Sorry everyone - I'm not if anyone was anticipating the next chapters on this and if you were I do apologize for the delay however I was trying to do this in my downtime and lately there hasn't been that much. I have to read through Chapter 11 one more time and then it should be ready to go. If you want to leave a review keep in mind I'm highly sensitive and cannot really take any bad feed back. Thanks for reading, enjoy!

Chapter 10

Basen was slouching in her seat, a posture she would normally adopt when sitting at her desk, when Miles came in. Set up at her desk was the print formally hanging in Gretchen's bedroom. Vivi was staring at it, transfixed.

"You're studying that like you're going to write your doctor's thesis on it." Miles commented as his walked into the room.

"My doctor can write his own thesis," she mumbled.

"So what are you hoping to find?" Miles asked standing beside Vivi so he had a view of the picture as well.

"There is something about this picture that is different from the one I was looking at yesterday."

"Oh yeah, what's so different about it?" He had made the same observation she had, cheap print in a cheap frame, there was not much else going on.

"Has Joe made it in yet?" Buchan entered the room with a box overflowing with diagrams and files.

"No not yet." Miles addressed Buchan harshly, he still didn't appreciate the man's presence in the office.

"Ahh," he breathed stopping behind Miles and Basen. "Van Gough's 'Poet's Garden', what a beautiful picture."

Both Basen and Miles glared at Buchan. When Buchan noticed the look he nodded toward the picture.

"You're print there. It's called Poet's Garden by Vincent Van Gough. Of course this doesn't do it justice, you must see the original print," Buchan walked on to a table at the end of the room and began to empty his box. Vivi stared after him, not really sure who he was but sure she wasn't happy with him at all. She turned to her computer and booted it up.

"I'm going to need to know more about it," Vivi explained "Too the internet," she announced.

"What are you hoping to find out?" Miles asked. Vivi shrugged.

"That Gretchen had the original print in her home and someone came back for it," she suggested. "No maybe that she was killed for it."

"And what, Lynne Hardey had the Mona Lisa?" Miles scoffed. Vivi stuck her tongue out at him but he had already turned to walk to his desk.

"Coffee?" Kent asked setting a paper cup in front of Vivi.

"Thanks," she said perking up. "Hey, you wanna go clubbing later on?" Kent flushed bright crimson.

"For the case Kent," Vivi said, trying to alleviate the younger detective's embarrassment. "You talked to the friends now it's time to go to the club they went too. See if the bartender or waitress or anyone else remembers them."

"Oh, then certainly." Kent said looking a little relieved.

Chandler arrived in the office looking harried. His razor had missed several spots on his face, his normally immaculate appearance looked as if he dressed in the dark. He barely breathed hello to the office before he quickly made for his office.

"Joe," Buchan called. "I have a few things I wanted to show you."

The little man tried to follow Chandler into his office but was shut out. Buchan fussed for a few moments unsure how to handle the current turn of events. Normally Joe and his team sought his assistance on a regular basis, but now more and more he had been left on his own with his files. While Buchan appreciated the solitude – if you can't enjoy your own company, who's can you enjoy – he worried he was no longer useful to any investigation. His rational mind tried to insist he was being paranoid but still.

Miles watched as the strange little man packed up his box of tricks again. Miles was never particularly fond of Buchan but felt a little bad at Chandler's treatment of him. Miles got up from his desk and walked into Chandler's office not bothering to knock.

"What's up boss?" Miles asked closing the door behind him to give them some sense of privacy, although the glass walls and door didn't offer much.

Chandler was more agitated the normal. Out came the tiger balm, he rubbed it on his temples, rubbed his hands together. He fixed the paperwork on his desk, shifted in his seat, massaged his forehead, ran his fingers through his hair, stopped looked at Miles, and then ran through the routine once more.

"Take your time," Miles offered. "It's not like we had that much to do today.

Chandler sighed heavily, leaned over his desk, sat back, and with a trembling hand took Vivi's phone out of his pocket and handed it to his DS. Miles took the phone asked,

"What's this?"

"Basen's phone."

"How'd you get it?"

"She, it was left over my apartment."

"Your apartment, how did it get there?" Miles started to raise his voice. Chandler gave him a panicked looked encouraging Miles to lower his voice.

"She came over last night."

"So let me get this straight, practically the most notorious DC in the department is at your place and you steal her phone?" Miles sat down hard in the chair letting out a heavy breath as he did so.

"That's not the worst," Chandler confessed. "Read it." Chandler said handing Miles the phone.

Miles scrolled through the messages on Basen's phone, eyes growing wide in disbelief with every flip of his thumb.

"She doesn't know you have this?" he asked.

"I don't think so," Chandler confessed. "She walked into the room when I was reading the phone. I panicked and ended up putting it in my pocket."

"She didn't notice it missing when she left?" He quizzed.

"No," Chandler answered, combing his hair with his fingers.

"Did she leave in a rush this morning?"

Chandler's fingers suddenly stopped mid run through. "I didn't sleep with her." He said shocked

Miles raised his eyebrows at Chandler. He felt he had known Joe for a good number of years and could believe Chandler, but he was also aware men could make stupid mistakes. He himself almost had a regretful evening, or two.

"Miles, I'm not stupid. I have a little better sensibility than to sleep with one of my detectives." Miles made note that Chandler didn't completely rule out sleeping with Basen or the fact that he didn't want to. Chandler started his fidget dance again and Miles tossed the phone on the desk. He didn't like having the phone in his hands. He wasn't sure if it was because of the text messages or because of the owner of the phone.

"So what do you plan on doing?"

"A vacation sounds about right." Chandler replied. Miles smirked and left his office.