Disclaimer: I do not own KND, otherwise Lizzie would be at the bottom of the ocean right now.

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This chapter is pretty much pointless except for the first few lines and the end. I just wanted to feature Truman in there more. Enjoy!

Chapter 4: Deductions

"Have you planted it?"

"Yes, I have. Everything should run without a hitch."

"Good girl."

"Thank you, Father."

Thomas stomped his way to school, slightly annoyed. It had been a day since Kellie had told him about Celeste's note and told him that they would become detectives. She had said that they would spy on both Celeste and Harry the whole day when they could so they could figure out who wrote the note and why. She had rung Melissa and Truman as well so they had more eyes. Eight eyes were always better than just four.

"Numbuh 80!" someone squealed from behind him.

Recognising the voice, Thomas spun around and prepared for the hug that was about to hit him. "Hey, Numbuh 43..."

Kellie let go of the boy and frowned. "You seem so unenthusiastic. What's wrong?"

"Are you sure this spying crud is a good idea?" Thomas knew Kellie would say it was, but he had to ask.

"Yes! Don't you want to know what's happening? The note said that Numbuh 361 would be taken away from Numbuh 58, right? We need to find out who would want Numbuh 58 to stay away from Harry and why they wanted her to," Kellie answered. She had echoed exactly what Thomas had thought she would say.

"Fine, but do you really need the coat?" Thomas looked Kellie up and down.

Kellie inspected herself intently. She was wearing a green trench coat that went just below her knees. Underneath she was wearing her normal green top and yellow skirt but with stockings instead of socks. She shook her head when she had finished.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Never mind."

Kellie skipped in front of him and entered the school grounds, her black hair flying back in the wind. She stopped a metre away from the gate and called out to him. He grumbled and dragged his bag along the pavement. It was embarrassing for him to be seen with a girl pretending to be a detective, but he didn't like seeing her upset. Besides, he wanted to know about Celeste and Harry as well.

They were met by Melissa and Truman who didn't say anything about Kellie's new attire. They all agreed that Kellie and Thomas were in charge of Celeste at breaks while Melissa and Truman would take care of Harry. They couldn't do anything about class time, so they decided to go on as normal. The school bell rang and they started their normal routine with hidden goals in mind.

Truman had English with Celeste first so he sat next to her. Nothing happened, but he noticed that she seemed more aware of her surroundings. He realised that he would be too if he was told to stay away from someone by an unknown person. He didn't know whether to question her or not, but made up his mind when the teacher ducked out of the room to pick up some papers from the front office.

"Numbuh 58, why are you avoiding Numbuh 361?" He didn't beat around the bush, choosing to skip straight to the point.

Celeste gave Truman a weird stare. "I'm not, why would you think that?"

Truman left it at that, he had all the information he needed for the moment. He continued to complete his work in silence, not bothering Celeste for the rest of the lesson. As soon as the bell rang, he met up with Kellie, who he had Geography with next. They began walking through the halls to their classroom as they shared their information.

"Any news?" she asked.

"I didn't really get anything out of her. I asked her why she was avoiding Numbuh 361 and she denied having done anything," Truman replied.

"Well, now we know that she won't come clean about it. Wait, what does that prove?" Kellie stopped dead in her tracks in front of the geography room.

Truman shrugged. "I don't know, it just seemed relevant at the time. Doesn't matter, Numbuh 80 has math with her and Numbuh 361."

Kellie clutched her books tighter around her chest as she started pacing, much to the other students' displeasure. "He's not going to do anything, he hates my idea. He always hates my ideas."

"No, he doesn't always hate them," Truman reassured.

"Yes he does, he always complains and complains and complains and complains..."

Truman persistently listened to the rambling the girl with amusement. He chuckled and had one single thought. 'Is she really that dense?'

By the time lunch rolled around, nothing had really happened and the plan was escalating downwards. Truman and Melissa were sitting on a little hill on the oval and eating their lunch. They were watching Harry play football with his friends. Thomas would normally be with him, but he was spying on Celeste with Kellie.

"This is so boring!" Truman whined. Bits of his sandwich flung out of his mouth and onto the ground.

"Numbuh 52 hears that," Melissa agreed. "By the way, why don't you ever play sport?"

Truman sighed. "Look at me, I'm really scrawny. I'd get pummelled out there." It was true that he definitely wasn't the most athletic person in the world. He was a very slim boy with skinny limbs.

"Aw, don't worry about it. We all have our strengths and weaknesses. Look at Numbuh 43, she's as dense as a rock sometimes but she's a really loyal friend. One's a strength and one's a weakness."

"Right, I see." Truman was about to say something else when he spotted something happening on the other side of the field. "Hey, what's going on over there?"

Melissa followed Truman's pointed finger to see Harry talking to a familiar girl. She was giggling to everything he said and was standing quite close to him. The two observers exchanged worried glances as the answer suddenly dawned on them. They quickly threw away their rubbish and ran to the quadrangle. Kellie and Thomas were sitting on the stairs watching Celeste read at a table.

Thomas saw Truman and Melissa first. "What's wrong?"

"We know... Who sent... the note," Truman panted.

"Really? Who?" Kellie was extremely excited at the new development.

"Anne-Marie."

There was a dead silence among them after Melissa's blunt answer. The sound of children laughing had been tuned out by the awkward atmosphere. Kellie's jaw was hanging so low that a giant spider could make a web there without any problems. Finally, a cheer shriek ended the tension.

"Yeah! One point for the Kellie Beatles Detective Agency!" Kellie cheered.

Thomas rested his head in his right palm. "She named us..."

"Why did she do it though?" Kellie wondered.

"Probably because she likes Numbuh 361 or something like that," Melissa deducted. "She definitely looked like she was flirting with him. I have drama after lunch, so I can see more closely there."

'Why? Why are they doing this?'

Celeste slammed her book closed, not caring if she crinkled the page. She had seen Melissa and Truman run across the quadrangle to Thomas and Kellie. They weren't too far away, so she could still hear some of their conversation. She had listened in and realised what they were doing. She knew they were only worried about her, but the more she listened, the worse she felt. However, something Truman had said was repeating in the back of her head.

"We know... Who sent... the note."

"We know... Who sent... the note."

Her eyes widened and she searched her bag clumsily. She took out her journal and hurriedly flipped the pages. When she turned the page to the entry from three nights ago, she felt a pang in her stomach. Her note was gone, but how?

"Just put your bag on the bed. I'll go get some cookies from downstairs."

She grasped the fact that Kellie had most probably searched her room when she was downstairs. She had told the others about it and they had figured out that Anne-Marie was responsible. Although it was an invasion of her privacy, it wasn't the thing she was the most peeved about.

'Anne-Marie... I've known Numbuh 361 for years and then she comes along and wrecks everything.'

Noticing the tears welling up in her eyes, she ran in the direction of the bathroom. She ran inside the last stall and sat on the toilet seat. She lifted her feet onto the seat and cried into her knees until the bell rang.

Dun, dun, DUN! Celeste isn't the sector's spy for nothing! Review and tune in next time! :D