Danger Zone. ● Sterling Archer.

Double Trouble.

THIS was my fault.

I wasn't supposed to be here. 

I was supposed to be at home, resting, due to my ankle injury. But last night, on the plane, I had wrapped it up, taken some painkillers, and kept it elevated for those nine hours, and then some once I was back home in my bed. So I felt fine enough to come into the office today.

Grave mistake that was.

Dressed in a black shirt, leggings, and flats, with my hair up in a bun, I stood in the doorway of my own office, frozen, with widened eyes, and mouth agape as I stared what awaited for me behind the closed door.

Katya was on her back, on my carpet, with Archer on top of her with no shirt on, and when they seen me walk in, their heads turned to look at me with startled reactions as if they were two teenagers caught in the janitor's closet. "Uh.." Archer filled the silence, only to use that stupid excuse again. "If there's any consolation," Katya looked back at him.

"Is this not your office?" Katya questioned.

"No." Archer slowly met her gaze. "It's Lila's." Katya gasped.

"Bozhe moi!" Katya gently pushed Archer off of her as she grabbed her jacket, one that went with her attire she still had on from last night, and stood up to quickly put it on. "Lila, I-I am deeply sorry." Katya darted her eyes over at Archer, who stood up while putting on his white dress shirt. "Darling, we should not have invaded her space like this." Katya added.

"Which brings me back to my consolation." Archer reminded, tucking his shirt down in his already unbuckled, and unzipped, pants. "She wasn't supposed to come in today." Katya looked back over at me, placing her hands on her cheeks as she walked a couple steps closer towards me.

"Lila." Katya took my hand into hers. "I beg your forgiveness."

And I beg to differ, is what I wanted to say.

But I held back my tongue since I knew I shouldn't be seething off on her, but rather him. So, gently, I snatched my hand from her grasp as I shut my eyes, and closed my mouth, letting it moist up the dryness it had from it being partially opened. "It's.. fine." My lie unintentionally went through gritted teeth, causing me to clear my throat lightly.

"Can I speak to Archer alone for a minute?" I asked, and it got silent.

"Um, okay." Katya shortly answered, nervously.

It wasn't until she left that my eyes slowly re-opened to glare at Archer, who knew he was in deep trouble since he took a step back with quirked up eyebrows, and held up hands. "Hear me out." I balled up my own.

"Out of every place in this building,"

"Your office was more convenient." I clenched my jaw as I took a step closer to him, causing him to take another one back as he pointed a finger at me. "You said it yourself that you have the best carpet in-"

"Didn't mean I wanted you to have sex on it with your not even 24 hour old girlfriend!" I cut him off as he lowered his hands. "That contradicts my statement! And, God!" I cringed. "I have to live with the realization that if I didn't show up when I did, I wouldn't had known you had!"

It got silent again.

"Will it make it better to say that your desk was the first choice?"

You know when those cartoon characters get so angry, and they have steam come out of their ears? Well that was me in a nutshell right now.

But I couldn't chase Archer like Tom chases Jerry.

I might feel fine to walk again, but my ankle was still healing, and I didn't want to damage more of my bone trying to break one of his. So, instead, I turned around, and walked out of my office to distance myself away from him, even though my next stop wasn't exactly a better trade.