A/N: And now let us switch from 3/4 to... well you'll find out. THank you to:

killing u with umbrellas: Glad to hear it.

KNDFANGIRL: Yeah... to tell you the truth the whole flashback idea wasn't in the original plan until you all suggested it. It was kind of a last minute add in, but I'm glad it was met with approval.

Randomnessgirl1: No, I really don't think he did know about his brother, only because there is about seven years between them. By the time Joey first would be allowed in the KND( which is about six years old), Wally would already be sixteen and stuff. Yes he has heard about sector V, but nothing specific. As for the missing kids... we'll get to them eventually. :3

SecretKeeper96: Maybe... maybe not... **shifts eyes**

CallMeSweetie: Thanks. Mushi knows about Kuki because she was five when Kuki was ten so there is memory. As for Joey, he was about 1 and probably doesn't know. Hope that clears it up.

yougotburned: Oh, thank you!

Rachpop15: Thicken my pot of plot! Muahahaha! **Ahem** Thank you for your review.

madier1095: Yeah... you and Hoagie may be the only ones to like it... hehe...

cartoonlover03: Thanks

schmin101: Ah Happy fangirl moment... it's like a better version of a sugar high... Thank you.

little kitten 97: Here you go!

Codename Kids Next Door

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Chapter 36
Stakeout

The sun set on another quiet evening. Kids came in for curfew, and teenagers and adults started going out to begin their night lives. Everything was normal when suddenly a small but incredibly fast ship flew up over the trees and then back in the cover of pines.

[[Kids Next Door P.A.P.E.R.J.E.T. Prepared Aerodynamic Plane Envoys Readily Jumping Espionage Teenagers.]]

The P.A.P.E.R.J.E.T. curved through the woods, expertly. "Since when did we stop building these things with Yipper comics?" asked Numbuh 5 looking at the wall.

"I don't know. I didn't think there was a shortage of comics—" Numbuh 362 was cut off as she had to weave through trees.

"You sure you know how to drive this thing?"

"Of course," said Numbuh 362, dodging another branch and swooping under a fallen trunk. Numbuh 5 was thrown back into her seat.

"Girl—" Her phone started to ring a cool beat. The neatly mechanical print of her Caller ID labeled the call as Hoagie. "Hey Hoagie," she answered.

"Uh, hi Abby. Can I talk to you?"

"Um—"

"We're here Numbuh 5," said 362, lowering the ship in a perpendicular descent.

"Ok. Hey Hoagie… uh this really isn't a good time. Can I call you back later?"

"S-sure… yeah… that's cool," he said before hanging up. Abby closed her phone and fixed her hat.

"Alright, let's go."

The two had to climb up a tree near the bedroom window to get inside without being noticed. Abby looked down from the limb and automatically wished she hadn't. With the crazy ride and taller than average tree heights, her stomach was doing summersaults. What are we doing here? she asked herself, remembering to earlier that day.

Flashback!

"We have a lead," said Numbuh 362, bursting into the room. Numbuh 5 turned in her chair, expectantly confused.

"Lead to what?" she asked.

"The disappearing operatives' case. It's a bit far-fetched and the evidence is only circumstantial but—it is a lead."

Abby rolled her chair over to the table by the wall. "What do you got?" Rachel laid out a file reading #101.

"Dillon Lark, Operative Numbuh 101. He went missing right before his decommissioning."

"He wasn't caught?"

"No. He seemed to just disappear off the face of the earth. Then again, he was the Head of Decommissioning," Rachel explained.

"So he could've erased his age and birthday," said Abby.

"Yeah. Problem is… the operatives sent to track him down found evidence that he was kidnapped."

"Kidnapped?"

"His room was a mess when some operatives went to investigate. I mean like a fight mess with blast marks on the wall."

"So why is this a lead?"

"Numbuh 101 disappeared last summer. A few weeks later and another operative disappeared and then another a few days later. I think he may be the first missing operative."

"So if we look for where he was last seen, it might lead us—"

"—to where the operatives are being kept and maybe who is actually taking them."

Abby leaned back and sighed. "Well, you're right. It is a long shot."

"But it's worth taking a look."

End Flashback

"Crap, wrong window," Numbuh 362 hissed. Instead of a window to Numbuh 101's room, it led to the hallway. While sneaking through the hallway they past the parents' room, they heard his parents talking about how they missed their son and hoped he was having a fun time studying abroad.

"A kid studying abroad? Who could possibly believe that bologna?" Numbuh 5 whispered.

"Ssh. Let's just get in and out."

Numbuh 101's room had been cleaned up by his parents. They entered his room and found it almost spotless. "Man, how are we going ta find anything. His parents probably got rid of any evidence left," Numbuh 5 complained while searching his shirt drawer.

"We still need to check. Maybe the kidnappers left something."

"Months ago," Numbuh 5 reminded, but continued to look.

"I said this was a long shot," said Numbuh 362 while rummaging through the desk. "Check out the window and see if there's a way we can get out of here."

Numbuh 5 nodded and obeyed, opening the window and seeing the P.A.P.E.R.J.E.T. peeking out of from the corner of the house.

"We're close to the P.A.P.E.R.J.E.T," Numbuh 5 said and walked away from the window to the closet. Numbuh 362 was still going through the desk. All she found were Yipper comics. "This guy's a worse fan of Yipper than Numbuh 46."

"It seems that each Decomission's Officer has had their own share of obsessions," Numbuh 5 commented, tossing a sock. She smirked, remembering what Numbuh 4 had told her and the guys about Numbuh 86's birthday party and how she was even more obsessed with Rainbow Monkeys than Numbuh 3.

"Nothing's here," Numbuh 362 groaned frustratingly. This mission had gotten old weeks ago to the point where it was just tedious. Yet no matter what they did, there were no leads and more missing operatives every week.

Numbuh 5's phone rang again, the glowing blue lettering signaling that it was Hoagie again. Abby sighed and ignored it at first, but the phone continued to ring.

"Oh just answer it," Numbuh 362 snapped impatiently. Numbuh 5 rolled her eyes under her hat and answered the phone.

"Hello Hoagie."

"Hey Abby. Look I really need to ask you something."

"Is it that important?" asked Abby, pressing the phone between her ear and shoulder and continuing to search.

"Yes, it is. And I need to tell you now before I stop being brave enough to ask."

"Look Hoagie, I'm kinda busy right now, but I'll talk to you later tonight or even tomor—"

"WILL YOU GO TO PROM WITH ME?"

The question was so loud that even Numbuh 362 could hear it. She stared at Numbuh 5, patiently waiting for something to happen to take away the mundane atmosphere of the mission. Numbuh 5 on the other hand was caught off guard.

"W-what?"

"Will. You. Go. To. Prom. With. Me?"

"H-hoagie…"

"What's she sayin, mate?" an incredibly familiar Australian accent made it through the phone.

"Is Wally with you?" Numbuh 5 asked out loud, automatically wishing she had been silent. A door could be heard closing down the hall and footsteps approached, each getting louder and louder.

"Aw, snap," she hissed and started hastily cleaning up the mess she made in her search. Numbuh 362 was doing the same.

"Look Hoagie, can I call you back. I kinda need to get off the phone—"

"Will you go to prom with me?" he asked again, but his voice gave away that he was quickly losing his nerve. Stubborn, stubborn boy.

"Yes."

"Oh ok, wait what?"

"Hang up the phone," Numbuh 362 hissed.

"Yes," she said again and then hung up the phone, diving into the close after Numbuh 362 and closing the door just as the bedroom door opened.

"Hmm, I swore I heard something—" it was a female voice so it must have been Numbuh 101's mom. "Oh, the window's open."

Numbuh 5 froze. I left the window open! What are you girl, an amateur? That's the stupidest mistake—

"Must've just been the wind," the mom rationalized.

The two teens could hear her walk across the room to the window. Numbuh 5 held her breath as she passed the closet. The window could be heard sliding against its frames and then banging shut. A few more footsteps and then the door creaked and clicked shut.

Numbuh 362 let go of the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "That was close," she whispered.

"Yeah," answered Numbuh 5 who opened the door and walked out. "Man, that boy's got some ripe clothes in this closet," she complained and flopped on the bed.

"Yeah, but it was a good thing we were in there," said Numbuh 362.

"What're you talking about?"

"I found something." Numbuh 362 turned around and held out a purple bra. "Now why would a boy have a bra in his closet?"

"Battle Ready Armor," Numbuh 5 shook her head. "So what do we do now?"

"We need to find you sister. Her running has gone on long enough."

Numbuh 5 nodded and hopped off the bed. "Alright. Now let's get out of this room, it smells like old tacos."

"Sure." The two girls opened the window again, this time making sure they closed it on their way out, and got back in the P.A.P.E.R.J.E.T. When they were well away, Rachel smirked.

"So… going to the prom with Hoagie Gilligan huh?"

"What?" Abby asked.

"He asked you to the prom. Well, shouted it rather. You excited?"

Abby was remembering the conversation in the bedroom and inwardly groaned. He caught me at such a time I wasn't thinking. Prom… with Hoagie… and his lame jokes… child-like attitude… cute hair… Oh girl, you got it bad!

"Yeah, I guess I am," she smiled.