Note to readers; I do not own any rights to the KND. And no matter how much I wish I owned Numbuh 4 I do not. (Hugs Numbuh 4. He wiggles free and runs away.) I apologize in advance to all you fan girls who hate Lizzie and wish she never existed. You'll all like me later though ;) This is also my first attempt to add song lyrics to the end of a chapter. So if it looks funny, please forgive me. The song is "Anchor" by Lifehouse, BTW.


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[Kids Next Door Mission]-

Operation: C.R.U.S.H.







The choir of power tools echoed throughout the tree house. Five bodies harmoniously working together, creating a new masterwork of 2x4 technology. Music to the ears of Numbuh 1, who stood at a podium studying the blueprints that Numbuh 2 had drawn up earlier. The plans where coming together nicely. The chubby pilot stood on top of the discarded mini-van they had found at the dump, spot welding a ceiling fan to the roof. Numbuh 4 grunted loudly, hefting a toilet to the open side door where Numbuh 3 helped him lift the porcelain fixture into the vehicle interior. Numbuh 5 stood behind the van sawing off the rear bumper to make room for the tail and back rotor made from some plastic tubing, the wing of an airplane and an oscillating fan.

"Good work team," Numbuh 1 complemented, "At this pace we should be finished by the end of the week."

"Maybe sooner." Numbuh 2 commented, testing the van's new helicopter blades.

Numbuh 1 placed his hand to his chin, thinking.

"That depends on how long it will take to install the inner and outer hydraulics. Perhaps if we---"


The shrill interrupting cry pierced the air and sent sharp chills down the other four operatives' spines.

"Nigel! Are you up there!?" It called again.

"Aw man," Groaned Numbuh 4. "It's Kissy Lizzie."

Numbuh 1 walked out to the balcony and peered over the railing to the ground below. There she was, fiery hair tied back in tight twin braids, sunshine glowing off her glasses as she waved up at him. Her smiling face beaming brightly now that he was in view.

There you are." She smiled. Wiggling her fingers at him playfully. "Hi!" She batted her eyes at him flirtatiously. Confusion washed over his face.

"Lizzie, what are you doing here?" His voice squeaked.

"We have a date today, remember?" She held up the rather large picnic basket that was weighing down her arm.

"We do?" He words cracked with uncertainty. His thoughts searching through his head with the panicked realization that he must have forgotten. He flashed his girlfriend a bemused grin, his heart fluttering in his chest. "Oh dear." He mumbled under his breath.

"That Lizzie sure has been coming around here a lot lately." Numbuh 2 whispered to the others behind their leader's back.

"Numbuh 5 thinks Lizzie set up this date wit out tellin' Numbuh 1 first." The dark girl speculated looking over the British boy's faltering expression.

Numbuh 1 turned to his crew, having overheard all they had said.

"Don't be ridiculous." He scolded, still searching his thoughts. "It must have slipped my mind." He turned back to the balcony.

"Are you coming down or not?" Lizzie insisted from the ground, her face showing a growing annoyance.

"Well, you see Lizzie, we, we're sort of in the middle of a, well---" He stammered, rubbing the back of his head nervously. His teammates sighed with frustration. It was only when Lizzie was around that Numbuh 1 faltered this much. It was embarrassing watching him babble like an idiot trying to communicate with the imposing girl.

"Nigel Uno, are you trying to back out of our date so you can hang out with your stupid friends?" She accused, glaring up at him.

"No! No, I uh, well---" He flustered and laughed nervously. She tapped her foot waiting for a straight answer. "The guys and I, we're kind of busy---" He stretched the last syllable as he hunted through his brain for a better backup for his excuse, his eyes rolling around listlessly, his image as a commander crumbling away by the second.

"Please Nigie." She pouted sweetly. Her eyes huge behind her round lenses. "For me?"

His lips contorted into a soft smile. He sighed, defeated by the pull on his heartstrings. That look in her eyes got him every time.

"Alright," he subsided, "I'm coming."

"Aww, Nigie Wygie's goin' onna datey watey." Numbuh 4 teased from behind.

"Numbuh 1's a ladies man." Numbuh 2 joined in. The two snickered and made kissy faces. Taunting their love struck friend whilst basking in their own immaturity. One flashed them both stern glances but his seriousness was hindered by his blushing face.

"Man, he is so whipped." Numbuh 4 chortled.

"I think it's romantic that Numbuh 1 has a girlfriend." Numbuh 3 swooned. "I wish I had a boyfriend." She looked to the boys expectantly, batting her eyes like lusty women did in movies.

Numbuh 2 gulped and began to back away slowly until turning on his heals and hiding behind the half-completed minivan-copter. Numbuh 4 looked up at the flirting girl wide-eyed and perturbed. The most unusual sound escaped him, a long drawn out noise somewhere between a squeak and a moan. He then followed Numbuh 2's example and ran away.

"You guys can handle the rest of this without me can't you?" Numbuh 1 addressed the group as he made his way to the exit.

"Sure thing Numbuh 1." Numbuh 2 gave him a thumbs- up from behind the flying machine.

"I'll see you later then." The Brit waved to his comrades, leaving the room. Numbuh 5 cocked an eye at his smiling face and took off after him, leaving Numbuh 3 alone with the two boys watching her cautiously from their hiding spots.


"Ya'll coulda told her no, ya know."

Numbuh 1 stopped in the middle of the hall and turned to Numbuh 5 who was catching up with him. He resumed walking as she reached his side.

"We woulda backed you up."

"I supposed so Numbuh 5." He answered. "But it would have been rude to Lizzie."

"Numbuh 5 an the otha's don like that Lizzie. She always bargin' in, makin' you go on dates wit her."

"I have the right to a life outside the tree house, Numbuh 5." He narrowed his eyes at her.

"We fine wit dat." She said. "It just dat Lizzie seems ta be taking up most a that life. And b'sides, we don't like da way she treatin' you. Always orderin' you around like you was a dog or somethin'."

"Our relationship is nothing like that!" Numbuh 1 protested, looking quite offended.

"NIGEL! What's taking you so long?!" Lizzie's screech rang through the halls. "Get down here! NOW!"

Numbuh 5 looked to One with smug eyes. His face went neutral as he continued to the stairs, slightly faster.

"I have no qualms about yours and the others' personal lives. I'd prefer it if you'd not make fun of mine."

"Sorry." The capped girl slipped her hands into her pockets. "We don't have a problem with you havin' a girlfriend. We just think you can do better then Lizzie. She been pullin' you away from plannin' missions wit us, treatin' you like she own you. It's been gettin' in the way of all our Kids Next Door business."

Numbuh 1 silently took in her criticism as they reached the ground floor house.

"Any of the otha's could tell you the same thang." She continued, "We need you ta be our leader. She need you ta be her boyfriend. It's just gonna get harder fo' you ta be both. Numbuh 5 just worried, that's all."

"You have no need to be concerned Numbuh 5." Numbuh 1 stated. "I'm perfectly capable of keeping my life in order. I'm in complete control." He opened the front door and was suddenly greeted by a yellow blur's embrace.

"It's about time." Lizzie chirped, tightly hugging Numbuh 1, who threatened to topple over under her weight so suddenly thrust upon him.

"Nice to see you too Lizzie." He managed to wheeze with the limited breath he had. She released him and held up her large picnic basket. "Come on Nigel, I know a really romantic spot in the park for us to have our picnic." She took him the arm and proceeded to drag him away from the tree house.

"See you later Numbuh 5!" He called out as he was carted away, peddling his legs to get to his feet and keep up with his skipping girlfriend.

Numbuh 5 watching the happy couple leave, shaking her head and rolling her eyes, before heading back into the house, closing the door behind her.


The afternoon was warm and peaceful. The soft breeze danced through tree branches and blades of grass kowtow sweetly in waves. Patrons of the park passed through without incident, paying no attention to the young couple sitting on the hill beneath the flowering tree. Lizzie slid closer to Nigel, gently brushing her shoulder against his, His attention was engrossed on the view, he could see the entirety of the park from here. She placed her hand on his arm and stroked it lovingly. He watched children play Frisbee and soccer in the vast fields, carefree and happy. She took his hand in hers and placed it on her cheek breathing out a deep sigh. He wondered if this was a good spot to place some surveillance equipment, it was the best vantage point overseeing the entire park. She whispered sweet nothings in his ear. He lifted his eyebrows and turned to her. She smiled timidly and offered him a chocolate-covered strawberry. He nodded acceptingly and was suddenly confronted with the small fruit being shoved into his mouth. She commented on how nice a day it was. He climbed the tree they were sitting under. She frowned and asked him to pick some flowers for her. He shrugged and plucked some blossoms from the branches, jumped from the tree and presented her with the bouquet. She swooned and asked him to put them in her hair. He complied, letting her sit in his lap. She leaned back, feeling his hands caress her locks. He asked if they could go to the playground. She said yes, as long as he agreed to push her on the swings.


There was a light chill in the wind as they walked down the beach. The moist sand shifted underfoot. They walked slowly hand in hand, smiling at each other. The waves crashed with soft rumbles, sweeping shining grains into its vast expanse. They sat a few feet from the tide break and stared up at the sky.

"Isn't the moon romantic Nigel?" Lizzie inquired.

"Mmhm." Her beau mumbled back. She took his arm and hugged it.

"The way it reflects off the water."


She snuggled closer to him.

"You look so handsome with it shinning off your glasses, and your eyes---and your head." She traced her finger around on his smooth scalp. "Doesn't the moon make me look pretty?"


He continued staring off into the night sky, his eyes steady and focused. She laid her head on his shoulder. Still petting his skin, pale-rose and baby soft.

"Nigel, what are you thinking?"

Behind his shades Nigel's eyes shifted to meet hers. His face remained stern and pensive.

"Nothing." He sighed and lowered his head.

That was a lie, and she knew it. But whether she did or not, he still didn't want to talk about it. It would upset her, and today was too perfect to ruin now with thoughts he couldn't help but have.

"Aww, please Nigel. You can tell me."

Those eyes, those huge incredibly saccharinely pitiful pleading eyes. Those beautiful puppy-dog eyes that reduced his resolve to jelly, that made him feel a wonderful kind of queasy, that he could never say no to.

"I was thinking about my friends."

Lizzie's sweet fa├žade suddenly vanished, her enormous eyes narrowing, her lips tightening.

"Why are you thinking about *them* on *our* date?" She asked sternly.

He shank back, he knew she would react this way. For some reason she despised his friends and in turn, they loathed her.

"I can't help it." He stammered, "I worry about them when I'm not there."

"I'm sure your dumb little friends can manage without you." She dismissed curtly. His face faltered, he wanted to believe her but for some reason that statement did not sit well with him.

"I guess so," he nervously drawled. The still angry look on her face told him that his words failed to sate her.

"Nigie, a date is when two people who love each other spend time together and it's just them." Her face shifted to a look of insecurity. She took his hand in hers. "And all they think about is each other."

Using his free hand, Nigel gently brushed a fresh tear from Lizzie's cheek. An apologetic smile on his face as he placed his hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I didn't mean to upset you."

She smiled and hugged his arm again. But he continued talking.

"It's just that, as Kids Next Door leader I have many important duties. I can't help but think about them."

She slowly pulled away from him and started drawing with her finger in the sand.

"But not more important then me, right?" She fluttered her lashes at him expectantly .

"Of course not." He said, patting her on the back. She smiled. "You're both equally important." Her smile faded. He looked at what she was doodling in the sand. A large heart with the words, "N+L 4ever" written inside.

"Let's talk about us." She said, laying her head back down on his shoulder.

"Alright." He watched her face. She took his arm and wrapped it around her like a scarf.

"Would you do anything for me?" she asked.

"I guess I would." He shrugged.

"Really?" She placed her arms around his neck.

"Yeeeeah." He dragged the word with a large hint of uncertainty.

"Would you--- maybe---leave the Kids Next Door? ---For me?"

He froze. His wide eyes perking up from behind his sunglasses, petrified with surprise. Did she mean that literally or was it more of a rhetorical question? He had never thought of it before, never. He loved Lizzie, of course he did, but leave the Kids Next Door? He couldn't bear to let those five words enter his mind, it stabbed though him like a cold dread. He couldn't dare look her in the eyes now.

"Well?" She barked at him awaiting his answer.

Dizzy with emotions, mute with fear, his loyalties ripping his heart in twain. He could feel the heat of her impatience starting to build. His body still unwilling, he forced himself to speak.

"I, I couldn't." He choked, accent quivering. "I could never."

"You wouldn't?" She sounded surprised. "But Nigel, boyfriends are supposed to give up things for their girlfriends."

"Are, are you serious?" He stuttered.

"Well, I'd like it if you did." She made her voice cutesy and coy.

He pulled away from her, standing up, flailing his arms in grand gestures.

"I thought you were being hypothetical!"

His throat seized up in shock, he couldn't speak anymore. He couldn't think of what to say next anyway, nor could his mind sort though all the emotions he was feeling.

She ran to him and tightly gripped him in her arms. His body shook with every breath.

"I'm so sorry Nigie!" She pleaded, "I didn't mean to make you mad. Please don't be angry at me!"

His breathing steadied and he gently returned her embrace. The night wind blew past them, rippling their clothes. The tide was slowly rising.

"It's alright." His charming voice sighed. "I'm not mad at you."

She stopped sniffling and looked at him with large moist eyes. He smiled, glad to see her no longer upset. It hurt him so much to see her unhappy. Especially if it was he who inadvertently hurt her feelings.

"You're not mad?" She let her head lay on his chest.

"No." He placed his hand on the back of her head. "I was just--- surprised, by what you asked."

"But you're not leaving them?" She asked, listening to his steady heartbeat.

"I can't. My work there is far too important." He lifted her chin with his finger so that they were looking each other in the eyes through shining lenses. "Remember, I fight as a Kid Next Door to protect the freedom of kids everywhere. And that includes you." They smiled at each other.

"Oh Nigel," She swooned, "You're so heroic."

Their embrace tightened. Young love illuminated in moonlight. The tide breaking softly, taking with it Lizzie's sand carved declaration of love as it receded.

"Nigel?" She whispered.

"Yes?" He murmured, resting his cheek on her head.

"Kiss me."

He lifted his head quickly, staring at her face, his own glassed over with surprise.


Before he could react further her lips fit tightly upon his, they fell to the ground, cushioned by the sand. He struggled under her body, her vacuum of a kiss stealing his breath. Her mouth on his muffling his cries. Her eyes closed, she did not see his face turning blue.

Such ecstasy she was in, his warm lips against hers. She was oblivious to his frantic attempts to push her off him. She finally resigned her forceful osculation and sat in the sand next to his twitching body. He gasped loudly, gulping air in deep breaths, coughing and using his wobbling arms to help himself up. He watched Lizzie in between fits of coughing. Her eyes were glazed as she stared up at the moon, completely unaware of what she had done even with the evident sounds of his aching lungs.

"The moon is so beautiful." She warbled, turning to see her boyfriend, whose face was regaining its normal color. "You remind me of the moon, Nigel. And not just because you're bald and pale."

His breath was back but he was still panting softly, watching her over his askew shades. She looked into his unblocked eyes with romance twinkling in her own. He wore a look of confusion on his face, but that changed not her love- sick smile.

"It's because you're mysterious." She explained lovingly, "Like you have secrets. One day, when we're married, we'll be able to share all our secrets with each other. I dream of that day Nigel."

She leaned towards him, possibly to kiss him again. He drew back fearfully and raised his arm in defense. That is when he noticed his watch.

"Is it that late already?" He asked aloud. Lizzie stopped her advances. "Drat! The others are going to kill me!"

He stood quickly, panic on his face as he dusted the sand from his clothes.

"What's wrong?" Lizzie asked, looking concerned.

"I'm sorry Lizzie." He answered, "I have to go. I have a mission tomorrow and I was supposed to be back at HQ planning for it by now." He started to dart away but found himself stopped by the tug of Lizzie's hand clutching his arm.

"Can't it wait?" She pouted, staring up at him with puppy-dog eyes.

Nigel cringed, he didn't want to have to do this but he had to. But lord, looking into those eyes made it so hard. He adjusted his sunglasses, completely hiding his eyes.

"No, it can't." He pulled his arm from Lizzie's grasp and started to turn away. "I'll see you around." He called, walking away.

She watched as his form became small in the distance until he was completely gone. She then grunted, folding her arms moodily and kicking the sand. There had to be a way she could get him to spend more time with her. The tide by now was high enough to wash past her sneakers and bring cold dampness to her socks. She looked up at the moon and thought about what she could so about this dilemma. He was so close, and yet so far away.


I stand with a blank expression now

and I can't believe myself

will someone tell me how

did I get here

I am walking

changing slowly

I am chasing

climbing closer

I know that I'll never be alone

you will never let me go

you are my anchor

[To Be Continued]