Here again! Its rainy+no school+nothing on TV=bored me. So, to my reviewers...

DarkXRachel- Told ya! Butch=total player.

Laurie43- Amazing how close relatives are so different. I almost didn't recognize him once I gave Butch a personality.

sstoons3425- I don't wanna put in too much 23x35 because their kid isn't in Sector V, but everyone deserves a moment.

On a side note, I decided to fast-forward this story a little bit because I think it was moving along too slow. So what's going on now is that Numbuh 362 sent the future Sector V to live with their parents until she could figure out what to do with them. So everyone except Rae is living at Sector V's tree house. She's switching back and forth between the Arctic Base and the Moonbase.

On with the story!

Year 2010

Nigel's POV

So, living in a tree house with twelve kids wasn't as bad as I had originally thought. The future Sector V stayed out of the way when they were told, and offered help when they thought that we needed it. Though I have to say that its kind of awkward too. I can hardly go anywhere without bumping into Lara. The first few times I did, she looked so much like Rachel that I saluted her. She laughed. Usually I don't like people to laugh when I screw up, but I couldn't bring myself to get mad at her.

Anyway, after they had been ordered to live with us, its like we don't have any missions anymore. We had like two, counting when the Toilenator tried a one-man attack on the tree house. That took about two seconds.

After that, we entertained ourselves by getting to know each other. It might sound stupid, but talking about our adventures did get rid of the awkwardness between us. There were huge differences between us and the future kids, but we did find common ground. It was weird to talk to our kids that are the same age as us, but it seemed to work. It took a while, but we had gotten used to each other, though I have to say that they're really weird. They prefer to be called by their first name rather than their Numbuh, and they have the craziest conversations. Just yesterday I walked into Hannah and Sally talking about how much they hate the letter Q. Talk about random.

Andy and Numbuh 5 were usually talking about medical stuff very quietly. From what I saw, Numbuh 5 did a lot of the talking. Andy didn't seem like he said much, and I haven't heard him say more that three words at a time.

Kyra and Numbuh 2 had a lot in common. Both of them were inventors and pilots. They exchanged stories that mostly included bad puns that made me groan inwardly, but them to laugh hysterically.

Butch and Numbuh 4 didn't have very much in common. Other than the fact that neither of them were very smart, but in different ways. Numbuh 4 just wasn't very book smart, Butch just seemed to act like an idiot on purpose.

Hannah, Sally, and Numbuh 3 connected by talking about Rainbow Monkeys. But its either my imagination, or Sally kept glancing longingly towards Butch and Numbuh 4's conversation, waiting to be dismissed from the girlie bond that her mom and sister had been sharing.

I haven't seen or heard from Rae since Numbuh 362 called Numbuh 60 and 86 back to inform them of her orders. As far as I know, they hadn't argued, but they avoided each other at all costs.

I'm both relieved and a little disappointed on how little Chris and I say to each other. He was so quiet, yet clumsy. I haven't seen him walk from one room to another without tripping over something.

Lara and I, on the other hand, have a lot to talk about. We tell each other about our experiences from being leaders. I tell her about the missions I've been on, all the villains I've faced, and everything that my team and have been through. She seemed to have heard about a lot of those missions. She said that the Moonbase keeps files on all the missions that every sector has ever been on. But she listened to every word, wanting an account from someone who experienced those missions first-hand.

She also told me about her world. Big events, how the Kids Next Door was being run, missions, everything except the embarrassing topic of home. I'm thankful for that. I listened to her exciting stories of the missions that she and her team had been on, the villains they had faced that I've never heard of before, the technology that was slowly progressing for their weapons, and about her fellow operatives. I had to smile every time she mentioned a familiar name, thinking of all the kids that were going to be together, having kids of their own that would follow in their parents' footsteps.

Something other than her stories had been resting at the back of my mind, waiting to be asked. At first I had just ignored it and continued to either listen or tell stories, but I couldn't hold it in anymore. "Lara," I started slowly.

"Hmm?" She looked at me with that semi-familiar face.

"I was just thinking," I started twiddling my thumbs, something I never do. "I was just thinking about those teen operatives, you know, the ones that weren't decommissioned because they became spies for the Kids Next Door?"

She nodded slowly.

"Don't they remember the Kids Next Door once they become adults?"

She sighed. "You're wondering about yourself, aren't you?"

It was another thing that came out of exchanging stories, sometimes we could just understand what the other was trying to say. There was no point denying it to her. I nodded.

She sighed again as she pushed her hair back, something she did when she was aggravated. "'Do you remember the Kids Next Door once you're an adult?' That's a tough one. I guess, it depends on the person."

"What do you mean?"

"How do I put this? Well, I guess I should start at a 13th birthday. The kid gets decommissioned, and doesn't remember any of their adventures. Unless, of course, they were chosen to become a teen operative, and they remember everything. I think- and I don't know for a fact -that once that operative is a teen operative, they forget all by themselves."

"Wait, what?"

"I don't mean forget instantly. I mean, that once that operative gets older, other things just get more important than the Kids Next Door."

"Say again."

"I know, its weird. But I stayed up in the middle of the night thinking about the same thing. But after you think about it, it does make sense- in a twisted way. When a kid becomes a teenager, they don't care about the same old things that they always have. New things pop up, they lose interest in the old things. And before you know it, they forgot."

"If you think for one second-"

"Just picture this for a second. You're thirteen, you don't hang out in tree houses anymore. All everyone around you wants is to find a boyfriend or a girlfriend. Its basic, you want one too. That gets more important than the Kids Next Door. After that, everyone gets a driver's license and a car. You want one too. That gets more important than the Kids Next Door. After high school, everyone's going to college. You're going too. That gets more important than the Kids Next Door. After that, everyone's getting a job. You need one too. That gets more important than the Kids Next Door. Everyone's getting married. You are too. That gets more important than the Kids Next Door. Everyone's having kids. So are you. That gets more important than the Kids Next Door. Life goes on, and you forget."

"Then how come there's a lot of adults out there that remember?!"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "I guess they never let go and moved on."

I opened my mouth to respond, but at that very moment, the alarm sounded, and the rest of the sector, both present and future, came flooding in.

The monitor beeped to life and Numbuh 86's face filled it, looking worried. "Sector V! Emergency! Report to the Moonbase now!"

"What's going on?" I asked urgently, switching to leader mode. "What happened?"

For once she didn't yell, but looked at me with sad eyes. "Its Numbuh 362. She's gone."

Ooh! The dreaded cliffhanger! It took me several hundred times to come up with the right words. Please review! Later!