ok, so ive finally rounded up some free time before school to submit this. its not much, but i was struggling to try and slowly build up. le gasp.

anyway, hopefully i can get more done soon. but for now, try and enjoy this quite boring chapter. (well, i find it boring)

Chapter Two

Fanny awoke sometime later that day and felt better than before. She checked the clock in the room to see it had just come the afternoon. She still had some harmless filing to do, so she slowly slid out of the bed and began to change. She was still heavily bandaged around her waist, but the bleeding had long since stopped. Throwing on her jumper, she calmly exited the room, and was knocked over unexpectedly by someone. She sat up and rubbed her head, and noticed Numbuh 60 in the same position.

"Sorry ma'am, I didn't see you come out." He apologised, hastily getting up and helping his superior up. He bought her up close to his body, and went a slight shade of pink.

"It's ok Patton, I wasn't watching where I was going." She replied, letting go of his gloved hands and dusting herself off. "And call me Fanny. We're not on business, so why act like it?"

"Um, sure ok." Patton replied sheepishly. "Why are you out of bed anyway? Shouldn't you be resting?"

"Believe me I'm fine." She replied. "I just need to do some filing and then I can relax for the rest of the week."

"You want me to help you then?" He asked hopefully. "I mean, if Numbuh 362 wants an explanation, I'll say I was keeping you under supervision. Make sure you don't hurt yourself or anything."

"It's filing. I don't think there's ever been a filing accident ever recorded." She waved it off. "But if you're willing to help me, that'd be great."

"Sure thing." He smiled at her, and fell into step as they headed for the reports room.

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"You know, I really didn't expect you to come." Rachel said as she sat with Abby in the conference room. She leant back in her recliner chair.

"Let's just get to the real reason we're both here, shall we?" Abby replied.

"Fine." Rachel's eyes glinted. "We both know the real reason why we're here, so why explain it?"

"So, what do you propose we do about it then?" Abby seemed very interested by then.

"I'll make you a wager you can't refuse. We'll have a competition, a war if you may. Winner takes all."

Abby thought for a moment. "Hmm, girl, you gotta deal. But, won't it be a little obvious what we're actually doing?"

"Not if you play your cards right." Rachel replied with a wink. They both heard paper being spilt, and saw the girl in question looking sheepishly at them before rounding it all up.

"Sorry sir." She replied, hastily picking the reports up. As Patton bent down and helped, Rachel gave Abby the widest grin of all time.

"I don't think we'll be having a problem at all." She confirmed. "Numbuh 60?"

"Yes ma'am?" He enquired, his hands full of papers. They waited until the red head had strut off with the other half of the reports, until Rachel filled his enquiry.

"I have a big favour to ask." She said, placing her fingertips together. "May I ask you to keep an eye on Numbuh 86 for me?"

"Sure thing ma'am, but I'm going to the Artic Base for new training this afternoon. I won't be back for a good week."

"Well then, take her with you." Her eyes glinted, and Abby smirked. "I'm sure with her voice and your military skills, you'll blitz the training in no time."

"Well, since you put it that way." He blushed slightly. "Sure thing ma'am." And with that, he nodded once and left to file paperwork.

"Man that was too easy." Abby commented, handing her palm out. "Lay me five girl."

Rachel low fived her, and folded her arms. "So, how do you want to go about this, huh?"

"Hmm, how's about we ask some more professional operatives for that?" Abby questioned, raising a cocky eyebrow.

"Come on then." Rachel stood up and fell into step with the French girl. "The communication room it is."

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Nigel Uno had returned from his "private" mission, and had arrived at the tree house with his girlfriend of two years, Lizzie Devine. He was in a bad mood, after he had discovered Abby had simply got up and left the team for her own personal business. As he paced up and down the living area, four sets of eyes watched him from the couch. Lizzie and Kuki glanced at each other in concern.

"Come on Nigie, I'm sure she had a good reason to sneak off." Lizzie commented. "Maybe she was called off for secret work?"

"Just like her sister that one." Wally muttered. "Always sneaking around. She could've just told us where she was going."

"That's not the point." Nigel stopped. "I gave her an important instruction to follow, and she failed to do so."

"So, what're you going to do about it?" Kuki said. "I mean, maybe it was a harmless act to see you know who. Maybe she snuck off so she could get privacy with her or something?"

"I know you're trying to defend her, but she disobeyed an order." Nigel began pacing again. "However, when she comes back we'll be having a long talk about this."

He was stopped by a small TV lowering down, and a transmission came through.

"This is Numbuh 362."

"Numbuh 362, is there something wrong?" Nigel asked eagerly, spinning around.

"No, no. I was just going to inform you that Numbuh 5 is here with me." She looked around as if finding the words. "I called her for some urgent business. But that's not why I really called. If you may, I'd like to privately talk to Numbuh 3 in your communication room. And so help me if anyone else eavesdrops, you'll know about it."

"Okie dokie." Kuki replied before getting up and skipping down the hall.

"As for the rest of you, take the day off." Rachel smiled. "There hasn't been any villain activity anywhere, so relax and enjoy yourselves. Numbuh 362 out."

The screen went blank, and Nigel shook his head. Why would Rachel contact them if there was nothing wrong? Why would she want to talk to Kuki secretly?

"Well, if you're up for another round I could sure go for one." Wally said, picking up his controller.

"Bring it on." Hoagie replied, starting the game. Nigel sat down to watch and try to distract himself, but he knew nothing could get rid of his now dangerously nagging feeling about his bosses' actions.

I don't know what's going on, but whatever it is, I'll find out. Even if it's the last thing I do.