Problem, Solution
"Just shut the hell up, John! Who made you right all the time, anyway?" Monica screamed at her partner.
"Hey, at least I don't believe in all this paranormal shit!" he yelled back, pointing his finger at her. "I mean, god, I can't even get a damn thing accomplished here without you coming up with one of your crazy theories!"
"Fine, if you don't want me here, all I have to say is fuck you," Monica growled.
"That's it, Agent Reyes, you asked for it," John responded. He suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders, forcefully flinging her around and kissing her.
She resisted at first, then sacrificed herself to him. The rough kiss soon became gentle and exploratory, as they let their passion consume them. They stumbled backwards and landed on top of John's desk. The agents tore at each other's clothing, removing it and making wild, passionate love on top of the desk.
After they concluded and were dressed, Monica announced she was going to talk to Assistant Director Follmer about something.
"Monica, your skirt…" John noticed, trying to stop her.
She smiled and walked out the door. Stuck on the back of her skirt were 3 Post-It notes.