Desha's Reno of the Turks Fan Fiction

Interludes – Scene 3

Scene Notes: In Chapter 3: Rude Awakenings, one of Reno’s pranks was airlifting Elena’s car onto the roof of the Shinra Building. She had to get it down somehow…

“Reno had returned the favor the following afternoon by airlifting Elena’s car to the roof of the Shinra Building and refusing to bring it back down. The rookie had finally been forced to appeal to Tseng for help, as she was not trained as a pilot herself.”

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A tentative knock pulled Tseng’s attention away from his current project. He wasn’t sure whether to be annoyed or grateful for the interruption. Department requests were one of the most tedious parts of his job… but it was also nearing nine o’clock, and he really didn’t have any desire to be at the task all night. One of these day’s he’d stop putting it off until the last minute. Of course that’s what he told himself every month.

“Yes?” he called out. The door wasn’t closed, but his visitor seemed to be hovering just out of sight, as if already regretting having disturbed him.

“S-sir?” a soft voice queried somewhat timidly. A blonde head peaked around the doorframe, with a decidedly uncertain expression on its face.

“Elena…” Tseng replied, a little surprised. He’d thought she’d left hours ago. “What are you still doing here?”

“I… um…” she began, her face reddening, “I need some… help… sir.”

Tseng raised an eyebrow, wondering what it was that could possibly have the woman so nervous about a simple request for assistance. And why she was making said request at this time of night?

“Indeed? What kind of help?”

Elena cleared her throat. “Reno… er… moved my car, sir,” she said, and Tseng could have sworn she actually went a shade or two redder.

“And I suppose he won’t tell you where he’s put it…” Tseng sighed. This was getting just a little ridiculous. At least, though, it wouldn’t be too difficult to rectify. A simple phone call coupled with a thinly veiled threat should suffice.

“N-not exactly, sir,” she stammered, “I… I know where it is. I just can’t… reach it.”

“You can’t… reach… your car…” Tseng repeated, wondering what in the world Reno had done now.

“Yes, sir.”

“I know I’m going to regret asking, but… where, pray tell, is your car, Elena?” he asked, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

“The roof, sir.”

“I beg your pardon?” Tseng replied, incredulously.

“Reno airlifted my car onto the roof… sir,” Elena said, “I-I tried to get him to bring it down… but… but he wouldn’t.”

Tseng swore softly in Wutaiian and shook his head. So much for department requests. The Turk leader stood and collected his suit jacket from the back of his chair.

“Come with me,” he sighed, pulling it on.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she said, meekly.

“There’s no need to be. It’s hardly your fault Reno took this too far…” Tseng replied, “The joke I can overlook… it’s the refusal to end it that irritates me. We’ll get it down… and I will have a word with Reno in the morning.”

“Thank you, sir,” Elena quietly responded, as she followed him towards the elevators.

~fin~