A/N: Better late than never... Here comes at last another SU2-FanFic. I've been thinking about writing my own SU2-Story for quite a while, but I never quite got around to it (though I have another one already plotted in my head, but it's gonna take some time to write it all down). The idea of this fic suddenly just crossed my mind while I was reading all the other stories here. It's not gonna be long, and it's for 'shippers only *g* Nick and Kate may be a little out of character, but that's for the sake of romance! Some parts of this story remind of another story here (forgot the author, sorry, but it's a great one!) called "Fall Into Me". Please believe me - I only discovered it when I had this one already completed in my head. It's purely coincidental that they're a little similar! The reason why I'm coming up with this so late is that I live in Germany - they first showed the show on TV this summer, so I simply haven't known it for so long. Speaking of Germany - as always, you're welcome to tell me if you spot any grammar/spelling/vocabulary mistakes. And PLEASE send reviews! I just hope that someone's actually still looking for new SU2-fic.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything about Special Unit 2, nor do I in any way take profit out of this story (apart from a higher self esteem in case you guys like it). I'm just borrowing Nick and Kate to make them do and say some things Evan Katz and the others (unfortunately) didn't think of. The song belongs to Andrew Lloyd Webber and Jim Steinman.

Summary: Nick and Kate are trapped in a cave. The entrance is blocked, it's freezing cold, Kate is injured, and nobody knows they're there. Told from Nick's point of view.

Now the story!

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The Last Hour

10:37 pm

I am sitting in the far corner of this stupid cave, still unwilling to admit that Kate and I will most likely have to spend the night here. I can't believe that no one kept track of us while we were out, chasing this Link.

Oh, I remember. it was my own fault. I didn't tell anyone.

Well, but at least we managed to track down the Link and blow his ugly, slimy head into the stratosphere. Although I would have preferred a nice load of red ammo right into his just as ugly, slimy belly. It would have been a better explosion.

But, thinking it over, I reckon this explosion has been big enough. At least it was big enough to make the entrance cave in. It's blocked, and Kate and I are trapped in this cold, uncomfortable, way-too-small excuse for a cave.

Speaking of Kate, she has been unusually silent for the last thirty minutes. As a matter of fact, the last thing I heard her say was a rather un-Kateish rude word when the stones came thundering from the ceiling like an avalanche, blocking the way out. A whole series of rude words, to be exact. Who would have thought that she was even capable of swearing?

I'd better go over to her and check if she's OK. I suppose she is, though; after all, she would have told me if something was wrong.

At least I think she would have.

I get up and walk over to Kate, who is sitting on the floor, leaning against the hard, stony wall. She has her legs drawn up close to her body and her head is resting on her knees. Her blonde hair is falling like a curtain over the side of her face. As I move closer - slowly, because I don't wanna step into the remains of the Link, which are scattered all over the floor; gross! - she looks up at me and gives a faint smile. She has a deep scratch on her forehead and some minor ones on her cheeks, but all in all she looks intact. I feel relieved.

I sit down beside her. For a few minutes we only sit there, staring at this mess of blood and guts and some slimy Link fluid I don't wanna describe in more detail.

"What are you thinking?" she suddenly asks. I look up, a little startled. She doesn't look at me; her eyes are fixed on some point in front of her.

I rack my brains for some sort of joke - which is what she expects, I suppose - but, strangely enough, I can't think of any. So I settle for a sigh.

"I was just thinking that I would even be glad to see Carl right now," I reply. "Maybe I'd even refrain from beating him up."

"You must have lost much of your hope to say something like that," Kate says wryly.

In fact, I'm not that hopeless. But it was the best joke I could think of.

"So what about you?" I ask. "Aren't you pissed because you gotta spend the night in a stinking cave together with your mad partner when you could be out instead, on a date or whatever?"

Kate sneers. "You know very well that I don't have any dates at the moment, Nick O'Malley," she says, and there's an edge in her voice that makes me stop teasing her immediately. OK, it wasn't a good tease, anyway. But I notice with some surprise that she didn't react to the "mad partner".

"Well, at least there's one Link less in the world," I say. I mean it in the perfectly normal sense, the undertone saying, 'Well done, the two of us!' But Kate looks at me and her blue eyes are blazing.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asks, and the edge in her voice is still there, even stronger than before.

I am confused. Now why is she reacting like that? It was a perfectly normal statement! Well, at least for an SU2-Agent. I don't know what she means, and I say it.

"Weren't you referring to the fact that there have already been several Links who wanted to date me?" she snaps at me.

I'm flabbergasted. I really didn't think of that. "No," I say. "I just wanted to refer to the fact that we managed to eliminate a pretty dangerous Link here. The remains of whom are covering this abode," I add with a gesture at the mess in front of us.

A small, involuntary smile curls Kate's lips. Although she doesn't say it, I know that she believes me. She knows I never make fun of her in order to hurt her. She knows she's the best friend I have.

What she doesn't know is that I've been thinking a lot about us recently. I'm no longer sure if the feelings I have are feelings a friend should have for his best bud. Whenever I look at her beautiful face, at her silky hair, at her warm smile, I feel a strange sensation. A shudder runs down my back, and sometimes I find myself feeling the urge to touch her. No, not what you're thinking! (Well, it's not that I would resent that.) What I want is take her in my arms and hold her close, stroke her hair and place a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead. It's completely different to what I normally feel when I see an attractive woman.

Tenderness. Affection. The urge to protect her against everything that may harm her.

But as far as this is concerned, I already failed. I can't count the times she has been in danger, be it because of a Link who threatened to break her neck or a man who threatened to break her heart. And I can't count the times I haven't been there to protect her.