Disclaimer: I do not own KND and I never will.

I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY! I need to update more! This is only short too! :(

Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 3: The Kellie Beatles Detective Agency

The day continued with the same routine of Celeste avoiding Harry, who never noticed a thing. Kellie has suggested that she and Celeste work on their history project. Although the assignment was the main goal, Kellie also saw this as an opportunity to find out what was happening. She had said this to Melissa, Thomas and Truman, who had agreed. She thought she could figure out if something else was happening to Celeste, something the girl was hiding.

"So what do you want to do the project on?" Kellie asked as she walked down the street with Celeste.

Celeste didn't answer and kept staring straight ahead. Probably lost in thought, Kellie assumed. She asked the question again and received no answer. She tapped the spy on the arm, obtaining her attention this time.

"Sorry, did you say something?" Celeste blinked a couple of times to make sure she still wasn't daydreaming.

"I asked you what we were going to do our project on," Kellie repeated.

"Oh… You can pick if you want," Celeste offered. They had to do a comparison between what a country was like one hundred years ago compared recent times.

Kellie's eyes lit up. "I'd rather do Australia. I learnt a lot about Japan from my grandparents when I was little, on my mum's side. I never hear anything from my dad about Australia. Whose place will we go to?"

"Mine's closer, so how about we go there?" Celeste proposed.

Kellie nodded. "I'll just call my parents."

They kept strolling as Kellie rung up her parents. They instantly agreed as long as she didn't stay too late. A few minutes later, the duo arrived at Celeste's house. It was quite large and beautiful. There was a concrete driveway which had a silver car parked to one side. The garden had red roses around the edge with a tall tree to the right side. There were a couple of stairs leading up to the front door. The house itself was made of bricks and was two storeys high, not including the attic on top.

"Wow, I just realised it's been ages since I've been here," remembered Kellie as she sniffed some roses. "It always looks amazing."

Celeste smiled at the compliment. "Thanks, dad's working on my sisters', my brother's and my rooms at the moment."

'Yes, I got her to smile!' Kellie thought, grinning. Celeste hadn't smiled all day, or all yesterday evening, for that matter. Kellie couldn't stand it when her friend's weren't smiling, so she did all she could to make sure they did.

As they stepped inside, there was a loud crashing sound. They all turned to the staircase on the right where a little boy of about nine was standing next to a broken vase. He was attempting to clean it up when he saw Celeste and Kellie in the doorway. His eyes widened and he dropped the pieces of glass he was holding before falling to his knees in front of Celeste.

"Please don't tell mum, sis!" He pleaded.

Celeste smirked. "Okay, Allen… But you have to do my chores for a whole month."

"Sure, I'll do anything you want! Bye sis, see you later!" Allen ran upstairs, dodging the broken glass.

"Why are we still standing here?" Kellie inquired.

Celeste smirked. "Wait for it..."

Kellie followed Celeste's gaze and started looking at the stairs. In a few seconds, there was the sound of feet running down the stairs. Allen stopped at the bottom step and gave a sheepish grin to his sister. He kneeled down and picked up a piece of glass.

"You wanted me to clean it, didn't you?"

"Of course." Celeste tugged on Kellie's sleeve and dragged her upstairs. Celeste's room was the second on the left. The front was decorated with red, black and white spirals, hiding the brown wood underneath. Celeste opened the door and stepped inside the red, black and white themed room. Kellie didn't bother looking around as she had already seen it countless times.

"Just put your bag on the bed. I'll go get some cookies from downstairs." Celeste grinned at Kellie before running into the hallway.

Kellie didn't hesitate and decided to search the room. She thought she might find a clue that indicated what had happened. Firstly, she searched the desk and drawers but all she found was study notes, pens, books and old birthday cards. She was about to dig into Celeste's bag when she spotted something under some papers on the desk. She took it out and realised what it was: a diary. The front was black with the word JOURNAL in red. She opened it, but didn't read it, respecting her friend's privacy. She was onto the sixth page when something fell out. She reached down and picked it up, realising it was a note. She quietly read the contents.

Celeste,

Stay away from Harry, or he'll be taken away from you.

Kellie was absolutely furious at whoever wrote the note. 'Why would someone want Celeste to stay away from Harry? Celeste never did anything to anyone, as far as I know.'

"I have the cookies! I snatched some soda too."

Kellie hastily stuffed the paper into her pocket. "Cool, let's get started."

"Who? What? When? Where? Why?" Thomas yelled.

Kellie cringed and wiped some spit off of her face. She had just told Thomas about the anonymous note. She would have told him earlier, but Celeste was with her at every break time. Thomas had football practice at the same time she had cheerleading practice, so she took the opportunity to tell him when they finished. They went to the park so nobody would hear them.

"I don't know," Kellie replied. "The note didn't say who it was from. At least we know why Numbuh 58's avoiding him now. The note was on the same date as when Numbuh 361 told us about drama."

"So we have a 'when' and 'what,' now we just need 'where,' 'who,' and 'why,'" Thomas summarised.

Kellie twirled a little bit of her hair. "I'd say the note was slipped in through the slot in her locker. There's our 'where.'"

"Right... When are we going to tell Numbuh 52 and Numbuh 40?" Thomas questioned, suddenly thinking of their fellow teammates.

"Hey, I have a great idea!" Kellie stood up with her wrist raised in the air, completely ignoring Thomas and his question. The swing she was sitting on swung backwards before she caught the chain and propped her leg on the seat.

"...And that is?" Thomas was slightly scared. Kellie's ideas weren't exactly... Boy friendly.

"We're going to become detectives!" Kellie's eyes were now shining in excitement.

"No, please no, no, no, no, no, no!" Thomas begged to whoever would listen to him.

"To the new clothes store downtown!" Kellie grabbed the horrified Thomas and ran down the street.

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