A/N: Round Five...DING!!!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this bitchin' plot.

High-heeled boots clicked along the titled floor of the newly constructed ShinRa Building. No lights were on, not a sound was to be heard save for the loan footsteps of the rookie Turk.

No one arrived at work at three in the morning. Unless, of course, they were entirely too dedicated to their job or had no life. Or, in the case of the green-haired woman, they were plotting revenge on a peer.

Twice now, Niki had destroyed her clothes. The first time had been the outfit that would have insured Reno's fidelity to her forever. The second, was her Turk uniform. Of course, Turk's always had at least five uniforms, two of which were kept at headquarters just in case a mission left them covered in blood. It was this knowledge that drove Akalara toward the women's locker room, to locker number 13.

Unlike her counterpart, Akalara could pick a lock in the dark, which was exactly what she was doing, her leather clad hands moving swiftly over the device, opening it without damaging it. Reaching into the inside pocket of her jacket, she retrieved her special mixture. Niki wasn't the only faux-alchemist in the ranks.

Having grown up in the underbelly of Midgar's slums, Akalara had picked up a few 'recipes', which she remembered to this day. This particular concoction was a vile mix of chili powder, jabanero pepper juice, Mideelian red pepper, and a the oil of a wicked Wutain pepper that would have peeled the skin off of Ruby Weapon. Oh yes, this was some wicked shit.

The brew was covertly placed in an empty hairspray bottle, it's pump dispencer quite useful in it's distribution on the uniforms in Niki's locker, as well as her undergarments. Akalara smirked as she placed the cap back on the bottle, closing Niki's locker and replacing the lock. No fingerprints, no evidence. Save for the bottle.

Turning, Akalara spotted the evening custodian's trash bin, the cleaning person having stepped into one of the offices to remove the trash. Silently, she chucked the bottle into the recepticle and left, walking on her toes, so her heels would remain silent. Now that stage one of her plan was complete, it was time to move on to stage two. For that, she needed an accomplice.

And she knew just who she was going to use.

"Oh shit! Niki, Babe, you okay?"

Torr dropped his now empty cup of coffee into a nearby trash can, grabbing a handful of tissues off the desk it belonged to. He started wiping at Niki's front, lingering on her breasts. Niki giggled cheerfully at the attention.

"Did it burn you?" Torr asked in concern, still patting her dry.

She shook her head. "No, it just felt like a warm bath," she said, smiling brilliantly at the handsome white-haired Turk. "Not that I mind, but I think my breasts are dry."

Torr returned the grin, reaching up and tweaking her nose. "Just wanted to make sure," he said with a wink.

"Yo, Rookie!" Reno snarled, coming up behind Niki and drapping his arm around her. He glared at Torr. "Back off."

Torr threw the tissues in the trash can. "Just trying to help out, Man," he said. He turned around and grumbled. "Ain't like you don't have back ups, yo."

Reno turned Niki around to look at her. "You're a mess," he said with a grin, kissing her cheek. "Go change your uniform. It's lunch time."

Niki squealed in delight, knowing that lunch time meant 'Reno Fornication Hour'. Running off toward the locker room, she quickly stripped off her soaked clothing and put on her fresh, dry uniform. She had to change her bra and panties as well, the coffee having soaked through her uniform to her undergarments. She debated not wearing panties, given they were going to be off in about 2 minutes anyway, but opted for them, knowing how much Reno loved to peel them off with his teeth.

Squealing again, she ran out of the locker room and into Reno's office, slamming the door and leaping on him. She kissed him fiercely. "I missed you," she said, kissing her way down his neck.

Reno growled and threw off her jacket, letting her do the same to him. She made fast work of the three buttons he had fastened and slipped the white fabric off his lean torso, caressing the muscles under his skin. Reno was skinny, but he was built. Add to the sexy body, sexy hair and just all around sexy bad ass attitude and it was no wonder all the girls wanted him.

Niki sighed happily as Reno eased her bra off her shoulders, pressing her body against his. Then, he stopped. And twitched. "Uh, Niki," he said. Twitch, twitch. Niki crinkled her nose as she felt her skin begin to crawl, then burn, then itch. She shrieked.

"Oh sweet Shiva, what the fuck is going on?" she screamed.

Reno pushed away from her and started clawing at his skin. "It burns!" he yelled. "Damn girl, what kind of funk have you got?"

"I don't have anything!" she yelled back. "You're the whore, not me!"

Niki covered her mouth with her hands after the words left her. Reno glared at her. "Is that what you think?" he asked lowly. "That I'm a whore?"

Niki shook her head. "No, Reno, I didn't mean it," she whispered, scrambling toward him. "I wasn't thinking...it just..."

"Save it!" he yelled, grabbing his clothes and tossing hers at her. "If that's all you think I am, then get lost."

Niki narrowed her eyes as she caught her clothes. Despite the itching, she began putting them back on. "You know, I'm not the only one who thinks that," she hissed. "You sleep with every female Turk in the department, all of the secretaries, any executives that catch your fancy. And then you try to make us all believe you don't. I know I'm just one of your girls, and that's fine with me. Because I still get to be with you. I accept that. But don't confuse insanity with stupidity, Reno. Because I'm not stupid!"

Having regained some decency, Niki stormed out of his office and down the hall. Reno stepped out into the hallway and watched her go, heaving a huge sigh. "This sucks," he grumbled, taking his clothes and walking off toward the men's locker room, scratching at his chest.

"Hey Reno."

He turned, looking into the cranberry red eyes of his evening girl. Hmm, he didn't even think of them by their names; just what time of day he got to fuck them.

"Hey Akalara," he said walking toward her, his head hanging down a bit.

She cocked her head, looking at him in concern. "Are you okay?" she asked, flicking a piece of his hair away from his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he lied, scratching again. "Just gonna hit the showers before getting back to work."

"Okay," she said. "So, I'll see you tonight then."

He shook his head. "No, not tonight," he said. "Sorry, but I'm cancelling."

"What?" she exclaimed harshly. "Why?"

He shrugged. "Not feeling it," he said, walking away. "See ya, Akalara."

Akalara stared dumbfounded after her retreating boyfriend. Narrowing her eyes, she sprinted toward the ladies locker room, finding Niki and shoving her against the lockers. "What did you do?" she snarled.

Niki's eyes were filled with tears. "What are you talking about?" she whispered. "I didn't do anything."

"Reno cancelled our date tonight," she hissed. "Why? What did you say to him?"

"I didn't say anything about you!" Niki snapped, pushing Akalara away from him. "Maybe he just realized what a stupid bitch you are."

Akalara shoved her against the lockers again. Niki shoved her back. "You must have said something," she said. "He was going to the showers to wash the itching potion off and..."

Niki shoved her harder. "You set this up?" she shrieked. "Gods, I should have KNOWN! What, so you resort to sixth grade tactics now?"

"Me?" Akalara screamed back with righteous indignation. "I'm not the one training a four-armed freak monkey to throw maggots at people!"

"Fuck you, that takes talent!" Niki screamed. "And Kali's a siamang. Repeat it, Spazfuck. SIAMANG!"

"Whatever," Akalara exclaimed, pointing her finger in Niki's face. "Mark my words, when this is over, Reno will be with ME and you will be out of a boyfriend...and a job."

Niki opened her mouth and bit Akalara's finger. The green-haired woman screamed in pain. "Next time," Niki hissed. "I'll bite it off."

"Knock it off, you two," Elena said, pushing the two women away from each other. "Niki, get cleaned up and get back to work. Akalara, leave."

"Is my other uniform contaminated, too?" Niki snarled, throwing her clothes at her nemesis.

Akalara smirked and left. Niki went to go after her. "Niki, here," Feather said, handing her a spare uniform. "You can use one of mine."

"Thanks," Niki said, taking the clothes. This wasn't over. This was far from over.

Akalara stopped in Torr's office, taking out 100 gil. "Here," she said, laying it on his desk. "Thanks for helping out this morning."

Torr threw the money back at her. "I don't want it," he snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. "That sucked. Next time you need a bitch to help you out, get someone else. I'm not doing it. I like Niki."

Akalara balked at that. "How could you?" she asked. "She's insane and sadistic. No one likes her."

Torr stood up and glared down at her. "Actually, everyone likes her," he said. "She's funny, cool, has great personalities."

"Personalities?" Akalara scoffed. "As in more than one?"

"Yeah," he snarled. "Maybe you should borrow one."

Akalara grimmaced. That stung. Torr walked around her toward the door.

"I'm going to apologize," he said. "Maybe take her out to dinner. Just remember what I said."

Akalara glared. This...sucked.

A/N: Okay, just so you all know...Torr...is HOT! I found a picture of him; well, one that I'm saying is him. Showed it to Niki-chan...she thought he was hot. Showed it to Magni...SHE thought he was hot. You want to see a pic of him? Review/PM me and I'll email it to you. Also, for all my current Turks, if you have an anime representation of yourself, please let me know and I will PM you my email address. Ram, my Amazon Sista, is working on something for us. My anime Turk is displayed on my profile. Anyway...REVIEW or you've got guard duty at the labs!