Category: Humor
Setting: Pre-heists
Characters/Pairings: Four Horsemen
Rating/Warnings: K+
Summary: Henley is going to murder whoever did this to her.

Disclaimer: Neither Now You See Me or its characters belong to me.

Prankster

"Merritt!" the shout echoed through the rented house. "I am going to kill you!"

"What did you do this time?" Daniel asked, sighing and sipping his coffee.

"I didn't do anything!" Merritt exclaimed, eyes wide.

Daniel just gave a look that clearly said he didn't believe the older man. They had only known each other a few months, but it had become very clear very quick that Merritt was a prankster, and a childish one at that. His pranks never amounted to anything more than switching the salt and the sugar or placing their hands in warm water while they slept, but it was annoying. So far he hadn't targeted Henley, mostly out of fear of what the escape artist would do to him, but by the angry shouting it appeared he had finally pranked her too.

"I am going to kill you, Merritt!" Henley was seething as she came into the room, the bathrobe and the towel wrapped around her head showing she had just come from the shower.

"What did I do?" Merritt asked, sounding for once to be genuinely confused.

Daniel leaned back in his chair. He had been on the receiving end of Merritt's pranks more often than not and it was always a good feeling when it was someone else on the receiving end.

"You know!" Henley barked.

"No, I don't." Merritt replied.

Henley didn't reply and simply reached up to remove the towel wrapped around her head. Her wet hair fell down around her shoulders, but instead of her normal red, her hair was now a—to be quite honest—very ugly mixture of dark green and red.

The second he saw it, Daniel lost it and nearly fell out of his chair from laughing so hard. Even the death glare Henley sent him couldn't stop his laughter. Merritt just stared at her hair, doing his best to hide a grin. Henley turned her attention back to him and took a step forward.

"Too far, Merritt." She said simply, "Too far."

"As much as I wish I could claim this," Merritt replied, forcing the grin off his face, "I've never even thought of dying another person's hair."

"Then who was it?" Henley snapped, not believing the man for a second.

"I don't know." Merritt exclaimed, backing up slightly. "I swear it wasn't me. I'm not suicidal!"

Henley started to reply, but was cut off by the sound of laughter coming from the next room. Daniel had managed to control his laughter and watched curiously as Henley glared at Merritt one last time before walking over to the door separating the two rooms. She opened it and Jack, who had apparently been leaning on the door in a successful attempt to listen in, fell to the ground, face red from laughing so hard.

"I told you it wasn't me!" Merritt chided, letting his grin widen as he was thrown out of the fire and Jack was tossed in.

Jack managed to calm down and looked up at Henley, who just stood there, arms crossed, glaring down at him. His laughter stopped and he chuckled nervously, glancing over at Daniel and Merritt who just grinned and shook their heads.

"Uh, hi." He said nervously, crawling backwards and getting to his feet.

"You have a five second head start." Henley replied.

"What?" Jack asked, not understanding.

"One." Henley began counting and took a step toward the younger man. "Two."

"Run, Jack, run!" Merritt laughed.

Jack didn't have to be told twice and took off at a sprint.

"Five!"