Disclaimer: I don't own KND.

Welcome back to my continuing series of EYEs. The truth behind it all. (AH, a deep Numbuh 2 pun, help me!)

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Numbuh 1

I walk up to the podium as I prepare to brief my colleagues of the upcoming mission. I skim through my notes while we wait for the arrival of Numbuh 86 as she will be accompanying us on this mission.

I adjust my sunglasses to cover my eyes before I lift my head to face the team. They also look up from their seats below and view me in my emotionless glory. I look into their eyes and I see that they deem me as someone who is confident, assured, and most of all, trustworthy. Oh, how sometimes I wish they knew the truth.

They don't know how frantic I get before a mission. For the few minutes I have waiting for them, I spend every one of them thinking of every possible way the mission could go wrong- Murphy's Law installed. I think about how dangerous it is and the many opportunities that occur that could get my team hurt. If any one of them was to come to harm in any way, it would all be on my shoulders. I couldn't bear the guilt that came from one of my friends. God, I'm such a worry-wart. I'm terrified of the missions.

But what if they did know my feelings? They couldn't know my feelings. They'd lose their trust in me. I would not put my team under the danger of someone I could not trust with their safety. The mission would fail. All our missions would fail. The team work that flows through Sector V depends on the trust that my fellow operatives have in each other- in me. A loss of that degree is inexcusable as an officer in my position. Inexcusable.

And yet, through every mission that I've spent panicking, we've come out on top. Rarely there was a time when Sector V didn't complete the mission with flying colors. Maybe there's hope for us yet.

But there's always been hope. There's always some level of uncertainty that lingers in the doorway- the doorway of opportunity. The monsters may call my name, but with my team, I can do anything.

"What are you doin' ya stoopid boy? Get on weth et!" came the well known Irish accented voice.

My father always said I did thrive under pressure.

I once again adjusted my glasses and began to speak, never really confident about what lay ahead. But forever willing to try it.

Believe it or not, there is actually a moral to this story. Now if only I could do this in English class, maybe I'd get a good grade. Lol.