Tweek was a tough one to find and it was at that point that Eric wished he had Kyle's mad computer skills aiding them along the way. There would probably be a lot of times he wished such things, but sooner or later he would dismiss it and find another way. After all, he was Eric Cartman.

This particular time, he'd forced a university hacker to help him by tricking the guy into thinking he'd get paid. It didn't take the kid long to find out where Tweek lived at the present moment and before he could ask about his payment, Eric and Kenny were off.

"Why didn't you just ask Craig where he lives? They keep in touch," Kenny said. "Tweek may move around a lot, but Craig would know."

"Yeah, and if we asked him, you don't think he'd find it strange? He may be an asshole, but he's not an idiot. He'd find out what we were up to," Eric replied. "In any case, we only wasted one and a half days trying to find him." He drove them into the gates of a small town. They hadn't left Colorado, which Eric was thankful for. He didn't want to go all around the US for one guy. "What's the address that computer geek gave us?"

"18 Merrow Street," Kenny read from the slip of paper in his hand. "It should just be up ahead."

"Alright, sounds good," Eric slowed the car down when they'd neared Tweek's current house. There they were: 18 Merrow Street. The house wasn't particularly large, but it was peaceful outside and there were two large trees that shaded the house from the heat of the sun. Eric parked the car on the side of the road and turned off the engine. "Man, I can't wait to see that twitchy little blonde's reaction when we ring the doorbell."

Kenny was quite disturbed at how much enjoyment Eric got out of seeing people's frightened expressions. He knew that the last thing on Tweek's mind when he opened that door would be something pleasant. He would probably be scared out of his poor little mind, trying to enter his happy place but realizing he couldn't because Eric was right there. He'd try to shut the door, but Eric would push it open and corner him. It was then that he would relay the situation and Tweek would twitch and be generally jittery while he tried to listen and not think about what Eric Cartman did to him.

Yeah, Kenny would say he knew Tweek quite well.

They walked up the stairs and Kenny glanced at Eric before he knocked on the door. They heard a crash inside followed by a loud "GAH!" that obviously came from Tweek. They waited a few moments before Eric started to get pissed off smashed his fist against the door.

"Christ, calm down, Eric," Kenny said. "He'll come eventually."

"We don't have all d—" Eric began, but stopped short when the door was pulled open by a shaky, pale hand. Tweek stood before them with tired, but wide eyes. He was even paler than before, if Kenny remembered correctly and he had dark bags under his eyes from so many sleepless nights. He was wearing one of Craig's old blue sweaters; Kenny figured it was so he wouldn't have to worry about buttons. Oh, what a challenge those pesky things could be. Especially when you were shaking so furiously you couldn't even think straight. That was pretty much how Tweek lived every day. Kenny wondered how he could do it.

He let out a gasp and tried to shut the door, just as Kenny predicted and just as Kenny predicted, Eric stopped him and pushed it open. "We need to talk," he said, cornering Tweek in his bathroom. He attempted to escape, but there were no windows and Eric's buff stature was blocking the door entirely. "Listen to me for a second. I said we need to talk."

Tweek covered his ears, hoping desperately this was just another figment of his imagination. He didn't want to see Eric Cartman. After all, he'd fled South Park to get away from the guy.

"It's j-just—GAH—a figment of my imagination! Go to your happy place, Tweek!" he told himself, shaking his head back and forth.

Kenny placed a hand on his shoulder, "We're not imaginary, pal, but we're not here to hurt you. We really do have to talk to you. I promise Eric isn't going to be an ass or anything."

Tweek looked at him, shoulders shaking and heart racing. He didn't want to listen to what they had to say because honestly, he was petrified. Horrible memories from his past invaded his mind and he saw Eric standing over a body holding a smoking gun. Someone had died that night and if it hadn't been for Craig, two people would have died. Tweek was indebted to him for being his knight in shining armour (well, knight in oily coveralls.) but all he'd done was make the man worry. As soon as he could, Tweek moved out of South Park, leaving Craig a note of apology. He remembered Craig calling him on his cell phone almost directly after, yelling at him for being an idiot.

"It wasn't your fault you got injured! You'd have to be a fucking idiot to think that! It was all Cartman's fault; that douche! Don't leave just because of that fatass!" Craig had practically screamed into the phone, but Tweek was already riding the taxi through the South Park exit. He couldn't escape his feelings that easily, though. Craig managed to track him down, probably because everywhere Tweek went, there was chaos.

Only a day after he moved there was a knock on his door and when he'd opened it, Craig was there looking furious. "You fucking moron! You never listen to me! What am I gonna do with you?" and after that, the rest was history. No matter what, Craig always called him and found time to visit him and for that, he was happy.

But Craig wasn't here now and he had no one to hide behind.

He was crouched down beside the bathtub, with hands over his head, muttering nonsense to himself and shouting the occasional GAH!

"This is working out pretty well, wouldn't you say?" Kenny chuckled.

"This is bullshit," Eric said. "He's nuts."

"Well, it is your fault, pretty much," Kenny went on talking as if Tweek wasn't even there. "You are the one who shot him."

Eric rolled his eyes, "He was in the way. It was Craig's fault for calling him in the first place."

"You can think that, but you were the one wielding the smoking gun. If it weren't for Craig, Tweek would be dead since you ran off to save yourself before Wendy showed up. You have to admit, that was an ass move."

Eric sighed, "Whatever. That's all over now and we're moving on. Craig forgave me, so Tweek should be able to as well."

"Craig didn't forgive you. Craig will never forgive you; you know that. The only reason he's helping you is because there is a lot of money involved in this heist. He could rake in enough dough to stop working for years and years."

"Blah, blah, all I'm hearing is boring chatter."

Kenny shook his head, mumbling something about wondering why he stayed with Eric. He turned to Tweek and waved a hand in front of his face, "Yo, Tweek, all we want to do is talk, seriously. If it makes you feel any better you can take out your cell phone and get 911 ready."

Tweek didn't stop shaking, but he pulled out his phone and held it close, "T-talk fast!"

"Okay, here's the deal," Eric began, "Kenny and I are going on a heist to get ten million dollars. We need a group of people in order to station them all around and confuse the shit out of the dirty Jew."

"K—GAH—Kyle?"

"Yes, Kyle," Eric said. "The more people involved, the more confused he'll get. We went by South Park earlier—had a blast from the past when we called Craig. It wasn't fun, but we needed him. He agreed in the end, so will you?"

Tweek looked shocked, but then again, that was his default expression most of the time. "Craig agreed to help you?" he placed a hand on his side, where the pain from the shot wound burned into his memory again. Why would Craig agree to help someone that hurt him so bad? "You're lying!" he yelled without thinking.

"I'm not lying," Eric said. "He agreed and he knows what he's getting into, so are you coming or not?"

If Craig was going, then did that mean it was safe? He didn't know the answer for sure, but what he did know was that he felt safe when he was with Craig. He didn't forgive Eric for shooting him, but he figured if the person he was closest to could move past it, then he could too. He was willing to trust his friend's judgement of the situation.

Eric didn't like the calculating look on Tweek's face. He didn't like being out of the loop or not knowing what people were thinking. It drove him crazy. "Well?" he tapped his foot against the tiles.

"Ah! I-if Craig is going, then I'll go too!"

"That's just what I wanted to hear," Eric smirked.

"You sure you're up to it?" Kenny asked. "I know you aren't forgetting the incident…"

Eric almost wanted to drive Kenny into the wall. Was he trying to change Tweek's mind? He silently cursed Kenny and his stupid poor blood.

"I haven't forgiven him…" Tweek said, looking down at his feet. "Every time I think about it… I-I think about how much it hurt, b-but—AH—you know…! I can't dwell on it forever! If I'm with Craig… he'll protect me."

Kenny smiled, "Alright, that's good enough for me." He turned to Eric, who gave him a steely glare. He just shrugged and chuckled like nothing was wrong.

"We have the mechanic and we have the distraction," Eric said. "Now we have to do something about the rat."

"What rat?" Kenny raised an eyebrow.

"You know… the one that's been telling on us."