Okay, so this isn't the story I originally planned, but that one has taken
on a life of it's own. This one came to me at work on Friday and pretty much
wrote itself yesterday.
Anyhoo, see what you think! Fic will be located on my archive at
The Mystery of the Missing Post-It Notes
Rating : G
Universe : ATF
Challenge : Write a story where a mystery plays a key role in the story.
Summary : In Team Seven's office, nothing is sacred.
Disclaimer : Not mine. But you knew that.
Author's Notes : Inspired by the fact that a certain work colleague of mine
has a habit of stealing both pens and post-it notes from my desk. You know
who you are!
All was quiet in the offices of Team Seven. No bad guys to chase. No
clandestine meetings to bust. No weasels to intimidate.
Team Seven were bored to death.
Ezra sat at his computer, surfing the 'net to see if there were any hints of
weapon trades. JD and Buck were deep in a game of Diablo 2 across the
internal network. Vin and Nathan had decided to go on a long-overdue coffee
run to Starbucks. Josiah was flirting with Caroline downstairs, trying to
replace some of the stationary that always appeared to go missing from his
Chris, sitting in his office alone, decided to see if there was anything
even slightly more interesting than catching up on his filing. Wandering
into the main part of the office, he was just in time to catch JD shout
"Die, Griswald, Die" and hammer various keys on his keyboard. With a shrug,
he perched himself on the edge of Ezra's desk and looked over at the
"Not since the last time you asked me, no," Ezra replied rather irritably.
He hated to be rushed and he hated anyone sitting on his desk. If he wanted
the thing polishing he would damn well do it. Unfortunately, with Chris
being his superior, advising him of possible other occupations for his
buttocks may not go down too well.
Doing his best to ignore the man currently flicking through the paperwork on
his desk, Ezra continued searching online.
"Yes, Chris, it is. And it's mine."
After a while of fiddling with every possible item on Ezra's desk, Chris
wandered off, back into his office, with a quick "I know what you're doing"
to JD and Buck, who showed no signs of remorse.
Ezra, relieved, turned his attention back to the website he was perusing. An
odd comment stuck out and he suspected some kind of code. Looking for a
notepad, he was horrified to realise that his usually well-stocked desk was
completely devoid of any kind of note paper.
"Not now Ez, just about to get killed."
Under his breath, Ezra muttered something that sounded suspiciously like
"you will be" and tried again.
"Damn." Buck slammed his fist down on the desk and stretched up in his seat
to talk to JD. "Hold the fort, Kid. What?" he snapped at Ezra, who had
obviously been the entire cause of his character's untimely demise. Not the
fact that he had been trying to simultaneously chat online with Julianna.
"Is it possible that somewhere on that bombsite you call a desk that you
have some post-it notes?"
Buck rummaged amongst the CD's, car magazines, unfinished reports and empty
fast food wrappers but came up empty handed.
"Sorry Ez. I had some, I know it. Can't imagine where they got to."
"I opened a new pack yesterday," came JD's voice from behind the monitor.
"Hang, on, I'll find them."
Like Buck, JD failed in his mission.
"Where the hell have they all gone?" Buck was starting to sound more
concerned than he should be, considering they were only talking about pieces
of yellow paper.
"Maybe someone's stealing them?" suggested JD.
Or maybe you accidentally ate them when you were stuffing your face with
donuts this morning, thought Ezra, rather uncharitably, especially as they
had saved him one of his favourite jelly ones.
"It's like something Sherlock Holmes would have to deal with," said Buck.
"The mystery of the missing post-it's."
Jumping onto the ludicrous bandwagon, JD forgot about the game and headed
over to Ezra's desk.
"When did you last see the alleged missing object?" he asked in his best
English accent, which was about as good as Chris's sense of humour.
Ignoring the younger man, Ezra began checking the desks of his absent
colleagues. Surely someone must have some.
Meanwhile, Chris finally succumbed to the boredom and decided to start
filing. Picking up the huge amount of reports, he opted to sort them into
groups, labelling each pile as he went. He opened his desk drawer for some
post-it notes and was intrigued to see approximately 20 pads. Wondering how
they all go there, he tried to remember the last time he had used one.
It was yesterday. He had been the first person in that morning and was
heading straight into a meeting with Travis, so he wanted to leave a note
for Buck. He'd found JD's post-it notes on his desk. After writing the note
and pulling the top sheet off, he had slipped the pad in his top pocket.
After the meeting, he'd emptied his pockets into his drawer, as usual.
Oops. He really needed to apologise to JD. Then he remembered something
A few days earlier. Taking orders for the coffee run. Ezra's post-it notes.
Popping them in his back pocket.
Sometime last week. Sitting at Josiah's desk and taking a phone message for
him. The post-it's had ended up on top of the pile of paperwork he carried
back to his desk.
Damn. He was some kind of serial, sub-conscious, post-it thief. There was no
way he'd admit it to the others. Especially not Ezra. He'd just hide them
all and start putting them back when no one was around. Good plan. He pulled
out all the pads in his desk and started sorting them, deciding which ones
to put back where.
A knock at the door jolted him out of his cunning plan.
"Mr Larabee. I seem to recall that a few days ago, you used my post-it pad
for the coffee list. I haven't seen it since."
Chris hurriedly stuffed all the conspicuous yellow pads into his drawer,
just as Ezra opened the door and walked in.
Slamming the drawer shut, Chris looked up accusingly at Ezra. "Are you
"What did you just hide in that drawer?" Ezra asked, his curiosity piqued.
Ignoring the glaring looks he was getting, Ezra walked around the desk and
nudged Chris aside.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Standish?" Chris tried to sound
authoritarian, but the truth was that he was nervous. If there was one thing
he hated, it was being caught out in a lie. Or being accused of being a
thief. Not that he had actually been accused before, but he was sure he
would hate it.
Ezra continued to ignore Chris and opened the drawer.
Without a word, he walked back to the door and called out to Buck and JD.
"Gentlemen. I think the mystery of the missing post-it's has been