Woot! Here you go, another chapter. This well make SO much more sense than the first one, and... ANOTHER CLIFFY! MWAHAHAHA! I AM SO EVIL! MWAHAH-cough. Ugh, I never got those cough drops. And, nope, I have tried, but I still don't own Kids Next Door. But, if wishes DO come true I WILL SOMEDAY! HAHAHAHAcough. Seriously, anybody got those coughdrops?

Standing there before them were 2 people. One of them they had never seen before. She had bright pink hair down to her shoulders and pink eyes. He had a red and pink shirt on, and pink capris. The girl next to her, though, they knew all to well. Standing there in front of them was none other than Numbuh 362, supreme leader of the Kids Next Door.

Numbuhs 1, 2, 4, and 5 were standing there dumbstruck for a moment, when Numbuh 1 snapped out of it and said, "Kids Next Door, salute!" Before they had a chance to do anything, the pink diva stepped up.

"Stand down, stand down." they looked to Numbuh 362 for assurance, and when she nodded, they did stand down. The pink girl looked to them and said, "Now, I know that the leader of the Kids Next Door is here, but she has requested that we be treated like we were part of your team, and no more." Numbuh 362 stepped up.

"Yes," she said, "in order for us to observe what you do, we need to see you the way you really are, not the way you pretend to be when someone important is around." After taking this in, everyone but Numbuh's 1, 362 and that pink girl was gone.

The pink girl stood there for a second, then said, "Well, I can at least tell you who I am." She stuck her hand "Effie Dite, at your service. But if your smart, you'll call me 2-5-4-3." (um, I'm just gonna put 2543, but remember, they say it as each individual Numbuh) Numbuh 1 stared at her hand for a moment, and asked "What about the 'Numbuh' part?"

She laughed at his statement, "Well, imagine we were in a battle. If something was flying at me at high speed, I'd already be dead by the time you say 'Numbuh two-thousand five-hundred fourty-three! Look out!'" Numbuh 1 finally took her hand and gave it a good shake.

"Well," he said, sounding amused, "welcome to the team, I guess. Anyway, what do you do at the moon base?" "I'm the person who puts the teams together." Numbuh 1 looked confused, "You mean, it's not based on where we live?"

2543 laughed, "Numbuh 1, think about it. What are the chances that people from England, Japan, Australia, AND France end up in the same neighborhood of the only American operative for 5 miles?" Numbuh 1 was utterly confused, "But--"

"But how do I make sure all of the people end up together?" she said, laughing again, "You know how stupid adults are. I manipulate their old bosses to fire them, and persuade the parents to move to America or wherever and work in the same basic area." Nigel was very impressed by this, "Wow. I always wondered why we moved."

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It had been about two weeks, and nothing had really changed. The only difference was Numbuh 362 had joined Numbuh 1 in his room to work on missions and stuff, and 2543 had sort have been "watching them", but only if they were with another operative. She never was there when they were by themselves. Numbuh 2 had noticed that she had always been there at sometime during the times when Numbuh 5 was helping him with his new designs, and Numbuh 4 noticed she was always there when he was playing video games with, arguing with, or secretly practicing dancing with Numbuh 3 (well, they had to learn that stuff from DATE somewhere!), and Numbuh 1 noticed that she was sometimes there while 362 and him were working on the missions. And when she wasn't watching the other people, she was making these strange origami hearts.

One day, Numbuh's 1 and 362 were discussing the last mission they went on, "You know, Numbuh 362," said Numbuh 1, "the Toiletnator is getting stronger, ever since they started that new mega-double-quadruple ply toilet paper, just shooting him with water isn't doing the trick." Numbuh 362 thought for a minute, and said, "Well, if we increase the pressure on our water guns, it will get the TP wet, AND cut through it if soaking it isn't enough."

Nigel didn't know what was coming over him, it felt like something had grabbed his arm and put it on Sarah's (Numbuh 362, remember in my other fic FUTURESQUE, her name was Sarah Parker) shoulder, and something constricted his vocal chords into saying "That is a GREAT idea, Sarah. I'll have Numbuh 2 start on that right away." He quickly covered his mouth and quickly muttered "Imeanum362Ibetterget2toworkonthatbye." and ran out of the room. But before he left, he noticed three things. 1. Numbuh 362 had a blush on her face… 2. He had a paper cut… on his shoulder? How did it get there? And 3. He could have sworn he saw a flash of pink run out the door before he did.

Bum Bum BUUUUMMM! WHAT could that pink flash BE? WHY was Sarah BLUSHING? WHY does Nigel have a PAPERCUT? WHY am I asking YOU these questions? I don't know! Please review. PUHWEASE!