Title: The Special Filing Cabinet
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Any claims that I own this belong on the Special Filing Cabinet.
A/N: Just some fluffy Koby friendship. I love smack-talking Kelly with her Jim-hatin' 'tude. Takes place a little after The Depostion, and is slightly AU, I guess.
"Oh my god, Toby, what are you doing here? It's, like, six!" Kelly exclaimed, rounding the corner and finding Toby still at his desk.
"What are you doing here?" he countered. He hadn't heard her for the last hour.
"I was updating my mySpace page. My computer at home is so slow, you wouldn't believe it. And I waited 'til five so it wasn't on company time. Oh, and I totally updated my music function so it plays Brittany Spears' new single; it's so awesome! I was listening to it in my headphones the whole time." She paused. "You totally didn't answer my question."
He sighed. "Dwight kept me late filing his weekly complaint report against Jim." He tapped the stack of papers on his desk as proof.
"Ugh. Dwight's such a spaz. But Jim's kind of a dick, too. I mean, I wouldn't put up with it if I were Dwight. But I wouldn't want to be Dwight, 'cause... ew." She paused in her monologue to shudder. "Anyway, why do you even bother with this? You just put it in that box and forget about it." She plucked a form from his desk and wadded it up, then tossed it in the trash. "There, it's filed."
Toby started to protest, then stopped in horror of his own bureaucratic reflexes. Then he laughed. "I like your filing system."
"You're such a dork," she laughed, hands on her hips.
He crumpled up the rest of the paperwork and dumped it in the can after its fallen brother. It was against regulations, but what did regulations know about working this job?
"There you go!" Kelly squealed encouragingly, holding out her hand for a high-five. "Maybe there's hope for you yet, Toby."
"I hope so," he said, hitting her palm squarely and smiling the first genuine smile he'd had since walking through the doors at nine a.m. He looked at his uncluttered desk. "Guess I'm done for the day."
"C'mon, let's get out of here. This place is, like totally depressing when it's empty. Even more than normal."
Amen to that, sister.
They walked out of the annex, kind of together.
"Oh my god! You know what we should totally do? We should pull a prank on Jim! 'Cause he's always making you do tons of extra paperwork!"
"Um, I don't know if... What do you have in mind?"
She stood before Jim's desk speculatively. "Mmm... I dunno." She started opening drawers. "Man, he's boring. There's, like, nothing in here. A Jell-o mold? What a weirdo. Oh my god! I totally know what we should do! Wait here!" She ran for the door, leaving Toby in consternation.
While he waited, he tested the door to Michael's office. Locked. Damn it.
Kelly ran back, a bucket of ping-pong balls in her hands.
"Where'd you get those?"
"The warehouse. Didn't you know there's a table down there now? Jim is crazy-bad at ping-pong; it's ridiculous. Like, a blind guy could beat him." She opened a drawer and poured in a few of the white spheres. Toby started pulling open the rest of the drawers and she tossed a handful into each one.
"Oh! I totally know what to do next!" Kelly said, grabbing one of Pam's Post-Its. She wrote something down, them proudly showed it to Toby.
KEEP PRACTICING, block letters advised.
"Perfect," he said with a nod, and she tossed it in his pen drawer.
They closed everything up and hid the bucket under his desk. It was the perfect crime.
"You know, I can almost see why he does this," Toby said as they headed for the elevator. Kelly just giggled.