Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

A/N: I just started a new story, because the other one was getting boring. This one will be different. But I think maybe I'm going to go with a few changes in the later chapters. It was supposed to be an all 3/4 fluff story, because they're my favorite couple, but I changed my mind… I kinda had a fluff overload in Operation: H.A.U.N.T.E.D., so I'm going with another story I started to think of as well. So I'm combining the two ideas. So there are two stories in one. Confused? Okay.

When love's not enough

Chapter 1

There had always been something between Numbuh 3 and Numbuh 4. A certain flirt of some kind, a little game they were playing. Numbuh 4 hated to admit it, but he had a crush on Numbuh 3, and it wasn't just some stupid 1st grader stuff, as he referred to it. Nope, it was the real thing – it was… love.

Numbuh 3 wasn't sure about what she felt, if it was just a game or if it was something real. But the thought of it being real love somehow frightened her a little bit. When she thought about it, feeling love with Wallabee was just too weird, too freaky to actually happen. Although she had been playing along in their love-and-hate game all the way from the beginning of. How could they possibly end up as a couple?

Numbuh 4 had wanted to tell her the truth for a very long time, he just never managed to spit it out. Either something interrupted, or he just swallowed his tongue. For some reason he was afraid of her reaction. What would she say? Would she say that she felt the same way?

If Numbuh 4 actually had feelings for Numbuh 3 would he ever tell her? She didn't think so. She was rather naive, and thought that he really didn't like her that way. How could he, Wallabee Beatles, the tough fighter, possible be in love with her? Besides, they had a very strict relationship. After all, they were team mates. They weren't supposed to be a couple. What would Numbuh 1 say? He'd say that their relationship was to remain professional.

The fear for other people's reaction really bothered Numbuh 4. He wasn't sure if he could go through with it, all the mocking comments on how the little boyish loud-mouthed fighter suddenly liked a girl. And not just any girl; the girl who surrounded herself with all the most girly things you could have imagined. Her room was filled with stuffed animals, she loved dress-ups, her favorite game was playing tea party and she loved flowers. Now, if that's not girly-!

This is where the story begins. It was a day like any other one. Sector V was waking up, getting dressed and preparing themselves for another adult-fighting day. Everything is just the way it's supposed to be, everyone is feeling normal – except for Numbuh 4. He woke up with a troublesome thought. It was as if something inside him told him that this was the day he turned it all around, this was the day he actually got a grip and told Kuki about his feelings.

Numbuh 3 was up early, and she started the day the way she usually did; saying good-morning to all of her stuffed animals. Then she found her way to the kitchen to get some breakfast. Nothing, what so ever, was bothering her. No troublesome thoughts, no annoying confession she just had to deal with before it made her sick. Nothing.

Pounding the boxing bag around wasn't of much help for Numbuh 4. It only got him worked up to go beat up some adults. The annoying thought about confessing to Numbuh 3 was still there no matter what he did. It was driving him insane! He was afraid of telling her, and now he actually feared not telling her as well! What if something happened to them before he actually had a chance to tell her about his feelings for her? What a horrible thought!

He got a grip and made his way up to the kitchen to get some breakfast. Seeing Numbuh 3 at the table chewing her breakfast with a satisfied look on her face made him anxious, and the thought about confessing was bothering him even more now.

"Hi, Wally!" she chimed with the usually so happy voice of hers. She waved a green sleeve-covered hand at him and grinned. "Did you sleep well? I did! I had a really cute dream!"

Numbuh 4 returned her smile nervously. "Err, yeah," he said.

"You want to know what I dreamt about, Numbuh 4?" she asked excited, still with the funny grin on her face. Without waiting for him to reply, she continued. "I dreamt that I was in a big meadow filled with pretty flowers. So I started to pick some of them, and all the sudden I saw a big rainbow up in the sky. And there were many Rainbow Monkeys on top of it. They were singing and dancing, and asked me to join them. So I did! I climbed up the rainbow and had super-duper fun with all the Rainbow Monkeys!"

Numbuh 4 stared at her sheepishly. What was he supposed to reply to that? He just scratched the back of his head and smiled again. "Sounds nice." He suddenly felt stupid for not coming up with anything better to say. Usually, when this confession-thing wasn't bothering him, he just groaned at the words of Rainbow Monkey and rolled his eyes.

He quickly turned away form the girl, and headed for the refrigerator to get something to eat. The annoying thought was stronger than ever. You're here alone with her, Wally! Do it now! Say it, it'll make you feel much better! Or would it? He carefully glanced back at her. She was busy eating her breakfast.

He sighed. "Get a grip, Wally!" he muttered under his breath. "You don't have to say anything to her!" He settled with some left-over pizza from the day before for breakfast and sat down at the table hesitatingly.

"All done!" Numbuh 3 exclaimed with a giggle and got up. "See you later, Numbuh 4. I'm going to go feed the hamsters." She skipped out of the room, humming.

For some reason, Numbuh 4 was very happy about her leaving. At least he wouldn't have to say anything to her for now.

Meanwhile, Numbuh 2 was busy in his room trying to make improvements on the M.O.S.Q.U.I.T.O.. He had been sketching the improvements, he just wasn't certain if it would work as he'd planned. Lying on his back under it, he muttered some words of irritation that was impossible to work out. He had just noticed a big mistake.

"Numbuh 2?" Numbuh 5's voice echoed in the big room.

Numbuh 2 was about to look up from his work, but then bumped his head on the underside of the big vehicle. "Ow!"

Numbuh 5 winched at the painful sound from underneath the vehicle and gritted her teeth. "Listen, Numbuh 1 wants us all in the meeting room, but he didn't feel like sounding the alarm since it isn't that important," she explained. Her expression quickly changed as she folded her arms. "Numbuh 5 says it's time you got that calling system up and working again."

Numbuh 2 finally came out from under the vehicle and stood up. "Look, I've got a lot of work to do!" he snapped, wiping some oil off his blue shirt with the palm of his hand. "Maybe you haven't noticed, but there is plenty of stuff for me to fix all the time."

"Yeah, yeah!" Numbuh 5 muttered, waving her hand at him, showing that she really didn't care. She turned around and left the room. Numbuh 2 followed right behind her.

Numbuh 1 was waiting for the rest of the team to show up in the meeting room. Only Numbuh 3 was seated in the half circle couch that was installed in the floor, chewing on a big pink bubblegum. Numbuh 1 was pacing around up on his platform, shining the lenses of shades on the edge of his red turtleneck sweater.

Numbuh 4 finally entered the room after finishing his breakfast. He burped loudly, giggled and sat down next to Numbuh 3. She giggles, too. Numbuh 1 rolled his eyes of the immatureness of his team.

Numbuh 2 and Numbuh 5 showed up short time after. They both took a seat on the couch.

"Numbuh 2, seriously, you have to do something about that calling system!" Numbuh 1 said impatiently.

"Alright, alright!" Numbuh 2 was getting tired of hearing that over and over. "Gee, calm down! That's all I'm hearing around here!"

"Enough about that," Numbuh 1 said, changing the subject. "I wanted to inform you about the latest plot of the Delightful Children form Down the Lane. I've received information that they're working on another brainwashing device that will turn normal kids into Delightful Children, just like themselves. We cannot let that happen! That's why I want you all to be completely alert today. It's very important that we strike right away when something is going on in the neighborhood. I want some of you outside to check the neighborhood status, see if anything unusual is going on." He turned his head towards Numbuh 2. "I want you work on the S.K.Y.C.L.A.W.. There's a big chance we'll need it in this battle." Then he turned towards Numbuh 5. "I want you to bring Numbuh 3 and 4 outside, and check on the mansion while you're at it. Maybe you'll get some more information on their plot. And you'll also keep an eye open for anything suspicious. Now, you'll all have a T.A.L.K.E.R. each, so if anything's going on, you'll report it right away."

Weapon/vehicle interruption:

Kids Next Door T.A.L.K.E.R.

Transports Alerts Like Keeping Everyone Ranged

Now ending weapon/vehicle interruption

"Got it, chief," Numbuh 5 replied, looking up at her leader from underneath her beloved cap.

"Kids Next Door – get to work," Numbuh 1 commanded. Then he slowly made his way down from the platform.

Numbuh 2 left the others, walking all the way back to his room. Numbuh 3, 4 and 5 each got a T.A.L.K.E.R. from a weaponry storage, plus some weapons just incase if they got dragged into an unexpected battle. A T.A.L.K.E.R. is a walkie-talkie device that you strap around your wrist. It can make you communicate with someone else over another T.A.L.K.E.R., even if they're really far away from you. Its signals can not be picked up by any other radio device, so you never have to worry about giving up top-secret information over it.

"Now, if they're working on a plot there's a big chance there won't be any action today, guys," Numbuh 5 said, sharing her thoughts with her two team mates.

"Aw." Numbuh 4 was rather displeased with that. "And I thought I was going to get to kick some butt today."

They left the Treehouse by foot for once. Usually they had Numbuh 2 as their pilot, but not today. Numbuh 5 was not all that thrilled about walking, but at least it wasn't a far way down to the mansion. She knew that if Numbuh 2 had dropped them off at the mansion odds where they'd be spotted by the enemy, which of course was a bad thing this time as they were going to spy on those Delightful Dorks.

Numbuh 3 skipped along the sidewalk, picking flowers and humming the Rainbow Monkey song.

"Do you really have to sing that stupid song, Kuki?" Numbuh 4 asked irritated. He had finally managed to push the annoying thought back and start to act normally again. But he wasn't sure if he could hold it back much longer.

Numbuh 3 stopped and stared at him. "Huh?" Then her face cracked up in a huge grin. "It's not stupid, silly! It's the bestest song ever made!"

"What are you – nuts?" Numbuh 4 shouted.

"Shut up, you two!" Numbuh 5 said, raising an arm to get them quiet. "We're here." They carefully made their way down the drive of the mansion. All was quiet. Nothing was going on either on the outside or the inside of the mansion as far as they could see.

Numbuh 5 motioned for them to follow her into the backyard. She climbed up on Numbuh 4's shoulders and peeked into one of the big windows. The room inside was left in darkness, since the sun was shining on the other side of the mansion.

"You see anything?" Numbuh 4 asked her as he gently balanced her on his shoulders.

"Nope, nothing," she replied.

"Maybe there's nobody home?" Numbuh 3 suggested with her oh so sweet voice.

The others ignored her for now. "Try that one," Numbuh 5 ordered, pointing at the next window. She gave Numbuh 4 a light kick in the side to get him to move in the direction she was pointing. He groaned irritated, but discreetly made his way over to the next window.

Numbuh 5 peeked in. But before she could register any sign of life inside, a mechanical sound from behind them made Numbuh 4 spin around so fast Numbuh 5 almost fell down.

"Well, well, well! If it isn't Nigel Uno's little playmates." The monotone voices of the Delightful Children were heard through a speaker on top of their big destructive machine. They were standing inside a glass case in the front, gazing down at their enemies. "What do you want this time, Kids Next Dorks? Do you want to leave now and admit that you lost the battle fair and square, or do you want us to beat you until you beg for mercy, and then admit that you lost?"

"We'll never surrender to you Delightful Morons!" Numbuh 4 shouted angrily after helping Numbuh 5 off of his shoulders. "Bring it on!" He pulled out his weapon and aimed.

The two girls did the same.

"It's always the hard way with you meddling kids, isn't it?" they said with their monotone voices. "But that's alright. It's more fun this way." A big metal claw came into view from behind the big monstrosity of a machine. It was heading for the three little kids on the ground.

"Spread out!" Numbuh 5 commanded.

All of them ran in opposite directions, leaving the metal claw to miss everyone of them. Numbuh 5 rolled out of reach and fired her gun at the machine. Numbuh 3 ran to the other side and fired her gun as well. Numbuh 4 quickly made a jump to get underneath the machine. He started to fire his gun upwards to search for weak spots. But the metal claw changed its direction fast, now heading right for him. He dodged out of reach.

Numbuh 3 made a shot towards the glass cage that almost made it crack. "Take that!" she yelled. She was proud of the shot she had just made, and grinned widely. "Yay! I'm good!"

"Why you little-!" The Delightful Children now aimed the claw right at her. She tried to dodge away, but failed. The claw grabbed her with a painful metallic clink that made her utter a tiny cry.

"Hey, let her go!" Numbuh 5 shouted from the other side, firing her gun at the glass case.

"You want to go for a ride, too, Abigail?" the Delightfuls asked. "Very well." They steered the claw right at her. She made an attempt of dodging away, which led the claw hit her head hard.

"Numbuh 5!" Numbuh 3 called out helplessly, hanging on to the claw for her bare life. If she had let go she might have broken her legs. The Delightful Children kept the claw far from the ground, only lowering it when it was chasing a target.

Numbuh 5 fell to the ground. The hit on her had almost caused her to pass out. She moaned in pain and felt that her breakfast was on its way up again. She managed to press it back down and laid a hand on her aching head. What an unrealistic pain! She slowly sat up, feeling very dizzy.

Now that she was down, she was easy to catch. The Delightful Children grabbed her with the metal claw, now leaving the two helpless girls pressed tightly together.

Numbuh 4 didn't know what to do. He had totally forgotten about his T.A.L.K.E.R. now that the girls were in danger. "Ey, you cruddy Delightful Idiots!" he shouted angrily. "Let go of them, or I'll give you a serious woopin'! I mean it! You're asking for it!"

"Little Wallace Beatles," the Delightful Children said, shaking their heads in despair. "You never give up, do you? You don't give up until you feel how painful it really is to be our enemy."

"Stop calling me little, you cruddy brats!" he yelled, sounding even angrier now that they had commented him on his physical appearance. If there was one thing he really hated, it was being called little, shrimp, shorty, squirt and other remarks about his height. He ran out to the side of the machine to get in a better shot. He fired his gun at the glass cage, now realizing that was the weakest spot of the machine. If he could shatter the glass cage, he could get a clear shot at the Delightful Dorks. But before he managed to break it, the claw came for him. He wasn't fast enough. The claw got him and squeezed him together with his team mates.

"Let's see now," the Delightfuls said. "What to do with nosey kids that spy on us? Aw, yes, let's bring them to the dungeon. It'll be so much fun locking you in there, Kids Next Doom. Let's see if your precious leader comes to rescue you this time!"

The metal claw had squeezed together, pressing the air out of the poor operatives.

"I'm sorry, guys," Numbuh 4 apologized with a sad voice as the Delighfuls started to make their machine move.

"Numbuh 5's sorry, too," Numbuh 5 said low. "But don't worry. Numbuh 1'll save us. Besides, we still have our T.A.L.K.E.R.s, right? Not that Numbuh 5 can reach it now, though."

"We can tell him what's going on as soon as they let us go," Numbuh 3 said, sounding cheerful as always.

"Unless they take it away from us," Numbuh 4 groaned. He really expected the worst. And he was right about thinking that way. The worst was to be expected.