[A/N] I'll get back to my other story soon, just need to gather up my muse again for it. L4D2 belongs to VALVE respectively.

He hated how he looked at her.

He observed at how he looked up and down at her as if she was some sort of prize.

Though he kept his mouth shut. No one had to know. Especially her.

They'd probably make fun of him, or joke around that he had some sort of heart beneath his cold persona.

He didn't expect to stick around really, but he ended staying.

And surprisingly enough, he was welcomed.

"Now you just hold your gun like this and..." He noticed how one of his greasy hands traveled to her small hands. He could've been the one helping her... Holding her.

But he choose not to when she asked for help. He stayed quiet. So who else did she go to? Him...

"There you go! You got it!" She smiled, and thanked him. His arms wrapped around her, they both embraced.

"Heh, looks like Francis and Ro are gettin' real close, huh Nick?" His blue eyes stared daggers at the, what Nick liked to call him, 'monkey in the stupid vest'.

"'Ey Nick? Helllloo...?" Nick pushed Ellis away, claiming that the hick was too close to his personal space.

"Alright alright sheesh. I'll leave ya and go find Zoey." Ellis purred as he walked away talking about Zoey.

Nick still glared at Francis as he and Rochelle laughed and talked. It made his stomach flip at the sight of it.

"There ya go darlin'. All for you." Francis handed Rochelle his bottle of pills as they all got ready to fill up the generators.

"Oh Francis, you're such a sweetheart!" She took them and embraced him as a sign of gratitude. Nick wanted to puke at the sight of them hugging.

"C'mon ya'll, we gotta get goin'!" Coach shouted, holding up his shotgun.

Nick turned to motion Rochelle to get going, when he noticed that Francis was getting very very close to Rochelle.

Like he wanted to kiss her.

That was it.

"Alright, that's enough! Come on Rochelle. Leave the grease monkey be, we gotta get going."

"Whoa whoa hold on there Colonel Sanders. What seems to be the issue? Let the lady do what she wants before leaving."

"Nick, what's the problem?" Rochelle looked up at him with confused eyes. Not sure what to say, he just dragged her off into the elevator, hearing Francis laugh.

"Nick! What the hell? Francis was going to tell me something before-"

Nick placed his lips hers, hoping to shut her up. Everything became silent, there were no groans of infected, just silence.

Once he pulled away, he said nothing to her. His actions said everything they needed to anyways.

A small hand slipped into his rough hands.

For once, he actually smiled.

At least now the greasy monkey will keep his hands off of her.