I won't bore you with details, or anything like that, you clicked here to read about Rachel, and you'll read about Rachel.

DISCLAIMER: KND is not mine, nor is anything here only the story itself.

The Supreme Leader personal office, a personalized room for the Kids Next Door's most esteemed leader: the Supreme Leader. Albeit a little too adult for most of their tastes, the operatives and high ranks had come to learn that the Supreme Leader had quiet a lot of work on their shoulders, so the least they could offer them was a place where they wouldn't have to deal with the constant whines for more candy, the pleas for extra units to aide them against adults, or even pestering questions over if their hat looked nice. The room itself was virtually sound proof aside from the wooden door and single window that saw out into the vast void of the glittering space. But, operatives knew well enough that their current Supreme Leader -Rachel McKenzie, Numbuh 362- would always welcome individuals into her office if they wanted to speak personally about their sectors, team mates, personal matters, whatever they came to her for, and she loved having one on one talks… Until that one on one talk comes down to One.

Looking deeply into a single picture frame she kept on her desk that she now held in her hand, Rachel sighed solemnly. The fingers of her free hand glided softly against the sheen of the glass on the frame before a light knock clacked against her office door. Flinching out of her daze, she put her picture frame back down on her office table and folded her arms onto her lap before clearing her throat, "It's opened."

Opening the door with not so much of a creek, a bright, red haired girl wearing a white blouse and a green wool vest stepped in with curiosity brimming in her jade eyes. A soft but professional smile graced across Rachel's soft face and she waved a hand to her. "Ah, Numbuh 10, it's good to see you," she greeted honestly.

Acting on the gesture given to her, Numbuh 10 stepped forward and clicked the wooden door closed behind her. Still sporting a sneaky but earnest smile across her lips, she took a seat on the other side of the Supreme Leader's desk. "You and your sector put on a great news show last night," Rachel pointed out with a friendly chuckle, "I never expected Rainbow Munchies to be made from Rainbow Monkey dolls… go figure."

Numbuh 10 nodded in agreement, but in all honesty she wasn't paying much attention to Rachel's words. Her curious intrigue had started to take notes of the Supreme Leader's office. It didn't surprise the young reporter that the steel plate walls had no wall hangings on it, kids didn't really like those "I hate Monday" posters anyway. But what did peak her intrigue was her desk. Clutters of papers seemed carelessly strewed across the face of it aside from three spots; one being a picture frame that was facing Rachel, a computer monitor and key board –albeit the keyboard seeming to have root beer smudged across it—, and finally a half eaten meatball sub at the edge of the table. "…Sorry about the mess," Rachel laughed after picking up on Numbuh 10's eye motions. "The work of a Leader is never done, right?"

Slowly lifting her eyes off the messy desk, Numbuh 10 giggled. "I know how that is, my sector would've fallen apart a long time ago without me," explained Numbuh 10.

"I can imagine… Now, I'm sure you didn't come here to small talk with me," Rachel joked, taking a quick moment to adjust a small pile of papers, "So what can I do you for, Numbuh 10?"

Numbuh 10 put up a defying hand to Rachel and shook her head, still not faltering her warm smile. "My sector mates and viewers call me Numbuh 10… You're a friend, and better yet…" Numbuh 10 stopped her hand gesture then looked to Rachel with sly shimmer in her jade orbs, "you're a friend of the family."

Uneasily picking up on Numbuh 10's hint, Rachel shifted in her arm chair and scratch her chin nervously. "Uh, alright, so, what should I call you then?" Rachel attempted to shift the focus off her, faltering her smile ever so slight with nervous airy laughs.

Obviously seeing that Rachel was slightly burdened with that last comment, Numbuh 10 sat her back to the chair before answering sweetly, "Riley, you can call me Riley."

"Riley?" Rachel repeated to herself, scratching her chin for a quick second before shrugging, "well alright Riley, what'd you come to talk about?"

Cuing in on that single sentence, a small note pad and pencil were produced out from a pocket in Riley's vest. She skillfully twirled the pencil on the points of her fingers before holding it at the ready to write with a tap of the lead against the white of the note pad. At first Rachel was taken by surprised by this, than took into account who it exactly was that was sitting on the other side of the desk and softened her surprise. "A news anchor's work is never done I see," Riley shrugged and leaned forward a little at Rachel's words.

"Just need a story for tonight's news," informed the anchorwoman as she wrote something swiftly on her note pad, "feeling up for an interview?"

A moment passed before Rachel replied, taking the decretive helmet from off her head and letting her bright gold hair drop lightly to her shoulders. "Alright, I got an hour to kill," she informed the now brightly grinning Riley.

"Great, soooo…" Riley gently flicked through note pages in her pad and came to a stop at one that already had a few scribbled words on it, "is it hard being leader of the Kids Next Door?"

With a soft laugh, Rachel perked a brow up before asking in turn, "Where were you last month when I called in a game of Tag?"

"Oh right, guess it's not too easy,"

"Not at all… But it's worth it in the long run I guess," Rachel admitted, taking a soft eyed glance at the picture on her desk.

She quickly scribbled down Rachel's answer and moved onto the next question, folding a leg over the other for more comfort. "Do you get any time to yourself?"

Sighing before answering, Rachel weakly chuckled while fussing with a few papers that were cluttered on her desk. "If these papers any indication of the time I have to myself; but no, the only time I get to myself is when I get to go home and go to bed… But even that's only five hours," Rachel joked, invoking a slight ease to Riley.

"You're an unbreakable wall, aren't you?" Riley joked while scribbling down a few more notes.

"Not even close. The leaders before me had better nerves then I'll ever have," Rachel laughed off.

Riley, in the midst of writing down that answer locked her jade eyes to Rachel's steel grey eyes from across her desk. "Maybe… But when Chad's birthday came around, those nerves broke pretty fast," she both pointed out and comforted Rachel.

First opening her eyes with some surprise, Rachel slowly sunk into those words and nodded with appreciation. "Thanks Riley… I for one plan to accept my decommissioning with honor," though Riley felt unseated hearing the phrase 'decommission', she wrote Rachel's quote down.

"Do you plan on handing the torch of Supreme Leadership to anyone in particular? Or just leave it up for everyone else to decide?"

Rachel pursed her lips in thought before letting out a deep sigh along with a smile. "I have a few in mind," she admitted, then saw a sly look in Riley's eyes along with a smirk, "but I'm not saying that."

"Can't blame a girl for fishing," Riley shrugged her shoulders and dropped her sly expression. "Anyway, I only have two questions left for you," Rachel nodded with understanding and readied herself for whatever question she was going to ask. "Do you have anyone close to you?"

"Of course. I have Fanny, we go way back, even before the Kids Next Door," she laughed lightly before groaning nervously, "she's uh… she's changed quite a lot since then… There's also Patton, we met on my second day on the Arctic Base when I was a cadet… Oh, I have my brother, Harvey, and—"

"A boyfriend?" Riley interrupted, bringing Rachel to stiffen up and leave her mouth agape.

The air grew thick around Rachel as she shrunk down into her seat, twiddling her thumbs shakily. She bit her bottom lip while averting her eyes away from Riley, who had put a cocky smile on her face. "A boyfriend? No, I'm single…" she stammered out.

"Do you want one?"

Rachel quickly gained her composer and smirked back at Riley with folded arms. "That's three questions," with Rachel pointing that out, Riley snapped her fingers and frowned.

"Crud!" Riley cursed, writing yet another note down.

Rachel moved from out from behind her desk and to Riley's side, offering her a hand. "Better luck next time," Riley sighed sadly but shook her hand with a bright smile.

"Ah well, I got a story about our Leader, that's worth enough," she submitted whilst getting up from her chair and tucking her not pad into her vest and her pencil behind her ear.

"I'll be watching to see how it turns out," Rachel added before Riley disappeared behind the closing wooden door of her office.

Hearing her shoes clack away on the metallic flooring of the outer hallway, Rachel loosened her shoulders and let out a soft exhale. "Close call…" talking to herself, she leaned onto the face of the desk and picked up the single picture frame on her desk and brought it to her face, "…surprised she didn't look at this."

A warm, compassionate smile graced upon Rachel's face as she looked at the picture behind the glassy protection of the frame. Within the picture, a vision of a younger looking Rachel holding an apparently laughing Patton and Fanny under one arm each, their head gear both being off revealing their hair. But that picture alone wasn't what was holding attention, there was a second smaller one clipped to the top right corner of the frame. In that one small, square photo was a bold headed boy wearing a red turtle neck, saluting off into the distance. She ran her thumb against it, feeling its slick coating and smiled. "As long as I got you three… I'm not that afraid of what's next…" she sighed once more, clacking the picture frame down onto the desk.

Though it was faint, and she was sure it was her imagination, but as she put the frame down and silence took the room, she could swear she heard the faintest sound of pencil etching against paper…

"-In conclusion, Count Spankulot really took a, splanking," the pudgy, black anchorboy joked, slapping his knee and nudging the red haired girl to his side who groaned at his joke and pressed her palm to her forehead. "You see what I did there? It's a-"

"A play on words, yeah..." she cut him off, moving away from him slightly then turning to the camera with her crowd pleasing smile, "In other news, I had a personal girl-to-girl talk with our very own Supreme Leader Numbuh 362..." the news crew and those at their tree houses or the Moon Base listened intently to what it was that Numbuh 10, the star of KNN's show, had to tell them...

Oh ho, that was fun to write, and it didn't take anymore then a day, go figure. Anyway, tell me if you enjoyed it or if you want me to write more on these developments. I'd be glad to take requests in the KND department seeing as it's breezy to think of flow for these ^^. Anyway, enjoy yourselves out there.

See you in the big times

-Overlord