A/N: Short day today! I have something that I need to go to in twenty minutes as I'm writing this, and it's kinda super important so yeah, but I was kind of fumbling for the idea today since I have plans for my current queue of requests. Then I remembered the little line I snuck in ages ago (literally from one of the first few chapters) about a prank involving Jerry's shoes and some creative fixture placement.

Enjoy!

It didn't take much – a spilled cup of coffee aimed expertly, a suggestion to change his socks, and now April was standing with Jerry's shoes in her hand in front of Andy. She gave him a mischievous grin and he returned it with a small curl of his lips and a short laugh. Turning back around, they looked around for the perfect spot to hang them when they found the doors leading into the cafeteria. He was twirling a hammer in his hand and for a second she had to change their position so that when – not if – the ball-peen went flying she wasn't in the direct path of it. Figuring out what to do with them had been pretty easy. It didn't even take as long as usual to come up with.

"We could throw 'em out," Andy suggested.

"Too easy," April remarked, making a face when she mistakenly held the old man's shoes too close to her face. "Besides, other people need to know what I have to deal with every day."

"Then," Andy's face lit up, and April arched an eyebrow ever so slightly in concern, "we bring the smell to them."

"Yeah?" she asked, cocking her head a little. "How do we do that?"

Andy sat there for a second contemplating the options. Meanwhile, April looked at the wretched argyle pattern insoles and shook her head. Looking around the department offices, she stopped when she hovered over the door to one Ron Swanson's office. Something clicked, and she didn't know why it was only coming to her now, leading to her digging up a hammer from some maintenance closet along with a few nails. She wasn't going to question why they were there, since this was too perfect to pass up. When she told Andy her plan, he just raised his hand for a high-five.

At some point these pranks should really get old, April thought. For some reason though, it's still kind of hilarious sitting at her desk and trying to maintain the cool, flat composure as Jerry looked around his desk in his bare feet. He was holding a pair of spare socks in one hand while he pushed aside things on his desk and opened drawers in his attempt to look for the missing shoes. While he was occupying himself with that, Andy was sitting at the little table in the center of the conjoining room with his fist in his mouth to stop the laughter.

She figured it would take him a few hours, or a call from someone much higher up, to get his shoes down from above the doors leading into the employee café.

Andy followed when she stood and left, and he couldn't hold it in any longer. At first it was a small laugh that started to pick up pace and volume, April rolling her lips and trying to hold back as best she could, before he covered his mouth and made a few huffing noises into his hand.

"Shh," she said, barely able to finish without chuckling.

"Oh man," Andy kept looking back to watch Jerry every few seconds, "how long d'you think it's gonna take him?"

"Jerry? Could take all day," April moved over to follow his gaze into the room.

She walked over and pushed herself against Andy's side, staring inside. Jerry's face was bright red, tinged with both fury and frustration, but he still walked around in circles around his desk searching for the shoes. Sadly, that wasn't going to prove very successful considering they were on the other side of the building.

"Good call on that one," he remarked, turning around to face her as they both sat there huddled in front of the double doors. "I never woulda thought of that."

"Thanks," she realized how quiet she was being only just as she was figuring how close they were.

And, for a split second, she caught his eyes focusing on her lips so intently that she had to step back. She had to hold her smile back in the same way as before, trying to remain focused on his eyes while they stood apart. If it wasn't for the already uncomfortable situation, the silence and Andy's insistence on attempting to say something would have made it much, much worse. Eventually he finally found a few words that strung together into something resembling a thought.

"Oh, yeah," he mumbled, motioning towards the end of the hallway and jabbing his hands out in indistinct motions. "I have, that… y'know, that thing. I gotta go to, uh, there."

"Sure," she nodded and continued plainly. "Everyone knows about the thing over there by the bathrooms."

He laughed, but then he took a second to look where he was pointing to check and see if they were actually bathrooms. Turning back around to face her, his face was suddenly serious and he opened his mouth to say something but, before he could get a word out, Andy turned to walk hurriedly down the opposite end of the hallway. If she wasn't confused by the situation as a whole, his posture while briskly half-running would have been pretty funny to watch – hands stock-still by his sides and eyes focused on something perpetually ahead of him. Instead, April was left with a half-formed sentence about to come out and a tinge of disappointment.

Feeling her hands twist the hem of her shirt a little too tightly, and a grimace forming on her face, April walked back through the doors and told Jerry he should try the cafeteria. This prank was a whole lot less fun by herself for some reason.