KND (C) Mr. Warburton

So sorry for the wait~ Been really busy~ D:

Sector V stared at Numbuh 1 in horror as he relayed the mission's events. Worry and Overwhelmed held each other tightly, sobbing into their hoodies. Guilt held his head in his hands, shaking and mumbling to himself. Sleepiness had never looked so awake, watching Numbuh 1 pace back in forth in anguish. Happiness, the most cheerful person in the room, couldn't bear to look at the bald leader, his face buried in his arms.

Everyone's faces varied from grief to curiosity to disgust as the story went on, right to its end.

"...so Numbuh 2 and I got out of there as quickly as possible. We came here right after."

Silence. Everyone stared at Nigel in utter awe. Kuki was clinging to Care, her face nestled in his hair. He patted her back, his throat tightening painfully as he fought the tears back.

The silence was ruptured as Happiness started to bawl, curled up in the couch. The crumpling of Happiness started a chain reaction as everyone else started to cry too, whether it was full out howls or silent tears.

"They even got Love!" Fear wailed.

"What if they never come back?" Curiosity cried.

"It should have been me instead!" Guilt sobbed.

Temper sprang to his feet, red in the face and tears streaming from his red eyes. "Well?! What're ya gonna do about it?! Jus' sit here and cry?! That cruddy jerk of a Father jus' kidnapped six of our friends and is keeping them captive! Well, I say, how dare he mess with us!"

"What can we do?" Excitement sniffed. "Father's got our strongest guys!"

"So we can't do anythin' because we're not strong? I'm strong! Hate's strong! Curiosity's strong! We can save our friends!" Temper seethed. "Father dared to kidnap Love of all people. Th' fella who cares about us and likes us, no matter what! Even Hate can't deny that Love was there for him!"

Hate shuffled uncomfortably, hastily wiping tears from his dark brown eyes. "Uh...Well, as much as I hate those guys...No one else here has th' guts to argue with me except for Love. So..." He shrugged.

"Well ya know what? I say that we go after that cruddy coward and teach him a lesson!"

The others looked at Temper in interest, murmuring slightly.

"Who's he to do this crud to us? What, does he think we're jus' gonna sit on our backsides and twiddle our thumbs till they get free? Like good kids? Is that what we're gonna do?!"

Sector V grumbled louder, a few sharp interjections of "No!" rippling through them.

"NO! We're gonna get our weapons, get in those cruddy flyin' contraptions, and beat th' CRUD out of that cruddy, no good, burnt-brained villain!"

They all leapt to their feet in excitement, hollering eagerly. Their sadness was replaced with anger and determination as they rushed to the exit. Before they could get there, however, Numbuh 1 zipped in front of the doorway, spreading his arms and legs out defensively. Everyone skidded to a halt, bumping into each other.

"We can't go yet!" Nigel yelled. "We have to wait."

Temper growled and shoved his face into Nigel's. "Why? Are ya chicken?"

"No, I'm using my head! We can't just rush up to the mansion with no plan, no strategy, and no organization. That's just setting us up for failure. Besides...Father will be expecting us to come right away. It's safe to wait a while."

Temper frowned. "How long is a while?"

Nigel adjusted his sunglasses. "A couple days. Give or take three."

"WHAT?! They could be half dead by then!" Temper spluttered.

"Would you rather we go now and have them completely dead?"

Temper opened his mouth to answer, but shut it again, his face switching between frustration and worry. He finally sighed, tears filling his eyes. "I jus' want them back."

Nigel patted him on the shoulder. "We all do. But it's not going to help if we just rush into things."

Temper nodded. "All right. Three days." He turned to the others. "Ya hear that?! We gotta wait three days! No arguin' with that! That's th' way it has to be!"

The others sighed solemnly, returning to their resting spots. It seemed like everyone has silently decided to go to bed, pulling blankets over themselves and kicking off shoes.

But no one got any sleep. The sound of crying was too loud.

Short and crappy, I know. I had to type this on my dad's laptop. I hope you at least somewhat enjoyed it~ This is mostly just a chapter to build on the following events. R&R please~! :3