The Early kben Birthday bash, part the first...

The first of several early birthday presents for kben.

TITLE: Office Space
PAIRING: Kennedy/Fred
SUMMARY: There's a problem that needs Fred's attention. So, where is she?
RATING: PG-13 (possibly a very soft R. I'm no good at this rating thing.)

The doors of the R & D lab boomed open, Angel doing his best purposeful stalk into them. Spike whooshed through the closing doors, looking vaguely disinterested.

"Where's Fred," Angel barked, glaring around. "I need that report on my desk. Needed it about thirty minutes ago."

"And I'm working on getting it," Knox said, barely looking up from his workstation. "Biochemistry's not Ms. Burkle's field, so she delegated. I need maybe another hour."

"Another hour is time we might not have," Angel snarled, stepping forward.

"Oh, put it on pause, Drama Queen," Spike sneered. "Bird's about someplace, and if she doesn't know, then Bill Nye there's the best you've got."

"Did you hear something?" Angel said, purposefully looking not at Spike. "Because I didn't."

"Best bet says she's up in her office," Spike said.

"With that Slayer," Knox agreed. "Something about wanting to schedule a time to give Kennedy a full physical work-up. Expand the database on Slayer knowledge, since she didn't know how to solve our current problem. Best use of available resources, or something. At least she wouldn't feel like she was being unproductive."

"They've been godawful chummy ever since she showed up here," Spike said, doing a fairly good impression of someone leaning against a cabinet.

"How would you know?" Angel groused.

"He's always here," Knox said, distracted with his work.

"This really can't wait. I mean, I'm glad Fred's got someone to girl-talk with, but work is work, dammit." He began mounting the metal steps that led to her office.

Knox shrugged. "Suit yourself," he said, pulling his safety goggles back into place.

Angel stopped at the top of the stairs, his preternatural senses picking up the sweet, musky smell of sex, girl sex, and boy did he not need to hear what he was hearing right now. He froze at the top of the stairs.

"What?"

Nothing. Don't dare even turn around, because boy, oh boy were those nice sounds coming from inside Fred's office right now, and he'd be showing everyone in the room exactly how nice the moment he turned and DAMMIT these stairs needed something more than just a rail if she was going to go on having trysts in the office every time he needed to talk to her.

"Oh, sod it," Spike spat, walking through Angel, and vanishing through the door.

A moment later, he walked right back out. His eyes met Angel's and drifted downward.

"You think it's frustratin' for you," Spike said. "At least you c'n go do something about the problem. I'm off to stare longingly at a bottle of whiskey."

"Think I'll follow you," Angel said, ears picking up something that sounded faintly like Fred growling.

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When the office door opened again, girlish giggling floating back down to him, Knox snapped off the monitor he'd been watching beneath his workstation, and slid the partition back into position. He nodded to Kennedy, who smiled guardedly. Fred trotted down the steps behind her, positively glowing. God, she was pretty. Prettier half-naked, sitting on her office chair with tousled brown hair between her legs.

There were days when he really loved his job.