I know I usually say somethin clever or witty or catchy here but um...I'm pullin' a blank.

hmm.

I could do a disclaimer!

YES! I SHALL DO A DISCLAIMER! WHAT A BRILLIANT IDEA!

okay! here we go!

Disclaimer: I don't own the KND. But I um...own...the...story.

-grins-

That was one HECK of a disclaimer, huh, guys!

Oh and...I'll reply to some reviews, too.

thefanwithashortattentionspan: Yowch! what kind of suicidal sport are you training for six days a week! lol, I hope yeh get betta and thanks for reviewin'

kmutt: I always enjoy your reviews. yes, Hoagie did see them kiss, which is going to come into play during this chappie. thanks!

DynaGirl: your review made me laugh! don't die on me! lol

NOW ON TO THE STORY!

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When Wally, Kuki, and Hoagie got back to the tree house, Wally and Kuki when straight to the kitchen for breakfast. Hoagie, on the other hand, took off in the other direction; up quite a few flights of stairs and down to hallways- right to Nigel's room.

When he finally got to his leader's room, he was extremely out of breath, and talking was difficult. He swung to door open and let himself in, still gasping for air. Nigel was stretched out comfortably on his bed, holding an open book above his head that (by the looks of it) he was reading. Hoagie also noticed Abby, who was sitting in a bean-bag chair by Nigel's bed, listening to her walkman and holding a magazine that she was reading loosely in her hands; Hoagie suspected the chair was hers, and she had simply moved it to Nigel's room for today.

"I...saw...four...and the...bench...with the...three...park..." Hoagie still couldn't seem to catch his breath, and talking was very difficult.

"I'm sorry?" Nigel asked, lowering his book and sitting up. "I er...didn't catch anyone that..."

Abby stared at him, not bothering to remove her headphones, as if to say: 'I know what you're saying is stupid, so why should I bother listening?'

"Morning...I...park...on bench..."

"Alright, so you went to the park?" Nigel attempted to understand what Hoagie was saying. "And you were on a bench...?"

"No...three...four...bench...park..." Boy, am I out of shape, he thought angrily. I should work out.

"Okay, so there were three or four benches at the park?" Nigel asked, still quite confused.

"On the...bench...three...kissing..."

"So three of the benches were kissing?"

Abby looked up and glared at both Nigel and Hoagie. And, without taking her headphones off, said, "Numbah Two sez dat he saw Numbah Four and Numbah Three kissin' on a bench at da park."

Hoagie (though still gasping for breath) looked at Abby in awe. Nigel's jaw dropped, but it was clear that it had not been Abby's incredible translation that had shocked him; it was what she had translated.

"Is that...true, Numbah Two?"

Numbah Two was finally beginning to catch his breath, and managed to say, "Yes."

Abby seemed unmoved by the idea of Wally and Kuki kissing, and returning to her magazine. "I alwayz knew dey'd hook up."

"Are you aware that romantic affairs (especially with fellow teammates) are strictly against Kids Next Door Protocol? Section B12 in the Kids Next Door handbook on page twenty-two-thousand-point-five, It clearly states that any and all relationships above 'friend' level are for teenagers, and any and all operatives that try anything of the sort will be decommissioned."

"Mhhm." Abby raised an eyebrow and looked up from her magazine, "What 'bout you an' Lizzie?"

"I broke up with her a month ago when I discovered that Numbah 86 had established that particular rule."

"Good fo' you." Abby said honestly. She had never liked Lizzie. When Nigel wasn't around she would always refer to her as "The Cow" or "The Whale". "I neva liked Lizzie much."

"That makes two of us," Nigel mumbled.

Hoagie (having finally caught his breath) asked, "So what are we gonna do about Numbah Four and Numbah Three?"

"How 'bout we jus' let 'em be?" Abby asked, finally putting her walkman on pause and lifting of her headphones.

"You and I both know that Kuki can't keep a secret for her life. Wait two or three days, and all of the sectors within a 30-mile radius will know, not to mention the Moon Base." Nigel said.

"I s'pose yo' right, but we should at leas' give 'em a chance."

"Yeah, Numbah One!" Hoagie said, staring to feel a little left out in the conversation.

"Yes, yes...alright. We give them a week of...well...probation."

"Pro-whatty-what?"

"Probation, stupid," Abby said, aggravation evident in her voice, "It means we leave 'em be fo' a week an' see how thingz work out."

"Oh," Hoagie said softly, as if not too charmed by the idea.

"Alright, team," Nigel said, getting off of his bed, "I'm going to go start breakfast."

"Count me in!"

"Numbah Five's comin' too."

Just as the three friends stepped into the hallway, a loud crash sounded through the hallway. They raced down to the kitchen to see that there was a rather large hole in the window, and Wally was facing it; they could only see his back.

"Numbah Four, what'd you do this time?" Abby asked, jokingly.

Wally slowly turned around, and the team gasped. He was covered with shards of broken glass. His face and hands where red with blood from cuts. "It...wasn't...me..." he said slowly and quietly, as if talking hurt.

Something in the corner squeaked. They all turned to see Kuki curled up in a ball on the ground, shaking at the sight of Wally's blood-covered face and hands.

"Kuki...what happened?" Abby asked, running over to comfort her friend.

"Somebody threw somethin' at the window-and-and Wally pushed me out-out of the way-and-and now he's hurt!" Kuki said, struggling to hold back tears and, after a moment, failing to do so.

Abby wiped the tears off her cheeks like a good 'sister' would, and said softly so only Kuki could hear, "C'mon, now, ya gotta be strong fo' Wally, right? He wants ta see that yo' okay."

Kuki stopped sniffling immediately.

"Kuki," Nigel said gently, "Why don't you go clean up Wally?"

"Kay," She said, smiling weakly as she stood up. "Let's go, Numbah Four."

As the two left the room, Hoagie spoke, "But...if Wally didn't break the window then...who did?"

"I dunno," Abby said, gesturing to a rather large stone on the floor, "But dey musta been pretty serious ta throw a rock that big."

"I can't help but wonder," Nigel said thoughtfully, "why someone would do something like that."

"I think I've got an idea on why," Abby said, picking up the rock, "An' I don' think yo gonna like it."

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YAY! that's a good length chappie, right there! No, there isn't any fluff. I'm sowwy. but I'll toss some in next chappie, so don't hurt me! pwease review!

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