The plan would be fool proof. With one last shove, Reeve, or Cait at this moment of time, closed the door.
Silently giggling to himself, Cait hopped up to the vents.
He needed to be swift.
He debated on which way to do it, but at the end of the day, this was probably way funnier.
Aaaaahhhh to see their faces. Wondering if the big show was a distraction for something even bigger. Only to witness something anticlimactic.
Sometimes that's just the best thing to do. But oh no, it's not something he does often. Just enough to keep everyone on their toes, not knowing what to expect.
A few more turns and he made it. Quieter than a mouse, Cait dropped down from above. He quickly hid as he heard foot steps.
There's at least one person on the floor. Usually it's a poor fellow who needed to stay behind for any paperwork.
With a stealth worthy of a real cat, Cait made his way to the spare rooms. Now the Turks were a group that liked to have their things on hand. Typically their uniforms were a thing that wasn't to be found in the building. Instead they were made when needed.
Until Cait found this room.
It held spare uniforms. And Cait was going to steal all of their shoes.
It took a while, mostly back and forth motions, but it was done.
For a brief moment he genuinely forgot what he had planned on doing next. A rather irritating thing that was. But then he remembered and went on his merry way.
Triple checking that no one was watching, Cait went all the way in front of Heidegger's office. There, he put the shoes in pairs around the office door. It would look like the shoes were standing at attention, pointing straight at the office.
Cait ran back to the fiftieth floor, hoping he wouldn't miss the show.
The sounds of squawks and shouting informed him that he was indeed late.
"Where the fucking hell did all these Chocobos come from?!" A frustrated yell rattled the vents.
There, employees from multiple departments, including Reeve's own, were running around helplessly.
Reeve's real body couldn't help but crack a grin.
Annette, bless her soul, asked, "did it work?"
She was doing a better job keeping her smile down.
"Why yes. I must thank you for the idea. I never would've thought of it, nor the way to execute it."
A sparkle of mischief glinted in her eye. "Anything to be of help sir. Now, with that done wouldn't you say it's time to call it a day? It's rather late."
Ah. That was rather sneaky of her. He couldn't help but sigh and shake his head. "It seems you won this round. As per agreement, I will head home and take the weekend off. I do hope you'll do the same."
"Why of course director."
Really, he should've seen this coming. Making a bet on whether or not this would work.
Reeve must admit, he was rather pleased to loose their bet. It was just a shame he wouldn't be able to see the rest all the way to the end.
Packing up his things, Reeve made Cait slowly make his way out of the building.
Just as Reeve got into the elevator he met with Tseng.
"Hello there Tseng. It's a rather good night isn't it?" Reeve said. He may not be on the best of terms with the Turk, but well, he was in a rather good mood.
Tseng turned to him, with a dead look in his eyes. He said nothing.
They were quiet for a few more moments. Just as the elevator got to Reeve's stop Tseng spoke.
"I thought dogs were the animals that steal shoes."
Reeve paused, turning to the younger man. "Pardon me?"
The Turk continued to stare at him. Looking for a moment like Veld when he got to tired of Reeve's pranks.
"It's nothing. But please, do keep an eye on your shoes. It seems Heidegger has found an abundance in front of his office."
Reeve kept his cool. "I'll keep it in mind. Have a good night."
"Sleep well."
As Reeve left for home he finally allowed himself to snicker.
He slept very well that night.
Ngl I wanted to make a little more of little shit Reeve and asked for suggestions in the discord. I decided to take two and twist one idea around a little.