Alright, so after reading your comments, which made me feel awesome, I've decided to post the next part as I should do as scheduled. Enjoy ^.^
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(Vanoss POV)
I was so confused over Tyler's change of behavior, but decided not to dig deeper into it. On the way to his place I was overthinking the moment I saw him again.

The unforgettable blue eyes, which I remembered filled with emotions. He seemed to forgot about everything that happened, he seemed to forgot about me. That was the saddest part. But once I saw him my feelings towards him returned stronger then before.

"Ok, we have to act fast. Look I know this won't be easy, but we're doing this for Craig."

Craig, my poor Craig.

I sat down on the chair in the living room in front of the dozens of PC. Tyler's fingers ran on the keyboard faster then I remember anybody could.

"Ok, we're in," he mumbled for himself.

"Where?" I asked curiously.

"Deep web, don't worry about anything. Alright, here are the potential clients and their offerings. Read them carefully. Consider danger, amount of money and risks around it. Pick three best, then let me know. I'm gonna find Craig meanwhile."

Are those contracts for Delirious? This is where he can be hired? This is where he got contract on me?

"What is this guy name again?" He asked me.

"The one who kidnaped Craig? Mark Fischbach," I replied, returning with my attention to my job.

We both heard knocking on the door. My heart started to race in nervousness. Tyler jumped out of his chair, then quickly turned off every machine that was currently on. We switched looks, when the knocking repeated.

"Coming," Tyler shouted.

"I want you to fucking run away as fast and far as you can when I tell you, you hear me? In the back there's door leading out. Find that fucker that refused to help us and tell him that I'm in deep shit."

What? Who's he awaiting? Drug gang? Some murderer? Fuck, I'm not ready for this adrenaline.

"You fucking hear me?" He repeated again louder.

I quickly silently nodded, getting up from the chair and slowly walking to the hall, leading to the direction Tyler pointed. I watched with my fast beating heart that as Tyler walked to the door and opened it.

"I'm here only to help you find him, the rest is up to you." I heard a voice that I knew too much well.

"You motherfucker," Tyler breathed out and moved away.

Delirious walked in. Our eyes met and I had a feeling I was gonna faint. My legs started to shake slightly, I couldn't even control my breathing. He was standing a few meters away from me, breathing and alive. He looked like nothing happened these past days. I felt so small against him, my whole will to stay away from him, to forget about him, just vanished. There he was.

Our moment quickly faded away when Tyler shut the door. Delirious looked at the PC set up, completely ignoring me.

"Alright, this is much easier now. Evan I think you can go home, you can leave it to us," Tyler turned the machines back on.

"No! Craig is my best friend, I'm not gonna stay at home and do nothing," I fought back.

"Fine. You will use your phone and call him, then we will do the rest." Tyler replied, and I nodded.

Tyler sat next to me and took me around my shoulder.

"Give me your phone," he ordered me.

"What for?" I asked quickly.

"Don't ask."

I gave him my phone, watching him plugging some wires to it, then he returned it to me.

"Call Mark, put him on the speaker. I need let's say 15-20 seconds to find his location. You think you can manage hold him on line that long?"

As my answer I dialed Mark's number. My body started to shake a little, I was nervous as hell. My only task was to hold him 15-20 seconds, our chance how to get Craig out alive, maybe our only chance.

"What do you want?" Mark's voice filled the room.

I met Delirious' eyes, and my stomach did a few flips. I had to forced myself to concentrate.

"Mark, can I talk with Craig? Please... just a few words. Please."

I looked at Tyler instead, seeing his fingers ran on the keyboard. There was a longer story silence before Mark responded.

"Fine."

I heard a footsteps, as he was walking somewhere.

"Got him," Tyler whispered with wide smile.

"Talk," Mark said.

"Craig? Craig!" I shouted desperately.

"Evan? Evan, please... fucking hell get me out of here, please. Get... get... get me out. I don't want to die, I don't-" his sobbing speech was stabbing my heart.

"That's enough!" Mark jumped in.

"I'm coming for you, Fischbach," I growled in anger.

"Looking forward." And with those words he canceled the call.

"Alright. Your job is done. Now it's our time," Tyler said happily.

"I'm gonna use your kitchen. Wanna something special?" I asked.

I wanted to feel useful, and at the same time I wanted to show Delirious that I was totally over him.

"Great idea."

I moved myself to the kitchen, finding the necessary stuff to cook the best meal I could. My peripheral vision was working on one hundred percent. I could tell Delirious didn't changed a bit. Yes, I missed those blue eyes filled with emotions, whether it was anger or lust. I tried to listen to their conversation, not to understand the meaning of their talk, but only to hear his unique voice.

After around one hour I grabbed three plates full of food and brought them to the living room, putting them on the table. Tyler was still on the PC while Delirious was sitting down, reading the files.

"Food is ready, " I mumbled, and sat across of my crush.

Delirious didn't even raised his eyes, which made me kinda sad. He was acting like I didn't existed, like I wasn't even there. And I knew I was so naive to think that maybe, just maybe, he had just a little interest in me.

Tyler joined me with pleasant look on his face.

"Damn, this is really fucking good," he compliment me, and I smiled, checking Delirious in my peripheral vision.

"Hey Delirious, you have to try it."

I looked at Delirious with my racing heart, who found interest in the files.

"Don't want to," he replied quickly.

"Suit yourself," Tyler replied, returning to the PC.

Maybe I should try to talk with him? What if he gets angrier? He's capable of killing me within like three seconds. Would he kill me if he had a second chance? There are still the questions, why didn't he kill me in a first place? Why did he shot himself? Does he even has some feelings? I know he cares about Tyler.

"Why are you staring?"

His voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I quickly looked down on my food.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, taking another bite.

"I asked why were you staring, not no apologize."

"I was lost in my thoughts, I wasn't intentionally staring at you," I replied nervously, feeling my own beating heart.

Oh my god! This is our first talk after what happened. Victory dance?

"Alright, here's what I can give you back. The house has thee floors. With no secret ways in, the best way for you is the one in the back. I'm really not sure right now, if there are any patrols, bodyguards, or how many people are in, you said we didn't have time. Once you're in, there are two options. Craig is either upstairs or downstairs. From the profile you gave me about Mark Fischbach I'm assuming Craig is gonna be downstairs. Act fast, before they can react back. Tyler take the grenades, and for the worst scenarios even the STI gun," Delirious told us, putting the files on the table.

"You are really not fucking coming with us?" Tyler asked with a hope.

"No, this is your fight. If you get killed, Tyler, I swear..." he didn't even finished his sentence, but I could hear the treat in his voice.

"Don't worry, I have Evan by my side," Tyler grinned at me.

I looked from Tyler to Delirious, just to look back down on my lap embarrassed, still feeling his eyes on me.

Why am I such a weaker near him? Why am I suddenly so shy and nervous? I hate myself. No! I hate him.