A/N: Ok, so I have decided how I'm going to do this; base each prompt off of something mentioned in the last ficlet instead of taking prompts from my readers like I used to. This way all of the ficlets are connected, even if only loosely as opposed to being all over the place like I used to do.

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Prompt: Glitter spewing out the air vents.

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"Reno," Tseng began slowly, wiping ash and soot from his face as he glared down at the redhead. The Turk in question was sprawled across the couch in the break room, as Tseng's office was currently out of order. Rude loomed in the background, eyes hidden behind ever-present shades, but looking slightly singed himself as he gripped the empty fire extinguisher.

"Yeah Boss?" Reno said, green eyes never leaving his superior's face even as the dark haired male stalked about, looking about as ruffled as he ever did because fire didn't affect him the same way. That is, if he had even made an attempt to put it out, which he hadn't because once he had arrived on the scene he had burst into laughter. He at least made an attempt to look contrite, his head tilted downward so his eyes were shadowed and a neutral expression on his face instead of a manic grin. For him, that was contrite.

Face as clean as it was going to get without water, Tseng tossed the cloth he was using to clean his face in the general direction of the trash can –it hit Rude instead of his target, oops-, fixing Reno with a glare that could freeze boiling water. He regarded the redhead for a moment, gold eyes assessing everything from the way Reno was holding his mouth to the way he had arranged his limbs to the lack of fidgeting as he awaited Tseng's next words. He must have found something he approved of, because the corners of his lips quirked up slightly, practically a smile by Tseng's terms before twitching back into a dark scowl.

"Are you responsible for this?" He asked flatly, waving Rude off as the ding of the elevator arriving echoed the quiet hallways, announcing the –horrendously late- arrival of the cleaning crew. Reno snorted in response, tension draining from his frame as he relaxed, shifting so he was sprawled more comfortably. Rude spared them one last glance before going to escort the cleaners to where they should be and make sure they didn't touch anything they shouldn't.

One hand rising to scratch at the back of his head, Reno replied: "Which part?" His expression remained eerily blank as if he were trying to keep himself from showing something that might get him in trouble.. Tseng raised an eyebrow.

"Any of it." Tseng responded, crossing his arms and waiting.

Reno looked away, watching the cleaning crew walk by with Rude leading the way as he bit his lip. He considered the damage he had seen and tried to remember what had Tseng frothing at the mouth before Rude had pulled him out of the office just before the sprinklers kicked in. Then he weighed in the pros and cons of admitting what he had done and how much trouble he would be in for it.

"The glitter." Reno stated. Tseng blinked, looking for a moment like the ceiling had opened up and dropped a pile of beanie babies on his head.

"The what?" Tseng asked, not quite sure he had heard correctly. There hadn't been any glitter involved in that entire fiasco. His computer monitor had burst into flames for seemingly no reason and then caught the rest of his desk on fire. Thankfully everything had been backed up onto the server and the only paper on his desk was empty forms.

"After you went home last night I rigged up a fan with a timer on it and put it in the vent in your office, then dumped a bunch of glitter in front of it." Reno explained as Tseng froze. "But that's all I did, I swear. I had nothing to do with the fire and it must have gone off early or something because I meant for it to go off right about…" Cue the screaming from the cleaning crew as something exploded in the general vicinity of Tseng's office. "… now." Reno continued, wincing away from the door.

Tseng groaned, one hand rising to cover his face as he fought the impulse to slam his head against the wall until he was unconscious so he could pretend this was all a bad dream. Reno grinned sheepishly as two-three-five of the crew, clad in their little white jumpsuits liberally coated in glitter ran past the open door, screaming something about acid and Hojo's experiments. Fortunately, the elevator on this floor only opened after a certain code was typed into the terminal, so they would be stuck there until Tseng felt like rescuing them –no one took the stairs, ever-.

"Boss." Rude stated, sticking his head in the door, sunglasses askew, neon pink glitter covering his entire head. "We think one Hojo's experiments got into the vents again." Tseng groaned again, wishing he had taken Rufus's advice and stayed home today.

"No. Just Reno." Tseng finally grit out after a moment of silence, feeling both Turks' eyes on him, Reno watching with horrified glee. Rude's sunglasses finally gave it up and slid all the way off his face, revealing his widen eyes.

"What?" Rude's gaze flicked to Reno, as if to assure himself that the redhead was indeed present and grinning like a maniac, before darting back to Tseng's face. His expression might have given him away, but his voice gave away nothing.

"Nevermind. Let's clean this mess up and pray that we haven't scared off another cleaning crew." Tseng sighed as he started towards the door, pausing once he reached it to glare back at Reno, who had yet to make a motion that wasn't to make himself more comfortable. "I'm holding you responsible." He said decisively.

Reno waved him off with a grin, as if dismissing the possibility. "I told you Boss, I'm only responsible for the glitter."

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