Annex Affair
Summary: You know what happens when you assume. Each chapter is from a different characters perspective. Kelly/Toby.
Disclaimer: Brace yourselves, I own nothing. Just two Dwight bobbleheads and a lot of DVDs. I've gotten over it, I'm sure you can too.
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Michael was acting strange… try and control your surprise at that startling statement. The camera crew found him trying to sneak out of the break room without being noticed. He glanced into the Annex, noticing that Toby had moved around the partition to talk to Kelly. With a jerk of his head, Michael urged the camera to follow him into the stairwell.
"Oh my God." He sighed, leaning forward and resting his hands on his knees. "I wonder if I can fire Toby for this…"
Michael had nestled into the break room for his Friday morning relaxation session. He had been flipping through a forgotten copy of Marie Claire… uh… The Wall Street Journal… for business purposes. From his seat the two workers that had just returned to the Annex couldn't see him.
"Thanks for the brownie, Kel."
"No problem, I figured I'd practice my baking skills for tonight."
Michael inched closer to the door. What was tonight?
"Toby! It's your turn." Kelly called to him from her side of the partition.
"Oh… sorry, I was reading something. What's the score again?"
"I'm kicking your ass, that's all you need to know Flenderson."
"I gotta say, I love your modesty." Thud
"What're you reading?" Thud
"An email Jim sent me. He filled out that "25 Random things" as Michael." He smiled at Kelly's laughter. Thud
"Oh my God, you have to send that to me." Thud
Michael listened as the thudding stopped and was replaced by the clicking of Toby's keyboard.
"Ouch! Too hard Toby!"
"Sorry."
Michael froze… he didn't want to look… were they having sex? The thudding, 'too hard' … "Oh my God." He whispered to himself.
"Oh! I've got mail!" Kelly laughed. Thud
"The directions for my house are in there too." Thud
"Okay, cool." Thud "Damn it, Toby that hurts, are you aiming for my head?"
"Sorry."
"You know the rule." There was a squeak of his chair, Michael ventured a peek and found Toby's desk empty. Back in the stair well Michael was pacing.
"Do I tell Ryan about that snake? No… I should be sure before I got breaking that beautiful man's heart… I wonder if Toby used one of those drugs people put in drinks… a rupee I believe they're called." He paused and looked directly at the camera. "I'll have to put my top spy on this… well my second top spy."
He pulled out his phone and began to text message. Within seconds the door creaked open and Dwight Schrute's head peaked in.
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Just a little intro, I'll have some more up soon. Reviews are welcome.