Did i need to do this? No... Am I happy I did it? Pretty much... Are you happy I did this? We'll see. lol.

Some people seemed happy with an idea i continued this, so i decided why not. Here you go, the next step. By the way, in this story, there is hinting at couples and focusing on the couples. Can YOU see which is which? We'll see... Have fun and remember to have fun.

All around the world, and indeed in space as well, children's eyes were fixed to whatever KND TV screen they could glue themselves to. Hushes all around had risen in anticipation of what it was that Numbuh 10, Co-Anchorwoman of the Kids Next Door Nightly News, had to say about her interview with the honored Supreme Leader, Numbuh 362. Numbuh 10 gave a slight flip of her hair before continuing her story, looking to the camera with determined jade eyes. "It has been reported and speculated that our Supreme Leader was planning on leaving we members of the Kids Next Door to decide who would be our new leader after she would be…" a momentary paused took Numbuh 10, along with an unease to the station members around her, "Decommissioned… But I want to set the record straight with that."

"Really? She talked to you about that kind of stuff?" Numbuh 11.0 questioned, turning his chair slightly so he could look at his co-anchor straight on.

Numbuh 10 glanced at her pudgy co-anchor slightly before giving a soft but attracting smile. "Of course. When you get two girls like us together, talking is just bound to happen," a chorus of snickers chimed throughout the studio at Numbuh10's off the cuff joke, even bringing Numbuh 11.0 to hit the table along with a hearty laugh. "But," returning her gaze to the camera, she folded her hands on the news desk before her, which was made from a wooden door that still had a knob in it, "all seriousness now. Our most powerful, cool, and all around awesomely awesome Supreme Leader had told me that such a worry won't be put down on any of us when she unfortunately is decommissioned."

"Well then what'll happen?" Numbuh 11.0 asked curiously, his coal eyes hungry with intrigue.

"I'm glad you asked, 11.0. You see, our Supreme Leader, Numbuh 362—"

The door to Rachel's privet office opened slowly as Rachel, fixing her decretive leader helmet on to her head, bounded out with her usual commanding stature into the metallic hall way of the Moon Base. As she walked the cool hallway of the Moon Base, she noted a lack of rushing operatives in the hall ways; but not only that, there wasn't anyone other then her in the hallway. Her steps came to a halt and she cocked one of her brows up in intrigue. Normally, she enjoyed going down the hallway without anyone pestering her about Father's latest plans, the newest 2x4 tech invention, or someone taking the last slice of pizza unfairly; but normally there would at least be a sound of someone walking about or working in the halls. But, there wasn't anything, only the meek sound of buzzing coming from the lights above her head. "…No one docking in the bay," she muttered with a quick look out the window at the vacant docking bay hatch, "no one laughing in the halls… I don't even hear Fanny yelling at a boy…" she mused to herself, scratching under her chin in thought.

In the midst of her thought a distant chatter came to her ear from further down the hall, in the direction of the cafeteria. She followed the slight chatter through the hallway with curiosity growing at each step. But, before she set foot through the cafeteria's double doors, she halted herself and looked above the door at a black frame, circular clock right above the door frame. Slowly, it came to her what it must've been, melting into a warm smile and dismissive chuckle. "KNN…" remembering the airtime of the show, she opened the double doors to the cafeteria and was welcomed with the sight of hundreds of operatives and scientists gathered around the room, looking to a massive, flat screen TV that was installed into south wall of the cafeteria.

Not a single operative had taken a look at whoever it was that opened the doors, all of which were to fixed on watching the screen and listening to the sound system around the room. Numbuh 362 shrugged and moved to a position off to the side that she could see the screen clearly as well. "Well, won't hurt to watch a little TV…" she admitted to herself mentally, joining everyone else in looking up at the screen.

On the massive screen, the camera was fixed on a stern faced Numbuh 10, holding a hush to all the operatives. "Our Supreme Leader, Numbuh 362—"

"Huh, guess she did use that interview we did—wait… what part is she using…?" slowly, Rachel's composure shriveled up and her eyes grew wide.

"—has informed me that she is, in fact, considering certain operatives to take her place as Supreme Leader after her," Numbuh 10 announced to the camera flatly, striking up a wave of gasps from not only the studio but all throughout the Moon Base, including one from an awestruck Rachel standing off to the side.

"Oh my! Did she say anymore about this?" Numbuh 11.0 pressed, speaking on behalf of all kids watching the show at that moment.

Numbuh 10 replied with a disappointed shake of her head. "No, 11.0. I don't… Our brilliant Supreme Leader was quick enough to cut me off from questioned on that any further," Numbuh 10 smiled at the camera, only this time, no one laughed or anything, all still completely in awe about her previous report. "Anyway, this has been the Nightly News. I'm Numbuh 10," Numbuh 10 tilted her head slightly with a cutesy smile at the camera.

"Oh um, I'm Numbuh 11.0," he shook of his shock and looked to the camera as well, waving slightly with his left hand.

"And remember, stay young," Numbuh 10 signed off before the screen went to a blue screen with the KNN logo in the center of the screen.

A few moments passed before anyone made a move out of their surprise and turned the TV off, starting up whispers amongst the operatives about what they just heard. "Crud... I should've known this'd happen…" Rachel mentally scolded herself before taking in a deep sigh, "well… At least it can't get any—" before she could finish her thought, she felt the room's attention shift at the sound of her exhale of breath, "—worse?"

Every eye was targeted in her direction, eyeing their Supreme Leader down by every inch. Letting an airy laugh escape her now nervously smiling lips, she waved at them ever so slightly. "Hello… Operatives…" she greeted them all, worry barely masked in her tone.

Slowly, the mass of operatives worked their way out of the room, never once breaking their eyes off her for any of them. Rachel remained in place until -what she thought was all but her- was left in the room. Almost immediately following the closing of the double doors of the cafeteria, Rachel exploded out a deep groan and a slump of her shoulders. But before she sunk into her own grief, a familiar friend's voice snapped her back with a simple, "Ye' alright, sir?"

Rachel staggered slightly to retake her usual stature as she looked over to the red haired girl that had walked up to her. "I'm fine, Fanny. Thanks… But why didn't you leave with all the others?" Rachel queered, smirking a little at her Scottish friend.

"Ah, yer' well bein' is more important than any stupid report, sir," Fanny's cheeks flushed slightly in embarrassment and she scrambled to salute her Supreme Leader.

A warm twinge crept up Rachel's back, bringing her to embrace the girl standing before her with a sigh. "Thanks Fanny…"

Reluctant at first, Fanny tapped her palm against Rachel's back as she eased into the hug. "No problem sir… But ah, can I ask ye' something?" taking herself away from her own embrace, Rachel nodded, cueing Fanny to ask her question, "can ye' tell me who you have in mind for leadership?" her question was answered by Rachel groaning and slapping her palm to the bridge of her nose in aggravation. "…Is that a no?"

Sector L, like after every broadcast, had grown into a flurry of praise and congratulations to their reporters that everyone joined in on; except for this time, their leader, Numbuh 10. As her team went into their post-show congratulatory celebrations, Numbuh 10 had slipped out into the main hallway of her tree house. "Riley, you crafty fox, you," whispering to herself, she crossed her arms in front of her green vested chest while looking out into the cool, Louisianan night, "you know just what to say to get everyone riled up."

Content with looking outside the wide hallway window alone, Riley relaxed her shoulders with a warm smile at the cool night life outside, regarding the small twinkles in the sky behind the small, light streams of fading clouds. In the middle of her relishing of the night sky, jade eyes easing softly at the sky above, a small vibration shook the midsection pocket in her woolen vest, snapping her back to earth with a surprised blink. Fishing one of her hands into the pocket, she quickly swiped out a small cell phone and moved it to her eyes, reading the ID on the small screen on the front. Joy quickly consumed her visage as she read the name of the caller and flipped the receiver open and pressed it to the side of her face. "Nigel, how's my favorite cousin?" she chirped sweetly into her phone, starting a small pace down the hallway as she listened to his reply.

A moment passed of her silence before she let out a pleased giggle and sighed pleased. "So you caught tonight's show?" she joked, she knew all to well that Numbuh 1, even before they found out about their relationship, was one of the KNN's top viewers, "…thanks Nigel. I just hope 11.0 can come up with a better past comment after his next report." A dismissive sigh escaped her lips before she answered her own question, "that's not gonna happen though… But hey, that's why I keep him on co-anchor. He's a people person… And I mean, someone's got to think he's funny right?" another smile grew onto her face along with a brow raise; joking with her cousin had started to be a part of her weekly life; much to both their enjoyment.

"Ah… Anyway, you called me for something. So what can I do you for?" as she said that, she couldn't help but think it was a little odd to say that, but brushed it off. "…Uh-huh… Uh, no. I haven't talked to Rachel… why?" Riley's tone started to grow a tad concerned, along with her light red brow furrowing. "…I got the information from an interview we did… No, she didn't say don't tell anyone, so I reported it…" she tried to keep up with what Nigel told her on the other line, but word by word, she started to feel just what was wrong.

"…Aw crud," she groaned, seating herself down on the frame of the window, resting the back of her head on the glass screen. "…No Nigel, you're right. I screwed up! I can only imagine what's happening to Rachel on the Moon Base…" suddenly, a sharp narrow of her jade eyes came across Riley's face and she jumped up onto her feet and away from the window. "I'll make this right… No Nigel, I'll handle it by myself, I made this mess so I need to clean it…" Riley took the phone away from her ear for a second, then grinned brightly while bringing it back to her ear, "but I may call on you later… Don't worry, everything will work out. I'm Numbuh 10; I never screw up… Alright, name another time," Riley snapped back with a scowl, but shook her head.

"Gah, never mind. I'll call you later Nigel; take care," before she could close her phone, she heard a question come over the receiver which made her face go to shocked and ashamed before answering. "Nigel! This isn't the time to ask that! Besides… she didn't say who she had in mind…" letting out a final laugh over the phone, she clicked the phone closed and tucked the small device back into her vest pocket.

Taking a final look out into the cool night, Numbuh 10 moved back to the studio where the rest of her team was still conversing about what they'll do next show. "Sector L, attention!" Riley called out, immediately getting her sector's undivided attention, which made her smirk over how loyal and attentive they were to her, "Team, I'm going to the Moon Base for awhile. I'll be back tomorrow before the show," she directed them in a commanding but friendly tone.

"Who's in charge while you're gone, Numbuh 10?" her co-anchor asked eagerly, over flowing with hope she would pick him.

"I'll only be gone a day…" Riley reiterated with a tad bit of annoyance in her tone, but saw 11.0 had slumped his shoulders defectively, "Buuuut… I guess someone has to be in charge to handle the guy that delivers ice cream rations and answer any calls we get. Soo… Numbuh 11.0, you can be temporary leader," a sigh displayed her attempt to prevent anyone from being upset, but it only lifted her replacement's spirit.

"Thank you sir. And don't worry, I'll anchor our team down while you're gone," he saluted, straining the word anchor which only made the lot of Sector L groan along with Riley.

"Right… I'm already regretting that… See you later team," receiving quick salutes from her team, Riley turned off to the base's docking bay, and to her team's S.C.A.M.P.E.R.. Opening the ship door, she strode in and sat herself down into the driver's seat. In minutes, the S.C.A.M.P.E.R.'s engine's hummed at the ready and prepared to lift off. "…Now how do you drive this thing?" Riley questioned seconds before the thrusters in the back of the S.C.A.M.P.E.R. exploded their force out and fired its way out into the air and away from the Tree House; resounding with it the terrified scream of Numbuh 10.

There you have it, the end to a fun little story... Or at least the chapter, I plan at least two more chapters for this to wrap it all up. And who knows? Maybe Numbuh 10 will end up with someone... Maybe Rachel will... Maybe that piece of ham over there will-Who knows? Well, I do, but I aim for you all to enjoy yourself none the less.

See you in the big times

-Overlord