Abby was staring at the piping hot and still untouched pot of coffee. She had the mug for Stiles in hand but she couldn't bring herself to pour him his coffee.

Rick had touched the can of coffee. What if he'd done more than just rummaging through the cupboard?

"What's the matter?" Stiles came up behind her when she was taking too long.

For a long moment, Abby didn't answer. It was silly. But what if …?

"I know it's stupid." She took a breath but still couldn't bring herself to just pour the goddamn coffee. "But what if Rick …?" She didn't even know what he might have done with the coffee.

Stiles just looked at her in confusion but then his eyes fell on the can of coffee still on the counter.

"Throw it out," he ordered. His voice had an edge to it that left no room for doubt.

Abby shook off her stupor and poured the coffee into the sink.

"Throw out everything consumable that's not sealed," Stiles continued. "We need to wash all the dishes. And wipe down every surface."

"Isn't that a bit over the top?" Abby wanted to laugh it off but her chest felt too tight. More what-ifs were coming to mind.

"Maybe," Stiles admitted. "But better safe than sorry. That asshole is just the kind of guy who gets off on touching everything with his dick. Or pissing in your cup."

With a yelp, Abby dropped the cup.

"I'm going to bath in hand sanitizer," Abby muttered. The cup was still in one piece so she couldn't just throw it out. "Okay, let's get this over with."

Together they washed and cleaned everything Rick might have tampered with.

"Thank you," Abby said, the clinical stench of hand sanitizer still clogging her nose. She was longing for a shower but that had to wait.

"What for?" Stiles looked up from where he was setting up his laptop on Karen's desk.

"For not calling me paranoid because of the coffee."

"You're not paranoid if there actually is somebody after you." Stiles cracked a grin at her.

Abby shook her head but then the phone rang and she had to go back to work.

Working with Stiles around was strange. Abby was used to Karen sitting at the other desk but Karen was quiet. Sure she made a phone call now and she got up quite often to go to the bathroom or to get fresh coffee but those were things Abby was used to.

Stiles, on the other hand, was fidgeting. He couldn't move half of his body but he compensated that with doubling the movement in the part he could move.

He balanced on his back wheels quite often, most likely his equivalent of tapping one's foot. Then there were the bursts where he was rapidly typing, the keys clicking loudly. And his mouth was constantly moving as well. He was either chewing on something, Karen was down two pencils not that Abby cared. And he was talking. Sometimes aloud, sometimes just muttering under his breath but he was never quiet.

"How's Derek getting any work done with you around?" Abby couldn't help but ask. With the constant noises coming from him and the movements she caught out of the corner of her eye, it was impossible for her to focus.

"He doesn't," Stiles said around a pencil in his mouth.

Rip number three, Abby thought.

"That's why he's so happy that he has an office at the studio now." He gave her a grin around the pencil in his mouth. "If he really needs to get something done he goes back to his own place. Heard that Josh is easier to have around."

"That's harsh." She got where this was coming from, she was experiencing it right now, but those where still some harsh words to say.

"I get it." Stiles didn't seem to be bothered. "Bet Derek is glad that I'm not around to annoy him." He delivered the last bit with a grin but something about it felt off. They most likely had plans for the day and Abby had ruined those. Or at least their morning because Stiles had wanted to come over for lunch anyway. Abby still felt bad about that.

"Stop thinking too much," Stiles interrupted her thoughts. "We're good."

"Yeah." Abby nodded to herself, still not convinced. "I should get back to work." She made a helpless gesture at the by now dark screen. It came back to live with a little wiggle of the mouse but Abby wasn't sure if she would get anything done today. But she should at least try.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Stiles' checking his phone. He typed a short message but then he was back to his work as well.

They ordered Chinese for lunch and Stiles went out to meet the delivery guy. Neither of them wanted a stranger in the office but Abby only breathed easier when Stiles was back with the bags balancing in his lap.

They had just started eating when suddenly the front door opened and closed.

For a second, Abby was sure that it was Rick, who else would just march into the office like that? They didn't take walk-ins, they mostly dealt with people via phone or email and meetings were set up in coffee shops and the like. So Abby was not prepared for anybody just walking into the office.

It took her brain a long second to realize that the person coming through the door a second later was not Rick but Karen. Who had said that she wanted to come by to get her things, Abby remembered that now.

"Who are you and what are you doing at my desk?" Karen was holding a box with both hands over which she was glaring down on Stiles.

Noodles were hanging out of Stiles' mouth when he looked up at her. With a loud slurp, he sucked in the noodles.

"Karen, this is Stiles." Abby hurried to introduce him. "He was just stopping by to keep me company over lunch."

"These are delicious." Stiles raised the container to emphasize that yes they were just having dinner.

"And he brought his laptop?" Karen put the empty box on the edge of the desk. With her hands free now, she was able to put them on her hips. "I'll have to report this. You can't just let any stranger come in, sit at my desk and let him do whatever." She had a closer look at her desk, probably trying to find out what exactly Stiles had been doing there. "Are you stealing my files?"

"Relax, I didn't even touch your computer." Stiles tried to calm her down. He set down his food and moved backwards to give her access to his side of the desk. Only now she seemed to notice the wheelchair.

"You're ..." At a loss for words, she just gaped at him which Stiles used to gather his laptop. With that, her desk was cleared but she was not having any of that. "Get out! Get out before I call the cops. You're trespassing. You know what? I'm calling the cops right now."

"Wow, lady." Stiles raised his hands which almost let the laptop slide off his lap. "Abby invited me over. I've just been quietly sitting over here and you're interrupting our lunch."

She glared at him but didn't follow through with her threat.

"Besides, weren't you the one who gave out private information?" Stiles continued. He sat up straighter and fixed her with a stern look. "Then somebody steals your key to the office and you don't even bother to report it? And you have the gall to throw me out when Abby wants me to be here?"

"This is not a public place," Karen countered coldly. "You're not an employee here, you have to leave. And for you ..." She turned to Abby. "I'm going to tell corporate that you're letting your friends." The air quotes were audible around that word. "Squat here. I'll get you fired over this."

"You know what?" Abby closed the gap between them and was now right in Karen's face. "Do that. I've half a mind to quit myself but be my guest. Report me. And while we're at it, I'm going to give corporation a follow-up on the incident where you gave my private information to somebody you knew has assaulted me before. Thanks to you Rick's now threatening me at work as well. He has a key to this office, your key, and he's been using it. He stole information and used them to show up at one of my viewings. We'll see how corporate likes that."

For a second, Abby thought that Karen would slap her but in the end, she just huffed as if all this was beneath her and started to put her things into the box she'd brought. Stiles had to hurry to get out of the way otherwise he would have gotten her butt to the face and Abby was barely able to save Stiles' food before Karen could throw it in the trash.

"What is this?" Karen had found the chewed on pencils and was now holding one of them by the tip without touching it more than strictly necessary.

"That is a pencil," Stiles delivered helpfully which was the wrongest thing he could have said. Not that he seemed to care.

"You ruined my pencils. These were expensive." She shoved the pencil in Stiles' face as if he didn't know exactly what he'd done to it. He most likely still had the taste of them in his mouth. "You're paying for this you little shit."

"You got these from the dollar store."

"I would never ..." Karen gasped. "These are high quality and I paid a fortune for them, you're going to pay for them."

"These come in a package of ten and you got them for a dollar. Believe me, lady, I chewed my way through boxes of these cheap things when I was a kid." Stiles didn't budge. "I'm going to be generous and give you a dollar for these three." He reached into his pocket in search for a dollar.

Karen's face changed colors and Abby was just waiting for her to explode. Maybe she should intervene, try to defuse the situation but it looked like Stiles had it under control and if Abby was honest, she was beyond caring. So she stayed back and watched the show.

"I've some high-end pencils at home, I could show you the difference but I think you're better off with these and some crayons anyway."

"You ... you ..." She stabbed the pencil at Stiles, just barely missing his face. Stiles snatched it out of her hand with ease.

"How about you pack your stuff and leave," Stiles suggested. "Before I call the cops. Assaulting a cripple, they're going to love that."

With a wounded noise, Karen snatched the pencil back and then she was just throwing everything into her box.

"I will get you fired over this," she yelled one last time before she stomped out of the office.

"Good riddance," Stiles yelled after her. A second later the front door closed with a bang.

"Well, that was fun." Stiles turned around to face Abby. "You okay?"

Abby had to sit down but she managed a nod.

"You know, she's right. If she reports this, she can get me fired." Abby let out a sigh. A visitor here and there was okay but she had her friends come over for her lunch break for a while now. Erica had been to some viewings with her and now Stiles had set up his workplace right at Karen's desk. Even if he hadn't touched her computer, he could have. He could have stolen information to sell to another company or to use it for his own benefit.

"I'm sorry," Stiles said. "I should have played nice."

"No, it's not your fault." Abby shook her head. "To be honest, I'm not sure if I want to work here any longer."

"You could open your own business." Stiles was back on his back wheels, a pondering look at the ceiling. "You can get your own office, or hell, work from home. You only need a phone and a computer anyway."

"That's ... I don't know ... that would be a big step." That thought alone made her head dizzy. It was a tempting idea but yeah, it was big.

"It's just an idea." Stiles got back to four wheels before his laptop could slide off his lap for real. He put it back on the now much emptier desk. "But maybe it's time for some big steps."