. Staring at the monitor in disbelief, Nash and AJ saw the pair walking down the street, appearing a little unstable on their feet.  When they knocked on the wrong van, AJ shook his head and glanced over at Nash. "What the hell are they doing?"