2-12-17: Minor edits made, notes removed, commentary added on bottom (just assume it's there from now on).

Challenge: Tseng, Reno, Birthday.

"Good Morning Boss." Reno shouts, striding confidently into the Wutaiian's office. Tseng sighs tiredly as he looks up from his paperwork to regard the redhead with weary gold eyes.

"What do you want Reno?" He asks, wishing he could just go back home and go to sleep. Reno studies him for a second, green eyes calculating.

"Who says I want anything? I could've stopped by just to talk…" Reno says, turning so his back faces Tseng and leaning against the desk. Tseng stares at him and shakes his head.

"And when exactly do you ever want to just talk?" Tseng demands, his voice more than slightly amused as he recalled other conversations, nearly all of which involved him chasing the redhead out of his office afterwards. "You and I both know you're here for something, so why don't you just tell me what so I can get on with my life…"

"Guess." Reno says, turning his head to smile over his shoulder at him. Tseng glares at him, gold eyes narrowing with annoyance.

"Reno I really do not have time for this." Tseng says, one hand gesturing to the stack of papers he has awaiting his attention.

"Guess and I'll leave you alone for the rest of the day." Reno says sharply, the tone of his voice indicating that this is no joke. Tseng looks at him for a moment and sighs. "Though I find it really hard to believe you'd forget."

Tseng frowns, wracking his brain for anything Reno might've mentioned regarding today's date and draws up blank. "You finally set Hojo's desk on fire, you lost your key, Rude tap-danced naked across the sixtieth floor, Rufus fell out a window, Reeve kidnapped Zack." Tseng says anything that comes to mind. Reno laughs, walking around the desk.

"Maaaaybbe, no, no though that would be good blackmail material. No, No and Happy Birthday." Tseng blinks as Reno spins his chair around to face him, pressing a small object into his hand as lips brush his cheek. He can feel Reno's smile as the man grins and exits the room, whistling cheerily. Tseng is left staring blankly at the space Reno had occupied, one hand on his cheek.

That little punk.

Ten some odd years later and Tseng/Reno is still my favorite Turk-related pairing.