I forgot to write this in the first one. Don't own L4D. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this, would I?
I know the characters are OOC during the middle. That's Rochelle's thinking, not mine.
I read on the L4D wiki that "Rochelle might have entertained the idea of a romance between her and Nick, but his cynical behavior puts her at bay."
Lulz. This is one I though of.

(P.s. I don't curse. So, just use whatever you want to keep them in character.)

Rochelle looked at her teamate, then stared back at her gun. It was so odd for her to think like this, but it was the zombie thinking wasn't so far off from normal. Nick shoved a common infected away from Rochelle.
"Pay attention!" He snapped.
"Sorry," She mouthed, shooting one from behind him.
He shrugged and turned, hurrying to go help Coach off of the ground. She shoved a zombie off of Ellis. "Thanks." He said, spinning around. "There's the safehouse!" He pointed with the lazer sight mounted to his hunting rifle.
She rubbed his head, "You're amazing, Ellis!" He gave her a smug grin and ran to it.
A screech made her stand upright, making her turn around quickly. There, unremarkably, was a crouching infected, wearing trademark hoodie.

"Hunter!" Rochelle yelled.

She ran backwards, shooting at the Hunter as it lept towards her, screeching each time it lept forward.

"It's chasing me!" She yelled. To her dismay, she didn't see any familiar figures amoung the miniature horde of commons. The back of her heel hit a wall.
Panicked, she shot the hunter desperately. The gun clicked. The hunter leaped at her, the loud screeching echoing in her ears. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out just as the edge of the hunters' claw scratched the tip of her nose. It fell dead at her feet, a certain white suit off of the corner of her eye.

"You alright?" The conman asked, pushing the body away from her with his feet.

"I'm fine." She panted, bracing herself on Nick's shoulder. She immediately regretted it when he winced. "Jeez, sweetie, thought you'd notice a gaping hole in a man's side."

"Oh no, I'm sorry. I'll fix that up. I do owe you one." Rochelle pulled out her medkit.

"Let's wait until we're in the safehouse. Okay?"

"Right." She helped him limp back to the safehouse. As they limp-walked back, Rochelle let her mind wander.

" 'You'll be alright.' I said, pulling a bandage out my medkit.
'I'd better be.' Nick rolled his eyes at me, I could sense a smile tening his lips. We walked into the safehouse, finding a chair for Nick to sit in. He sat down and I began bandaging his wound. I clicked my tounge, 'Sure got you good, huh?'
He laughed lightly, 'I've been worse.'
I raised an eyebrow as I looked up at him, '"Been worse," huh? How?' Suddenly, he put a finger on my nose. "You're bleeding." He wiped some blood off of my nose. 'Guess the hunter got you, huh?'
I chuckled, 'Not as bad as you.' I felt something press on my nose.
'There.'
'What did you just-'
'Band-aid. Works wonders, huh?' He snickered.
I smiled and finished bandaging him, 'There. Won't hurt as bad.'
'Thanks, Ro.' He put his coat back on and stood up. I did the same. A draft from a boarded window made me shiver. 'Jeez...that was cold. We should cover that.' Suddenly, I felt something warm draped around my shoulders.
'There. I'll go find something to cover that up with.'Nick smiled. He turned to go when I called to him. 'Hey, suit, wait.' I brandished the nickname I used for him when we first met.
He raised an expectant eyebrow, 'Yeah?'
'...uhm,' I looked down at his jacket, which I was clutching tightly around me, 'Looks like your suit is only $2,997 now.' I looked at the area where the buttons should've been. He laughed and turned back to me, "Nah, the suit's prob'ly more.'
'Because...?' 'Because you're in it.' He held my shoulders. He leaned closer to me when we-"

"ELLIS! YOU DUMB-" Nick yelled, smacking the younger man with the butt of his gun.
"Sorry, Nick. Jus' thought I'd wash out yer inj'ry. But, I tripped on some'ne's medkit." Ellis scratched his head sheepishly as he began mopping up the water that had spalshed everywhere.
"Nick, don't slam on the boy, now. He's doin' his best to help you." Coach said, with a fatherly warning in his voice.
Rochelle snapped out of her day dream and looked up at the boys.
"Well, make sure to tell him to watch where his dumb-"
"Nick..." She warned. She had forgotten how Nick could really be.
Nick backed down. "Fine."
Coach looked at Rochelle, who was standing by the door, setting up the barricade against the infected. He gave her a knowing smile.
"What?" She looked back. He shook his head.
She realized what he meant. "Oh hush up, Coach." She muttered.
She could still hear Coach's quiet chuckling over Nick's yells and Ellis' apologies.

(Extras: I think most suit jackets have three buttons. Therefore 3000 minus 3 equals 2997.)