Heero sat there, as there was no specific train of thought that came to him as he continued pondering that password. He'd given up earlier, but he decided to try again, after all there'd never been a computer or file he couldn't hack before. So there was no way Duo Maxwell would ruin that for him. There was something he hadn't even thought of before, as he typed in the word it entered in as the correct code, and Heero rolled his eyes.

"Why the hell would you put my name as the password? I guess making it so obvious is what made it impossible for me to figure it out quickly..." Heero went ahead and began exploring the contents of the file. What he found was normal at first, just a couple of pictures Heero was sure Duo wouldn't want his father to see.

That was when he began to find something more disturbing, as he began to find many articles that had been saved or scanned onto the computer from the newspaper all concerning his mother's murder, and he hit the 'jackpot' when he found a letter Duo had typed. Though he wasn't sure whether he had just written a letter to himself, or to someone in particular, but it was what he had typed that troubled Heero.

There was a panicked feeling as Heero read the other teen's letter, and continued to read the exclamation, "I didn't do it!" But there was a name that caught his eye half-way through the paper that he didn't recognize, Treize Khushrenada, well the truth was Heero knew the name but couldn't explain any connection between that man and Duo. He had been a very powerful icon, but supposedly he lost all of his success because an employee of his confessed to police that there had been illegal operations going on in his company.

Suddenly the phone began to rang and startled the teenager, his cobalt eyes swiftly moving to the electronic, and he wondered whether or not to answer the phone. He knew it was a bad idea to answer, but Heero's curiosity got the best of him as he snatched the receiver.

"Hello?"

"You're not him." The voice sounded displeased as Heero unexpectedly felt a chill run down his spine.

"Who is this? I can leave a message for Mr. Maxwell or Duo if you need them to return a call." Heero felt stupid for saying something like that, but he figured if it was just a friend of Duo's dad, he would surely leave his name at least. After a long silence on the other end Heero asked, "Are you still there?"

"You should not be in that house... I need him not you... though you may be a good resource to reserve for later..." The voice seemed to have either forgotten Heero was still there or else didn't care to hide his suspicious intentions. "Just remember what you meddling has gotten you into..."

With that last threat the other line went dead. Heero didn't know what to make of the phone call, but he knew that whoever was calling was angry that he had been 'meddling'. "What the fuck is happening around you Duo...?"

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Duo sat in the room, bored as they tried to do the bad cop-nice cop interrogation on him once again, but the braided teen had learned not to trust police officers not matter what they promise. The 'bad cop' paced around the room and suddenly stopped to try intimidating Duo by slapping the table hard.

"You know that even if you don't confess we have enough evidence to convict you as guilty of this crime?"

"You guys don't have shit. All you have is speculation, and the judge won't give a fuck if you can't get at least one bit of tangible evidence." Duo smirked as he watched the man really begin to lose his temper as his bluff was thrown back into his face. "So what are you gonna offer me now?"

The teenager directed the question to the 'nice cop' and watched as the man tried not to lose patience as well. The two of them stood up and began to head for the door, but then one stopped and there was one second where Duo could've sworn the man smirked at him. Yet neither of them said a word as the left the interrogation room, and as Duo sat there he began to get a sudden uneasiness.

Amethyst eyes scanned the room before resting on the two-way mirror, knowing that there were eyes peering at him from behind there gave him the creeps, and a sense of nostalgia as well. Like this sort of thing had happened before, where the unseeing eyes observed him ever ready to strike. The door opened and Duo's father stepped into the dimly lit room, and had the usual look of exhaustion on his face.

"The morons that work here are incredible ignorant, it's almost like talking to a brick wall half the time. Anyway, they're going to release you soon and we can go back home... Apparently the coroner claims that they've uncovered something that opened the cold case once again, but haven't elaborated as to what that is." Duo's father didn't seem capable of looking his son in the eye, which led the teen to believe whatever the police found isn't a good thing. "Anyways, let's go home and try to make the rest of today normal as possible."

The two of them made their way out to the front of the building where two officers were waiting to drive them back home. It was the same two men that had been questioning Duo and trying to force out a confession that didn't exist.

One stepped forward, "We've been ordered to keep surveillance of your home until this passes over."

"Fine do whatever the hell you want." Duo's father and Duo got into the car, both shifting uncomfortably as they felt awkward. The two of them knew things would get even worse in their house as these strangers made it their temporary residence, yet there was nothing either of them could do.

The drive back to the Maxwell house was horrible, there was an eerie silence that settled over the group of men and Duo couldn't believe that any of this was still real. Actually he knew that both he and his father wished that this wasn't their reality, and that it was some crazy dream that just wouldn't end. But that was the sort of thing that wouldn't go away with the blink of an eye, it was a burden that they had to bear.

As they arrived back at the house, Duo noticed his window was closed, which meant Heero was still there. He distinctly remembered it being open, but maybe there was a reason for the other teenager to remain in his house. Though he had better have a good reason for doing so, especially since they were now going to be under 24-hour surveillance, and it was putting Duo in a bad mood.

"I'll be in my room if any of you assholes need me," Duo slammed the car door as he got out and unlocked the front door with his own key. Making his way to his room, he found Heero on his bed apparently taking a nap, which just pissed Duo off even more. "Wake up and get off my fucking bed!"

He said it no louder than a whisper for fear of someone hearing him, but it still woke the chocolate-haired teen up quickly. Prussian blue eyes immediately landed on him as Heero sat up, he was obviously embarrassed for anyone to have seen him so vulnerable but tried not to show it.

"So what's going on now?" Heero asked as he observed Duo closing the door and locking it carefully.

"To be honest, they're going to be watching me 24-7 from now on... so you're going to have to be a bit more discreet if you come over again uninvited." The amethyst-eyed teen sat down on the bed next to Heero, exhausted from the day's events. "I can't believe this is all really happening..."

Heero didn't want to mention anything about Duo openly saying he could come back, because he knew doing so would probably just enrage the fatigued teen. He fell lied down across the bed parallel to the other young man and they just stayed like that for a few minutes. Neither spoke a word as they did not want to disturb one of the few moments where they weren't fighting, yet Fate was not kind as she destroyed that fraction of their lives.

"Hey kid, unlock the door." One of the cops demanded, Heero went back to his hiding spot under the bed as Duo did as commanded. "My name is Sharpe by the way and my partner is Bennit, I just wanted to make sure you were still here and explain this all better to you. First of all, one of us will be accompanying you and your father at all times, that includes school and work or any after school activities. Along with that we would prefer you bringing any desired company to your home instead of going to theirs' as it would be awkward. That's really it, so just behave and I'm sure everything will work out."

Duo sighed impatiently and closed the door in the man's face, making sure that was the end of their conversation. He once again flopped on his bed as he heard footsteps going towards the stairs, Heero came out.

"I'm sorry to be such a burden, so I'll be leaving I guess."

"No, don't... I really do need somebody here. And out of anyone I'd pick you since you're the only one I can really trust." The adolescent seemed ashamed of admitting this sort of weakness, and it made Heero remember the kind of desire that had gotten Timothy Maxwell's disapproval in the first place. "But don't get any funny ideas, you mean nothing more to me than a friend would."

Duo hated how he had not only to lie to Heero, but to himself about his emotions when it came to his friend. Yet he wouldn't allow himself to succumb to these uncontrollable feelings of affection, as he convinced himself Heero was nothing more than a companion to talk to and keep him sane.

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It wasn't a night that was meant to be interrupted, at least not for Trowa and Quatre, but it was anyway. The cell phone began to ring from Quatre's nightstand, which was veiled by the impenetrable darkness of his room. With a few stumbling steps the blonde managed to snatch the device and click the button to answer the call.

"Hello?" His voice was groggy, as it was now nearly two in the morning and Heero decided to suddenly call him.

As Quatre listened to Heero described that day's events from when he left their new school, he heard Trowa shift in the bed and knew that he was now curious as to what was going on. Almost as soon as the call ended, Trowa inquired about what occurred.

"Heero was just telling me about everything that happened, and honestly it's not something I'd like to think about right now. Can't we just discuss this in the morning?" Quatre knew Trowa wasn't about to let him get away with some excuse like that, but oddly the brunette didn't pry.

All that he asked was, "Those morons are alright, aren't they?"

"There's no human being on this earth that could keep either one of them restrained against their will, except for each other." He smiled, even though he knew Trowa could see it, but he still had the feeling the brunette knew. "Can we go back to sleep now? Since we do have school tomorrow..."

"If you really want to sleep you can, but I can think of a few other things we could be doing now that we're awake."

"And what would that be?"

After that there was no more conversation between the two hormone crazy teenagers, as they allowed their bodies to control the conversation.

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So how was this chapter? I'm hoping I'm keeping a good plot and being consistent with everything (mainly the writing style). Anyways, I would love whatever advice or suggestions any of ya'll have to give if you think something needs to be changed a little bit.

Please R & R!

Shari Maxwell