Disclaimer: I do not own Codename Kids Next Door.


"Numbuh 362! Sector T is in a shoot-out with the Six Gum Gang! They might need field support!"

"Numbuh 362! Numbuh 60 needs the moonbase janitorial team sent down to the Arctic, the Toiletnator clogged up all the toilets in the prison wing again!"

"Numbuh 362! Did you send Numbuh 86 her Decommissioning Slips yet? She's got two teens ready to be wiped but no proper paperwork permission!"

"Numbuh 362! Wanna have a sleepover?"

"Alright! Alright!" Rachel stressed as she spun on her heel. She was then faced with a horde of kids, all apparently having some form of oh so important information they just had to get off their chests all at once. Rolling her eyes, the blonde put her fingers to her lips and let off a silencing whistle. In the echo, all present company fell deathly quiet. She would have to thank Patton for showing her that trick.

"Okay everyone, I know you all raise very pressing concerns, but I can't handle every crisis under the sun. I'm not Numbuh Zero, for Pete's sake," she joked. When no one even uttered a giggle, she sighed.

"In order: Numbuh 74, provide assistance to Sector T if necessary. Numbuh 89.8, dispatch the janitors. Numbuh 44, give Numbuh 86 clearance to decommission those teens if she hasn't already. And Numbuh 23, I'll see how busy I am this weekend." Virginia allowed herself a victorious snicker while Rachel shooed them all away. "The rest of you please take up your issues with your superiors - that are not me! I have enough to attend to as it is at the moment. Dismissed!"

With a collective grumble, the children slowly dispersed and journeyed back from whence they came. Rachel let out a sigh of relief as she continued on her path to her office, things were exceedingly hectic this afternoon. Operatives seemed to spring up like weeds with how every time she turned one down, a gazillion more appeared around the next corner. She was certain she had passed every kid stationed on the moonbase at least twice during her return trip from the bathroom.

Her open-door policy was really starting to bite her in the butt.

Rachel's face relaxed visibly as the door to her personal quarters came into view. As tedious as it was, dealing with various documents was far more quiet then a hundred screeching agents. She entered the room, removing her helmet and letting her blonde hair flow freely. However, when she became aware that she wasn't the only one in her room, her features filled something akin to amusement.

Over in the corner under her mission screen were two young agents laying lazily upon the floor. Their heads bobbed to and fro as the two girls giggled at the rainbow monkey program that played, and showed no signs that they even knew that Rachel was among them. She was tempted to leave them be, but she did have work to do.

"Ahem," she calmly uttered. The two girls gasped as Rachel shook her head. "Sorry cadets, but this is an office, not a lounge. I have work to do, and I'm sure you do as well."

"Aw, but the boys were hogging the TV. All they want to watch is stupid Yipper," the girls moaned. But not wanting to disrespect their Supreme Leader, the two exited the office without further fuss. After they departed, Rachel moved towards her desk.

"Now where is that remote?" she asked herself as she frittered through her desk clutter. Upon finally finding the device, she turned to the television screen. She grimaced a tad at the sight of the overly cute rainbow monkeys, and was all too prepared to shut off the feed. But at that moment, the program cut to commercial to rely a message she paused to hear.

"And remember, fans of vast space and time, that today marks the release of the Doctor Time-Space and the Continuum Collector's DVD set: complete with seasons 1-11, deleted scenes, commentary, and the rare edition Phone Booth DVD case."

"Wait, that was today?" Rachel snapped in the direction of her calender to see that, in fact, today's date was indeed heavily circled. She couldn't believe that the Doctor Time-Space Collector's DVD came out today and it completely slipped her mind! She looked back to the television, and a look of severe longing came over her as the commercial flashed scenes from her favorite closet obsession. She had to have those DVDs.

She needed them.

"But I can't just leave, I'm too busy today," she lamented. With a heavy sigh, she aimed the remote at the screen. "Besides, I pre-ordered my copy months ago. It'll still be there by the time I – "

" – and don't forget that for those of you who have proof of pre-order, you are eligible to participate in this one-time special event! This afternoon at the Hugiplex Shopping Center, you'll receive your Collector's DVD set along with a copy of the Doctor Time-Space adventure booklet; signed by the current Doctor, Mark Simmons himself!"

"NO WAY!" Rachel let loose something akin to a fangirlish squeal as the news sunk in. Faster then ever thought possible, she was at her desk and proceeded to tear open her personal compartment. Without care, she tossed out useless junk and mementos as she searched feverishly for the object of her current one-minded desire. She then suddenly froze, then gave a cheer as she held up her prize for all to see. "Ah-ha! Found you!"

Clutched securely in her hands, was her pre-order receipt of the DVD set.

"And Harvey called me crazy for keeping you, but who's laughing now, my precious?" Rachel manically cackled as she held the ticket to her chest similar to how a mother would coddle her infant child. Grinning wildly, she pressed the call button connected to her intercom, and spoke in an almost sing-song voice. "Numbuh 9-2-5, cancel all my appointments for the afternoon. I'm cashing in my vacation hours and going on leave for the rest of the day!"

"Oh, I'm afraid you can't do that, ma'am."

"Can't? What do you mean I can't?" Rachel growled. "The world as all kids know it isn't ending right this second, even the Supreme Leader is allowed some time to herself!"

"Not arguing with you, ma'am, but there's no room in your cramped schedule for any break time today."

"I doubt it's that tight, 9-2-5."

"Uh-huh. Have you looked out your window lately?"

Confused, Rachel turned away from her buzzer and slowly walked towards her window. The blinds concealed the outside world, and she was quite hesitant to see what exactly was out there. Frowning, she rolled her eyes and pulled down the blinds, only to take a step back when the view caught her off-guard.

Outside her window was a large mass of children, all of their mouths moving rapidly with something that they deemed worthy of her attention. She had never been more thankful for investing in soundproof glass. Upon seeing her, a random operative jumped and pressed himself against the window waving some flier as he slowly descended down the glass. Slightly unnerved, Rachel reached up and slowly brought the blinds to a close again. She then looked back towards her buzzer, and she swore she could feel Numbuh 9-2-5's smugness seeping over the line.

"…Nevermind, 9-2-5."

"I knew you'd understand ma'am. Ta-ta!"

Rachel childishly imitated the secretary before flopping down into her chair. She glanced to the lone ticket on her desk. Just sitting there. Taunting her. Her dream of getting anything signed by the Doctor now officially shot to heck. There had to some way she could get her hands on that merchandise, but fate's sole purpose today seemed to be to keep her stuck on the moonbase.

"It's a conspiracy, that's what it is," she pouted. Ashamed for acting in a manner unbefitting of a Supreme Leader, Rachel took a calming breath, and shrugged off the matter; deciding to, instead, make headway on the latest mission reports.

But one side glance to her pre-order ticket was all it took to send her spiraling into depression again. She didn't care if anyone saw her in this state and thought less of her, she deserved this one moment of self-pity.

"I'm the one running this show up here, there has to be something I can do. But I can't just waste valuable resources in the pursuit of my own self-gain." She frowned on that line of thinking, but suddenly stroked her chin in contemplation. "Or…can I?"

Harsh knocks on her door in repeated concession jarred her from her musings. She grimly looked towards the entrance and groaned. She supposed it was only a matter of time before the tide of complaining agents stormed in. Resigning herself to her fate, Rachel sat straight and braced herself for an onslaught of questions, requests, and in some cases, demands. "Come in."

As expected, the door whooshed open. What she did not predict, however, was who rushed in afterwords.

"Outta my way losers, I was 'ere first! Get back-OW! NO PULLING!"

Rachel slowly lifted a brow as a familiar accented voice boomed throughout the small quarters of her office. Finally, Wally placed his foot solidly on the floor, and seemingly worked to drag himself in the room. His features were sheen with extreme amounts of agitation, and upon finally getting in, he was all to happy to slam the door on some poor operative's face. "Buncha rabid dogs, that's what they are!"

Rachel studied the haggard and annoyed Numbuh 4 who just so promptly threw himself in her office. It looked as if he fought off an army of Ice Cream Men just to make it this far, though with the size of the crowd just outside her door, she doubted the experience wasn't that different from what she imagined.

"Numbuh 4," she carefully greeted. The blond boy responded with a snort which she took as a sign of him acknowledging her. "What brings you here today?"

"Here," he huffed, tossing a sealed envelope in her direction. Before she could even ask, he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "Numbuh 1 told me to make sure you got that. Man, I thought I'd get to do something cool, not be some mangy delivery-boy!"

Rachel's hand snapped up to swiftly catch the envelop and looked it over. She then glanced over towards Wally and was tempted to call him out on his rude behavior, but having more pressing thoughts on her mind, she dismissed it. "Thank you Numbuh 4, I'll be sure to look over it."

Wally's eyes flicked to Rachel when he picked up on her rueful tone. "What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing, I'm fine," she said. But after thinking it over, she felt the sudden need to vent. "Well – "

"– Oh, 'cause I was wondering what could bother you," Wally interrupted. "You're the Supreme Leader; cool stuff must happen to you, like, every other second up here! That leaves guys like me bored and stuck with nuthin' ta do. I mean, you ain't got no idea what it's been like today! Thought I'd finally get some excitement coming up here, but nooo! I almost get trampled by some whiners, just to deliver some stupid letter!"

"Oh woe is you, Numbuh 4," Rachel said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "It must be terrible. Being able to come and go from the moonbase as you please; not a care in the world, while I'm trapped here and missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime."

"I know! Right?"

At that moment, Rachel's head struck up a heated affair with her desk.

"Wait…" Wally said, now looking at Rachel with new found curiosity. "What was that part about a 'opportunity'? Oh! It's about some new top secret mission, isn't it?"

"No. It's not a – "

"C'mon, ya gotta tell me!" Wally exclaimed. His hands excitingly slammed down on Rachel's mahogany desk, causing her jerk back in surprise. "That's what that message is about, right? Right? It's some new, cool, extra doubly important mission! Ya hafta tell me what it's about! Just a hint? I won't tell nobody!"

"Enough! This has nothing to do with any KND affiliated mission," Rachel muttered. Her hand reached toward the envelop, intent on filing it away to read later. "It's just a…"

Her sentence trailed off as her eyes caught sight of her Doctor Time-Space pre-order ticket. She narrowed her eyes as she switched her gaze from the ticket, to Wally. The blond boy's face was radiating enthusiasm and he was practically bouncing on his heels at the chance to be a part of some classified mission he believed she was withholding. With that in mind, she recalled what she had said mere moments ago.

She desperately needed a signed autograph from the Doctor's actor. The hows didn't amount to anything as long as it was within her collection. But in her current position, she was in no shape or form to simply take off anywhere.

Wally, on the other hand…

"Hmm, you know what, Numbuh 4? I think it's time I branched out. Scout new potentials for all the high-end assignments. Dangerous feats of daring-do that would have normal run of the mill operatives crying to their mamas. But you're not one to shed tears, now are you, Numbuh 4?"

Wally scoffed. "You kidding? I popped this blister I found on my foot this morning, and didn't even sniffle. I can prove it! Here, lemme show ya – "

"That won't be necessary!" Rachel quickly shot down as Wally began tugging off his shoe. After breathing a sigh of relief, she plucked her pre-order ticket and rose from her seat. "But yes, I believe you're ready to handle this mission. And not just any mission, an ultra super top double – nay – triple secret mission."

"That is so awesome!" he gleefully exclaimed. Fully pumped, he began pulling random punches in the air while guessing the core aspects of his new mission. "What kind of mission is it? Oh oh oh! Is it a spy mission?"

"Wha? I mean, sure it is," Rachel replied offhandedly, saying anything to keep his attention. Making a show of shifting her eyes, she ushered him closer and spoke in a hushed tone of voice. "Listen very carefully. Your objective is to go to the Hugiplex Shopping Center between 1500 and 1900 hours. There, you'll meet our contact, Mark Simmons."

"Yeah, yeah," Wally nodded before tightening his fists. "Then I take him down, right?"

"DON'T YOU DARE!" Rachel growled menacingly. She blinked, and hurriedly regained her composure. "I mean, no! He's our contact, not target. Once you approach him, he'll greet you, to which you'll reply: 'I'm a huge fan, you are so epically amazing, and may I have my copy, please?'."

"That's a long code-phrase."

"Remember it. Once you've said that, give him this." She passed her pre-order ticket into his hand. "Then, he'll give you, The Package."

"The Package?"

"The Package," she said. "It is imperative that you bring The Package back to me. In mint condition. The entire safety of the Kids Next Door could very well rest on me getting it! Understand?"

"Gotcha," Wally agreed, stomping around giddily. "Man, this is just so COOL! I can't wait ta rub it in Numbuh 5's face when I tell her I got to go on a spy –"

"You are not to tell anyone about this. It's a secret spy mission," Rachel interrupted, frowning. "Being a spy means going undercover. If anyone asks, I did not send you on this mission, and you are not there on official KND business. Got that?"

"Uh, yea. I guess so…" Wally mumbled, a tad disappointed. He was so looking forward to bragging about his awesome super-spy mission, but now that he thought about, he couldn't recall any KND spy talking about their missions. Crud. "I still get gadgets, right?"

"Uh, gadgets?"

"Yeah! All the cool spies get 'em! I want one of those fancy grappling hooks that looks like a hairdryer. Wait, nah, that's too girly. I know! A boxing glove that shoots missiles with every punch! No one would lay a finger on me then!"

"Er, I don't think I can give you anything like…" Rachel ventured meekly, but stopped upon seeing Wally huff and pout again. Not wanting him to lose focus on his task, she leaned over her desk and dug through her compartments again. "Wait, I think this will do!"

"Gimme!" he asked greedily, his hand out expectantly. Once the object was dropped into his palms, he frowned. "KND Espionage for Dummies?" he read the title allowed, not believing she handed him such a thing. "What kinda crud is this? I wanted a shiny spy gadget, not some dumb book."

"Looks can be deceiving. That 'dumb book' is a manual for all KND Espionage and Covert Tactics agents. Even I had to read it," she explained. When his disinterest still showed, she stuttered to think up some lame excuse for him to use it. "But, um, it's got hundreds of super neat spy techniques in it! How do you think I got so good at it?"

"Really? Huh. Imagine that," Wally said, looking over the book in a new light. He supposed adding a few more moves to his already amazing arsenal couldn't hurt in the long run. "Guess I could skim this thing over…even if it doesn't have any pictures in it…"

"Then hop to it, Numbuh 4! I have complete confidence in you! Go forth, and set a shining example. And not just for the elite, but for all Kids Next Door worldwide!" She motioned with a wave of her hand. She then pulled the boy close, and glared threateningly into his eyes. "And I trust that you know that failure is not an option. Correct?"

"Course I do," he nervously chuckled as he pried himself out of her grip. "I don't even know the meaning of the word failure! Er, I mean, I'm not an idiot! I know what failure means, but what I meant when I say I didn't know what means was that…uh, I kinda forgot where I was going with that…"

"The only place you need to worry about going is to that rendezvous point! On the double!"

Wally shook his head and threw a hasty salute as he walked off, flipping through his newly acquired book with a twinkle in his eyes. After he left, a sly smile graced Rachel lips as she tossed her hair over her shoulder.

"That takes care of that," she uttered pleased, dusting her hands off. Anticipation coiled deep within as she was a mere hour or so away from claiming her Doctor Time-Space collectibles. However, she glanced back to where Wally departed, a guilty expression marring her face. "It probably wasn't fair to get him so hyped up about it… Ah well. I'll give him a shiny new commendation and toss in a small award ceremony. They go bananas for that stuff."

"Heh heh, finally! Top detail like I deserve!" Wally fist-pumped as he strutted out the office. In his excitement, he started bobbing his head to some foreign beat. "Da na na na! Super spy mission! Na na na na! Undercover butt kickin'! Da na na – WHOA!" he yelped as he collided with someone. After shaking his head, he glared down at kid. "Watch where you're going, dork!"

"Well excuse me!" Numbuh 65.3 grumbled as he stood straight. After readjusting his helmet, he crossed his arms and gave Wally a scolding frown. "According to Sub-Section E-Twenty-Niner-Nine, while on the moonbase, a Kids Next Door operative must always watch their step!"

"Bookworm," Wally scoffed before pushing past the boy. "Outta my way, loser. I got megaly important stuff to do!"

"Like what? Learn how to count past ten?"

"No!" Wally scowled, snapping back on Herbert. "For your information, geek, Numbuh 362 HERSELF has sent me on the most awesomely cool spy mission in the history of sneaky awesome spydom!"

"Is that so?" Herbert arched a brow, highly skeptic. "I was not aware there was something of that great importance to be dealt with."

"Well there is! I gotta go meet this guy to pick up…The Package," he intoned gravely, wiggling his fingers for dramatic effect. He then blinked, then cursed. "Crud! I wasn't supposed to tell anyone that!"

"Relax, Numbuh 4," Herbert shrugged off. "I am bound by Zip-Yer-Lip protocol not to utter a word detail about a mission of that urgency. I won't tell a soul…even if you are a jerk."

"Really? Thanks!" Wally grinned, resuming on his way. "Remind me to knock a few points off your nerd rating when I get back."

"I'll keep that in mind," Herbert groaned. Once Wally disappeared around the corner, the plump boy made sure no one else was around before smiling wickedly and rubbing his hands together.

"A secret Package, eh? To entrust such a duty upon an utter buffoon is a stroke of brilliance! No one would ever suspect an incompetent such as Numbuh 4 to carry out such a delivery. We expected no less from the Supreme Leader," he mumbled to himself as he wandered off to left, walking into the shadows.

"Such a shame it will fail! For even the Best Spy of the KND can never anticipate our wit! Now, Numbuh 4's fate is sealed. For he stands no chance…" Herbert walked into the darkened corner, but what came out were two Asian twins, grinning devilishly. "Against the genius of the Interesting Twins–"

"–From Beneath the Mountain."


Um, yeah. I have my limits with one-shot length, and this has turned out to be way larger then I expected, so I'm splitting it up. The last of it will be up by the end of the day, when I'm positive it's all tidied up.