"Kel? Kel? Where the heck are you?"
Neal roams the halls, furious. Without the report, Wyldon would kill him!
Wait... it took a couple seconds for Neal to register what he was hearing. Kel... definitely Kel... whispering... Wyldon? Oh gods, it's Raoul, too! What do I do?
Neal was starting to panic. Okay. Take this rationally. They're playing a prank on me.
Neal pushes open the door to Raoul's office. Oh gods, it's true. And they see me.
Neal got an eyeful of Kel, she was casually lounged against Raoul, Wyldon was massaging her foot.
With his jaw dragging on the floor, Neal takes a feeble step back, but Kel yanks on his pant leg. "I'm bored, Neal. Come on!"
Raoul and Wyldon feign anger and insult.
Neal pulls himself together. Well? What's the harm?
Neal fit right into their little sandwich, when a knocking interrupted his and Kel's turn. Neal groans. "You know, we really should lock this door —"
The Baird opened the door. "I heard there was a party in here." he said presently.
Kel sighed as Neal went into another state of shock.