37.) Dye*
Compared to the amount of hacking and research he did, finding the dye was the hardest. Planting the dye and getting out was a breeze, even with his hangover. Something he would have avoided if he hadn't wanted to keep Bones from getting suspicious, not to mention it provided a fairly decent alibi. Not that he would need it.
He had done more than cover his tracks, it was as if they had never existed in the first place. Which was why it had been such a pain to find and acquire the dye, he couldn't allow anything to trace back to him.
It was worth the effort, it was even worth the hangover. For the next two weeks, the idiots that had been directly responsible for Bones being run ragged, would have various body parts and fluids dyed a myriad of colors. He wasn't satisfied with the punishment that Starfleet Medical had given, it was nothing more than a slap on the wrist.
Jim had timed his punishment perfectly, making sure it coincided with the two weeks Starfleet Medical had required them to work extra shifts. They couldn't remain hidden until the dye faded.
What was even better, Bones would be able to enjoy his handiwork and he wouldn't be suspected at all. Even though everyone would know the dye was in retaliation for Bones, ther was no proof.
Jim was whistling on his way to class that day.
Written: 7-19-2011
Word Count: 240