Well, here I am, back with a new collaboration with CindyNeutron and TehDrabbler. As you should tell, we are part of the 2/86 Closet Keepers, and have decided on a fic just for. Here i've written the first chapter for you.

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Chapter One

He had known about the "boyfriend". He had known she had no interest in him at all. But last weeks event at the latest TND stakeout made him confused, angry even. That she could play him that way and act like nothing happened. He leaned back on his locker, and stared long and hard at a small-darkened spot on the floor, as if waiting for it to jump to life or something.

Hoagie Gilligan, now at 16 years of age thought his life was great. He had a small yet enjoyable group of friends, he was getting good grades and excelling in shop classes, and people treated him with uttermost respect. All except for one girl however.

Her name was Fanny Fullbright, and her agenda was simple; ignore and torment Hoagie Gilligan in any way she could muster. And it seemed she had accomplished that last week.

They had been assigned a stakeout on a new family just settling in to the neighbourhood. Both of the teens sat under the moonlit night, eyeing the house like hawks.

"You know, I'm capable of doing this myself." Fanny said, grabbing the other boy's attention.

"And you know I'm not refusing an order from my boss." He replied, staring ever so casually.

"Fine, whatever." Fanny replied, not wanting to take much more interest in the so-called teammate beside her.

"So, has much happened in there?" He asked, catching a mere corner of the eye look.

"If you must know, this family seems quite normal. There's been no…" Her sentence was cut short by an eerie trance the other operative was in. "What?"

He said nothing, and instead innocently laid his hand upon hers. She stiffened up and in her mind she panicked. She didn't know why he was acting this way, until she saw how bright the sky blanket was tonight. She felt his other hand gently slide up to her cheek, and before she could say a thing, he moved in for the kill.

He didn't know why he was doing this, but feeling the warmth of her lips pressed against his own made him feel quite comfortable. He expected her to punch him way, push him out of the tree, but she did something he had merely dreamed of.

She grasped his shoulder, and squeezed as she joined in the brief kiss. It seemed like eternity before she broke away and turned her attention back to the house, and yet it was mere seconds. He decided to do his duty, and neither breathed a word to each other the rest of the night.

And now it seemed she wanted nothing more to do with the kiss, and even more so him as she stood by that wallflower she loved calling her boyfriend. His name was Albert, and though to Hoagie he seemed about as exciting as a brick in the wall, he cared for Fanny very much, which was to the technician's disliking. But it seemed that there was no way of breaking the so-called "happy couple" apart anytime soon, so Hoagie just bottled away his feelings about it. Though, his anger was now so intense that he felt a sudden urge to kill her right there and then as he watched them exchanging an inaudible conversation and a peck here and there. He looked down to see half of his papers were now scrunched so badly he couldn't make out any of the writing. But he didn't really care at that point in time; there were far more important things in life than some stupid homework sheets.

What got him even more disgusted with her actions was when she had the nerve to turn to spot him and send him a very snotty look. He didn't see how she was allowed to do that to him; after all, it takes two to make the mistake they did.

"Umm, Hoagie?" His attention snapped up to the sound of a soft cooing voice. The voice of his sweet and caring friend, Kuki Sanban. She was lent over and staring with deep concern. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine I guess." He lied. The cogs in his head had already grinded themselves down so much, his anger was now a continuing process. He stood up, and opened his locker. Each of his actions of throwing his paper in and slamming the door shut caused a few eye openers to passers by, but no one bothered doing any more than look. Their looks assumed that would be Kuki's job.

"Well, we'd better get to class before the teacher blows." She stated calmly as she grabbed his arm and dragged him down the corridor opposite the couple. Hoagie narrowed his eyes as the Irish red head dared to take a glance at him once more, before leaving with Albert, hand-in-hand.