To everyone that has been following this story, I want to apologize. I've had a crazy time this past year. Usually I'm much better about updating. Things have begun to go back to a normal flow for me, so expect updates far sooner now!

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park or the characters.

The following week came a little too quickly for Tweek Tweak. After the incident that the Fatass had to make happen, Tweek hadn't been able to calm back down. Craig wasn't helping either. The way he was trying to fluster him at every turn, every text, and every waking moment that they were together. He would admit that helping Craig kick Cartman's ass was a bit fun, but ever since he had not had a moment of peace. His mind was reeling. Cartman plastered pictures of them together all over the school yard. One, how in the hell had he not noticed him stalking around? Two, how did he even get up high enough to capture the picture? It was a two-story house for crying out loud! Not to mention he had never seen Cartman physically pull himself up a tree or the rope climb in gym. How could he possibly have been the one that snapped the photos? That is…unless he had help.
At that realization Tweek bolted upright in his bed. It was only four in the morning but he'd be damned if he didn't get call Craig right now and tell him of his revelation. Seeing red he quickly dialed the number and paced his room while waiting for what he was sure would be a grouchy Craig.

"Hello?" Craig groaned out.

It was obvious to Tweek that he didn't even bother to check the time or see who was calling him. "H-hey! I need to talk to you! IT'S SUPER IMPORTANT!" Tweek stammered out.

"Tweek? Babe, what's wrong?"

Tweek took a big breath to calm his nerves a bit, "Craig! I was thinking and I couldn't sleep but GAH! I have a theory that Cartman wasn't alone! H-he had to have an a-accomplice. We were on the second floor!" There was a long pause on the other end of the line, "Craig?"

"Motherfucker!" There was some rustling around on the other line, "I'm coming over. Don't move!"

"Wait Craig!" Tweek yelled frantically but it was too late. Craig had already hung up the phone. Tweek paced some more trying to calm his shot nerves. He didn't know who would team up with Cartman to fuck with them but he was certain whoever it was, was a wolf hiding in sheep's clothing. It would have to be someone they knew. Even likely someone that they thought was their friend. Tweek went to his desk to start jotting down names.

A few minutes later Craig walked into the room and locked the door.

"Jesus! H-how did you get in here?" Tweek shrieked flailing in his chair.

Craig walked over and sat on the edge of the the smaller boy's bed, "Your back door was unlocked" he replied matter-of-factly. Tweek relaxed a little grabbing the paper he wrote on, "Oh…GAH, I have a list of people that might be suspects. The bad thing is that there's actually kind of a lot."

"Ok, well start reading them off and we'll justify them."

"Kyle?"

"No. Even if him and Fatboy are fucking, I still don't think Kyle would play his games."

"Stan?"

"No. He wouldn't want to piss off Kyle or Wendy."

"Jimmy?"

Craig sat silent for a minute thinking, "Put him on a follow-up list. I don't think he would help Cartman but he might still know something."

"Butters?"

"Definitely follow-up list. Put Kyle on it too. Just so we can see if maybe he knew about it or if Cartman told him anything after."

"Kenny?"

Craig visibly scowled, "He better not have! I'll ask him myself. They've got history but so do we. I'd be so fucking pissed if he did have something to do with it!"

"S-sorry! I just put him on the list to be safe. I doubt he would do it either. He's like us too."

Craig scoffed a bit at that, "Besides, the girls would have his balls if he really did. He wouldn't be getting laid that's for sure."

Craig sprawled out on Tweek's bed, "Anyone else?"

Tweek hesitated, "Well…T-token?"

Craig sat up fast,"Why would Token help Cartman?"

"Well…I mean…he's fake sometimes! GAH we both know it!"

"Come on Tweek, Token would never do that. He can be a fake douche sometimes but he hates Fatass. You and I both know that."

Tweek let out a sigh, "I hope you're right."

"I am right. Trust me. You should try to get some sleep. I'm going to go talk to Kenny."

Tweek jumped onto the bed next to Craig, "Why? GAH! It's so early. He won't even be awake yet."

Craig sat back up to plant a kiss onto Tweek's forehead, "It's past 4:30 now, if I walk from here it'll be 5. He'll be up by then. He's got that paper route before school remember?"

Tweek sighed heavily but relented. "Fine, but be safe ok?"

"I always am."