Oscar just needed to pick up his briefcase. He could have gone in by himself, but Jaime naturally preferred to accompany him. Anyway, she liked the OSI building at night - it was simultaneously peaceful and mysterious, and just a little creepy. They walked down the long dark hallway together, their footsteps echoing in the silence.

"I ate too much." she confessed, patting her belly.

"Me too." he smiled.

When they reached the glass doors he swiped his security card against the sensor on the wall, and then, as was his habit, held the door open for Jaime. She started through and then stopped dead at the threshold, paralyzed by the astonishing sight of Callahan and Russ leaned up against Callahan's desk - engaged in a passionate kiss. Jaime quickly stepped backward, pushing Oscar back at the same time. Oscar, once out in the hall, spun around and leaned his back against the door to speed its closing.
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"I could have died a happy man without ever having seen that." he whispered. "Who was she with?"

"Russ!" Jaime hissed.

His eyes widened, and he shook his head. She could tell he was trying to formulate what exactly he was expected to do in this situation.

"Sweetheart," she said, fingering a button on his blazer, "don't forget that - there but for the grace of God go us." She frowned at him. "Or is it we?" Oscar's gaze drifted into the middle distance.

In that same office not so long ago, she had come in to pick him up after he had put in yet another late evening. A couple of lingering kisses had quickly gotten out of control, and before they knew it they were all over each other on the office couch. Had someone walked in on them - even if they had been able to leap up in time - it would have been clear what they were up to. Jaime's hair was a mess, her blouse half undone and well wrinkled. Oscar was similarly disheveled, his shirttails hanging out and his tie slung over his back. She was fumbling with his belt buckle when she heard a noise outside and froze. He immediately seized as well. "Janitor?" he whispered. "Maybe." she replied.
They held there for a long moment, until Oscar was finally able make out the telltale squeal of the janitor's cart as it came through the outer doors.
"Eek-eek-eek." It rolled up to Callahan's desk.
"Up, Oscar - we need to get up!" Jaime whispered urgently.
"Wait." he replied, his expression alert. Neither of them dared to breathe.
"Eek-eek-eek." The cart was now clearly right next to Oscar's door.
"Hal?!" he called loudly. His voice reverberated through Jaime's body.
"Yes Mr. Goldman?"
"Can you come back in half an hour? I'll be finished in here by then."
"Sure thing Mr Goldman." The sound of the cart receded. Once they were sure Hal and his cart were out in the main hallway, they simultaneously breathed in relief.
"You'll be finished what in half an hour?" she teased, running her fingers through his hair.
"Finished getting the hell out of here," he replied, lifting himself away from her. "What are we doing here," He extended his hand to her and pulled her to her feet, "when we can go home to my nice warm bed?" He looked at her reproachfully. "You have a devastating effect on my brain."

Oscar's eyes returned to Jaime's, along with a smile. His expression was a delicate combination of pleasure and embarrassment.

"We." he said. "I think it's we."

He pushed the door open again, this time passing through first. Callahan was seated at her desk. She was trying to make herself appear small, inconspicuous and innocent. Russ, looking deeply chagrined, was standing as far from her as possible.

"Why, Russ, Callahan, good evening!" Oscar greeted them, grinning. "Getting a little extra work done! That's great. I like that kind of initiative."

Callahan glanced nervously at Jaime. Jaime, in step behind Oscar, raised her eyebrows and smiled.

Oscar looked at Russ as they moved through to his office. "Got something red on your lip, there, Russ. Must be ...jam."