Ptwista: Hey, I'm back! Didya miss me? I had a whole lot of stuff to do. My teachers pile it on! I've already had 3 tests and I have another one on Friday! Who knows if I'll even finish this story by October? I'll make it up to you guys though. Next story I write—multiple chapter updates! For now enjoy this one.

Chapter 3: Who Was That?

The night passed by pretty quick on Numbuh 1's part. It was about 10 a.m. when he had woken up. He saw Numbuh 2's pajamas on the floor, so he obviously was already up. Numbuh 1 gave a large yawn as he stretched out his arms. He started rubbing the sleep out of his eyes when he suddenly remembered last night. He scooped all of his stuff into his arms and ran straight to his room. He headed to the monitor and plugged in his handheld computer. The S.P.I.F.L.I. had been recording all night so he grabbed a seat and prepared for a long movie.

The video showed Numbuh 2 sleeping for about 2 hours. Then suddenly he shot awake—but his snoring was still being heard! Numbuh 2 threw his pajamas off and out of the bed. His regular clothes were underneath and he looked over the edge of his bed to Numbuh 1 asleep. He pulled a backpack from under his pillow and put something back underneath the S.P.I.F.L.I. didn't show. Numbuh 2 stretched up against the wall not noticing the tiny camera and something, in a split second after, squashed it. Its view abstracted and it stared up at the ceiling. It began losing visual in waves of static until the screen turned off completely.

"WHAT?" yelled Numbuh 1 furiously.

Numbuh 1 ran back to Numbuh 2's room and practically flew up the ladder to his bed. The sheets were laid askew across the bed and a slightly tipped Yipper poster was above the top. He found the remains of the shattered S.P.I.F.L.I. spread across the bed and continued to search.

"Hmm..." 'If Numbuh 2 left his room, where was that snoring coming from?' Numbuh 1 thought, 'and if he did leave, how did he without waking me up?' He looked around the room. There weren't any windows anywhere near the bed and Numbuh 1 would've heard him go down the ladder.

"How did he—huh?" said Numbuh 1 to himself, when a faint glare from under the pillow caught his attention. He lifted it up slowly than threw it away in shock when he saw...

"A TAPE RECORDER?" shouted Numbuh 1. Not only was Numbuh 2 lying, but he had managed to trick him so easily.

"He must have been playing this last—oww!" whined Numbuh 1. A large metallic object clunked him on the head and leaving him seeing stars. Numbuh 1 rubbed his head, whimpering, and tried to clear his vision. He became fully conscious again and looked at his discovery. A sewer lid hatch behind the poster had come crashing down from behind the Yipper poster. He stretched up to get a better view and crawled into a tube inside. Numbuh 2's fly suit (from operation T.H.E. F.L.Y.) was hanging on a hook on his left. Straight ahead there was an opening to the outside, just big enough for Numbuh 2 to launch from with the suit. Numbuh 1 was shaking with anger and screamed at the top of his lungs,

"THAT'S IT! THE KIDS GLOVES...are on!"

That night, Numbuh 1 slept over with Numbuh 2 again, but this time he made sure he didn't fall asleep. He pinched himself; hit himself, anything to stay awake. And it was worth it, for soon enough Numbuh 2's pajamas hit the ground again. Numbuh 1 stood still because he knew Numbuh 2 was checking if he was sleeping. After a minute or two of waiting, Numbuh 1 threw off his sheets and pressed a button on his boots, turning them into rockets. He flew up to Numbuh 2's bed and zoomed into the hatch before it slammed shut. He shot into the tube and saw the fly suit was already gone. He saw Numbuh 2 buzzing off into the distance and jetted off the launch site after him.

Numbuh 2 flew super fast, like he knew Numbuh 1 was following him. He stayed close but Numbuh 1 kept a safe distance away to avoid being discovered. They flew straight for about an hour until Numbuh 2 began a descent with Numbuh 1 following suit. He was heading for an extremely ancient, damaged-looking building. It leaned to one side slightly and most of the windows had gigantic cracks. The bricks weren't painted and were left a dismal stone gray. Numbuh 2 slowed down as he landed and stood on a wide ledge of one of the windows. Numbuh 1 hid on a branch nearby and looked with his binoculars. He saw Numbuh 2 tap on the window in a rhythmic pattern and someone opened it. He began talking to the person but Numbuh 1 couldn't hear anything they were saying. He couldn't even see them but then Numbuh 2 went in and Numbuh 1 saw a silhouette of the person. He adjusted the binoculars to get a better look. When he did, he froze in shock.

"I-I can't believe it!" he shout whispered, "So that's it!"

It was about 4 a.m. when Numbuh 2 came home. He landed at his platform and but his fly suit back on the hook. He had just enough strength to push the hatch open and let himself fall into his bed, his feet on the pillow and his head quite comfortable for some reason. He was barely awake but faintly heard a voice say,

"Rough night, eh?"

"Tell me about it," he answered drowsily. His eyes shot open and he looked up. He had been resting his head on Numbuh 1's lap! All the color drained from his face.

"Out late again, Numbuh 2?" he said slyly and seriously.

"W-w-w-w-well, I-I-I-I-I w- I- I was just—," stammered Numbuh 2.

"Save it," said Numbuh 1 coldly. "I know what's going on, Numbuh 2?"

"What, but I—" stuttered Numbuh 2 again slinking away from his leader.

"ENOUGH WITH THE LYING!" Numbuh 2 cringed in fear; "I FOLLOWED YOU OUT TONIGHT AND I NOW WANT THE TRUTH!" screamed Numbuh 1 so loudly the room shook. Numbuh 2 was curled into a defensive position and trembling with his teeth chattering and whimpering like a puppy.

Numbuh 1 softened his voice. "Numbuh 2, I'm sorry."

Numbuh 2 peeked out from his defensive position, while Numbuh 1 continued. "I saw you with someone..." Numbuh 2's fear left him and curiosity replaced it. "Who was that?"

Numbuh 2 didn't respond. Instead he grabbed his backpack and took out a small brown leather book. There were two letters on it, "A" and "H", in an airplane shaped frame. Numbuh 1 stared curiously as a soft whisper escaped Numbuh 2's lips.

"My greatest secret."

Author note: I came up with that "kid gloves are on" line by myself, thank you! Final chap's on its way. And I'm thinking about a sequel. But you'll find out what Numbuh 2's been up to next chapter. I've got to go to bed. Read and review! 200 hits plus 1 review equals angry author!