Author's Notes: Whoot, this is the halfway story for this series. AWESOME! It's all downhill after this. And what better way to mark this occasion than with a revenge fic, seeing as Muse!Reeve wants revenge on me for all the stuff I've inflicted upon him! Instead he's just going to revenge himself upon Tseng for all of the shit that has happened.

Theme: Dinner

The Sweetest Dish

While Reeve had never really blamed Tseng for breaking his wrist in the first case, he fully blamed Tseng for the second break, and definitely the poisoning. It had only taken an hour of life lived after the antidote was administered and a new cast placed upon him for Reeve to start planning. It had then taken a bit more time for him to decide upon the proper method to use on the Wutain. After that decision was made, it had been a matter of waiting.

Over the last year he had prepared. First he'd learned as much about Wutain medicines and plants as possible. Then he had discovered the weak spot of the male. No, not coffee, the other one. That weakness was a lovely Wutain woman that worked in accounting. Finally he'd won her, who had little interest in the Turk anyway, and Tseng's subordinates to his side. Now, tonight, the whole thing would come to fruition.

The plan was rather basic, an age old idea, but complex in its deployment. A beautiful invitation was written out for him by Rude, who had a surprising ability with calligraphy, which asked for Tseng to join the lovely Wutain woman, named Alani for her Mideelian grandmother, for dinner. Then it was signed by the lovely lady, and placed in an envelope with Tseng's name on it. The lips that kissed the back for the 'sealed with a kiss' affect had been provided by Elena, as had the very light perfume. Reno became the courier of the note, seeing as all of the male passed through his hands at one point or another, legitimately or otherwise. With that done Reeve had slipped out of work early with Alani to prepare a meal especially for Tseng at her home, where the male would undoubtedly come.

By eight when the male had shown up, still in his suit, the meal was prepared by the two conspirators, and Reeve added the finishing touches before hiding in her room. In silence he waited behind the closed door of the room as the pair ate the home-made and fully traditional Wutain meal complete with Wutain herbs in the dessert meant to knock even the mako enhanced Turk out. When he heard the chuckling from the male he knew the plan was working. They had disguised the taste of the plant with other Wutain herbs that Tseng would know were meant to… enhance some physical desires of the body. And the whole thing was running smoothly when Alani escorted the Turk to her bedroom, Reeve hidden in the closet as she and Tseng began to strip. When the sedatives finally overtook the male and he fell to the bed, Reeve sprung from his hiding place. Alani quickly restored her clothes and ran to her front door, welcoming in the crimson haired Turk that was to help Reeve with the next part.

Together the two males worked quickly and a few pictures were snapped before they fled the apartment. They left the sleeping Turk upon the bed of the woman, knowing she would finish up the plan, quickly escorting Tseng from her house, feigning insult that he would fall asleep upon her…

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When he entered the building the next morning, it was with the headache to end all headaches. Tseng hid his tired eyes behind shades and ground his knuckles against his temple in an attempt to tame the pain. In one hand was his morning cup of coffee, and it was the fact that he had it that delayed the inevitable. Too distracted by the coffee to notice the employee billboard just beyond the welcome sign, he made his way for the elevators. Then, since he already had eaten and since he had his coffee in hand as he did every morning, Tseng bypassed the cafeteria. It was probably the fact that the Turk floor was so hard to get to that even made the wait longer. But once he headed down for lunch, once Tseng stumbled into the cafeteria and saw people gawking at a poster… Once Tseng saw the poster, the shout of fury could be heard all the way up on the 65th floor.

In his office Reeve smirked. There was some odd noise, and it was noon, which could only mean one thing. The executive pulled up a picture from his computer files. It was the same image that the Turk leader was busy tearing down all over the cafeteria. It showed the Wutain passed out in a bed, clad in an ugly red dress much like Scarlet's, and cuddling an equally ugly pink teddy bear. Sure, it wasn't the worst kind of humiliation, but damn, it worked for now.