Edward raced into his house, throwing his shoes off and jumping onto the couch, ready to inspect the bag. Only, once he was there, he couldn't seem to do anything. Envy followed more slowly, after waving goodbye to Greed, sitting next to Ed, quiet for a change. "Ed," he finally murmured, "we should probably open that."

Still, Edward couldn't move, just staring at the bag that sat in front of them. It was just a gym bag, but the idea of what might be inside was alarming. "I can't," he finally admitted. "Do you know how terrifying it's going to be if we open that and there are pictures of us fucking?"

Envy turned to him, pressing a kiss to Ed's cheek before grabbing the bag and pulling it onto his lap. "I know. But really, it would be better to find that than to not have anything to prove this guy's a creep." With that, he tugged on the zipper, letting the bag fall open before them.

Inside, it seemed, at first glance, to be full of normal teacher paraphernalia. There was a binder full of notes (innocent, class planning notes), an empty container that probably had lunch in it a few hours ago, a jacket, a wallet…

"Fuck," Ed groaned, running his fingers through his hair. "His wallet. We stole his wallet. We're in so much trouble."

"Not as much trouble as he's in—no one's going to punish us after they see the shit he's pulling," Envy muttered, pulling out an unlabeled, heavy folder that had been buried at the bottom of the bag and waving it around before handing it to Edward. "That look suspicious to you?"

"Defintiely."

"Oh—and here's the remote you couldn't find…" Envy dug around for another moment before shaking his head and tossing the bag on the floor. "That's it. They've got to be in that folder."

Ed swallowed hard, trying to brace himself. He felt mildly ill—the thought of finding pictures of himself stashed away for Mr. Nichols's enjoyment was nauseating, absolutely disgusting…but they had to know. With shaking fingers, he opened the folder.

The first picture wasn't of him and Envy, but it shocked him all the same, two girls lying with their arms intertwined. These were people he knew, people he went to school with and interacted with on a daily basis…trembling harder than ever, Edward continued to flip through the pictures, almost perversely needing that personal confirmation…

There. Him, and Envy, curled up on the mattress, thankfully covered with a sheet. Both of them appeared exhausted, and they were smiling at each other. Edward remembered this, and it had been a sweet moment, but now…

Edward pushed the folder away, covering his mouth. "I think I'm going to be sick."

Wordlessly, Envy wrapped his arms around Ed, pulling him onto his lap and petting his hair. "Breathe, baby," he murmured after a moment. "Don't puke on me, okay?"

"Envy that was us," Edward choked. "Can you even imagine what he's done with those pictures—"

"Ed, you're going to hurt yourself," Envy chided. "Just breathe."

Edward kept his head securely buried in the crook of Envy's neck, trying to keep his stomach in control as the other boy bent over slightly, grabbing the folder and shuffling through it. "Ed—Ed, look at this."

"I don't want to know," Edward mumbled.

"No, really, you need to see this, it's…strange."

Steeling himself, Ed turned enough to see the pictures Envy was holding up. "See anything unusual?" Envy asked him.

"Yeah," Edward replied slowly. The photos were hard to look at, but all he had to do was glance and think for a second before understanding where Envy was going. "This is really…crappy porn."

"No one's actually fucking," Envy agreed. And it was true. There were tons of pictures, but in every one, it seemed the couple had just finished. They all looked ecstatic, but weren't actually touching, not in a sexual way at least.

"I don't get it," Ed said, turning away from the photos again. "What's the point? If you're going to spy on students, why not get the good stuff? I mean, shit, I'm glad, but…it's almost creepier, you know? Because it doesn't make any sense."

"I know," Envy mused. "I can't figure it out…" He was quiet for a long while, before suddenly shuffling the papers and putting them back in a stack. "Oh well. It doesn't matter, right? We got him, Ed!"

"Yeah…" Edward responded quietly. He just couldn't be that easily satisfied. What was the point in collecting pictures of students just lying there, even if they were naked, when you could just as easily catch them in the middle of the act? Something about it didn't add up, and that made Ed nervous. What was Mr. Nichols doing?

"Come on! Cheer up!" Envy insisted. "I know it's irritating to not know his game, but it's over. He's not going to be able to do it anymore, Ed. That was the whole goal, here."

"That's true," Ed admitted, smiling lightly. "I guess we did it."

Envy kissed him in celebration, grinning through the contact. When they separated, Edward pulled out his phone. "Roy's going to want to hear about this."

For the first time Ed could remember, Roy came home early. The man barreled into the house, almost busting the door, and held out his hand wordlessly for the pictures. Edward watched as Roy leafed through them. "So?" he asked. "We're good, right? That's plenty of proof."

"Yeah, definitely…" Roy replied absentmindedly, spotting the oddity in the pictures immediately. "What's up with the lack of…well, anything serious?"

"Dunno," Envy responded. "We were wondering about that too."

"You don't think it's important, do you?" Ed wondered. "I mean…we aren't missing anything, are we?"

"No, no," Roy said, still flipping through. "Bottom line is this guy is a freak and you've caught him, now. Let me call some people in, just for purposes of regulation, and we'll go deal with him now."

Curious as he still was about Mr. Nichols's choice of photos, Edward was more than happy to agree to that. To just be done with the whole creepy affair was just what he needed. "Hey," he started, "can we even use that evidence? I mean, we stole it, so…isn't it null?"

"Technically, yeah," Roy confirmed. "But if we show him we already know, chances are in the face of this evidence he'll break down and confess."

"I don't know," Edward replied doubtfully. "He's a tough guy."

"Yes, but we're only unable to do anything in terms of the law. With this, you can still get him fired—he would actually have a better time confessing and maybe being able to work a deal than to try to just slide by, because he'd never be able to find another job."

"Well, that's all good, then!" Envy interjected. "Let's get going!"

Roy began to walk away towards the phone, but stopped after a few steps. "Ed," he began, voice strained as he turned around, holding a photo up. "What the fuck is this?"

Edward inspected the photo, eyes growing wide and face heating up as he realized what he was seeing. Him and Envy, curled up, with his face splattered with the other boy's jizz. "Um…"

Beside him, Envy was fighting back laughter as Roy shook his head. "I can't believe this. I didn't raise you this way. You're corrupting my child, Envy."

"Damn straight, sir."