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On most days the office closed up around 5 p.m., which was the time of day when everyone got their things together, shut down the computers and disappeared for the night. However today was different. Everyone was lingering at the desks, hoping to observe Kelly and Toby as they left.

"You realize that we're basing all of this off of something that Michael and Dwight said." Oscar said to Andy, the two were hovering around the copy machine.

"I believe it. A couple of weeks ago I hit on Kelly and nothing."

"Maybe she just didn't want to go out with you."

"No, that's not it. I turned on the Nard-Dog Charm. No single woman can resist." Oscar just shook his head.

"Do you think we're being too obvious?"

"How so?"

"Well, we're standing at the copy machine but have no papers… and the machine's broken."

"Michael said he heard them having sex… do you think that's what they do back there?" Phyllis asked Stanley quietly.

"I do not know and I do not care." Stanley replied, not looking up from his crossword puzzle.

"Then why are you still here?" She replied.

"Because Michael hid my keys."

"Again Stanley?"

"Don't start."

"They're coming!" Dwight said in a loud whisper, turning back to his computer.

"Oh my God, the season finale was sooo sad. They totally played a little bit of that Green Day song that they always playing at graduations and oh my God, Hef just went right back as if nothing ever happened… Do you get E! at your house? Because they're replaying it tonight." Kelly stopped talking and looked at Toby. He was looking over the completely silent office.

"Hey guys…" He ventured quietly. "What's going on?"

"Seriously, you've all been super creepy today. More so then usual. Normally it's just Creed or Andy who stare at me."

"We know!" Michael shouted, rushing out of his office. "We know about the two of you and your dirty little games back in the annex… right by the desk that Ryan used."

Toby and Kelly shared the same expression, one of shock.

"What are you talking about?" Toby asked, incredibly aware that everyone in the office was staring at them.

"I heard you two. The banging and the dirtiness and the "practicing for tonight" thing. Did you drug her?"

"Michael!" Toby almost raised his voice. "We were playing Dunder-Ball." A collective group of people released an "Oh!" of understanding. Recalling the day of Olympics when Toby and Kelly shared their game with the rest of the office.

"What about practicing?" Dwight asked.

"Yes! Good point Dwight. What was that about practicing?"

"I'm babysitting Sasha tonight and practiced making brownies last night so I could teach her." Kelly said, finally joining the conversation. "Oh my God, just because everyone else in this office is having some secret, creepy affair," she glanced at Dwight and then Angela, "doesn't mean that we are."

"Seriously guys… why would you even think that?" As if on cue everyone turned to look at Michael.

"I… I will be in there." Michael returned to his office in a hurry, closing the door. Everyone watched quietly as a seemingly disembodied hand slowly closed the blinds.

"Okay." Toby broke the silence.

"We're leaving now. In different cars. Is that okay with everyone?" Kelly said before walking to the door.

"What she said." Toby said, following her out of the office. The ride down in the elevator was quiet. Neither really knew what to say.

"So… I'll follow you?" Kelly asked, stopping at her car door.

"Yeah, okay."

"You totally realize that they're all watching us right now?" Toby ventured a glance upwards. Sure enough everyone was gathered at the windows, looking down at the parking lot. "Freaks."

Toby Talking Head

"Am I dating Kelly? No… no… why does everyone think that we're going out? Just because we're in the annex together all the time…"

Kelly Talking Head

"Just because I'm going over to his house doesn't mean that we're doing anything. I've been over to Jim's place… back before he moved… that barbecue thing he had. Yeah. You know what happens when you assume? … You make an ass out of yourself and you do it in front of the pretty, popular girl."

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