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The Weekend

Slowly inserting the key into the keyhole, I turn it, and with gratitude, hear the drawer unlock. Unsure of what the drawer contains, I gently pull it out to see what treasures it may hold; if any. I release a "hah" sound, and chuckling, I ask myself, "An empty drawer. Why would someone lock an empty drawer?"

Disappointed, I begin to close the drawer when it stops, due to something blocking its way. I try to jam the drawer back in, but it sticks halfway. Feeling like I deserve this because of my snooping, I pull out the drawer to see why it's sticking. I look into the dark crevice, but there isn't enough light for me to see. I reach into my pocket to retrieve my cell. I turn on the light and bend down to shine it into the interior.

Not seeing anything that could jam the drawer, I notice a string sticking out of the back, exiting from the drawer's joint. I extend my arm inward and with one yank, pull the string, and a board separates itself from the backboard. Cautiously, I reach towards the back when I feel something cold and metallic, like a handle. I cling onto the handle and pull it towards me and out comes a metal lock box. Still kneeling, I look at the box and wonder what the hell this possibly could be. Why in the hell would someone have a locked metal box in a hidden compartment within the CDC no less? I grab onto the top of the desk and pull myself up with one hand and grab the metal box with the other. It's light.

I sit down and look at the box and wonder what could possibly be in here. Damn! I'm the Director of the CDC and I'm poking around another colleague's office. I jiggle the lock, and of course, it's locked. All the junk from her purse still lies in a mess on her desk. I begin to sift through it, hoping that maybe there's another key. After a good sifting, I'm not as lucky as I was earlier.

Getting ready to just take the damn thing and head back to my office, I thoughtlessly grab her billfold and unsnap the change compartment. Inside to my surprise is a key. Thank you, Jesus! I gleefully grab the key and insert it into the keyhole, and click, it unlocks. I press the button, allowing the lid to open. "You've got to be shitting me!" I slam the lid down, kick back the chair, and dash out of her office, slamming the door behind me.

Standing in the hallway alone, I snort, and then giggle, which uncontrollably turns into a gut busting roar of laughter. "A dildo! A damn dildo! The bitch was screwing herself!" I continue to laugh until my jaw begins to ache. Rubbing my jaw, I look around and realize that I'm a damn idiot. What the hell are you doing, John? This is not you, man. I look down both ways of the T-section and decide I've had enough adventure for one day. I look at Dr. Black's name plate, and say, "I wish I could remember who you are." I head back to my office to locate Ted and Monica to see if they want to get something to eat, since my sneaking around has all of a sudden made me hungry.

I reach my office door and decide not to go in. Instead, for some unknown reason, I wanted to go down to the lab. This time I decide to take the elevator. While I wait for the elevator to reach the sixth floor, I hear a sneeze. I turn around and don't see anyone. I call out, "Is there anyone there?" No one answers. I shrug my shoulders and the elevator door opens to let me in. I push number two for the second floor to the lab.

The elevator stops on the second floor. As I exit the elevator, Ted sees me and yells, "Hey, John! Wait up, man." I glance at Ted as he approaches.

"Hey, Ted, I was heading for the lab to see if you and Monica are there. Where is Monica?" I ask.

Ted replies, "I don't know. I thought she'd be with you."

"I haven't seen her since the cafeteria episode. Where do you think she could be?"

"Either she's in the lab or in her office. Do you want me to go look for her?" Ted offers.

"Oh, no, Ted. That's okay. What are you doing right now?" I ask.