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Operation: HOAGIE
Hoagie's
Obvious
Attraction
Generally
Irritates
Everyone
Chapter Three: CATCH-THIS
Cree
Attempts
To
Coerce
Hoagie
-
Two
Happy
Irreconcilable
Sisters
As the clock in his planning room ticked slowly forward, Numbuh Two got more and more nervous. He had checked every bolt, tack, and nail in this new ship a thousand times today, but still he tightened the nut holding the rear right wing once more. He didn't want anything to go wrong tonight, He knew that both he and Cree were taking risks, going out on a date like this, and he wanted to make sure no mechanical failure would ruin the night.
He tumbled down from the stool he was standing on, and sat down on the floor. He was nervous, far too nervous. It was nearly seven o'clock already, and he still didn't have any idea what he would tell the rest of the team. It was unlike him to just fly out of the treehouse this time of night, and raising suspicion was dangerous. He scratched his head, still looking at the aircraft.
"Numbuh Two, what is this? We don't have the resources nor the need for a two-person aircraft. You know full well that we only have use for planes that can carry the whole team!"
Numbuh Two looked up sharply, to see an annoyed-looking Numbuh One glaring down at him through his dark sunglasses.
"Oh! Uh.. Nu-Numbuh One! Eheheh! I, uh, I just thought maybe a faster ship would be good for missions that needed a quick response!" Numbuh Two walked over to the new ship, and patted the fuselage. "This baby can easily pull Super Fast Factor 10, and she can turn on a dime!"
Numbuh One raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Well, perhaps it could be of use. We need an operative to go and visit Numbuh Five, make sure she is doing well and see that she is safe. She is sharing that house with that teenager Cree, after all."
Perfect! Hoagie had an excuse! "Oh! I still need to test it. I'll fly over there tonight, I have to be on the maiden flight, in case something goes wrong. I'll call you from Ab- Numbuh Five's house if anything comes up. She'll be ready to go in about an hour."
Numbuh One did not hide his annoyance at hearing the first part of Numbuh Five's name. "Stick with the codename, Numbuh Two, even inside the treehouse, walls have ears. Very well. Take off at Eight, and I'll be expecting you back as soon as possible."
Numbuh Two grinned as Numbuh One left. He didn't suspect a thing!
Cree paced nervously in her foyer. She didn't understand why she was so nervous. This wasn't even a real date, she was just trying to get to Hoagie. But still, she'd changed clothes a dozen times, ending up wearing the same thing as usual, a simple white tanktop and tight bluejeans. She looked in the hallways mirror at herself and smilied.
"Oooh Baby you look fine tonight." She turned her hips to accent the way her jeans showed her curves. "That boy will never know what hit him!"
Cree laughed to herself, then stopped as she realized what she was doing. She sighed again, walking back to the foyer and sitting down on the small couch. She still saw her reflection in the mirror down the hallway, yet now she thought she was ugly. She saw a girl trying to use her body and charm to distract someone who fought for a cause he believed in.
Cree was still trying to work things out her in mind when the doorbell rang.
Numbuh Five tossed and turned in her bed as her fevered dreams played through her head. Suddenly she woke with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed. She was breathing heavily as she looked around the room, trying to figure out where she was.
"Right, Numbuh Five's back home. I wondah how the Kids Next Door are doin' without me." She shook her head, trying to clear it of the grogginess, only to get a headache in return. "What has got Numbuh Five so sick? An' where is Cree? That girl is supposed to be givin' me medicine!"
She slowly swung her legs around to the side of the bed and unsteadily got to her feet. She held on to the bedside table, then the wall, as she walked over to her phone. She picked up the reciever, dialed the treehouse, then sat down on the floor to relieve her dizziness. After a few rings, she smiled weakly at the voice that answered.
"Hello, Kid's Next Door Treehouse, Numbuh One speaking." Numbuh Five twisted the phonecord around her finger, she just loved his accent.
"Hey baby, this is Numbuh Five. How're things goin' up there Numbuh One?"
Numbuh Five heard the boy's voice perk up. "Oh, Numbuh Five, I didn't expect to hear from you! How is Numbuh Two's visit going?"
"Numbuh Two? No one's been to see Numbuh Five at all, Numbuh One. When did he leave the treehouse?"
Numbuh One furrowed his brow. "He left just before eight o'clock. He should have been there twenty minutes ago. Well, I'm sure he'll be fine. In the meantime, Numbuh Five, I'll be coming over by foot. I'll be there whithin the hour. Goodbye Abigail."
Numbuh One hung up the phone and then smacked himself on the head for using the wrong name again. All thoughts about Numbuh Two's aircraft were pushed out of his head as he chastised himself for slipping up on the codename. Donning his rocket boots, he quietly snuck out of the treehouse, not wanting to concern Three and Four, who were currently fighting over the videogame system.
In the meantime, Abigail Lincoln quietly hung up the phone, smiling brightly. However, the smile was quickly stopped when she realized that Cree was still loose. Sick or not, she could not allow a teenager to capture Numbuh One when he came over. She crawled over to the door, fighting back the fog in her head. Opening the door only slightly, she looked out into the hallway. She couldn't see Cree, but she definately heard something.
"Oh baby, we'd better get goin' if we're going to do this datin' thang. Now, don't you worry, Abby's sleepin', so we'll be back before she even knows we left. C'mon baby, you can open the car door for me." Numbuh Five tried to hold back a cough. She heard the door open , then close. Finally she let herself breathe, then started coughing heavily. At least Cree was out of the house for a while, Numbuh One should be fine.
Cree's eyes widened as Hoagie walked her towards the strange flying machine. It was a modified old green car, but there was also four awnings on the top, and it looked like a dragonfly. Cree had struggled with the design of a insectoid aircraft for her entire career in the Kids Next Door.
"Anyway Cree, come on, there's a great cheese resturant that opened in France recently. They have the BEST fondu--"
"Hoagie, did YOU design this thang?" Hoagie looked up at Cree. She was looking at the DRAGON incredulously.
"Uh.. Yeah Cree. I'm the engineer for my unit. Um, I've designed all kinds of things. I found the basic plans for this in the archives of our treehouse, it was left there by some other operative. They had the idea right, but their design for the wings themselves were all off. She wanted to use stretched canvas, like for artists! I fixed up the plans earlier today and put this together. I call it the 'DRAGON'. Uh, it's Date-Ready-Aircraft-Goes-Over-Night."
Hoagie scratched the back of his neck. "It's not the best name, but it was pretty short notice. Heheh...."
Cree walked over to the DRAGON and ran her hand over the curve of the car. This was her design! It was the last thing she'd worked on before she'd left the Kids Next Door. Awnings! Of course, they have a lot more lift than stretched canvas. She smiled at Hoagie as he opened the passenger door for her. "Thanks Hoagie. Ain' you a gentleman?"
"And a genius." Cree said sadly, as Hoagie walked around to his door.
Two hours later, they arrived in Nice, a resort city in southern France. Cree felt a little out of place here, it had been years since she was in France. She didn't let this bother her, however, she was still amazed by the design behind the DRAGON. Hoagie had done much more than just tinker with the wing design. Her plans were for a craft that would acheive Super Fast factor One at best, but they had been going upwards of ten across the atlantic. She smiled broadly at Hoagie, who'd just opened her door for her again.
Cree giggled as Haogie laughed nervously, leading her down the short walk into the resturant. It was a small place, casual dining really, but she was happy with any place not too close to her school. As they entered the door, the smell of spiced cheeses overwhelmed them both, it all smelled delicious. Cree was vaguely aware of Hoagie's arm around her waist, as they walked up to the Maitre D. Cree stuttered.
"Uh.. Bonjour, je suis.. eh"
"Bonjour, bon monsieur. Nous voudrions une cabine près du dos du resturant si possible."
"Oui monsieur. Si vous plait, suivez-moi." The Maitre D bowed slightly to Hoagie and turned, walking towards the back of the resturant.
"Don't worry Cree, my parents made me take French classes since I was two. I don't know why. All I did was ask for a booth. Uh, are you ok?" Cree's face was a little darker than normal.
"uh, I just didn't know you knew French, it's such a se- Such a beautiful language." Cree smiled nervously and followed Hoagie and the Maitre D back to the booth. Hoagie ordered for the both of them, just some simple cheddar and swiss fondue, with bread and fruits for dipping.
"So, uh, Hoagie, tell me about that ship you got out there. Baby, we were goin' so fast I thought I'd faint. How did you get the food processor power drive to give that kind of thrust?" Cree was short on conversation topics, after all, she hardly even knew Hoagie, and had to talk about something.
"Eh, what? Food process-? Haha! There's no way that thing could fly on a food processor drive! I had to borrow the larger fruit juicer engine from our space shuttle to get the DRAGON to SFF 10, the food processor just didn't have the power... Wait, how do you even know about 2x4 airship drives?"
"What? Abby didn't tell you? Oooh that girl has GOT to start openin' up to her friends more. I used to be a Kids Next Door operative myself. I escaped decommissioning, sort of like Chad did. I used to tinker some with airships, but mine never really got off the ground." Cree smiled as she saw Hoagie light up. She knew that boys always liked to talk about themselves on dates, so she knew he'd be into talking about his specialty.
"Really? Wow! You worked... let's see, about 3 years ago then....Hey! Did you ever look at the box fan heliocopter design? I know it was being bounced around back then, but there's a bit in the design I don't get, something about incorporating a mattress as the bed of the cockpit... Why is that there?"
"Ooo-wee, I remember that thing! I was one of the lead designers! The mattress is there so that the drag don't toy with the lift we got from the fan. We never could get it into the air, but we hadn't gotten juicer engines yet, tell me how those thangs work, honey...."
Cree watched the ground grow closer as Hoagie landed the DRAGON in her front yard again. He was still talking about the many craft he'd designed for their unit.
"Yeah, the MOSQUITO is a great ship, really. But it's got this annoying spot on the forward starboard flank, where the blimp connects to the steering column, that I just can't get right. It's so fragile that I can't do anything with it. Do you have any ideas Cree?" Hoagie looked up at Cree, but stopped talking when she was just staring at him and smiling.
"Uh.. Cree? Wh-what are you doing?" Cree leaned in and gave Hoagie a soft kiss on the lips.
"I jus' wanted to thank you for a wonderful evening Hoagie. I know it's a big risk to take me out like that, but I hope you'll take me out again sometime. 'K Hoagie?" Cree smiled at the dazed looking boy.
"Ye... Yeah... Uh..." Hoagie stuttered, smiling too big at the beautiful girl to really know what was going on at all. Cree just smiled back.
"Ok baby, I'll see you soon. Don't foget about me!" Cree opened her door, blew a kiss at Hoagie, and then smiled, turned, and walked back to her house. Hoagie was still recovering when she went inside. She leaned back against the door and sighed happily.
"Well, if it isn't Cree, the TEENager." Numbuh One stood in the foyer with his arms crossed. "Back from your date already? I was just leaving, now I only wish I'd gotten out sooner."
"Nigel Uno, leader of the pathetic Kids Next Door. What are YOU doin' in MY house? You know that Abby's just got a cold. You don't have to hang around here all hours of the night! It's nearly one in tha mornin'!"
"Yes, well 'Abby' has been bedridden all day! She hadn't had any medicine until I got here! I would have thought that even a teenager would care enough to help her sick sister. YOu are really one peice of work, Cree." Numbuh One pushed his way past Cree, and stepped outside the door. He jumped slightly at the sight of the DRAGON outside the house.
"Well good. I was too tired to walk back anyway. Goodbye, Cree." Numbuh One walked confidently out to the aircraft, and Cree slammed the door angrily.
Cree walked quietly down the hall and up the stairs, stopping to listen at Abigail's door. Hearing her sister cough, she left and came back with some kid's cough syrup. "Abby, I'm here with somethin' that should help you sleep, if you still want it from me."
She opened the door quietly, and walked into the room. Abby's bed was in total disarray, she'd obviously not been sleeping too well. Cree walked over to her sister, who was still coughing a little in her sleep. Cree smiled, she couldn't help feeling sorry for Abby, it was her fault after all. She sighed, leaving the cough syrup on the bedside table, for when Abby woke up. Cree walked out of Abby's room, closing the door behind her.
She walked down the hallway to her room, closing the door behind her. She pulled her cellphone out of her dresser and called Main Command. "Hello, This is agent Cree. The date went fine, and I'll send you the information I got out of him. ... Yeah, I know it was late. ... Yeah, I'll keep datin' him as long as I keep getting information. ... No, Chad, I do NOT like him. Do NOT! UGH I can't talk to you right now. I'll send the info in the mornin'. GoodBYE Chad." Cree sighed and fell back onto her bed. She smiled and lightly touched her lips, remembering how it felt to kiss him. She giggled happily.
" 'night Hoagie. Cree'll see you soon, baby."
Numbuh Five scowled as she listened to Cree talking, through the bug that she and Numbuh One had planted in her room. Her scowl turned to surprise as she heard Numbuh Two's name. She put down the earpeice and coughed. She'd been faking sleep when Cree had come in a few minutes ago, but now she was really getting tired. A traitor in the ranks! This news would tear apart the unit.
Numbuh Five sighed and stared at her ceiling. She liked Numbuh Two. He was a good operative and an amazing engineer. However, he had problems when it came to Cree. She already knew that she would have to give him another chance. She'd talk to him tomorrow at the treehouse, she should feel well enough after a night's sleep.
Numbuh Five smiled. At least one thing had gone well tonight. She reached up and touched her lips, remembering what it was like to kiss him. She giggled happily, then started coughing again. She kept smiling anyway.
" 'night Nigel."
A/N: This chapter is at least a bit longer. I like how Numbuh Five and Cree are basically the same in the show, each fights the same, thinks the same, and acts just as spy-like as the other. It's good. Anyway, as always, Read and Review. Thanks for all the positive reviews so far, it's always nice to get encouragement. New chapter coming soon.
Operation: HOAGIE
Hoagie's
Obvious
Attraction
Generally
Irritates
Everyone
Chapter Three: CATCH-THIS
Cree
Attempts
To
Coerce
Hoagie
-
Two
Happy
Irreconcilable
Sisters
As the clock in his planning room ticked slowly forward, Numbuh Two got more and more nervous. He had checked every bolt, tack, and nail in this new ship a thousand times today, but still he tightened the nut holding the rear right wing once more. He didn't want anything to go wrong tonight, He knew that both he and Cree were taking risks, going out on a date like this, and he wanted to make sure no mechanical failure would ruin the night.
He tumbled down from the stool he was standing on, and sat down on the floor. He was nervous, far too nervous. It was nearly seven o'clock already, and he still didn't have any idea what he would tell the rest of the team. It was unlike him to just fly out of the treehouse this time of night, and raising suspicion was dangerous. He scratched his head, still looking at the aircraft.
"Numbuh Two, what is this? We don't have the resources nor the need for a two-person aircraft. You know full well that we only have use for planes that can carry the whole team!"
Numbuh Two looked up sharply, to see an annoyed-looking Numbuh One glaring down at him through his dark sunglasses.
"Oh! Uh.. Nu-Numbuh One! Eheheh! I, uh, I just thought maybe a faster ship would be good for missions that needed a quick response!" Numbuh Two walked over to the new ship, and patted the fuselage. "This baby can easily pull Super Fast Factor 10, and she can turn on a dime!"
Numbuh One raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Well, perhaps it could be of use. We need an operative to go and visit Numbuh Five, make sure she is doing well and see that she is safe. She is sharing that house with that teenager Cree, after all."
Perfect! Hoagie had an excuse! "Oh! I still need to test it. I'll fly over there tonight, I have to be on the maiden flight, in case something goes wrong. I'll call you from Ab- Numbuh Five's house if anything comes up. She'll be ready to go in about an hour."
Numbuh One did not hide his annoyance at hearing the first part of Numbuh Five's name. "Stick with the codename, Numbuh Two, even inside the treehouse, walls have ears. Very well. Take off at Eight, and I'll be expecting you back as soon as possible."
Numbuh Two grinned as Numbuh One left. He didn't suspect a thing!
Cree paced nervously in her foyer. She didn't understand why she was so nervous. This wasn't even a real date, she was just trying to get to Hoagie. But still, she'd changed clothes a dozen times, ending up wearing the same thing as usual, a simple white tanktop and tight bluejeans. She looked in the hallways mirror at herself and smilied.
"Oooh Baby you look fine tonight." She turned her hips to accent the way her jeans showed her curves. "That boy will never know what hit him!"
Cree laughed to herself, then stopped as she realized what she was doing. She sighed again, walking back to the foyer and sitting down on the small couch. She still saw her reflection in the mirror down the hallway, yet now she thought she was ugly. She saw a girl trying to use her body and charm to distract someone who fought for a cause he believed in.
Cree was still trying to work things out her in mind when the doorbell rang.
Numbuh Five tossed and turned in her bed as her fevered dreams played through her head. Suddenly she woke with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed. She was breathing heavily as she looked around the room, trying to figure out where she was.
"Right, Numbuh Five's back home. I wondah how the Kids Next Door are doin' without me." She shook her head, trying to clear it of the grogginess, only to get a headache in return. "What has got Numbuh Five so sick? An' where is Cree? That girl is supposed to be givin' me medicine!"
She slowly swung her legs around to the side of the bed and unsteadily got to her feet. She held on to the bedside table, then the wall, as she walked over to her phone. She picked up the reciever, dialed the treehouse, then sat down on the floor to relieve her dizziness. After a few rings, she smiled weakly at the voice that answered.
"Hello, Kid's Next Door Treehouse, Numbuh One speaking." Numbuh Five twisted the phonecord around her finger, she just loved his accent.
"Hey baby, this is Numbuh Five. How're things goin' up there Numbuh One?"
Numbuh Five heard the boy's voice perk up. "Oh, Numbuh Five, I didn't expect to hear from you! How is Numbuh Two's visit going?"
"Numbuh Two? No one's been to see Numbuh Five at all, Numbuh One. When did he leave the treehouse?"
Numbuh One furrowed his brow. "He left just before eight o'clock. He should have been there twenty minutes ago. Well, I'm sure he'll be fine. In the meantime, Numbuh Five, I'll be coming over by foot. I'll be there whithin the hour. Goodbye Abigail."
Numbuh One hung up the phone and then smacked himself on the head for using the wrong name again. All thoughts about Numbuh Two's aircraft were pushed out of his head as he chastised himself for slipping up on the codename. Donning his rocket boots, he quietly snuck out of the treehouse, not wanting to concern Three and Four, who were currently fighting over the videogame system.
In the meantime, Abigail Lincoln quietly hung up the phone, smiling brightly. However, the smile was quickly stopped when she realized that Cree was still loose. Sick or not, she could not allow a teenager to capture Numbuh One when he came over. She crawled over to the door, fighting back the fog in her head. Opening the door only slightly, she looked out into the hallway. She couldn't see Cree, but she definately heard something.
"Oh baby, we'd better get goin' if we're going to do this datin' thang. Now, don't you worry, Abby's sleepin', so we'll be back before she even knows we left. C'mon baby, you can open the car door for me." Numbuh Five tried to hold back a cough. She heard the door open , then close. Finally she let herself breathe, then started coughing heavily. At least Cree was out of the house for a while, Numbuh One should be fine.
Cree's eyes widened as Hoagie walked her towards the strange flying machine. It was a modified old green car, but there was also four awnings on the top, and it looked like a dragonfly. Cree had struggled with the design of a insectoid aircraft for her entire career in the Kids Next Door.
"Anyway Cree, come on, there's a great cheese resturant that opened in France recently. They have the BEST fondu--"
"Hoagie, did YOU design this thang?" Hoagie looked up at Cree. She was looking at the DRAGON incredulously.
"Uh.. Yeah Cree. I'm the engineer for my unit. Um, I've designed all kinds of things. I found the basic plans for this in the archives of our treehouse, it was left there by some other operative. They had the idea right, but their design for the wings themselves were all off. She wanted to use stretched canvas, like for artists! I fixed up the plans earlier today and put this together. I call it the 'DRAGON'. Uh, it's Date-Ready-Aircraft-Goes-Over-Night."
Hoagie scratched the back of his neck. "It's not the best name, but it was pretty short notice. Heheh...."
Cree walked over to the DRAGON and ran her hand over the curve of the car. This was her design! It was the last thing she'd worked on before she'd left the Kids Next Door. Awnings! Of course, they have a lot more lift than stretched canvas. She smiled at Hoagie as he opened the passenger door for her. "Thanks Hoagie. Ain' you a gentleman?"
"And a genius." Cree said sadly, as Hoagie walked around to his door.
Two hours later, they arrived in Nice, a resort city in southern France. Cree felt a little out of place here, it had been years since she was in France. She didn't let this bother her, however, she was still amazed by the design behind the DRAGON. Hoagie had done much more than just tinker with the wing design. Her plans were for a craft that would acheive Super Fast factor One at best, but they had been going upwards of ten across the atlantic. She smiled broadly at Hoagie, who'd just opened her door for her again.
Cree giggled as Haogie laughed nervously, leading her down the short walk into the resturant. It was a small place, casual dining really, but she was happy with any place not too close to her school. As they entered the door, the smell of spiced cheeses overwhelmed them both, it all smelled delicious. Cree was vaguely aware of Hoagie's arm around her waist, as they walked up to the Maitre D. Cree stuttered.
"Uh.. Bonjour, je suis.. eh"
"Bonjour, bon monsieur. Nous voudrions une cabine près du dos du resturant si possible."
"Oui monsieur. Si vous plait, suivez-moi." The Maitre D bowed slightly to Hoagie and turned, walking towards the back of the resturant.
"Don't worry Cree, my parents made me take French classes since I was two. I don't know why. All I did was ask for a booth. Uh, are you ok?" Cree's face was a little darker than normal.
"uh, I just didn't know you knew French, it's such a se- Such a beautiful language." Cree smiled nervously and followed Hoagie and the Maitre D back to the booth. Hoagie ordered for the both of them, just some simple cheddar and swiss fondue, with bread and fruits for dipping.
"So, uh, Hoagie, tell me about that ship you got out there. Baby, we were goin' so fast I thought I'd faint. How did you get the food processor power drive to give that kind of thrust?" Cree was short on conversation topics, after all, she hardly even knew Hoagie, and had to talk about something.
"Eh, what? Food process-? Haha! There's no way that thing could fly on a food processor drive! I had to borrow the larger fruit juicer engine from our space shuttle to get the DRAGON to SFF 10, the food processor just didn't have the power... Wait, how do you even know about 2x4 airship drives?"
"What? Abby didn't tell you? Oooh that girl has GOT to start openin' up to her friends more. I used to be a Kids Next Door operative myself. I escaped decommissioning, sort of like Chad did. I used to tinker some with airships, but mine never really got off the ground." Cree smiled as she saw Hoagie light up. She knew that boys always liked to talk about themselves on dates, so she knew he'd be into talking about his specialty.
"Really? Wow! You worked... let's see, about 3 years ago then....Hey! Did you ever look at the box fan heliocopter design? I know it was being bounced around back then, but there's a bit in the design I don't get, something about incorporating a mattress as the bed of the cockpit... Why is that there?"
"Ooo-wee, I remember that thing! I was one of the lead designers! The mattress is there so that the drag don't toy with the lift we got from the fan. We never could get it into the air, but we hadn't gotten juicer engines yet, tell me how those thangs work, honey...."
Cree watched the ground grow closer as Hoagie landed the DRAGON in her front yard again. He was still talking about the many craft he'd designed for their unit.
"Yeah, the MOSQUITO is a great ship, really. But it's got this annoying spot on the forward starboard flank, where the blimp connects to the steering column, that I just can't get right. It's so fragile that I can't do anything with it. Do you have any ideas Cree?" Hoagie looked up at Cree, but stopped talking when she was just staring at him and smiling.
"Uh.. Cree? Wh-what are you doing?" Cree leaned in and gave Hoagie a soft kiss on the lips.
"I jus' wanted to thank you for a wonderful evening Hoagie. I know it's a big risk to take me out like that, but I hope you'll take me out again sometime. 'K Hoagie?" Cree smiled at the dazed looking boy.
"Ye... Yeah... Uh..." Hoagie stuttered, smiling too big at the beautiful girl to really know what was going on at all. Cree just smiled back.
"Ok baby, I'll see you soon. Don't foget about me!" Cree opened her door, blew a kiss at Hoagie, and then smiled, turned, and walked back to her house. Hoagie was still recovering when she went inside. She leaned back against the door and sighed happily.
"Well, if it isn't Cree, the TEENager." Numbuh One stood in the foyer with his arms crossed. "Back from your date already? I was just leaving, now I only wish I'd gotten out sooner."
"Nigel Uno, leader of the pathetic Kids Next Door. What are YOU doin' in MY house? You know that Abby's just got a cold. You don't have to hang around here all hours of the night! It's nearly one in tha mornin'!"
"Yes, well 'Abby' has been bedridden all day! She hadn't had any medicine until I got here! I would have thought that even a teenager would care enough to help her sick sister. YOu are really one peice of work, Cree." Numbuh One pushed his way past Cree, and stepped outside the door. He jumped slightly at the sight of the DRAGON outside the house.
"Well good. I was too tired to walk back anyway. Goodbye, Cree." Numbuh One walked confidently out to the aircraft, and Cree slammed the door angrily.
Cree walked quietly down the hall and up the stairs, stopping to listen at Abigail's door. Hearing her sister cough, she left and came back with some kid's cough syrup. "Abby, I'm here with somethin' that should help you sleep, if you still want it from me."
She opened the door quietly, and walked into the room. Abby's bed was in total disarray, she'd obviously not been sleeping too well. Cree walked over to her sister, who was still coughing a little in her sleep. Cree smiled, she couldn't help feeling sorry for Abby, it was her fault after all. She sighed, leaving the cough syrup on the bedside table, for when Abby woke up. Cree walked out of Abby's room, closing the door behind her.
She walked down the hallway to her room, closing the door behind her. She pulled her cellphone out of her dresser and called Main Command. "Hello, This is agent Cree. The date went fine, and I'll send you the information I got out of him. ... Yeah, I know it was late. ... Yeah, I'll keep datin' him as long as I keep getting information. ... No, Chad, I do NOT like him. Do NOT! UGH I can't talk to you right now. I'll send the info in the mornin'. GoodBYE Chad." Cree sighed and fell back onto her bed. She smiled and lightly touched her lips, remembering how it felt to kiss him. She giggled happily.
" 'night Hoagie. Cree'll see you soon, baby."
Numbuh Five scowled as she listened to Cree talking, through the bug that she and Numbuh One had planted in her room. Her scowl turned to surprise as she heard Numbuh Two's name. She put down the earpeice and coughed. She'd been faking sleep when Cree had come in a few minutes ago, but now she was really getting tired. A traitor in the ranks! This news would tear apart the unit.
Numbuh Five sighed and stared at her ceiling. She liked Numbuh Two. He was a good operative and an amazing engineer. However, he had problems when it came to Cree. She already knew that she would have to give him another chance. She'd talk to him tomorrow at the treehouse, she should feel well enough after a night's sleep.
Numbuh Five smiled. At least one thing had gone well tonight. She reached up and touched her lips, remembering what it was like to kiss him. She giggled happily, then started coughing again. She kept smiling anyway.
" 'night Nigel."
A/N: This chapter is at least a bit longer. I like how Numbuh Five and Cree are basically the same in the show, each fights the same, thinks the same, and acts just as spy-like as the other. It's good. Anyway, as always, Read and Review. Thanks for all the positive reviews so far, it's always nice to get encouragement. New chapter coming soon.