When the Cat's Away, Chapter 3
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Eric arrived at the lab at 5:00 to set up his prank. His prank was more personal; it would be played on Emily and not the entire lab.
He went to the supply closet and began rigging it with all sorts of trip wires.
He stepped back and surveyed his work. Perfect.
Later, he and Emily were working in the Trace Lab. Eric trashed his sticky, dirty gloves to go over a new piece of evidence. He looked around for a minute.
"Emily, I think we're out of gloves. Would you mind grabbing some from the supply closet?"
"Sure." Emily said.
She removed her gloves and her lab coat and walked down the hall. Eric followed her quietly, waiting. She went in, her back turned to him while she searched for the gloves. He shut the door quietly and locked it. He pressed his ear against it and waited.
Emily found a box of gloves and reached out to grab them. She noticed as she pulled them towards her, that there was a piece of string sticking out of the back of the glove box. Her eyes followed the path of the string up the wall, but it was too late.
SPLAT! A whole bucket-full of green paint fell down right on top of her head. She wiped her eyes, shaking the paint off her fingers. She could feel the paint running in rivulets down her shirt. Her pants were covered and it was all over her shoes. She stepped backwards blindly looking for a towel. She tripped over a small wire and laughed as a bucket of feathers rained down on her.
"Great, I'm tarred and feathered." She mumbled.
She laughed as she finally found the towel. She wiped her face and found that the towel had been covered in shaving cream, which was now all over her face.
At that moment Eric opened the door. Emily wiped the shaving cream out of her eyes as she turned to face him. He was laughing.
"Eric," she said with a smile as she spread her arms out. "Come here and give me a hug."
She ploughed into him, covering him with paint, feathers and shaving cream.
Eric gasped as he stepped back. He looked at Emily
"Oh you are so dead!" He yelled as he took off after her.
Ryan was in the AV lab working with Dan, when the two of them ran by at full speed, laughing.
"What?" Ryan said as Dan looked at him quizzically.
He poked his head out the door and followed the two of them to the locker room. He found Emily cornered by Eric. Eric scooped her up, slung her over his shoulder, and carried her over to Ryan.
"Eric Delko, put me down now!" She screamed, struggling.
"What should I do with her, Ryan?" He asked.
"Looks like you've done enough." Ryan said looking at his two colleagues, who were covered in shaving cream, feathers and paint.
"Thank you, Ryan." Emily chimed in.
"But…I think we can do one thing." Ryan said grinning. Eric nodded.
They both knew Emily was one of the most ticklish people ever. Eric let her down and they proceeded to tickle her mercilessly for the next five minutes.
"Okay, guys, stop!" Emily gasped, laughing.
They backed off.
"Okay, I just have to say, Eric's prank was very funny. However, so was Ryan's. I think we're going to have to call it a draw." Emily said with a smile.
The boys agreed. Emily and Eric left to take showers, and Ryan returned to the AV lab.
"Chaos reigns, huh?" Dan asked as he turned to face Ryan.
Ryan grinned. "Not chaos…just a kid having a good time."
