A/N: Thanks for your reviews, guys! And a warning to all 3/4 fans: THIS. IS. SOOOOOO. NOT. A. 3/4. CHAPTER. It's about them, but like the most of you probably expected Numbuh 4's greatest fear has to do with Numbuh 3. And that's what this chapter is about. So don't say I warned you! Although the most of you probably will be disappointed because of what happens in this chapter (at least the 3/4fans will be) please review! And like I said: it's all gonna be alright! ;)

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Kids Next Door mission...

Operation: F.E.A.R.

Fear

Even

Attacks

Reckless Operatives

11.Breaking Numbuh 4's hart

"O my god, Hoagie!" A nurse ran over to Numbuh 2 and laid him on the bed. Of course she didn't see the 'newspaper', or the 'chilli dog'.

"What happened to you? How did you get there-- doctor Lincoln!"

Doctor Lincoln entered the room and said: "Yes, sister Rednight?"

"I need some help here!"

"O my gosh!" The doctor immediately started checking Numbuh 2. "What happened, sister Rednight?"

"I don't know! He was just lying there! I don't know how he got there!"

"O dear, this is serious… I need some help, sister Rednight!"

"I'll be right away!" Sister Rednight immediately left the room.

The ghost still was a chilli dog, lying on the table and looking at Numbuh 2 and doctor Lincoln. He already got a lot of Numbuh 2's fear because the fat boy thought he'd never eat a chilli dog again. Just like he did by Numbuh 3, he had another idea to steal the rest of his fear. But he thought: 'This is going to slow. I think I'll split myself up, so I can have all of their fear faster.' He did as he thought. Suddenly there were two chilli dogs lying on the table. But one of them disappeared to get Numbuh 4's fear…

"What, no Kuki, stop… don't run… Where are you going? Come back… NO!" Numbuh 4 suddenly woke up. Sweat was falling down his cheeks. He had a feeling. A strange feeling. A feeling that something was wrong with Numbuh 3. He had a dream, no… a vision about her. She was running and running. And she was crying. But why? Why was she doing that? Numbuh 4 knew one thing for sure: his vision was real. It was not just a dream. He knew Numbuh 3 was running and crying in reality.

"I must help her," he whispered to himself. He tried to get of his bed, but he forgot for a second that he had a broken leg. "OUCH!" He fell on his bed, but that wasn't going to stop him. He sat up and tried getting of his bed again. But it didn't work. It just didn't work. "Stupid broken leg," he grumbled. "I can't even get out of my bed!"

Suddenly he heard a voice saying: "Numbuh 4…"

"Huh?" Numbuh 4 looked up and gasped.

Numbuh 3 was standing in front of him. She was still sobbing, but she looked him right in his eyes. Hers were red. "Numbuh 4…"

"Numbuh 3! How did you get here? And what's the matter with you?"

Numbuh 3 just stared at him. She didn't say anything.

Numbuh 4 knew something was wrong with her. But why didn't she reply? Replying wasn't that hard, was it?

"Numbuh 3, please say something. Come here." He gesticulated to his bed.

She nodded and sat next to him. She was now staring at the ground. She still didn't say anything.

"Numbuh 3… please talk to me. You know: I'm always here for you. If you need me you only have to say my name. I can always help you when you need help. You know that… don't you?"

Numbuh 3 still didn't say anything. She didn't even move.

"Numbuh 3, listen to me. What I just said to you sounds very important to me. So please… the least you can do is answer my question. What's the matter with you?"

Numbuh 3 looked at him. "How do you know…" she whispered.

"What do you think? You're sobbing, looking at the ground, not saying anything. And just before you came into my room I had a-- say, how did you get here, anyway?"

"I have a problem, Numbuh 4…" Numbuh 3 looked at the ground again.

"A problem? What problem?"

"S-something terrible just happened to me."

"What do you mean?"

"I… I can't tell you."

"You have to. If you want me to help you, Numbuh 3."

Numbuh 3 looked at him again. "Remember our conversation in the hospital a few days ago?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Well, erm… I'm still thinking of it."

"What do mean?"

"I mean that I can't get it out of my head. I'm thinking day and night of our conversation, Numbuh 4. And actually… It's not the conversation that I'm thinking about, Numbuh 4. It's YOU."

"What?"

"Yes. And it's not only the conversation, which makes me think of you, Numbuh 4. Since we met I can't let you go." She looked him in the eyes and slowly grabbed his hand. "Believe me…"

Numbuh 4 couldn't believe this. Numbuh 3, the love of his life, was suddenly a sort of confessing. First this sounded great to him. But something was wrong. Numbuh 4 didn't know Numbuh 3 like that. She'd never talk to him this way.

"Numbuh 3…" Numbuh 4 let his hand go of hers. "Why are you telling me all this? I don't think the reason that you're telling this is the reason for coming here and crying and looking to the ground. What's really bothering you?"

"I thought I just told you."

"What are you talking about?"

"I think you understood me wrong, Numbuh 4. I don't love the fact I'm only thinking about you… I just hate it."

"What!"

"Painful to hear the truth, isn't it?" Numbuh 3 immediately stopped crying. She looked at him. "Though it's very simple: you thought I was thinking about you because I loved you, but it's the opposite. The truth is… that I hate you, Numbuh 4."

"No…" Numbuh 4 whispered.

"Yes. I always pretended being nice to you, Numbuh 4. But when I was angry or sorrowful with you, I was REALLY smiling. Actually, I wished I'd never met you. Since I did I only felt pain and terror in myself. Because you were yelling at me, calling me a cruddy girl. And you never admitted I won when we played a videogame. You always had to win, hadn't you?"

"Numbuh 3… Why are you doing this to me?" Numbuh 4's eyes were filled with tears.

'Yes, feed me your fear…' "Because it's the truth, Numbuh 4. It's nothing else but the truth. I still haven't forgiven you for breaking the poor Mr. Huggiekins…"

"It was just a cruddy doll!"

"… and calling him a cruddy doll. You see? That's what I mean, Numbuh 4. And you always called Rainbowmonkeys 'stupid'. And the worst part was that you didn't even regret it. Didn't you notice the tears in my eyes and the pain that I was feeling at those moments? I thought you cared about me in the beginning, but I soon understood that you didn't. You never cared about me, and you still don't."

"Numbuh 3, that's not true! I DO care about you! Why are you talking like this? This isn't you, Numbuh 3! You'd never talk like that! Do you hear me? NEVER!"

"O, wouldn't I? I think you're wrong, Numbuh 4. I really meant what I just said. You don't care about me and I don't care about you. Simple, isn't it?"

"B-but…" Numbuh 4 slowly started crying.

"O, are we going to cry, Mr. Tough guy? That's something I don't like about you either, Numbuh 4. You always act like a fighter, but in reality you're really pathetic, crying like a little baby!"

"Numbuh 3, please stop this!" Numbuh 4 didn't look at her anymore.

"Why should I? I'm not done yet!" 'Numbuh 3' secretly grinned when she was saying that. "And you always try to protect me, don't you? When I'm being kidnapped or threatened. Well, I always acted like I loved that, but the truth is that I think that's really pathetic of you! I can take care of myself, thank you very much!"

"Numbuh 3, please…"

"And then there's still one thing left," Numbuh 3 said, ignoring Numbuh 4. "I thought you hated me…"

Numbuh 4 looked up.

"… until this conversation. My own words remind me of something. 'You thought I was thinking about you because I loved you…'" Numbuh 3 looked at him. "You love me, don't you?"

"What? No!" Numbuh 4 immediately yelled. "I-it's only… It's just that…"

"Just that WHAT, Numbuh 4? I now get your point. You love me. You love me. So THAT'S why you're acting so weak sometimes. I now understand. You know, I thought I liked guys that acted like a tough guy but in reality were soft, pathetic boys, but now… I understand that was a mistake. I think… I think it's the opposite. I think I love boys who don't hide the truth for their crush, but just simply show it to her. And you don't belong to that sort of boys, Numbuh 4…"

Numbuh 4 couldn't say anything. He didn't look at her anymore. He was now staring at the ground, crying secretly. 'Why is she doing this to me? I don't know her like that. Numbuh 3 would never say this to me, although she'd really mean it… But it's really her. I recognise her voice. The tone, which she uses when she talks to me. And the look of her eyes tells me that the girl who's sitting next to me really is Numbuh 3. But WHY? Why is she doing this to me? I… I can't take this. All these words she used to tell me she doesn't love me… but hate me. How could she? I could she do this to me? I love her, and she knows that. Why didn't I tell her earlier that I loved her? Now it's too late. Now I have to suffer. But do… do I still love her? Now that she has told she… she hates me.' Numbuh 4 looked her in the eyes for a second. 'Yes… I can tell I still love her. By the look of her eyes I immediately know that I still love her. But what am I going to do now? I love her, but she… she hates me. But I have to say something.'

"Are you going to say something or not?" Numbuh 3 suddenly asked. "I don't have all day, you know."

"All day…" Numbuh 4 looked at the clock to see what time it was. "Hey, Numbuh 3, it's only 3.16am! Why are you here so early?"

'Blast!' "Because if I had told you by day, Numbuh 4, you wouldn't give me attention. You would be too busy with missions and fight practices, do you understand?"

"No, I don't understand! Numbuh 3, you know I always give you attention! You're the only one I see by day! I only pay attention to you! I always want to protect you! I always look out for you! I know I acted like I didn't but…"

"That's right! You always hided your real identity, and that's one of the many things I hate about you. So that's why I'm leaving. Immediately."

"What do you--" Numbuh 4 interrupted himself when Numbuh 3 stood up and walked over to the door. She turned around and looked at him. "It was nice talking to you, Numbuh 4. Good-bye." After that she opened the door and walked out of the room.

"No! Numbuh 3, wait!" Numbuh 4 stood up, but again he forgot that he had a broken leg. "AAAH!" He fell on his bed again and touched his broken leg. "Ouch…that hurts… Numbuh 3! No, wait! Come back! I want to talk to you!" he yelled. But he didn't hear her anymore. "O no… she's gone..."

But Numbuh 4 was wrong. Numbuh 3 was still standing next to the closed door, having an evil grin on her face. Suddenly, she vanished, whispering: "And now the one with the red hat," to herself…

A/N: I don't even wanna know what you're thinking now, just review! And too bad for you guys, but the Ghost is waaaaaaaay not done yet! Hehehe. :P ;D