Disclaimer: HA! Check chapter one… I don't need to write another one…

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH BRENN!!!! She was a jewel and wrote this chapter for me. Please look into her work, it is beautiful. She is a wonderful writer!! hugs Brenn Now that this has become a team story, Brenn should get just as much credit as me!! She is a wonderful Brad in my opinion!!

THANK YOU AGAIN!!!!

Now to get onto the chapter itself… Thanks for reading everyone!!!






Chapter 2: Crawford's Response

It is early morning when I park the car in the park house that is located under the building where we live and took the elevator to the seventh floor. Working for filthy rich business men allows Schwarz to constantly live in penthouses. While waiting for the elevator to stop at the right floor I looked at my watch to check the time. 6 am. The meeting with the new employer Esset appointed had taken longer than I first anticipated. I had forced many visions to decide which would be the most profitable outcome making me tired. The only thing I wanted right now was my bed. The elevator doors opened and I stepped out heading for the door at the end of the corridor. As I opened the door I was wondering if the house was in one piece. It was Schuldig's responsibility to mind the place since Nagi was away.

I closed the door and stood for a moment to listen. Only this early in the day was the house so quiet. Farfarello was secured in his room and Schuldig was most likely fast asleep, randomly picking up thoughts from our neighbours and mumbling them aloud. Taking my shoes off, and coat, I went to my room, but what I saw made me stop. On my bed lay the sprawled out form of a redhead. Schuldig slept on his side with one arm folded under his head like a pillow the other hanging off the bed and his face turned toward the door. Long reddish strands fell over closed eyes and shifted with every breath. As I had guessed his lips mouthed some lose words. I walk over to the desk to put my suitcase down and saw pieces of paper that I had left earlier on my desk. They were now filled in with Schuldig's handwriting. The telepath must have been bored.

I'm tired and should go to sleep, but I'm far too curious about what Schuldig had written. Leaning on the desk I take the papers and start reading.

When I'm finished I can't help, but smile at the last paragraphs. If you wanted to dispose your confession, Schuldig, you should have done it immediately not wait until morning. You are not a morning person, have never been, unlike me.

I look sideways, seeing that there are still some papers left and an idea occurs to me. I sit down, pick up the pen and start writing.

Schwarz - could be regarded as a family as you so nicely put it, but we are so much more than that. I like to compare us to the wheels in a machine, each of us has a task and we all complete it. We are team mates, partners and …friends.

Schuldig, you are the closest thing I can call a friend. Although, you are most of the time a pain in the ass and you do nothing but distract me from my work. I tell you off and am angry when you disturb me, but I'm glad that you care enough to bother me. Nagi and Farfarello would never do that and I would never accept it if they did. You have proven to me many times that you are someone I can rely on and trust that you will watch my back. I know you like to believe I'm perfect and can foresee everything that is going to happen. I have to disappoint you, though, I don't.

Should I ever follow your advice and get a woman, I have an idea that you would make sure she would disappear as quickly as she came. I know you don't like it when someone other than you gets hold of my attention for long periods, but you will have to deal with that. As much as you like to imagine I'm your lover, it won't come true. I like to keep things to myself. There are some that I don't tell anyone, not even you, especially not you. Still, you are the only person that knows me as the person I am. Not Crawford, the part that Rosenkreuz created and Esset wants.

Speaking of Rosenkreuz, I found you there, a scrawny telepath almost half crazy from all the minds around you, but you were the only one who still had retained your own personality and a will. At that point I already knew you would be the telepath for my team, I would not be satisfied with someone else.

I guess now is a good moment to end this letter. It is almost 7 am and I realize I have gone for 24 hours without sleep. Should you wake up before me, which I don't doubt you will make sure both letters, yours and mine are gone from my desk. The other two don't have to know what nonsense we have written.






A/N: Please review and let us know what you think. I am working on Schuldig's response to this at the moment. So hopefully I will have that up soon as well. Hope you all are enjoying reading letters between these two.

Darkephoenix: I am glad you liked it so much, I spent a lot of time on that… But lets just say Schul wrote it not me… I had to read it over myself a few times to get what he was trying to say at first. lol! Hope you enjoyed this chapter as well!

Train XIII: Well here is your wish, Brad found it and responded… Now to see what Schu has to say to this! wonders herself what he is going to say As you said Train, Schul did write this himself, I had little say in it.