A/N: I'm not sure if I should continue with this story. So, let me know what you think. :)

Brad turned around when he felt someone looking at him, but there was on one. With a bored sigh he stood up and walked toward the exit of the park. A few meters away he saw a man walking in front of him. He had long ginger hair tied into a low ponytail. His whole posture, the way he walked was just like Schuldig’s. Brad stopped and blinked a few times wondering if he was hallucinating. The man remained walking as he had before then rounded the corner and disappeared from view. Brad broke into a run to catch up. Maybe it was really Schuldig. Brad came out into a boulevard and just managed to catch a glimpse of the man he was following before he turned into a side street. “Wait!” Brad shouted running after him.

Schuldig quickly turned into a small side street and dived behind the nearest trash container trying to hide, but knew it would not help. If Brad was sure that he had really seen him, he wouldn’t give up. He cursed himself softly for having been too lost in thought and not paying attention. He should have left the park before Brad’s instincts would kick in.

Brad slowly walked down the street looking around. The man was here somewhere, he could feel it. Above all it was a familiar presence that he would have picked up even after hundred years. “Stop hiding, I knew you’re here,” he said stopping right next to the container Schuldig was using as his hiding place. “Schuldig.”

Schuldig closed his eyes and sighed. He wouldn’t come out. If he did and even started to talk to him, Brad would be in trouble.

/Just leave me, okay? If we’re seen Esstet will kill you. I’m not allowed to come in contact with you. Please go, Brad./ He felt weird saying the American’s first name after such a long time. Even mentally it sounded strange, but he didn’t much care about that. Schuldig was more worried that Brad would get hurt because of his lack of attention.

/I don’t care./ Was Brad’s answer and he kneeled down in front of the redhead. Schuldig’s face had changed a bit, grown more mature and to Brad’s relief the blue eyes had remained the same. Cynical, weary, but also intelligent, curious and the mischievous glint were still there. However, now there was also worry, relief and fear. “I’ve had a desk job for ten years. I can use some excitement. I don’t give a damn, Schuldig. If they kill me right here on the spot.”

Schuldig looked down on the ground. “But I do,” he said softly. “I care, I don’t want you to die.”

Brad could not help but smile, seeing that Schuldig was still the same more or less, but he had grown too. “When have you become so mature, Schu?” He asked and reached out to touch his cheek, but then stopped. Would the telepath allow it after such a long time?

Schuldig looked up hearing Brad’s voice that was full of emotions and saw his hand slowly fall back as if he was afraid to touch him. “Have I?” He asked taking Brad’s hand and nuzzled it against his cheek gently. “Brad…” he whispered in a shaky voice, wanting to say that he had missed him, but couldn’t get it out. “I…”

Brad closed his eyes, fighting the urge to just pull the redhead against him. “I know.”

As if sensing what Brad wanted Schuldig moved closer and rested his forehead against his chest. “No matter what assignment as long as it would lead me to England I always took it just to see you. I’ve always been around.”

“How about we get out of here, and talk somewhere else?” Brad said with a grin. “Kneeling next to a container isn’t really a pleasure, don’t you think?”

Schuldig stared at Brad for a full minute then laughed like he hadn’t in years. “You’re right,” he said after calming down. “But where do you want to go? Esstet agents are-“

“Do you trust me?” Brad stood up and held a hand out to the redhead.

Schuldig nodded hoping that Brad knew what to do and took the offered hand.