(N): *Falls over* (K): "NORI! Noooo, only the good are suppose to die young!" (N): "Shut up, you jackrabbit, I'm not dead, I've grown faint from the lack of reviews we got on our last chapter!" (K): "Do you mean to tell me that you pretended to DIE just because you didn't get what you want?" (N): "Um…yeah." (K): "Hmh…we could totally use that…"

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Warren was pacing the floor of his kitchen, he was nervous and he was nervous he paced. Too bad Beth HATED pacing.

"Warren, just call her," she said for the millionth time.

"It's not that simple," Warren said back, he hadn't told his mother what had happened but she figured most of it out on her own.

"Warren, call her."

"I ca-" Warren was interrupted by the phone ringing; it was Elaine's cell phone.

"Answer it," Beth said, leaning over Warren's shoulder.

Warren sighed and reached for the phone.

"Hello," he answered, keeping his voice surprisingly steady.

"Hey," said a voice (not Elaine's voice).

"Nate?"

"Yup, I'm just calling to see why Elaine's walking on clouds."

"Oh…uh…" Warren wasn't exactly sure how to explain to the eight year old that he had almost kissed his big sister.

"Did you kiss her?"

"NATE!" Warren yelled, only be cause it seemed like something Elaine would have done if she had heard him.

"Funny, that's what Elaine said…."

"Nate, you're too young to be worrying about these things, why don't you just watch some cartoons?"

"YOU DID KISS HER!" Nate shouted, the denial had confirmed it. "Is she your girlfriend now?"

"Not exactly…" Warren said, giving up on trying to hide anything from the boy. "We didn't really kiss, just almost."

"Almost is good enough," Nate answered in his plotting voice. "Alright, you need a collared shirt and a tie."

"Why?"

"Because to night you're taking Elaine on a date." You could practically hear the evil smile on his mouth.

"Nate I can't just randomly take her on a date," Warren tried to explain. "We're friends; I don't want to mess everything up."

"You won't, I'm going to take care of everything. Just get dressed in something nice and be at my house by eight to night ok?"

"Na-" Nate hung up the phone.

"My first date with Elaine is being handled by an eight year old. God save me."

At the moment Elaine was very much in the same boat as Warren.

"Elaine, where's the black dress you wore to Aunt Cecilia's wedding?" Nate said as he tore through Elaine's closet.

"Why?" Elaine asked, dodging the shoes Nate was throwing.

"Be because you'll need it for tonight."

"Why? We're not going anywhere."

"You are," said Nate as he looked upon a pair of in particularly high heels.

"Where? With whom? Why"

"To a restaurant, with Warren, because you two are going on a date."

Elaine's face went into shock, she recovered quickly.

"Nathanial, what have I told you about meddling in other people's life?"

"Elaine, what have I told you about trusting me? I've got this."

"Thank you George Lopez," Elaine said rolling her eyes (A/N: we don't own George Lopez, just thought we'd let you know).

"Just have the dress on by eight ok?" Nate left before Elaine could argue.

Elaine sat down on her bed. She wanted to go, of course she did. That's the only reason Nate was going through all this trouble was because neither she nor Warren had any idea of how to ask some one out.

Elaine smiled and walked over to her (now messy) closet and pulled out a black dress. It was black with black lace details and ended just above her knee, she looked good in it and she knew it.

"Maybe this won't be too bad; after all I get to go on a date with Warren. And any date with him is better than none, even if it's arranged by an eight year old."

Nate smiled, proud of his handy work. He had been looking at picture of fancy French restaurants for almost an hour and he was pretty sure he had perfected it. The dining room had been transformed into one of the most romantic settings possible, candle light, white table cloths, the whole bit.

It was ten to eight and Elaine hadn't come out of her room since four when he told her that she was having a date with Warren, Nate was hoping that was a good sign.

There came a knock at the door (A/N: I have no idea why I wrote that like that). When Nate opened it he saw Warren (of course) in a black shirt and a red tie.

"You're early," Nate said, smiling.

"Better early than never," Warren said, looking to his watch.

"I think you messed that up," Nate said, peeking into the house. Elaine was still in her room. "Don't worry about it though, Elaine likes being early."

As Nate mentioned Elaine's name Warren's face froze.

"She, uh, knows about this whole deal right?"

"Yep, she's ready right now."

"Where are we going?"

"All questions will be answered." Nate said with a cheesy French accent. Warren was to busy convincing himself that he was NOT nervous to comment on the cheesiness. It was taking all the poor guy's will power not to pace the hall way. He settled for taping his foot, not as actively soothing as pacing but motion was motion. Nate shook his head at the poor wreck that was Warren Peace and went in to his room to put the finishing touches on the evening.

"Hey Nate, where is your uncle?" Warren had been expecting one of those 'touch my niece and I'll kill you.' type of talks. Not that he was complaining if he got to miss out on that experience, he just wanted to know if he should expect it or not.

"I arranged for him to be gone for the evening."

"Oh, um why?"

"You will see, now no more questions."

It was around this point that Elaine descended the stairs. Every cliché that Warren had ever scoffed at immediately came to his mind and at the same time his entire vocabulary deserted him. He knew he was staring, for the love of all that was holy he was looking her up and down, he also knew he couldn't stop. He could barley stop himself from panicking.

"Wow…um…Y-you…you…" He mentally smacked himself, "Well this is off to a fan-frigen-tastic start, she'll think I'm a pervert.

"Thanks you clean up pretty well your self." Elaine replied quietly. "Oh Lord, what was I thinking this is sooooo over my head! How can I get out of this with out looking like an idiot in front of him?"

Thankfully Nate, dressed in a mini-tuxedo clomped in to the front hall. It was like he had spider senses and knew his victims, or rather; guests were on the verge of bolting.

Both Elaine and Warren started to question the little devious creature, but he beat them to it with "This way please" and turning quickly back in to the room from whence he came. The two teenagers shrugged and followed him in to the dinning room, and were amazed. The room looked like a five star restaurant (courtesy of Nate's illusionary powers) the boy turned and motioned them to the table.

"Tonight we are serving the finest of Italian cuisine."

"Sooo, Pizza Hut?"

"No need to be sarcastic Elaine, this did require a bit of work so you guys could be a little appreciative." Nate shot back, obviously miffed. Before Warren or Elaine could apologize he was off like a fish (and we do mean fish) to the kitchen.

Once inside Nate went to the back door and opened it. And low and behold on the back porch was none other than Zach-the-glow-stick. Or as of this moment Zach the pizza delivery guy.

"Hey little dude," Zach said in a stage whisper. "Here's the food. How's it going?"

"Hey big dude! They are trying not to seem nervous and failing miserably." He said with a smirk. "Tell the supreme over lords that all is going according to the plan." (A/N: Anyone want to guess who the supreme over lords are? If you said Layla and Magenta, you be right!)

"Ten four little dude, pizza guy is out." Zach snuck back to his car and took off. Nate dished the pan pasta from, yes, Pizza Hut onto some nice plates and walked the food out in to the dinning room. Elaine and Warren were sitting at the table making an attempt at conversation. Both gratefully stopped when Nate brought the food in.

"Bon apatite." He said with as he put their food in front of them with a flourish, and turned to leave.

"Wait, aren't you eating with us?" The panic was back and strong as ever.

"Um… No 'cause it's not my date. I know you guys don't do this often, but a date usually has a two person limit."

"Yeah but this date is in our dining room," Elaine pointed out.

"Rules are rules, I don't make 'em, I just enforce 'em."

Nate has left the dining room ladies and gentlemen! (A/N: yeah, we had to do that)

Warren and Elaine stared at each other.

"So… how you been?"

"Fine."

"For the love of Pete don't get all awkward now!" Nate shouted from the kitchen.

"What happened to the two person limit?" Elaine shouted back.

Nate poked his head in and glared. "You aren't making it easy."

"So," Warren interrupted before the banter became a full fledged argument. "How bought the Phillies this season?"

Elaine looked at him and did something totally out of character. Laugh, almost giggled. It was quiet but it was a laugh all the same.

Warren smiled and wondered how many more times he could get her to laugh like that.

From that point forwards the date went very well. They talked about things they liked as they ate their pasta and when they had finished dinner and the desert, that Elaine was very curious about how Nate managed to get, they decided to go on a walk.

They walked several blocks, in their semi-formal ware and did what they had been doing for the entire evening, enjoy each others company.

Warren was listening to Elaine tell about how Nate's powers started to immerge by him making his imaginary friend come to life, when he saw a gray non-descript sedan driving slowly across from them. Not some thing he would worry about usually but he realized he had seen this car three times in the last half-an-hour. Once is normal, twice is a coincident, but three times is a pattern.

"Warren?" Elaine immediately caught the suspicious vibe coming from Warren and left off the story telling. Warren suddenly put his arm around Elaine's shoulder and bent to whisper in her ear. To any observer they were a young couple in love, oblivious to the rest of the world. In reality however…

"We are being followed, by that grey sedan that's about to go around the corner." He said quietly into her ear.

"That road reconnects to this one in two blocks," Elaine whispered back.

"We need somewhere to duck into, preferably somewhere with security guards."

"Its almost ten o'clock, banks and jewelry stores are all closed, and the police station is on the other side of town. Beyond that this is a residential area for the most part."

Warren thought for a minuet.

"Ok lets take the fastest way back to your house and hope for the best," They started to walk faster.

They made it almost half-way when they saw head lights. They kept walking; the lights came closer, closer, and closer. Elaine felt Warrens arm tighten around her, she felt slightly more safe.

"Almost there, almost there, almost there." Warren kept repeating in his head. He did not want his date interrupted by being kidnapped.

Suddenly the gray sedan screeched in front of then, barely giving Warren enough time to pull Elaine out of the way.

"What the hell is your problem?" Warren yelled as the driver stepped out of the car.

"Mr. Peace," said a cold, even voice that Elaine had not forgotten.

"Agent Mason," Elaine said, it was more a statement than anything else.

"I would like you both to come with me right now," Agent Luke Mason said, opening his car's rear door.

"I don't think so," Warren said, defensively pulling Elaine further from the F.H.P.A.P. agent.

"I'm afraid you have to," Mason said, now looking dead at the couple. "Nate misses his older sister."

(K): "Duh duh DUUUUH!" (N): "Yes yes, drama!" (K): "Sorry it's taking us forever to up date, but life's crazy right now. We'll update again as soon as possible, we don't want people to think we're not writing anymore."

Bravo Yankee Echo, Katrinka and Nori

PS: we're thinking about doing a spin off one-shot once we finish this, it would be about Nate. Tell us what you think in your review!"