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Sheppard marched Kavanaugh down the corridor, one hand on the back of his shirt and the other on the front. Kavanaugh was silent and sulking. They quickly arrived at the science lab and went in.

"Zelenka!" Sheppard yelled as he pushed Kavanaugh into a chair.

Radek hurried into the room from a back area. He pushed his glasses up as he surveyed the scene.

Rodney lit up right away. "You have a second pair."

Zelenka gave McKay a look that made him take a few steps back. "Yes, but they are old ones. I get headache from wearing them." He glared at Sheppard. "What do you want?"

Sheppard ignored him and got straight to the point, he pointed at Kavanaugh, who had been quiet up to this point. "Did you send him to fix something in the jumper you and Lorne got stuck in?"

Radek rubbed his head. "No, he is untrained monkey. He can't even fix good martini."

Rodney snorted, but John gave Rodney a dirty look.

Kavanaugh jumped to his feet. "Yes, you did." He said pulling a piece of paper from his pocket. "You sent me an e-mail. I printed it up."

Sheppard took it from him. "It looks like it is from you, Doc." He folded his arms and looked at him.

Radek folded his arms as well. "I didn't send it. Check my computer. I would rather ask a monkey to help. That way nothing get messed up!"

Kavanaugh's eyes blazed. "I am better than a monkey! You own me an apology!"

Radek looked at Kavanaugh with a tired look on his face. "You are right. I do own someone an apology, but it will go to the monkey, not you! You are bigger insult!"

"I don't have to stick around and be insulted!" With that, he started walking towards the door. Just as the door opened, Zelenka called out.

"Where will you go to be insulted?"

Kavanaugh whirled around, his eyes blazing. "What do you mean by that?"

"If we don't insult you, who gets to do it? I would like to watch."

Kavanaugh gritted his teeth, turned. He got a few steps, when he got hit by a dart. He swayed, and then leaned against the wall. In a few minutes, he was singing "I am a little teapot" and dancing.

The three men began laughing, soon Rodney was on the floor, John was using the door frame as a support and Radek was leaning against the wall. They were all turning red. The fun didn't last long. A roar of frustration was heard echoing through the corridors. They ran past Kavanaugh, who was still dancing, and down the corridor.

They soon found Ronon standing in the middle of the corridor. He was mad! He was also covered in honey.

"What happened?" Rodney asked.

Ronon glared at him. Rodney took several steps back and swallowed hard. Ronon looked up, gun in hand. Honey dripped out of a vent.

"Someone will die for this!" Ronon swung around, eyes wild with rage. "The water was one thing, but this is something else!" He pushed through the men and stormed down the hall.

Rodney turned, eyes large. "I feel sorry for whoever is doing this." He shook his head, "Come on. Let's do some work. I want to find out who this is." Rodney walked towards the lab, when he stopped. "I can't do this alone."

Radek shook his head, and followed him. John waited until they had left, then headed out himself. He headed to check on the next name on his list.

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He stood in the corner of the gym, and watched. He had arrived in time for the military to finish training. He waited until Marks had finished and waved him over.

"Yes sir. What can I do for you?"

"What do you know about the pranks that are being played?"

"I have heard about them. What did you need from me?"

Sheppard looked around. "Let's walk over there." He indicated a place away from the other people.

They walked over and sat down. Marks looked at him. "Sir, whatever you need to ask, just ask it."

"Are you the one doing the pranks?"

Marks whistled and sat back. "That was blunt and to the point. No sir. I wish. That is one gutsy guy."

Sheppard looked closely at him, and then sat back. "I wish I knew who was doing this."

"So do I. I want to shake his hand."

Sheppard stood. "You can go."

Marks climbed to his feet. "If I hear anything, I will let you know."

John grinned and shook Marks' hand. "Thank you."

Marks reached for his bag and tried to pick it up. Marks checked the bottom of the bag. It had been stapled to the floor. John stopped and watched as Marks opened the bag. Bright colored streamers flew out and covered Marks with silly string. He looked at Sheppard, and then he shrugged. "Guess that means I get to watch." He pulled off what silly string he could, picked up his bag, and left.

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As Sheppard walked down the hall, McKay caught up. "Hey, Ronon is scaring people. He has been growling at everyone, and staring people down. He isn't impressed anymore."

"I don't blame him. With all of that hair, I would have been mad too."

They walked in silence for a minute, when Rodney started snapping. "I forgot. I checked the stuff that Kavanaugh put in the jumper."

"And?" Sheppard prompted.

Rodney jumped. "Oh yeah. I took the box apart. Kavanaugh's fingerprints and DNA were on the outside, but not on the inside."

John scratched his head. "Did you find any other finger prints or DNA."

"No. The only fingerprints or DNA I found were Kavanaugh's, but only on the outside."

John stared at Rodney. "Does that mean that Kavanaugh didn't do it?" He felt his hopes that this was all over falling.

"It is beginning to look like he was set up."

John sighed and rubbed his head. "Ok, I am running out of ideas. Got any ideas in that big brain of yours?"

Rodney grinned. "Of course! I am the smartest guy in two galaxies. Come, let me show you what I have come up with."

John grinned and followed him out of the room.

So, if it wasn't Kavanaugh, who was it? Guess you will just have to keep reading.