D.I.V.E. University.

Mediterranean Sea: You're My Deepest Blue

Cesc told the rest of the team about Gerard, and now they're trying to break the code.

"What is this?" Xavi looked at the numbers on the scrap of paper.

"Maybe it's a phone number!" Neymar said enthusiastically and grabbed his phone to dial a number.

"Really? What kind of phone number?" Leo challenged.

"We'll see," Neymar grinned smugly as he put the phone on his ear.

As his grin died down, Leo was satisfied, "No, it's not a phone number."

Ter Stegen, who had been examining the numbers smiled, "It's a longitude and latitude." He looked up for it using his phone. "One problem, though. It's in the sea."

Xavi grinned, "Hey, Andres, we still got that ship that David stole?"

"Embezzled," Villa corrected.

"Same thing."

"Yes?" Andres said. "I've been taking care of the ship since none of you seem to be able to do that."

"Prepare the ship!" Xavi ordered.

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Mediterranean Sea

They're flying above the sea. "Jump!" Zlatan was pushing Gerard at the edge of the helicopter.

"No!" Gerard freaked out, hands gripping the doorframe tightly. There's no way he's going to jump there. But Zlatan kept pushing him and it's impossible to hold on forever. "It's too high!"

"No, it's not. You'll be fine. I've calculated everything."

"Look at the rocks!" Gerard screamed in horror.

"They're far away, you won't hit them," Zlatan said calmly.

"How if this is not the right place? It can't be in the sea!" Now Gerard was desperate.

"I've calculated everything, and I never miscalculate." Zlatan was losing his patience. "Now jump and fetch it!"

"I can't swim!" he finally shouted through the roar of the rotor.

"I remember very well that you can swim." Zlatan didn't believe him. "Remember our date, darling?"

It was terrible horrible, no, scratch that, horrific date, Gerard remembered.

They were having dinner in a canoe, beautiful lake, the night sky was filled with stars, they had delicious food, and the moon and the candlelight were reflected on the water. If only it had gone well it should have been very romantic. But Zlatan was so full of himself. "Look at the stars, Gerard. They shine eternally, just as the fire you have inside for me."