At the sound of her office door opening and quickly slamming shut, Laure looked up from the really dull paperwork. Her eyes widened at the sight of her Padawan pressed against the door, breathing hard and shaking her head.

"Ky?"

"No, this was not in the job description, uh uh, no way."

Fists started pounding on the other side of the door. Laure's brow furrowed.

"Who's out there? You can handle Cal, you know."

"Not just Cal. Cal's easy." Kymira pushed off the door and ran around behind Laure's desk. Half rising to turn to her assistant, the Mediator stopped as the door burst open.

Half a dozen Ho's and Cal got stuck in the doorway, then squeezed in, red-faced and furious. Well, Cal was whimpering and his eye was turning black and blue.

"Darry's baiting me with LP's former death," the Librarian broke the ice.

Darry rolled her eyes. "Yeah, so what? The Diva maligns me hourly, and you sure shot back with that nasty sewer death comment fast enough."

"My hockey player *is* a hockey player," Ellie yelled, then ducked at the look the Mediator shot her.

"The General's looking for Emmy." Kendra was panicking. "She's missing. What do I tell him?"

"It's not my fault that Miss Emmy took Miss Darry's car just because I was waxing Miss Emmy's. Tell her," Cal whined, then cowered at the glower the Nurse shot him.

Xani strode into the room waiving a wad of papers. "I just got these credit card bills. You grrls have to cut back. And, where's Emmy?" he demanded.

Following him in--Xanatos was always good press--Julia snapped a photograph of the scene and grinned.

"That blasted organ keeps me awake all night," Shana yawned.

"And wakes me up, way too early," Judy added.

Everyone started talking at once--or more accurately, shouting.

Tara poked her head into the door and asked Laure, "Hey? I thought we were going to grab a drink."

Laure's eyes went from person to person, noting anger, horror, panic, fury... Reaching into her desk drawer, she pulled out her purse and slung the strap over her shoulder. "I quit."

Everyone gaped at her.

Striding around her desk, pleased to see the Ho's part the way for her, Laure wrapped her arm through Tara's and flung over her shoulder, "Settle your own crises. We're off to Wangers."

End