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Episode Five - What Happens Now?

Part Two - I Did Not Have Sexual Relations

The sun has since set in South Africa. The players are trying to relax before tomorrow's mission, whether by playing card games or getting "acquanited" with each other.

"I've been missing my home back in Scranton," Michael said in his talking head. "And Jan...but at least Holly's here."

Michael and Holly are lying in the same bed, just looking at each other. Holly touches Michael's arm and says, "How are you and Jan doing?"

"It's been doing okay," Michael confessed, liking Holly's touch on his arm. "She's in good hands back home. Hunter, I think is taking care of her."

"Hunter...Hey, wasn't he one of Jan's receptionists?" Holly asked.

"I think so," Michael answered. "But who cares about him. It's not like their together or anything, right?"

Michael chuckled, trying to lift the tension in the room, and Holly cracked a smile. "It's good to know that you and Jan are okay."

"Thanks," Michael thanked, trying to nip the conversation in the bud.

For a few more seconds, they didn't move. But Michael summoned up the courage and moved closer to try to kiss her on the lips.

Unfortunately at that moment...

"Oh, my God!" Oscar yelled when he opened the door to discover Michael and Holly in a bed together.

"Oscar, wait!" Michael tried to get out of the bed to stop him, but fell on the floor.

Oscar ran away, trying to erase the memory of his boss and H.R. in bed together. Michael, of course, continued to try to catch up with him, but couldn't stop him.

"That was like seeing your grandma naked," Oscar confessed in his talking head, trying to put his disgust in his words. "It's...ugh," he shuddered from a thought that he wouldn't mention.

"What's wrong, Oz?" Jim asked after seeing the distress in his face.

"Jim, I think I walked in on something unimaginable," Oscar said, trying to calm himself down.

"What was it?"

Oscar took a deep breath before leaning forward and whispering, "Michael and Holly. They were--"

"In bed," Jim revealed to Pam in a well-crafted montage.

"Oh, my gosh!" Pam gasped, drawing her own conclusions in her head. "That is so--"

"Wrong!" Dwight rejected Pam's revelation of Michael and Holly's romp. "Michael is with Jan, not Holly. He would never do that."

"Are you sure about that?" Pam asked, trying to get him to take the bait. "Oscar saw them."

"Oscar?!" Phyllis exclaimed, shocked. "Why would he just barge in the room like that?"

"That's our room," Stanley mumbled, answering her question. He then turned to Dwight and asked, "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because it's important that the truth comes out, and Michael's not a--" Dwight began to tell him before he was cut off.

"Cheater!" Michael said, shocked that he would be called that from learning about the rumor from Dwight. "Why would I be a cheater?"

"People seem to have come to that," Dwight answered loyally. "It's immature human nature."

A second later, Holly came out of the elevators and walked towards her room. Dwight took this opprotunity to ask her, "Holly, did you and Mic--"

"No," Holly and Michael answered immediately. Holly soon passed them and entered her room, slamming the door behind her.

"I suggest you tell everyone what really happened," Dwight suggested, trying to help solve the problem. "People will believe you since you are their leader."

Michael thought about that for a moment and nodded his head. "You're right. I'm the leader, and damn it, they need to be set straight."

"That's the spirit, Michael," Dwight complimented. "Now you tell them the truth."

Michael took a deep breath and found the other five players sitting around a table, chatting. "Hello, everyone."

They all looked up at him for a moment then went back discussing what they talking about before their interruption.

"Ahem," Michael cleared his thought, annoyed at being ignored. "I need to set the record straight."

They all stopped, waiting for his statement. Michael took a deep breath and announced in a bad imitation of Bill Clinton, "I did not have sexual relations."

Phyllis looked up at him, expecting him to say something else. Michael saw this and remembered a la Bill Clinton, "With that woman. Thank you."

Michael then walked briskly away, trying to get away from the situation as soon as possible. Hopefully that worked.

It didn't.

"You think he was lying?" Pam asked Phyllis in a husked voice, knowing that Holly was in the next room.

"Yeah," Phyllis answered, dapping a little blush on her cheeks. "Wouldn't you lie if you did something naughty here?"

"Well, yeah," Pam replied, agreeing with her. "But why would he be caught in that situation in the first place?"

Phyllis pondered that for a moment, before coming up with an idea. "Maybe it wasn't him. It was Holly."

Pam's eyes widened at the possibility of this. "You could be right. We should get her side of the story."

"Definately," Phyllis agreed.

"It would be mean of us to form our opinion on something without having both sides of the story," Pam explained in her talking head. "So we needed Holly's side."

"Holly, can we tal--?" Pam tried to ask her as Holly neared the now empty bathroom.

"No," Holly answered, entering the bathroom and slamming the door behind her.

Later, the players were driven out to Chris Hani Baragaranth Hospital.

"We got to this really big hospital," Pam narrated in her talking head. "And I was thinking that maybe we'd have to cure people. And I don't think anyone's qualified for that."

"Welcome everyone, to the Chris Hani Baragaranth Hospital," Jon welcomed the players. "And this will be the site of today's mission."

Oscar hesitantly asked, "We're not going to become doctors, are we?"

"No," Jon answered. "There are three patients in the hospital that I will give you the chance to ask five questions too. One of the patients is lying, and two are telling the truth. Your job as a group is to figure out who's who. Each truthful person you uncover will be worth 8,000. But, if you choose the lying patient before the lying ones, the mission ends."

"This'll be easy," Michael scoffed at the mission. "How hard can it be?"

The players entered the hospital and were met by an old lady, a teenage boy and his mother, and an attractive woman. "Players, please ask your first question," Jon ordered, starting the mission.

"I got a good one," Michael spoke up first, looking at the hot woman. "Where do you live?"

"Down the street," the woman answered, with a hint of flirtation in her voice.

"You have four more questions left," Jon kept the tally.

"Michael, why'd you do that?" Holly pulled him away, scolding him. "You just wasted a question."

Michael rolled his eyes and lied, "I wanted to see if she was living in a pigsty. That'd cause a disease."

"Then why didn't you just ask if she was messy?" Holly sighed. "No matter. Someone else ask one."

Stanley cleared his voice and asked to all three of them, "What are your guesses to what you think you have?"

"I think I have the flu," the old lady wiped her brow with a kerchief. "It's been making my life miserably for days now."

"He's been having a sore throat," the mother said about her son. "It's making it very difficult for him to talk."

"A huge headache," the woman rubbed her forehead. "I've had this for hours, and it hurts."

"Three left," Jon reminded them. "Make these last three good."

"Question," Dwight began to ask without any consultation from his fellow players. "What is your temperature?"

"38 degrees," the old lady answered, then coughed.

"37," the woman replied, flipping her hair.

"Last time I checked was 39," the mother answered.

"My God, these people are hypothermic!" Dwight exclaimed at the astonishly low temperatures. "Have you all been in giant meat freezers!"

"No," the women answered quickly.

"Dwight!" Phyllis snapped at him. "They're not dying of the cold; those temperatures were in Celsius!"

"That leaves one more question," Jon told them.

"Oh," Dwight rubbed his chin. "Do any of you know what that means in Fahrenheit?"

"No!" Holly slapped her forehead, not believing everyone's idiocy.

"I don't know," the old lady wiped her nose.

"No clue," the attractive woman smiled at Michael.

"37 degrees is normal," the mother answered.

"That's it," Jon stopped the questioning. "I now need you all to tell me one person you think is telling the truth."

"That's easy," Michael scoffed, echoing what he said earlier. "It's the--"

"Wait," Pam stopped her boss from blowing the mission. "We need to talk this through."

"Nonsense," Michael continued. "The old lady is telling the truth."

"Is that your final decision?" Jon wanted to clarify with the players.

"No," Jim tried to stop this madness. "She's ly--"

"Old ladies never lie," Michael told them all, ignoring them. "Yes."

"I'm sorry, but she was in fact lying," Jon informed them. "Should have listen to Jim there, Michael."

"What?! How can she be lying?" Michael demanded an explanation.

"She said she had a fever, and I noticed her wiping her nose in her kerchief," Stanley began to explain to him. "She said it was the flu, but those are symptoms of the common cold."

"Oh..." Michael looked at the old lady. "Liar! Why would you do that to us?"

"Where's the money?" the old lady asked the host. "I'd like to go home now and watch my soap operas."

"Ask the supervisor," Jon pointed with his thumb outside the hospital. "Sorry, but that means that you all earn 0 in this mission. Get some sleep, because the execution is tomorrow."

The players hung their heads in defeat, with Phyllis shooting daggers at Michael's stupidity.

"He lost this for us," Phyllis said in her talking head. "We already knew he was an idiot, but is he the Mole?"

Author's Note: Sorry for the shortness of this. School is just about to start back up and I'm having less time to type. Quiz and execution is up next. Review, please!