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At first, it's been a kiss here and there. Then, making out behind a dumpster. Then, behind desks, in autopsy, Abby's lab, the broom closet. Anywhere that was vacant they would go at it. Like an addiction, they just couldn't stop.
Finally one day, they knew that they had to cut out. They'd been under the directors desk when someone walked in, ready to shoot because of the noise.
Soon, word had been spread around the building of the them, and even sooner, there had been a noticeable increase in the amount of people cleaning things with a bleach mixture before they sat down.
The End