A/N:

LOL! Nice reveiws you guys left there! XD A few reveiwers suggested a specific scene including an irritated commando and a swivel/ spinny chair... Guess what I did... ;D

But really guys, I wanna thank you all for being faithful and reading my story. I had no idea that I was going to get such recognition (6 reveiws on the first chapter :D) in such little time (10 chapters and I'm about to hit a 100 reveiws). I'm thrilled that you guys are into this, and it gets me thinking, should I make a sequal?

Oh! And thanks for the lollipop CrazyFlyer ;D ( )- {I will cherish it always...}

P.S: Thanks to Hipturtle for helping me come up with the fluffy Father/ Son scene! Thanks sis!

P.S.S: Thank you Colonel Arbuckle for letting me use the Cadence scene even though I didn't exactly use it (It would've made the chapter too long). But its the thought that counts!

Px3 s': This chapter was supposed to go up wayy earlier in the month (I literally lost track on what day it is today.. yikes) but I had a couple of Insomnia Flashes (Or so I call them...) and I can't sleep. AT ALL. Basically I accidentally fell asleep in the middle of the day so my sleeping hrs are out of wack (So I am now half bat o.o) and IM TIRED T_T. Plus, I've got school this Wensday (New School Year) and I usually rush myself on the weekends to type for you guys (Which is a good thing).

Chapter 10: Fluff, Flirting, and Cops

*** At the HQ, 10:15 PM ***

The front door innocently creaked as Kowalski pushed it open, biting his now bright red bottom lip in frustration as he took his first gentle steps into the silent house. The floorboards beneath his feet rasped against the soles of his shoes, causing him to wince. Each cautious stride the genuis took seemed to create even noisier squeaks, and without noticing, he'd begun tiptoeing towards the kitchen's tiled island.

"What exactly to you have to say for yourself soldier?" A familiar low, gruff voice bellowed from the nearby living room. Kowalski's terrified shout turned into a girly shreik as he spun around on his heals, his heart beat's loud thumping ringing in his ears. But, he'd turned around only to find an almost pitch black room, the pale moonlight contrasting against the dark shadows that had been casted over the room.

Kowalski stiffened as he searched for a light switch, wanting only to face his furious leader. His nimble fingers scurried across the hollow walls in an attempt to light up the room to a specific extent, atleast enough to see. The scientist let a vague smile decorate his lips when the bright lights began to flicker, illuminating the surrounding area. He then faced the living room's main area, only to see a lone two armed chair."Skipper...? What are you doing here?"

The enraged detective dramtically spun the chair around, a disappointed frown and an angry glare plastered over his facial features. Jiggles was sprawled across his lap, taken over by drowsiness and now in a delicate state, a blissful expression spilling over the dog's rugged features while being tenderly caressed.

"I should be asking you the same question, or rather why weren't you here earlier," Skipper informed as calmly as he possibly could at the moment while petting the dog. Kowalski didn't answer out of surprise and just stood there, watching as his leader lifted the pitbull pup off of his lap and got out of the chair, setting the dog back down after him.

Kowalski's jaw tensed,"I needed to buy chlorofome for a new invention involving bird... genes and... Uhh..." The genuis' pale topaz eyes followed the slightly stocky man as he walked closer, now glaring daggers. Kowalski beckoned backwards, surprised and slightly intimidated

Skipper growled,"I gave you specific orders to watch Private for the afternoon, and look what happened!" The lead detective motioned towards a small form laying on a long, velvety smooth couch. Private gently snored as his arms dangled off the edge of the sofa, yellow and red plastic winkie wrappers littered the floor and random parts of the leather sofa."And all because you wanted to see this, this girl!"

Kowalski opened his mouth to defend himself, but stopped to repeatedly rewind the sentence in his mind while Skipper ranted about how he'd neglected the raven haired boy."Do you know the dangers of eating this much sugar?! Diabetes, Kowalski, Diabetes! Oh and don't get me started on cavities!" The commando flung his muscled rms into the air, exaggerating how bad the actual situation was.

"Wait! How did you know I was with Doris?" The genuis raised a brow, stopping the fuming leader in the middle of his speech. Skipper was, for the first in years, dumbstruck. His jaw congealed as he soundlessly watched as his very intelligant luitenant walk towards the kitchen counter, picking up a ticket like peice of paper."You went to the movies?!"

"I'd made a bet with Marlene- This isn't about me!" Skipper barked and harshly jabbed the other's tough chest, though his dark gaze softened.

Kowalski's brows knit,"Your a hypocrite! You went on a date with her! And she has a boyfriend!" Skipper scoffed angirly and opened his mouth to reply, but hesitated. Kowalski was right, what he did was wrong and he knew it. Yet, he still wouldn't admit it to another, it was already tough admitting it to himself.

"... Better get to bed Kowalski, tomorrow we start training early in the A.M as punishmeant." Kowalski sighed and lamely saluted before trudging up the stairs. Skipper groaned and picked up the private, carrying him over his shoulder as he too walked up the stairs.

*** HQ 12:00 AM ***

Private whimpered in his once peaceful slumber, rolling around on the bed's silky plaid blue sheets. His tiny hands balled into fists as he began kicking his legs out, accidently kicking the dog off of the bed with a shrill yelp. The detective in training forcefully opened his eyes and sat up, breathlessly panting as he let his face be envoloped by his sweaty hands.

His bright blue eyes now a pale, glassy topaz. His face and chubby cheeks were now a sickly shade of pale as he shook out of fear, setting his forhead upon one of his knees as he stared down at the dog. Jiggles got up and shook his body before whimpering, too sleepy to jump back onto the bed. He walked in circles and jumped onto his forelegs, wanting to be carried."J-Jiggles?" Private swung his legs over the edge of his wooden bed and kneeled down, gingerly picking the pitbull up with his clammy hands and bringing it closer to his quivering body.

The puppy wagged it's stubby tail and began playfully trying to lick the youngest of his group of owners' nose, wanting to play, or so the teen thought. Private let a small smile ornament his chapped lips, he rubbed his cheek and wiped away some sort of brown substance. Jiggles happily yipped and nibbled on one of Private's fingers while the boy wiped away the gunk.

Private slowly carefully made his way out of his dark room and into the noiseless hallway, cradling the dog in one arm much like how you would with a young child. Jiggles somehow sensed that the boy was trying to be quiet and suddenly became as mute as Rico, that or he'd fallen asleep in his arms out of pure drowsiness.

The raven haired boy pushed open the pale wooden door that led to his commanding officer's sleeping chamber, trying not to make a sound. Once he was inside, he made his way towards the far end of the bed, the side that was currently not being taken up by the large silhouhette. Private forced down the large lump that had formed itself in his dry throat as he prayed that his leader would let go of any pride he had at the current moment and would just comfort the him.

He pulled up the covers and crawled inside, happily hugging dog as if it were safety blanket. He grinned and curled up into a small ball."Private...?" Skipper asked in a husky tone, flipping over to turn on a local ivory lamp that had been set on his nightstand. Private's little heart stopped as he shrunk and covered his head with the thick blankets, lamely trying to sheild himself from his father figure's predicted wrath.

Jiggles just had to wake up and pounce onto the leader's toned stomach. He just had to.

Before Skipper could ask why the private had snuck into his room, the boy flung himself at the leader and clung to his white muscle shirt, burrying his flushed face into his collar bone. Skipper froze out of complete shock as he held his breath,"What exactly are you doing in here?!" He hissed in a whisper.

"I had a fright and I don't want to go to sleep by myself!"

"What about the dog?"

"I kicked him off the bed so he probably doesn't want to sleep with me anymore! Please!"

"Can't you just lock it in the room with you?"

"Skippah!"

Through the dim lighting, Skipper noticed that the boy's lip was violently trembling, and so was most of his body. He sighed and pulled on the chained light switch,"Fine, but stay on your side of bed. Private nodded thankfully rushed to his side of the bed, fluffing the pillow before laying his fragile little head on it.

But after about 15 minutes of just pure silence, Private had decided that he wasn't going to follow the strict rules and that he was going to go by his own. He rolled over to were his commanding officer was sleeping and laid down right beside him, now content. Skipper whinged, feeling the new warmth the smaller body next to him created.

"G'night," The raven haired boy yawned before resting his head on the pillow once again. He unknowingly ended up whispering another phrase as well. "G'night, dad..." Skipper hadn't braced himself for such a thanks (I mean come on, he only let the boy sleep on the other side of the bed), but surprisingly, he didn't mind. Plus, he'd rather get some sleep than to start a conversation in the middle of the night. So, he calmly dismissed it.

"Good night, young Private..."

*** HQ, 5 AM ***

"Up and at 'em Kowalski!" Skipper shouted through a red and white patterned megaphone, which was conveiantly stationed right next to the strategist's ear. Kowalski awoke with a jump and nearly fell out of his bed in astonishment. Jiggles jumped ontop of the bed and began impishly tugging at the scientist's jet black stringy locks, triggering him to hide underneath the multiple sheets.

"Hot fudge, man! I told you that there was going to be a punishmeant and this is it! Rico and Private are waiting downstairs for you to suited up and into your training gear! Hurry it up!"

Kowalski groaned and decided to pull himself together, as he didn't want to have to wake up earlier tomorrow. Skipper smirked and good-naturedly slapped a gloved hand over the lower ranking officer's back in a patting motion as Kowalski haunched over to grab his black belt. The luitenant's lungs rattled as he wheezed, glaring at his old friend as he waltzed out of the room before flopping back onto his bed's multi colored silk spreading out of complete and utter annoyance.

*** Neighborhood, 5 AM ***

"You men ready for some good ole' fashioned PT?" Skipper shouted, the others sent him thwarted frowns. He shook his head in dis-satisfaction."Boys, it takes 42 muscles to frown, 28 to smile, and 4 just to slap someone upside the head. Do you get my message?"

Private looked up at Skipper with a petrified look in his eyes as he gently stroked his often swollen cheek and gulped,"I think I wanna excercise some of those muscles... The smile in particular..."

"Loud and clear, sir," Kowalski lazily saluted and balled his hands into fists in order to rub the light layer of crust that had formed above the his baggy eyes, trying to wake himself up. Rico, instead of speaking, gave a simple but very thumbs up.

"Good, now, you guys know the drill. 10 mile run and we don't stop until we're done," Skipper ordered, they all obediantly replied with a quick 'Aye, Aye' and began jogging down the street, their commanding officer leading the group as always. The icy morning winds sliced at their cheeks as mist and sweat began forming along with a thick fog. To some, it was all cooling, to others, it just added to their already large stack of growing complaints.

After the first few runs around the block, Skipper looked back in order to check on his teammates. He frigidly glared at them as they had already begun to pant like dogs."Aw come on! It wasn't even a quarter of a mile and you pansies are already tired!" Rico grumbled and stubbornly glared daggers at the dark asphault covered streets. "Feh!"

"What was that Rico?"

"Nuting..." The mute mummbled, looking away in an effort to escape the deepening glower. A few noiseless minutes went by, nothing but the light whistling of the frosty breeze and the gentle taps their combat boots would enter their ears. Private's baby blue eyes lit up and flickered as he came up with a conversation topic,"Skippah, whats a cadence?"

Kowalski looked over to his left and noticed that a certain blonde was locking up her house, most likely getting ready to go to work. RIco noticed that his fellow team member was ogling the female and decided to 'interfere' with a low whistle. Kowalski's blood ran cold as the sharp sound hit his ear canals. He looked back over at Doris and she blushed, blowing him a quick kiss. A goofy grin quickly spread across his face as held his index finger and pinky up to his ear, signaling her to call him later on. She noddded and waved before getting into her car.

"'Walski goht game."

The strategist turned beat red.

*** Later on that day with Private... ***

The sun lazily sent down blazing golden rays, warming the pavement to an almost boiling temperature, causing Manhatten's civilians to practically wince as they jogged onto the grass instead of continuing their steady stride on the side walk. It was around 12 in the afternoon and the trio of friends (Keiko, Private, and Emily) had gotten out of school early. Instead of going home, they had decided to walk around the city's wide variety of stores and shops with individual cones of multi flavored shaved ice in the palms of their hands.

Emily lowered her red hoodie and wiped away a bead of sweat that had been caught by her brow, sighing as the heat began taking a toll on her slim but heavily smothered figured, fatigue being the most recent symptom. "Hot..." She mummbled, her small voice still intact despite how tired she currently was.

Keiko smirked, shoving her yellow hollister hoodie into her brightly coloured backpack as she walked with a small bounce in her already amusing stride. She waas still wearing her jet black V- neck, but had kept her PE shorts on, which gladly helped with the heat. The nuisance playfully hit Emily's shoulder with the back of her hand as gently as she could to get her attention and delicately placed her white sunglasses over her eyes,"I know I am."

Private giggled as he tugged at his snug white T-shirt's collar, ventilating the air around him by sending gentle puffs towards his face. Emily's brows puckered as she replied in a joking manor,"Conceded..."

"Self loving is a better way to describe it," The detective in training intervened, looking over at the shortest of the group for a sign of approval. Keiko grinned wildly as she ruffled his slightly matted black locks, earning chuckles while wrapping one arm around his neck and the other arond Emily's, pulling them closer to her.

She smirked but it soon disappeared. "Wish we could all hang out together more often," She groaned, complaining about something other than the amazing heat. Emily gingerly nodded, biting her lip as she bent down to her friends' height, lifting a spoon

"Mhm..."

"That and I wish you were taller," Private mused, earning another well deserved noogie. He laughed and began trying to swat her away. Emily snickered as she watched the two rough house with one another. Private pulled backwards and escaped from the hold, but then came into contact with a solid punch right to the shoulder. He winced,"Did I do something wrong Keiko-"

"Were'nt you a bit too touchy with Anna there?" Daniel Ross laughed, walking ahead of the small group of friends. Emily crossed her arms over her chest and glared at the bully, who was laughing with a group of his friends.

"You twat!" Private hissed, running towards the loud group of male students. A few of them looked back at the private and began making noises, hollering like a bunch of monkeys. Ross chuckled and turned around, walking backwards and watching as Private prettty much stomped every time his sneakers hit the cement.

While Private sprinted towards his bully and the posse following him, he noticed that they all had crinkled orange bandannas wrapped around their arms, the word 'Outbacks' in eye poppingly bold lettering was neatly printed on the ragged peice of cloth. He slowed down when he heard a truck come to a loud, screeching stop.

Archey looked out the window and tipped his police cap at the ,"Problem kid?" Private stood silent, slowly making his way towards the shiny, air conditioned truck. Daniel's eyes widened as he motioned for his comrades to hurry the heck up. Archey mouthed a few silent words and the miscriants ran off.

While the probably off duty officer dealt with Ross and his crew, Private secretly looked inside of the truck for anything out of the ordinary, trying to figure out if Archey was in fact finished with his police work and patroling for the day. A steel thermus, a leather jacket, a wallet, wrappers of delicious pastries... Then, the youth's big baby blue eyes settled on the passenger's dash board, staring at a brightly colored strip of cloth which hung out of the small storaging campartment. An orange peice of fabric, if you wanted to get into detail.

"'Ey! 'Eyyy! Lewis! Kid!"

Archey had been calling out his for quite some time now and the boy hadn't even noticed, due to the many little cogs in his head that had been spinning. Words stumbled out of the raven haired boy's mouth in little phrases,"Oh 'ello... Call me Private, by the way... and, um, what?"

"I said, do you's want a ride home? Its pretty hot out here," Archey muttered in a rather snail like pace, his hand slamming something shut while still keeping his eyes on the british boy. Private shook his head in a 'no' fashion and looked back at the two females who were still trying to catch up.

"I'm walking home, but thank you for the offer."

"No problems! When eva' ya need a ride, just call me up. And try not to get into any trouble."

"Will do, sir," Private mummbled, smoothing his hair back into place. He eyes danced around the inside of the truck one last time, trying to find any sign of the once obvious peice of clothing.

*** At the HQ ***

Private and Keiko entered the HQ, only to find an over excited, red in the face Kowalski dancing and spinning around the room. He continued to chant the same words over and over again while trying to pop and lock as if he were trying to complete some sort of traditional Polish song and dance routine.

"I HAVE A DATE!"

Everyone gawked out of pure shock.

A/N:

*Wow I made this long. And again, sorry for not updating!

**AND! Who else can see Kowalski trying to Pop and Lock? Im just weird like that... o,o'

!Bakery Time!

For those who read Confessions Book 2: Villians Unite, thankies! you've earned...

A SHISH CABOB! (Im absolutely I spelled that wrong bt here ya go!)

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Okay, I know what your all thinking. "DAFUQ IS DAT?!" *Table flip* \(._.'\)

But I couldnt think of anything better XD. Sorry!

P.S: I'll update soon