Hey look, a new face in the KND fandom! What's funny is that KND is the first fandom I ever wrote fanfiction for ever. This was years ago though, and they were horrible and thus never published. But after KND's recent return to TV, I've been inspired to write a fic again!

It's AU-ish. As in, Hoagie will reference KND stuff, but has no memory of being apart of Sector V. fff don't question my logic. The story is told from detective!Hoagie's POV, who I love a lot. Although I probably butchered him, and others. I haven't written KND fanfiction in so long, so I apologize for my rustiness and potential OOCness. But I'm gonna be a good person and not pull the "oh but they're older so they're different" excuse. But I'm writing this for fun really, so I wouldn't take anything too seriously. I just wanted a reason to write detective!Hoagie, and some Hoagie/Abby lovin'. There's also Kuki/Wally, Nigel/Rachel, and some other randomness.

…I talk too much.

Disclaimer: Codename: Kids Next Door belongs to the oh so brilliant Mr. Warburton. …Who I are not.

Start

It's a crazy world out there.

At least, that's what I used to think. Before I grew up. Before I realized that not all teenagers and adults in the world were evil tyrants solely bent on making the lives of kids miserable.

Yeah, those were the good ol' days. Having something to fight for, having some sort of new mystery to solve.

Believe it or not, being a junior detective (although I prefer to exclude the "junior" part) wasn't as cool in high school as it was in elementary school.

No one came to me, hoping I could figure out who was gunning down kids with pink-eye-filled water balloons. Or find out who stole their favorite Rainbow Monkey eraser.

No, instead kids avoided my private eye office in the 2nd floor supply closet like it was infected with the plague. Regardless, my "office" was where I spent my free period in school, always (futilely) hoping that someone, anyone, would waltz through my door with a case for me to solve.

Unfortunately, this made most of my fellow peers think I was just a nerdy loner, which wasn't entirely true. Nerdy, perhaps, but I chose to define myself and my hobbies in a different manner. And I definitely wasn't a loner. Actually, I could be rather social…to those who were willing to interact with me.

Those people generally consisted of my two best friends, Bartie Stork and Anthony Douglas. Bartie and I had been close for a while now, although we hung out less and less after he started dating Virginia Sims… And as for Anthony… Well sometimes he got himself caught up in a bit too much trouble that I didn't always want to deal with. He wasn't really a bad guy though; he just made stupid decisions. I was beginning to think that spending my free period with him would be better than just sitting in the supply closet alone.

Sighing, I glanced up at the clock I had installed, leaning forward out of my previously relaxed position. It was 1:25, which meant my free period was almost over. Then it was off to math class for me. Good thing I actually enjoyed the subject, unlike the boring English lectures I was often forced to sit through.

I started to rise out of my raggedly rolling chair, when the door to the clos– I mean my office – burst open. At first I assumed it was some freshman, trying to escape from the bullies that ran rampant in our school. But boy, was I surprised to see who it was.

"You're Hoagie Gilligan, right? The private detective?" the girl asked, twirling a lock of black hair between her fingers, and looking rather frantic.

I winked. "The one and only."

"I…need your help. My boyfriend – Wallabee Beetles – has been framed."

And suddenly, things got interesting. The Kuki Sanban, popular co-captain of our school's cheer squad and girlfriend of our football star, was coming to me for help?

Yet, at the time, I had no clue how interesting things were going to get. Pretty, let me tell you that, so I suggest you stick around for the tale. Because with Kuki's request, high school was about to become much less dull.

Short prologue is short. But then again, not many of the chapters will be long; I'm too lazy for that, and then I end up getting bogged down by the length.

Oh, and Anthony Douglas is my made up name for Numbuh 42. And Bartie Stork is Numbuh 35 and Viriginia Sims is Numbuh 23 for those who don't know/remember.

A review or two would be nice, but it's not really a big deal. Next chapter will be up sooner or later!

~TRO