Ok, this started as a 100 word drabble I used as an example for someone and it just spiraled down from there. So special thanks to AlynnL and DarkHybridChild for this week's fic, they know exactly what they did :D.

Prompt: Fire

"Yo, Boss," Reno greeted as he stepped into Tseng's office, coffee mug in one hand, a file in the other. Tseng made a sound of acknowledgment, focused entirely on the information he was inputting into the computer. Upon noticing that Tseng was distracted, Reno grinned, laying the file he had retrieved for him on his desk and backing away.

"I probably shouldn't tell you this," Reno started, carefully masking the amusement in his expression as Tseng's head snapped up, eyes boring into him. "There is a fire in the breakroom," he said, not mentioning which. Tseng blinked at him, and with a resigned air, detached himself from the computer and calmly stalked out of his office.

Once he thought he was out of Reno's line of sight (he was not), he broke into a run. Reno watched him go with a smirk, shaking his head with amusement as he slid into Tseng's place and began to make a couple alterations to the file his boss had been working on. If he was lucky, he had ten minutes before Rude came to investigate. If he was unlucky, Rude was already standing in the door watching him.

He finished in two, the doorway thankfully clear of any interference as he slid around to the 'right' side of the desk, moving the file he had placed into the center of Tseng's desk. With a smirk, he went to lean against the doorway, waiting for Tseng to come back and the yelling to start. Of course, as soon as he stepped up, he realized that Rude had been waiting in his blind spot.

"What did you do?" Rude asked, regarding him like a bug he wanted to squish. Anyone else would be a little intimidated. Reno, however, thought it was hilarious whenever he got like this.

"Told Tseng there was a fire in the breakroom," Reno answered with a shrug, grinning as Rude scowled at him. "Remember that thing Reeve gave me this morning? I put it in there," he elaborated when Rude lifted a fist. He knew better than anyone that Rude would never hesitate to punch him if he felt it was needed.

He watched as Rude tilted his head to the side, trying to remember the conversation they had with the Department Head. It wasn't so much of a conversation as it was Reeve shoving things at them when they passed him in the hall. He waited a beat, watching comprehension dawn on Rude's face.

"You are evil," Rude said after a moment, shaking his head in amusement. He glanced over Reno's shoulder, looking directly at Tseng's computer and then met Reno's eyes. Not that Reno could tell because of his sunglasses, but they had been partners long enough to know.

Reno shifted, glancing back and then looked directly into the lenses of Rude's sunglasses. "Don't worry about it," he said, jerking his chin up confidently. He didn't have to explain himself, Rude studied him for a breath.

"Don't drag me into it," Rude warned, stating that he would be taking Tseng's side if Reno was caught. Reno shrugged, he expected no less. Rude shot one last glare at him and then left.

As soon as he rounded the corner, Tseng stalked back up, eyes practically shooting lasers into Reno's chest. "You told me," he accused, voice dark, "that the breakroom was on fire."

Reno couldn't help it, he laughed. "I told you," he said, sliding his hands into his pockets. "There was a fire in the breakroom. Nothing in there is on fire." He grinned, waiting for it.

Tseng looked at him, expression bemused. "You put the fire out?" He asked incredulously, looking like he had just been slapped in the face with a fish. This time, Reno was able to keep himself from cackling.

"No," he said, deciding that Tseng was a bit too frazzled by work to deal with his nonsense and took pity on him. "Reeve gave me a fire made out of paper and I put it in the breakroom. So technically there is a fire there." At Tseng's baffled look he added: "He gave Rude a duck."

Tseng continued to stare for a moment and then shook his head. "I should make you finish this report," he threatened lightly, rolling his eyes as he pushed Reno out of the way and headed back into his office. Reno followed him, chuckling.

"Already did," Reno admitted, feeling just a little bit proud of himself when Tseng came to a complete stop in front of him. He was expecting it so he slowed his pace just enough to avoid running into him as he walked around him. Tseng glared at him.

"Rufus ordered me to write it last week," he said, jabbing a finger at the file he had placed square in the middle of Tseng's desk. Tseng picked it up and flipped through, frowning when he saw that it was handwritten (as the most important Turk documents were). "He must've thought I didn't do it, because he ordered you to do it this morning." It goes without saying that Rufus does not have access to the office where they store the handwritten files, because only Turks knew where the entrance is hidden. Paranoia was one of the two foundations the company was built on (the second was delusions of grandeur).

"I fixed it for you," Reno said, having edited, saved and sent the edited document off to Rufus in the two minutes he had been alone in the office. He had accidentally memorized the whole thing and Tseng had been almost done, just misinformed about a few things that had happened.

Tseng sighed, facepalming as he checked Reno's report against his own knowledge and found himself coming up short. "Thank you?" he said questioningly, not used to Reno doing his own work, much less his. Reno laughed.

"No worries Boss," Reno said, waving it off like it was nothing. Like he hadn't just turned Tseng's entire world upside down and saved him an entire day of work. "Why don't you go take a nap or something? You look tired."

Tseng eyed him for a moment. "You're just using this to make me drop my guard, aren't you? What are you planning?" He demanded, thoughts of actual rooms being on fire and/or covered in tea.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," Reno chirped, far too cheerful for Tseng's liking. With that, he left Tseng's office, leaving the Turk Leader to wonder in silence.

[Rule #15: Watch out for your fellow Turks.]

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