"Bonnie!" Ginger jumped up from her desk where she had been reading a magazine.

"Yeah?" Bonnie turned around from her computer.

Ginger ushered her over to her own desk. Bonnie got up and slowly walked over.

"Look at this -" Ginger pointed to a tiny little article on the bottom of the page.

Bonnie read it slowly. When she'd finished reading, and it didn't take her too long, she looked up at Ginger.

"Yes? And?"

"Can't you see?" Ginger asked, taking the magazine out of her hands. "It's Toby! It's exactly Toby!"

"Ginger, I don't think Toby has any sort of disorder."

"What?" came a voice from behind.

Bonnie jumped and turned to face her boss.

"Are you talking about me?" he asked. "Because I sincerely hope not. You should be quite busy, shouldn't you?"

"Ginger thinks you have a compulsive disorder," Bonnie said wearily, "because she just read all about it in this magazine."

Toby glared at Ginger and ripped the magazine out of her hands and began reading it himself.

When he'd finished, he turned back to her, glaring. She was still smiling at him!

He didn't understand that girl. He treated her like crap almost every day of her life, and she was still able to wake up each morning and come back to work for him. He admired that, though.

"I do not have tritoilmania or whatever it was!" he practically ordered her, before throwing the paper magazine back on her desk and storming back to his office.

Grinning, Ginger turned back to Bonnie, who didn't look quite so happy.

"Maybe he doesn't." Bonnie said, shrugging.

Ginger rolled her eyes, then smiled at the sight of Donna coming. "Hi!" she said brightly.

"Hello!" Donna said in return. "What's going on here?"

"Ginger thinks Toby has 'trichotillomania'." Bonnie supplied.

Donna looked from Bonnie to Ginger with a rather confused look on her face. "Rightio, then, Ginger ... I'm just going ... over ... here ..." and she walked away, shooting worried glances over her shoulder at Ginger now and then.

*~*~*

"Donna!"

"What?" Donna didn't even bother looking around as she rustled through folders in the filing cabinet.

"Donna, did you get this message?" Josh said, pushing a piece of paper in front of her face.

"Call Amy," Donna read, "no. Why?"

"Because a very pissed woman just ran me up to yell at me, and then I find this on your desk!" Josh said angrily.

"Oh ... wait ..." Donna turned around and walked back to her desk, Josh at her heels, "yes! I did, that's right. About half an hour ago."

"And you didn't tell me?"

"Do you know what 'trichotillomania' is?" Donna asked.

Josh rolled his eyes. "Do I looked like a walking dictionary to you?" he said irritably.

"'360 verbal'," Donna mimicked.

"Look, this isn't the point -"

"You want to yell at me," Donna pointed out. "Who cares? That's not going to get us anywhere. Telling me the meaning of that word, however ..."

Josh sighed. "'Trichotillomania' is a compulsive desire to pull out one's hair."

*~*~*

"What?" Toby said, at the knock on his door.

He didn't bother looking up as the Deputy Chief of Staff entered his office and dumped something on his desk. Josh stopped at the door and stared at Toby.

"Yes?" Toby said slowly, looking up.

"Ginger thinks you have a compulsive disorder." Josh said.

"I know." Toby replied, looking back down to his work.

"Do you?"

"What?"

"Do you?"

"Josh ... shut up."

"I'm just saying -"

"Just because I'm b - don't have much hair doesn't mean that I have tretomania or whatever it is!"

"Trichotillomania." Josh corrected.

"Whatever." Toby said. He looked up. "Anyway, you could be accused of it too."

"What? No! My hair is good! My hair is full! Look!" he pointed at his head. "Hair!" he pointed at Toby's head. "No hair!"

"Go away now."

Josh grinned and left the office.

"The idiots I work with." Toby muttered

~-Mist-~

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