Title: Apache! (Part 2)

Fandom: Codename: KND

Characters: Numbuhs 362 and 86

Prompt: #26 (enemies)

Word Count: 529

Rating: K+

Summary: They argue about everything from battle tactics to boys and Rachel wonders if she is a masochist for being friends with Fanny.

Author's Notes: I've noticed that Numbuh 1 and Numbuh 86 both get away with loads of shit during the show. I think Supreme Leaders just like to prove a point.

"Oh c'mon, sir- Numbuh 35 is a terrible operative! You saw him in that fight today- he went for a left hook when he should have gone for an uppercut. It's like he enjoys the pain or somethin'."

Rachel peered up from the reports on her desk at Fanny, who was firmly entrenched in a battered armchair opposite her.

"The word you're looking for is masochist, Fan," she said, "and that doesn't mean you can keep beating Bartie up. He has an important job here and he can't do it with a concussion.

Fanny slumped back in her chair, pouting. "S'not fair. Numbuh 1 beats up our operatives on a daily basis and you never punish him."

"That's always by accident." Rachel rolled her eyes.

"What if I were to 'accidentally' punch him in the face?" Fanny trailed off and Rachel detected that wistful gleam in her friend's (enemy's?) eyes that could only mean murder on the horizon.

"Fanny I am not bailing you out of jail ever again, so don't even think about it."

"It's not my fault that the stupid idiot couldn't handle a few scratches on his car."

"You keyed threatening messages into the door. That's definitely different than a few scratches."

"Minor details," Fanny waved the accusation off. The two girls sat in silence together for about a minute before an evil smirk began to inch its way up Fanny's face. "How's about me and you go raise some Cain tonight? I hear there's gonna be a killer party in Dubai."

"No thanks."

"Why not? If I was Numbuh One you'd go."

"Fanny, that's not true and you know it," Rachel started to launch in to her well-rehearsed tirade about how she did not grovel at the heels of her top operative when her communicator went off. "Hold on Fan, I have to take this."

"Oh hey Numbuh One!" Fanny made gagging noises on the other side of the desk that Rachel pretended to ignore. "Stealth mission in Dubai? Sounds pretty cool."

Fanny started making kissy-faces. "You have a lead on Chad? At a party." The kissy-faces stopped and were replaced by a look of pure rage. "Mmm-hm, I think I could pencil that in. See you later. Over and out."

Rachel turned to Fanny and saw that look. "What?"

"He just asked you on a date. A DATE TO THE SAME PARTY I JUST ASKED YOU TO."

"What? No he didn't. Stealth missions are totally different than dates."

"Remember Croatia? With Numbuh 206?"

"That does not count. He started it."

"With all due respect sir, that does count."

"If you come with me it won't be a date."

Dubai, United Arab Emirates 0100 hours

"Sir, I know you place a lot of faith in Numbuh 86, but was she really… an appropriate choice for this mission?" Numbuh 1 keeps his hands clasped behind his back, but Rachel can see them itching to reach the S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R. holstered at his hip.

"Yes, yes she was."

"But why?"

Rachel surveyed the burning building in front of her with the utmost calm.

"Because this is not a date."

Fanny laughed maniacally in the distance. Numbuh 1 sighed.

"Ah."