Hardison and Eliot ran into the conference room after hearing a tremendous crash. The scene that greeted them was bewildering. The whole room seemed to be covered in a fine white powder, the same powder that floated still in the air. Chunks of plaster covered the table in front of them. But the most curious thing was, of course, Parker. She sat in the middle of the table, surrounded by the plaster, a downright amused expression on her face. Looking up at her stunned friends, she laughed so hard that she needed to stop to clutch her sides and breathe. Hardison continued to stare but Eliot managed to ask the inevitable question.
"Parker, what in the hell happened!" Parker stopped laughing and pointed straight up in the air. With matching groans, Eliot and Hardison took in the sight of the giant hole in the place where ceiling should be.
"You were in the ceiling!" Hardison asked, exasperated. "Girl, you don't need to hide up there, we own this place. There's nothing to spy on!" Eliot snorted beside him, knowing that Parker would crawl through the ceiling space just to prove she could. Hardison realized this but couldn't help but ask,
"What exactly, caused… this?" Parker laughed again, stretching her long limbs out as she surveyed the dark space above her.
"The ceiling broke."
"The ceiling…" Eliot repeated before rolling his eyes and strolling out of the room. He had filled his Parker patience quota for the day.
Hardison finally seemed to realize the extent of Parker's accident. This was going to take a lot of money to fix. He grinned as he realized money was something they had no shortage of. Shrugging, he hopped up on the table next to Parker, pulling them both down into a more comfortable laying position, her crazy blonde self resting just inches from his shoulder.
Batting at the plaster particles he knew he should probably avoid, Hardison turned his head to give Parker a smile.
"Now… tell me again how this happened, from the beginning." She was crazy, for sure, but she was just as surely his kind of crazy.