Hiya Guys! Welcome to my first ever fic! This is a little idea I came up with while daydreaming in Maths (don't ask...). Well, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own KND. If I did, 1 and 362 would be together by now. I do however own Numbuh 225 and any technology he

has [any resemblance to any real life person or someone else's character is pure coincidence, I simply made him up.

The Day Numbuh 362 Got Sick

T'was an interesting day at the Sector V treehouse. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and the flowers were blooming. Well, it wasn't that interesting at all really. In fact, it would start to get a lot less interesting very soon for the members of Sector V. Numbuh 1 was reading out the KND global command report of the morning, a report which no tired KND operative likes to listen to. This is where our story begins.

As usual, Numbuh 1 began with a talk on the benefits of Hamster Hygiene, which, as far as Numbuh 5 was concerned, wasn't beneficial at all. She sat next to Numbuh 2 and Numbuh 4, who obviously couldn't be bothered to listen to the gruelling speech Numbuh 1 had prepared and instead decided to swap Yipper cards. Both boys were hunched over, clutching the cards in their grubby little paws and whispering to each other. Right now, she couldn't think of anything better to do than to grab both sets of the boys' cards, rush to a window and throw them all outside, laughing manically as she did she, as both boys screamed in anguish and sorrow... but she had to be patient... They would get it someday... Yesss...

She attempted to shift her attention back to Numbuh 1, but quickly found that even Numbuhs 2 and 4 were probably doing something a lot more interesting than what Numbuh 1 was saying. Now would be a great time for Numbuh 86 to randomly appear in that rocket of hers to whisk Numbuh 1 away on an important secret mission... She tipped her head back and closed her eyes... Yeah right...

Suddenly, Numbuh 1 paused in his report ("Rainbow Monkeys also need to be cleaned regularly!") and looked up through a top window.

"What on earth??" he yelled and dived off of the platform, just before a KND MAP (Moonbase Attack Pod) ploughed through the top of the building and crashed, nosecone first, into the platform.

Wow! Numbuh 5 thought, quickly jumping up as Numbuhs 2, 3 and 4 did the same. That was convenient!

Numbuh 1 was obviously a bit disturbed as he helped himself to his feet, but got back in his mood pretty quickly.

"Ah wonder what that crazy girl wants this time!" Numbuh 4 spoke up, walking toward the door of the MAP, which had yet to open. "Get out here ya silly girl, what do you want this time??"

Then the MAP door slowly opened. A figure was seen inside.

"About time!" Numbuh 4 yelled, but then stopped in his track. Because the figure wasn't a girl. It was a boy. A KND operative stepped out, his hands behind his back, surveying the room quickly with his piercing grey eyes. He wore custom blue armour, with a blue colander-made-samurai helmet on his head. The helmet had an arced top which joined onto a number – 225. The boy stopped as soon as he saw Numbuh 1, who was currently busy trying to be noticed. His eyes flared in surprise, but then went back to normal as he spoke:

"You're needed at the KND Moonbase. Now."

Numbuh 1 flushed, it was not normal for him to have his perfectly ordered treehouse crashed by a stranger who then intends to take him to the moon for some odd reason.

"B-But... Why?" He managed to stammer.

"I'll tell you why when we're there. Just get in." He grabbed Numbuh 1 by the shoulder and roughly forced him into the MAP. "You'll have a report by noon today." He said to Numbuh 5 and then got into the MAP himself. There was a brief pause as the hatch closed, then the reverse thrusters activated, shooting the Pod back up to where it came from. Numbuhs 2-5 walked to look up the large hole created by the entrance of the Pod; it was out of sight already.

"So..." Numbuh 3 said. "Wanna play some Frisbee?" She pulled one out of nowhere.

"Sounds good to me." said Numbuh 2.

"Eh, why not." said Numbuh 4.

All eyes turned to Numbuh 5.

"All right..." she sighed happily as she walked over to join them. "It'll be better than a stupid global command report anyway."

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So ends Chapter 1! What does the Moonbase want with Numbuh 1? Could it have something to do with the title? Will I stop making a fool of myself with questions? All these will be answered [I hope in Chapter 2. Until then, please read and review [constructive criticism is welcome, flames ARE NOT. Flamers will be eaten by me, collecting my dark harvest with a cold iron blade! Mwhahaha!