Author's Note: I didn't expect to finish this one so quickly! But this idea had been playing in my head for a few days. And hey, sol! Glad you liked that filler. Don't worry about not getting back to me. I dunno why I thought PMing here was effective, lol. Welcome back! I've been dying for more content (but who isn't). So hope you decided which story is worth your time the most, I'll be there for it.

Summary: They didn't always see eye-to-eye, but sometimes Rachel and Chad compromised. And compromise? It lead to compromising positions.


Father wasn't home. The Delightful Teens' mansion was littered with hundreds of teenagers: the Teen Ninjas, the friends of the ninjas, friends of friends. In an attempt to be once again accepted by their fellow age group, the Delightfuls had been manipulated for the use of their home for a party venue.

The music boomed on the main floor, the heavy bass compensating for all the other noise the guests had created–the basketball team sliding down the grand staircase in a series of races with the nerds who had gone wild, the cheers of those playing drinking games, the occasional rumbles of teenagers involved in drama… The party was not getting tamer anytime soon. The music reverberated, even to the mansion's south wing.

In Father's office were two blonds who snuck their way in, taking advantage of the homeowner's absence and the panic of his children trying and failing to shoo everyone away. The older one grumbled in discontent. Chad wished he could've gotten a mixed soda or two. He wondered if Rachel knew that mixing ten percent of pleasure with ninety percent of business wasn't detrimental to anyone, but he doubted that when she pulled him by the arm on their way here.

"You're a square, McKenzie," he murmured flatly.

"Gee, I haven't heard that one before," Rachel snorted. "Let's get copies of the files the TND wanted and you can do whatever you want when we're done here."

"What about you?" Chad's voice lowered as he sat his butt down on the desk. He watched her scour Father's cabinets in the darkness with her phone's flashlight (they couldn't have anyone, especially the Delightfuls know they were here, after all). Rachel rolled her eyes at his effort at helping her find what they needed. As his former Global Tactical Officer, she was used to getting dumped with the work he didn't want to do anyway.

"What about me?"

"You staying around for when Father comes back and loses his shit over his trashed mansion?" Chad let out a snicker at the memory of the previous mashed potato incident a few years back. He almost wished he was involved in that, instead of spending his time trying to impress and woo Stacey.

"Language," she scolded, kneeling down to lower herself for the bottom filing cabinet. Rachel considered his words. She would honestly rather be at home watching Doctor Time Space reruns instead of spending any more time with these savages, especially in their current states. Entertaining the conversation anyway, she continued after a few seconds, "…and to answer your question, I'm not sure. Why? Any reason I should stay?"

He rolled his eyes. "Just to chill out and have fun, like a normal teenager. Even Fanny, hell–even Drilovsky, are downstairs. Stop acting delightfulized."

Rachel turned around to glare at him. "I do not act delightfulized! I just don't care about getting wild."

"Rachel McKenzie getting wild. Now that's a sight I'd pay a million dollars to see," Chad said cheekily.

"Don't count on it, Dickson."

His expression faltered and he tried to appeal to her inner teenager. "C'mon. I'm serious. We all know how you get when you don't take a minute to just breathe for a second. It's been a super long year and being class president isn't a joke. I get that it's probably half as tough as being Supreme Leader, but I also owe you a drink for everything I've put you through since we were ten."

Rachel flashed her light to his features, scanning his eyes to see if they matched the seeming genuineness of his words. She smiled, a feat Chad always liked and admired about her, and he returned the gesture. "Fine… I'll hold you to that. I'll stay until Father lights at least one of the ninja vehicles on fire… ugh. Peer pressure! Look what you've done to me."

Chad grinned at his small influence he had over her. "Hey! Who knows. I might need someone to make sure I'm not making an ass out of myself tonight."

"Oh, don't worry about that. You already do that on the daily without any effort," she replied as she snuck her tongue out at him.

"Wow! You would be so demoted if I were still your Supreme Leader, talking to me like that," Chad teased. His eyes narrowed playfully.

"Like you could've found someone better to be your right-hand girl."

He didn't think he could, if he were being completely honest with himself. Chad wouldn't ever disclose that fact with her to avoid the mushiness, of course, and let Rachel continue her search.

She moved to his space and happily rummaged through Father's desk until she found what she was looking for: a blue folder. Rachel always loved the thrill of an infiltration, and she wished she hadn't taken being a field agent for granted before taking the position of Supreme Leader. Desk work be damned, though ironically, they were at a desk.

The doorknob of Father's office jiggled and both teenagers were caught in alarm.

"You didn't lock the door?" Rachel whispered in panic.

If Chad felt any nervousness at all, it didn't show on his face. Instead, he displayed a hint of irritation for their interrupted banter. "I thought you did!"

A crack of light entered the room and Chad jumped to enter Rachel's personal space in an instant. With his hands on her waist and pressing her against Father's work space, he locked his lips with hers. Rachel stiffened in response, not knowing how to properly react to the sudden intimacy of the action. All she knew was that she felt heat, and he knew what he was doing.

It was a convincing show for whoever was at the other end.

Chad pulled away, turning to the intruder at the door. Three was a crowd. "Do you mind? All the other rooms were taken–"

The girl at the entrance of the office blinked her eyes to see her predecessors in their old organization in this compromising position. Numbuh 274 was entangled with Numbuh 362, who looked dumbstruck with her flushed expression. She immediately closed the door within seconds, but they heard her low departing words, "Numbuh 5 didn't see nothing!"

Maurice was going to get a kick out of this... but not before Chad got smacked with a thick portfolio.