Chance

Sydney's Note: ILLINOIS LOST! NO: ( I'm sad, so close, NC had a good game, though. Enough of basketball now to MI. Natalie's and Eva's turn.

Disclaimer: Not our show or characters. At least not yet. (Evil grin) We are working on that.

Chapter 4: When in Doubt… Superglue it.

"I've used every whitening tooth paste and strips that I could think of and my teeth are still a light purple. Natalie, " Eva whined, "how did you get the dye off?"

She had a hand over her mouth as she spoke. She would never drink coffee at work unless she had brewed it herself. It had now been a day since the guys' pranks had colorfully scared them.

Natalie, whose teeth were whiter then ever before smiled, "I was lucky enough to have a dentist appointment yesterday. I don't know what the dentist did, but thank God he did it." Natalie said, laughing.

Natalie, herself, was not left unscarred. Her hair was a mix of brown, light green, and yellow. Yesterday she had been blinded by anger and nearly used her contaminated shampoo to wash her hair. When she realized her near mistake she had raided Kate's locker and used hers. They dye still hadn't come out.

"'It should come out in six to seven washes' my butt!" She snarled, "I used all of Kate's shampoo and then went home and used all of mine."

Natalie ran her hand over the bandana that concealed most of her hair. They needed a comeback. One so harsh that Stephen and Miles would regret that they ever messed with them. Had both women known that the Anthrax prank would result in this, then they would have actually gotten Stephen arrested.

It was an hour before her shift. Natalie had made sure that Eva got there at the right time. Frank was keeping the others busy. It was a plea to keep his own butt safe and not incur the girls' wrath. It was a very good idea.

"What will we need?" Eva asked.

She wanted Miles' head, preferably on a platter. If not that then have the honor of shoving the whoopee cushion down his throat would be fun.

"I've already got what I need. You'll be in charge of Miles, I'll get Stephen. He'll find himself stuck in a rather uncomfortable position." Natalie smirked.

She would have a lot of fun.

This left Eva raking for a prank of her own. What could she do to get Miles back? What would make him squirm, better yet, beg for mercy? Eva had the perfect idea.

"Alright, meet you back here in an hour?" Eva asked.

Natalie shook her head.

"No, I'll be a little longer then that," She replied. "Lets get to work."

For the girls, shift started an hour earlier then usual.

Natalie's supplies consisted of: superglue, duct tape, baby oil, a feather, a screwdriver and a permanent marker. She had never been this anxious in her life. Her hour was almost up. Her plan: superglue Stephen to his chair.

Taking the superglue, Natalie painted the seat of his chair, the backrest, the armrests, and the floor around the chair with a think layer of superglue. She had fifteen minutes until it dried, or whenever Stephen sat in it. The stuff was heated contact dry and bonded nicely with flesh.

Making sure she didn't step in the glue puddle, Natalie took the screwdriver and loosened the main screw, the one that is suppose to hold the seat and the base together. The rest of her supplies would come in handy later. Now all she had to do was wait for her victim.

He was there in fourteen minutes flat with Frank right behind him. When the other man saw that Natalie was already waiting in his boss's office he cleared his throat.

"I think I'll go see if Eva is here…" Frank trailed off.

He didn't even wait for Stephen to react; instead, he walked briskly down the hall.

Stephen walked into his office, and seeing that Natalie was sitting in the chair across from his desk he was instantly suspicious. Natalie's smile relaxed him, though, her teeth were white. Maybe, just maybe, her mood was good, too.

"Nat," He nodded politely, walking around to the other side of his desk.

"Stephen. How are you?" She asked.

Natalie laced her voice with the right amount of strain. She didn't want to give anything away.

"I'm great. Why? Am I supposed to be feeling anything other than it?" Stephen asked.

Now he was a little frightened. Not only was she looking at him intently but her hands were behind her back, she could be holding something. A water gun maybe? Nope, not that. Natalie had just set her hands in her lap. Stephen couldn't help but feel a little paranoid.

"How did you manage to clean your teeth?" He asked, trying to stop any sounds of amusement.

Natalie glared at him and replied.

"The dentist." She said lightly.

Stephen sat down in his chair, leaning back, a cocky look on his face. It took Natalie all the will power she had not to laugh. She turned around in her chair and shook in silent laughter. Phase 1; complete.

When she turned around again, Natalie couldn't help but notice the look he was giving her. A mix of confusion and suspicion. Natalie just smiled and bit her tongue. 'Wait, Natalie. Wait and let him find out for himself.'

And find out he did. Within seconds Stephen was thrashing around trying to get loose. Thank the lord he was wearing a long sleeve shirt, if he hadn't then his arms would have been in some pain. Natalie placed her elbows on his desk and rested her chin in her hands.

"What's the matter Stephen? You seem a little-" Natalie began and was interrupted.

"-Natalie, what did you do!" He asked frantically.

He was now trying to move his feet, which the superglue held there as well.

"You better hope I don't get out of this." Stephen threatened.

Natalie stood up shaking her head.

"Impossible. Now….." She perked up quite a bit, "Who wants to hear a monologue?"

She walked around his desk and opened one of the drawers. Stephen was helpless. Reaching in she pulled out a roll of duct tape.

"Nat!" He sounded panicked. "What are you doing?"

He thrashed some more, reminding Natalie of a fish out of water. A really big fish. The thought made her chuckle to herself.

"Stephen, relax, it is not like you can do anything. This is my payback to you. I know you were the one who put the dye in my shampoo. Miles was too busy putting the whoopee cushion on Eva's chair. Besides Kate saw you running out of the locker room." Natalie said in a low, teasing growl.

"But I swear she didn't see me!" Stephen said more to himself then to her, confirming Natalie's suspicions.

He was in trouble. He was terrified of what Natalie would do with the duct tape. He soon found out that the duct tape was the least of his worries. Putting down the duct tape, Natalie pulled out a permanent marker, a smirk plastered to her face.

"Part B: Humiliation. You will get a taste of your own medicine Stephen. Lets see just how long it takes you to get off permanent marker." Natalie said, grinning widely.

Five minutes later Natalie had drawn a large 'L' on his forehead, followed by a French styled mustache, a goatee, and what looked like a rather large mole on his left cheek. Stephen was rendered speechless. Natalie was rendered into a fit of giggles.

"If only I had a mirror," She murmured.

Just when he thought that it was all over, Natalie pulled off a piece of the duct tape. She quietly wrapped it around his hands, the only things he had been able to move. His mouth was soon to follow. A large piece of tape muted his protests.

"Normally I am not this mean," Natalie stated, a large feather in her hand. "But I can't wait until someone finds you! They will laugh so hard. Leaning over she ran the feather up and down his nose. At first Stephen didn't know why, but the answer came soon enough.

Have you ever had one of those moments when your nose itched or tickled but you couldn't do anything about it? Did it drive you insane? Well this is what Natalie had planned for Stephen. Seconds after the feather had left his nose it began to itch. So, Stephen was now glued to a chair and the floor, he had markings all over his face that would take who knows how long to wash off, and his nose itched. He had to admit that Natalie had planned this one well.

Natalie herself was almost in a fit of laughter, she could see Stephen struggle. The chair was rolling around, but Stephen's anchored feet stopped it from going far.

"See you at the end of shift Stephen." She said as she began to walk away. "Oh, I almost forgot."

Turning around she marched back and leaned over next to the chair.

Stephen wondered what she was doing now. The chair creaked, and with a satisfactory grunt from Natalie and a small kick, the base of the chair rolled across the room. Stephen was now glued to the backing of a broken chair in pieces on the floor.

Natalie smiled, her work was done. When she reached the door she looked over her shoulder at Stephen's desk. Except for the muffled sounds coming from behind it, you wouldn't even know that he was there. Grabbing the baby oil, Natalie baby oiled the inside door handle. Just in case he managed to get his feet and hands free. A slippery door handle is a hard one to turn.

"What'd you do?" Frank asked as she walked down the hall.

Natalie smiled and looked at him.

"Let's just say he won't be able to show his face for a few days and I stuck it to him. Where is Eva?" Natalie inquired.

Had Frank not looked horrified, Natalie would have figured he didn't know.

"She is sitting in the break room. She already finished her prank." Frank replied in bewilderment.

"Ah…" Natalie said lightly.

Natalie turned the corner leaving a very bewildered Frank behind.

45 minutes earlier:

Running down the hall with all the speed she could muster without falling, Eva chased after Kate, who had just turned the corner out of Eva's view. Eva didn't particularly like Kate, but for this prank she would need her. Who else here had the power to send Miles on a fake case?

When Eva finally caught up with Kate, nearly running into her, she stopped and started gasping for breath. 'This is why I was never in track,' she thought wryly. Kate finally looked over her shoulder and jumped.

"Whoa, is this respiratory disease spreading through headquarters?" She said, her voice dripping with disdain and sarcasm.

"Ha ha, that's so funny I forgot to laugh." Eva replied, equally sarcastically.

Eva straightened up and stood next to her.

"Okay, I usually don't do this, especially not with you but here goes. Wouldyoupleasehelpmegetbackatmilespppllleeeaaassseee!" She said quickly, almost unintelligibly.

That came out so fast that Kate's eyes grew wide.

"I understood that, but did you?" Kate asked in shock.

Kate started walking again, giving Eva time to catch up.

"What do you mean get back at Miles?" She asked again.

Eva smiled widely and made sure her teeth were visible.

"Purple teeth, whoopee cushion during live press conference, need I go any further?" Eva began.

Kate shook her head and smiled.

"Well, okay, I'm only doing this because thanks to Stephen and Miles' pranks I had to buy new shampoo. Natalie used up my bottle." Kate replied.

Eva pumped her arm in victory.

"Alright, I have an idea," She stated.

Kate smiled.

"Shoot." She said enthusiastically.

1 hour later

All three women were sitting around the conference table, laughing. Yes, even Kate.

"You did what to Stephen?" Eva said in between her fits of giggles.

Natalie smiled.

"I glued him to his chair and drew on his face. Let's just say he wouldn't look to good with a beard or mustache." Natalie laughed as she explained.

Natalie had gotten a cup of coffee and was now poking at it with a white straw, making sure it didn't turn it purple. When it didn't she drank her coffee. It was heavenly.

"Tell me what you two did to Miles." She continued.

Kate and Eva smirked.

"He is already a quarter of the way to Nevada. He won't be a problem for more than 24 hours." Eva smiled, "He thinks he has a case and that Stephen and ourselves will meet him there. Kate called the hospital, they said they would play along."

"Yes, midway through the day they will start acting like he has it. Tomorrow Eva will send a text message saying something like 'April Fools.'" Kate said looking out the door.

Frank was standing there shaking his head.

"I have a feeling we're not going to make it out of this alive." He said, looking at them with a stern gaze.

"Way to burst our bubble, Frank. Better watch your back, who knows what could happen to it," Natalie stated, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

Frank rolled his eyes and left the doorway. When would they listen to him? Their loud laughs answered his question.

Never.

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A.N.: Hello everyone! Julia here. This one is Sydney's chapter, I just beta read. I'll have another chapter up soon! Make sure to review! Thanks! -Sydney and Julia-