As much as I would like to own Stargate: Atlantis, I don't. I wouldn't turn away Lorne or Zelenka though. Be kind, please review.

Thank you to my reviewers. I couldn't do this without you! The chapters get longer from here…I hope.

John walked down the corridor. He looked at the hand written list in his hand and wished that he had been the one to write it. He was having a hard time ready Radek's hand writing. After a few minutes he had not only figured out one of the names, but he had made it to the control room.

"Hey Chuck. How's it going?" Chuck's name was one of the names on the list.

Chuck nodded at him. "Good. And you?"

John grimaced. "I've done better. I wish I knew who it was doing this."

Chuck grinned as a tech handed him a cup of coffee. "I am just glad that I haven't been hit yet. I did hear what happened to you. Was it hard to get the dye off?"

John shuddered at the memory. "It was painful. I never want to go through that again." He had been watching Chuck to see if he did or said anything that would give him away as the prankster.

"I'll bet," Chuck said. He took a sip of coffee. His eyes suddenly grew large. He dropped the cup, did the perfect spit take, and started coughing.

John swiftly walked over to pound him on the back. "You alright?"

Chuck took a deep breath. "I will be." His voice sounded raspy. He looked in the coffee cup. He waved at the tech that had brought the coffee. "Did you do something to this?"

The tech went pale. "No, sir. I would never do something to you, or to anyone!"

Chuck looked at the tech carefully. "Ok, you can go." The tech almost ran from the room. "I think someone put Tabasco sauce in this." He looked in the cup again. "I will be right back. I want to get something to kill the taste."

Sheppard looked around. He could see Elizabeth Weir in her office with Woolsey. John didn't know the man very well, but he went up so that Elizabeth wouldn't be alone with the guy. He was a politician, a bean counter. He walked fast and when he got closer, he could hear the two of them talking. Elizabeth sounded annoyed. John knocked on the door frame.

Elizabeth looked up and smiled. "Come in John. Have you met Richard Woolsey yet?"

John smiled and extended his hand. "No, we haven't met yet. How are you? Did you have a good trip here?"



Woolsey shook his hand. "I'm fine. Space travel isn't my favorite way to travel, but it is what is required, so here I am."

"You get used to it. After a while, it isn't so bad."

"Yes, well, you never know."

"Well, John, did you need something?" Elizabeth interrupted.

"No, just saw you up here with someone and thought I would check in and see who it was.

"Thank you, John."

Sheppard took that as a dismissal and left. He didn't make it far when he heard someone cry out. He turned and ran back to Elizabeth's office. The once clear walls were covered with white foam. John walked in. Weir and Woolsey were covered with the same white foam. He ran a finger through the foam and smelled it. He thought it smelled familiar, so he tasted a little. Whipped cream.

"What happened?"

Elizabeth whipped the whipped cream of her face. "A package arrived, I opened it and everything turned white! I want to know who is doing this, and I want to know NOW!"

John turned on his heel and walked out. This made it a little more personal. He wanted to catch the person before someone else got hit. As he walked down the stairs, he ran into Caldwell.

"Are you sure you want to still be here? It isn't safe."

Caldwell grimaced. "I've heard about your problem. Any ideas yet?"

"No, not yet, but Elizabeth just got hit. I really need to figure it out soon."

Caldwell frowned. "When was that? Was she hurt?"

Sheppard looked back at Elizabeth's office. "Just a few minutes ago. Whipped cream. She wasn't hurt, but she wasn't alone. She had Woolsey in there too."

Caldwell gave a low whistle. "What's going to happen now?"

"I have to find the person doing the pranks…fast."

"If I hear anything, I will let you know.

John clapped Caldwell on the shoulder. "Thanks. I'll let you know when it is safe."

"Thanks. Hey, when do you leave anyway?"

"In a few days. Why?"



"Just wondering. See you later." Caldwell walked away and left Sheppard standing alone.

John shook his head and walked away. As he walked, he ran into Rodney, literally.

John and Rodney fell to the floor. "Hey, watch where you're going!" he yelled. Then, he took a moment to look at who ran into him. "Oh, sorry. I've been trying to figure out who has been doing this."

"Any ideas?"

Rodney looked upset. "No, and it is driving me nuts. It took me hours to get all of the butter off. I don't want to get hit again."

"I have a list that Zelenka helped me with."

"Why did you go to him for help? Why didn't you ask me?" Rodney looked hurt. "I can figure it out. I just need a little time."

John sighed. "I know you can do it, I just thought that I would get you a little help. Narrow down the suspects a little."

Rodney looked at the floor. "I heard about Elizabeth. Is she going to be alright?"

"She will be, but she really wants this person caught."

"After what happened, I don't blame her."

John ran a hand through his hair. "Well, let's get started."

"Let's see the list."

John handed the list to Rodney. He held the list up. "Did he write this in Czech? I can't understand what he wrote."

"Well, then we need to find Zelenka and ask him."

McKay shrugged and tapped his earpiece. "McKay to Zelenka."

"Zelenka here. I am busy, Rodney, what do you want?"

"To know where you are. I can't read your hand writing."

"I am in the Jumper Bay with Major Lorne."

"Don't go anywhere. I'm on my way."

Thank you all. I now have a list of names to prank. As to who is doing the pranks, you will just have to wait.