Kaz was nervous. He had been on dates before-with Stephanie, remember? Hottest girl in school?-but he wouldn't consider himself a 'dating expert.'

His nerves kept him back and forth all of the next day through training. First, he was trying to decide where he should take Bree on their date. I had to be somewhere interesting so she wouldn't get bored, and it had to be somewhere that wasn't overdone. He had heard enough of her and Skylar's 'girl conversations' to know Bree had had plenty of previous boyfriends. No doubt she had been on hundreds of dates, and he didn't want to be just another un-remembered night in her date book.

Secondly, he was fretting over what to wear. He wanted to look nice, because he cared about her and about this date and wanted to make a good impression. Then again, he wanted to look laid back and chill, and in no way at all desperate.

As if these thoughts weren't tremulous enough, he had to ponder it during an intense training session, where he was forced to work in close contact with the very girl he was worrying about. Furthermore, Chase kept interrupting his very important thoughts with combat advice and useless jibber-jabber regarding their fight against Roman and Riker.

When training was over, Kaz grabbed Oliver by his shoulder and dragged him up to his bedroom, where he proceeded to participate in the longest Kaz fashion show ever to have taken place in history. Oliver became an unwilling participant in this event, unable to leave until Kaz had finally selected an outfit they both deemed acceptable.

Then, at six sharp, Kaz dashed down the stairs and up the girls' hallway to Bree's door.

"Hey Kaz," said Skylar, opening the door. "Bree's getting ready; she'll be here in a second."

"Oh, good," said Kaz, wiping his hands nervously on his jeans. "So, better feel you?"

Skylar looked at him curiously. "Are you asking me if I feel better?"

Kaz nodded, not trusting himself to speak. His nerves were making normal conversation impossibility at this moment.

"Well then, yes. I am feeling a little better, thank-you for asking. Mr. Davenport says I should be ready to join back in on missions in less then three weeks."

"That good," said Kaz. He was then spared from any other conversation by Bree coming to the door.

"Hey Kaz," greeted Bree. She was dressed in skin-tight jeans and a striped top. Kaz silently thanked god that he had gone with his more casual look so he didn't look like a total idiot.

"Hey Bree," started Kaz. Bree smiled. And suddenly, just like that, Kaz's inhabitations dissipated. He suddenly felt a lot lighter, and seemed to know exactly what to do. He offered Bree his arm to lead her down the stairs, which might have been a little much, but seemed totally appropriate at the time.

Bree laughed and accepted his chivalry happily. Kaz had decided to play it easy with a pic-nic dinner and an evening hike. It seemed simple enough, but he spruced it up by driving them there in Davenport's high-speed car.

"Are you sure Davenport said you could drive this?" asked Bree as she and Kaz made their way down the streets.

"He didn't say I couldn't."

"Did you ask him?"

"Not really, but that doesn't mean anything. Besides, I've had my permit for like, a month now. I'm completely qualified to drive you. Plus, we're superheroes, what could happen?"

Bree laughed and Kaz's heart jumped to hear her happiness. When they got to the park-safely after all-he took out the basket from the back where he had packed sandwiches. Then he flew them to the top of a nearby mountain so they could skip the hike.

"I've never really been one for pointless exercise," admitted Kaz. "And now I can fly. What's really the point?"

"Seems like a logical point to me," agreed Bree laughingly. Kaz laughed with her. He felt comfortable poking fun at his physical state, especially when Bree saw him in training sessions and knew what he could actually accomplish.

"I love having powers," said Kaz as they set up. "Sometimes I worry I'll wake up one morning and this will have all been a dream."

Bree nodded sympathetically as she took a bit out of sandwich he handed her.

"I never had that fear," she said. "I've lived my whole life with these superhuman powers, after all. But now that I have superpowers too, I worry mixing them might make my system overload or something, somehow I'll lose both."

"But Chase said it was fine, didn't he?"

Bree shrugged. "He did, both he and Davenport agreed I was good to go for missions. But, I do still worry. It's not like they're experts on superpowers, after all."

Kaz watched her in the fading light as he finished his own sandwich. He had never realized she had these insecurities. Her face was glowingly beautiful in the fading light, but underneath her could see an ebbing of fear. He felt honored she was opening up to him, but he also wanted to comfort her.

"Well, I won't pretend to be a master of superpowers," said Kaz slowly. "But I did work in a superhero hospital for two years of my life. I can't promise you'll be fine, since I've never seen a case like you before. But I can promise you that if I notice any symptoms, I'll bring it to attention. And most likely I'll be able to help."

Bree smiled her thanks at him, and then began to laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"You just said you'd never seen a case like mine."

"Well, I haven't."

"So I'm unique?"

"You definitely are."

Bree's grin spread even wider. Behind her, the sun sunk below the horizon, casting the surrounding landscape in an encompassing golden luminance.

Once it began to get cold, Kaz flew them down the mountain. They had a few more laughs as he drove them back to the building. His driving skill was surprisingly safe, despite only having his learner's permit for a week.

The two made their way into the building, and Bree pressed the button for the elevator. The doors opened, and they made their way inside the small space.

"Darn, someone came before us and pushed all the buttons."

Kaz hurried to Bree's side to confirm what she was saying. Indeed, nearly every button on the stainless steel panel was alight.

"Probably some little child who like seeing the lights go on," said Kaz. He pushed the button for the penthouse-oddly one of the floors not selected previously by the deviant child. The two of them slowly began their ascent up the building.

Kaz was very aware of Bree's closeness to him on the ride up the elevator. As they near the top floors, the silence between them seemed to stretch an eternity. Kaz cleared his throat.

"What?" Bree turned to him.

"Oh, I didn't say anything," said Kaz nervously. He felt he would very much like to kiss her, but he didn't know how to instigate that scenario or to put it into words.

Bree saved him any trouble. As they neared their floor, she dashed between his arms and landed a quick kiss on his lips. She was soft and warm, and clearly more experienced then him in kissing.

As soon as she pulled away, the doors opened on their top floor. Bree entered the penthouse first, Kaz following behind in a slight daze.

His euphoria clouded his mind for a second, and he didn't right away register the sight of the room around them. Things were smashed, the couch cushions were all out of place, and Oliver was running around, frantic.

"Oliver! What's wrong?" snapped Bree, running up and grabbing him by the arm to keep him from running off. Oliver looked at them, fear and pain sketched into the flesh of his face.

"They took them."

"Who?" Asked Kaz, confused. "Who took who?"

"I don't know who, some Caldarian girl. I think she must be an old enemy of Skylar's…she broke in, and kidnapped them."

"Kidnapped who?" asked Bree desperately.

"Skylar and Chase. She has them both, I don't know where."