Kyle was angry. No, scratch that, he was furious. One small trip home to visit his family had revealed something he didn't know what to do about. What could he do about it? He couldn't very well turn his own brother in, now could he? It was a thought he'd been struggling with since he'd entered Ike's room. Curious as to what the small suitcase on his bed held, he clicked it open. What was inside was not a sight he wanted to see. Countless news articles of Eric Cartman's past heists and blueprints of many of them were inside. It also held a calculator, protractor, pencil, walkie-talkie and a cell phone Kyle had never seen before. He flipped it open and checked his last call. A number he didn't recognize. What else could he do, but call it?

It rang. He waited.

"Ike? What the hell are you calling me from this phone for? I told you not to call me until I gave you the signal! ...Or is it that your nasty rat of a brother is catching on? ...Ike? Ike!"

Kyle couldn't speak. He felt his eyes widen and his hands shake. He dropped the phone and it smashed to the ground. "No..." he whispered, turning out of the room to locate his brother, but he stopped himself. Just because Ike happened to have a secret cell phone to make calls to Eric and had items to make blueprints and printed out articles... that didn't mean they were working together, right? Ike wasn't like that, right?

Somehow, Kyle knew he wasn't getting out of this one by ignoring it. He packed everything into the suitcase just like how it was before he opened it and took a step back. This was when Ike entered. "Kyle? What are you doing in my room?"

"Ahh, Ike," Kyle laughed, trying to hide his shock. "I was just looking for you."

"Oh, what for?" Ike said, noticing the suitcase on his bed and suddenly becoming anxious. "You didn't... look through any of my stuff, did you?"

"No, just got here, actually," Kyle said. He was just lucky he was a good liar. "Why? Do you have a stash of playboys or something?"

"What, no, of course not!"

Kyle chuckled, shaking his head. "I guess I'll get back to work. But before so, I guess, is there anything you want to tell me?" He thought that was the easiest way to put it.

"Hm, like what?"

"Oh, I don't know. I've haven't really been at home for a while and when it has it hasn't been long. This case with Cartman has really been wearing me out," Kyle smiled slightly, hoping his brother would spill the beans. "So, if there was anything you wanted to tell me, now would be a good time."

Ike hated lying to his brother. It didn't make him feel good, didn't make him feel like he had something over him. It made him feel like a bad sibling. But he was doing this for Eric. Saying it to himself sounded painfully like he was stabbing Kyle in the back, but Kyle didn't know Eric's true intentions. He didn't know the real reason he wanted this ten million. Ike did and that was the sole reason he could not say anything.

"Nah, there's nothing."

Kyle looked down briefly before slapping on a grin, "No problem. I'll get back to work." He left Ike's room without another word.

Ike ran to the briefcase and flipped it open, grabbing the cell phone and dialing Eric's number.

"What the hell, Ike?"

"What?"

"You know what! What was with that call? You think I have time to do shit like this! We're finalizing the plans."

"Oh.. I know. I wouldn't call unless I was serious." Ike didn't remember calling Eric. Not at all. He knew to only use this cell phone when real shit was going down. "When did I call?"

"Just like, fucking, two minutes ago. Maybe not even that long."

Ike's eyes widened. Kyle. Kyle was the one that called. "A-and what did I say?"

"You said nothing, dipshit. You made a whispering sound and the phone dropped. You on drugs?"

"No, no, Cartman, that wasn't me!"

"Who the hell else would it be?"

"Kyle. Damn it, Cartman, it was Kyle."

There was no sound for about a minute. Ike could tell Eric was probably cursing up a storm inside that messed up brain of his, so he waited. "Fuck, well now he knows you're in on it?"

"He tried to question me, I think. I didn't say anything though, so he left."

"I'll call him."

"What, don't you think that's a little risky!?"

"It's fine. I'm in a busy mall now anyway. I'll just use a payphone."

"If you're sure... I mean, Jesus Christ, Cartman. If I didn't know what your real intentions were, I'd be going after you like crazy too. You're not giving Kyle an easy time of it. He's going to crack sooner or later."

"It's going to be later. He may be a little asshole, but he won't crack before we're done."

"If you say so. One more thing before you hang up." Ike narrowed his eyes and put on a scowl, even though he knew Eric couldn't see him. "If you hurt my brother, I will kill you."

Eric sighed and Ike could tell he was probably rolling his eyes. "I won't do anything to your fucking brother, alright? Jesus."

"You better keep your promise." With that, he hung up the phone, placing it back in the suitcase and shutting it tightly. He shoved it underneath his bed and let out a long sigh. Things used to be so much simpler when they were all kids.

.ooo.

"Hey, man, what's up with you? You look like you've seen a ghost." This was the greeting Kyle got from his best friend when he arrived at the station.

"Stan, can I tell you something? Something you can't tell anyone else?"

"Sure, Kyle. You know I'm always here for you."

"Okay, well, you know the case I'm working on? With Cartman?"

"Yeah, of course. How could I forget?" Stan let out a little chuckle.

"Stan... I think my brother is in on it... I know it now, actually. All the evidence was right there! But I couldn't do it... I couldn't question him. What would I say? I don't want to put him in danger even though he's putting himself in plenty. What should I do?"

"Shit... Are you sure?"

"Nearly positive."

"Well, the way I see it is, your bother is a brain, Kyle. He wouldn't do this sort of thing if he didn't know what he was getting into. I really don't think you need to worry about him. I understand about you not being able to question him as well. I mean, he is your brother. If you had to bring him in... Well, he'd probably feel like shit. Just watch him for a while, see how things go."

"You think?"

"I know!" Stan grinned. "Don't worry. Everything will be fine. You'll get Cartman. It's a sure thing."

Kyle smiled softly, "Yeah, thanks."

"Oh, I've got more news that'll turn that lame little smile into a full on grin!"

"What is it?"

"You know that guy I was telling you about? Phoned him and everything. It's set. Our spy is in place!" Stan winked. "All we have to do is wait."