If the world worked exactly how Gordon wanted, it wouldn't have taken him a week to dig the dye out from under his bed. Actually, if the world worked exactly how Gordon wanted, he wouldn't have had to dig the dye out from under his bed in the first place. He thought he'd have to order some more at one point and that would have ruined any plausible deniability. He found it anyway, deep under his bed between a stack of magazines and some odd socks.

Virgil was particular about his haircare routine (to be honest they all were) and that would be a perfect revenge for that trick with the shower. Gordon carefully removed the almost empty bottle of shampoo from the bathroom and replaced it with a new one. Then he mixed the dye with the old shampoo and waited for his opportunity.

Virgil was out on a mission which meant it was perfectly safe to sneak into the bathroom and swap the shampoos over again. It was far more complex than his usual revenge, which would hopefully knock him off the suspect list. Gordon decided to arrange and alibi because a crime of this magnitude really deserved the effort and you could never be too careful. Brains was selected as the innocent accomplice. Gordon wouldn't trust Kayo, and he certainly wouldn't trust his brothers, and Grandma knew him far too well (besides Virgil was her favourite); Brains, on the other hand, was unaware of The Situation that required The Revenge and if he hung around in the lab for a while Brains could probably be convinced he'd been there for a couple of hours.

Gordon had been preparing for a monumentally mind-numbingly boring afternoon filled with sciencey things he didn't understand but it was really interesting. Mainly because Brains was installing new updates to Four, which meant he didn't have to learn how to handle the new features in the middle of a rescue.

Grandma called them up for dinner later that evening. She hadn't made it (thank goodness) so it was edible. Scott, Alan, and Kayo were out which meant it was just the four of them. Three. Virgil hadn't come down yet. Brains and Grandma were making conversation and Gordon was eating in silence.

"Gordon? Are you okay?"

"Hm?"

"Are you okay? You're very quiet."

"Yeah, just thinking about Four."

Grandma shook her head with a grin. "You boys and your 'birds. I've never known anyone to get so misty-eyed over vehicles."

It was at that moment Virgil walked in. It had worked better than Gordon could have possibly dreamed. Virgil's hair was platinum blonde, perfectly bright from the roots to tips.

"What are you staring at?"

"Nothing. Just admiring your new look."

"Ha ha ha." If looks could kill, Gordon would probably be dead.

Grandma turned around. "I'm not sure if it suits you. Is it for the Comic-con?"

"No."

"Come on Virg, you'd make a pretty good Daenerys. Or Legolas."

"Gordon, shut up."

He grinned. "I'm just saying."

Virgil sat down, not taking his accusatory glare off Gordon. "I know this is your fault."

"It can't have been me! I've been in the hanger with Brains all day."

"So-sorry Virgil, he hasn't left."

"But you're the only one with the hair dyes."

"And everyone knows that."

Virgil considered. Gordon tried to watch him without looking like his life might depend on it.

"I still think it was you. Will it wash out?"

"Yeah. None of my dyes are permanent."

"Good because this does not suit me."

Grandma had been watching with wearied amusement. "What happened this time?"

Gordon and Virgil stared at each other until Virgil realised that if Gordon told the story it would come off so much worse for him.

"There may or may not have been a shower malfunction on Two when I picked Gordon up last week. And that just happened to be the day the we picked Lady Penelope up from the Estrella Grand."

"D-does it need repairing?"

"Oh, no. I sorted it."

Grandma shook her head. "Boys."

Virgil leant close enough for Gordon to get a waft of the dye's flowery fragrance. "I don't know how you did it, but I know it was you."

"If you are considering it payback, do you think it was overkill?"

"Nah. If it was payback, I think we're pretty much equal now."

"It's kinda weirding me out."

"And whose fault is that?"