The captain stared as van layed files out before him then raised a brow at the man, wondering why he had such an excited look during a harsh time. Though, after a second thought the captain felt a bit better, Van never let him down before, so he had hope. Looking at the tabs on the folders, he realized they were finical records. Van handed him a file and he opened it, gazing at the words before he was handed two more pieces of paper, gaining a confused look that made the corner of Van's lip curl a bit.

"The Iwa Financial records??"

"Yes. Look at the income; it's from one area only. Once I saw this I started to look deeper and learned more facts then I could imagine. Sir I know why we can't find the mother. There IS no mother. I went to the hospital where she was a 'nurse' and found they never heard of her. I went to the father's work and found he had been layed off two years ago and a year ago they went bankrupt"

The man gave a nod as his eyes scanned the finical record, confirming this. The man did go bankrupt, very deep. He sighed and looked at the second sheet, raising a brow. It was another Iwa account but this one had lots of money that never faulted even during the bankruptcy. At the point of the bankruptcy the second account had 90,000 dollars. The man stared at Van' his black eyes filled with confusion which earned a faint smile from Van. He loved confusing the man.

"That is Deidara's account. Its 6 years old but the money was usually 5-8 dollars though about 3 years ago he started using the ATM to put in amounts up to 300 dollars per week. I tried to look further but they said I need a warrant which I understand. But here's the thing. There was action was a week before he disappeared. He put in 200 and took out 150. The last record of action was 2 days ago. 20,000 dollars were taken out."

The man's black eyes went wide and stared at Van, quite shocked by this comment. Many thoughts ran though his head as he tried to figure it out. Where would a child get all that money? Van sighed and lend against the wall, letting out a slight yawn. He hadn't slept in two days and it was starting show by the dark circles under his eyes and the slow in his pace. The captain looked up and was going to question Van about the file till he noticed the exhausted look. He blinked in surpise, but never got to ask.

"I hope you don't mind I already acted. I sent James to the father's job to ask about his behavior, Catherine to the coriners to check for any finger prints plus Jones and Shancus are heading back to the Iwa house for a double look."

The Captain blinked in shock, and then smiled warmly. Van was always ready to surprise someone and god damn was he good at it. He was one of the best cops, but the captain knew that from the beginning. He had been a rookie when van was in training school for the job and sometimes helped teach the classes and he had to admit Van was far above the rest. They had been on different squads but the same station for many years and when the Captain got his own station he personally picked Van.

They have always been friends and each others support. Jones joined only 4 years ago at the ripe age of 18 but he was quickly taken under the Captains wing and Van was highly fond of the young boy. Shancus had only joined the past year but even him the Captain felt close to, as he was with all his subordinates. A soft smile spread on his face and his black eyes gazed up before he gasped lightly in embarrassment from the smile Van gave him with a raised brow.

"Dream again are we sir?"

"Sorry, I just can't get over how incredible you've come. You'll be an amazing captain."

"Never as good as you sir"

"Tch, Come on pal, lets get you a cot you need it"

He stood and grabbed Van's shoulder, leading him from the office towards a lodge room. Van gave a thankful smile before heading off for a rather longing rest.

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"Jones sir?"

The blond haired man turned and looked at Shancus. They were in the Iwa house, giving in another look over. Currently they were in Deidara's room, trying to find any hints of where he might be. Jones was by the boy's shelf of many sculptors, admiring the detail when his name was called. Looking over he saw the boy's bright eyes gazing at him, a frame in his hand. The man walked over and took the picture, staring.

Four young boys, around the age of 14, though a few a bit older then the others. To the far right was a rather skinny pale boy in baggy black shirt and loose dark jeans, his arms crossed with a faint smile on his face, his ruby eyes glancing over at the one next to him, his long black hair fell in neat side bangs and was tied back in a small pony. On the other side of him was a rather small boy with an unpleased look that looked like a mix between a pout and a growl. His dark hazel eyes were glaring lightly, one hand flipping the camera off while the other was shoved in the pocket of his baggy jeans, his white shirt holding a few dark stains that looked like dirt and oil. His messy red hair fell in pale face, giving him a young image.

Next to him was a rather happy boy who's one arms were wrapped around the redhead's neck, one hand giving a peace sign. His long blonde hair fell down his upper shoulders, his fridge tangling with the other's messy red locks. His eyes were cheerfully closed, seeming to let out a hearty laugh, his black pants and neon blue shirt stood out against his tan skin as did the black fingerless gloves. At the way end was a lanky blonde boy. One hand was resting on the black haired boy's head as was the boy's chin, his tounge sticking out with a smile (which was probably why the boy had a faint amused smile) His showing eye was a bright green, his messy bangs falling his eyes with black tips, a bit pulled back into a pony that barely brushed his shoulders. His light tight jeans and loose white button up fit nicely with his pale skin.

Shancus looked at Jones who stared at the picture for a few good minutes before adopting a rather sad frown, his blue eyes softening as he set the picture down. The green haired boy stayed silent, waiting till Jones was ready to speak, which earned him a small smile.

"The black haired one is Itachi, redhead is Sasori. Their friends with Deidara, the small blonde."

"What about the blonde with tips?"

"I don't know. Those two we've interviewed but I have no idea who that other blonde is."

"…it's sad. They all look so happy and cheerful. They must miss Deidara terribly"

Jones nodded and sighed as he took the picture, setting it in an evidence bag. Shancus offered to get the few bags in the father's room though didn't truly go. He left, but stayed to watch what Jones would do. He had trailed him the night before but nothing happened. He had gone to a store for milk and some bird seed, then stopped to give money to a orphanage trying to raise money for a large building along with some numbers before retiring home and reading till around 11 when he sent around 3 texts then went to sleep. Nothing was strange, but he wasn't about to give up yet. He needed some more proof for Van.

Jones sighed gently as he gazed at the picture before walking in the blondes dresser. His hand ran along the top before kneeling and opening the bottom drawer. It was empty, which made Shancus raise a brow, though his eyes went wide when Jones reached in and pulled out the bottom of the drawer, reviling a hidden layer. He pulled out a few items and set them around his knees. Old drawings, a pocket watch with something carved on the front and a headset that looked like it was used quite often.

The man's blue eyes softened as he cradled the headset, though when he looked at the headset Shancus though the blonde was going to cry. Setting the bottom back in, he stood and slid the two items in his pockets, though he gazed at the drawings for a few minutes before carefully folding them and tucking them in the inside pocket as well. Shancus ran to the fathers room and snatched up the bags before rushing back, though threw on a fake smile.

"Find anything?"

"Nope, though he's quite the artist isn't he? Look at all the work he has. See those posters? He made them. You can tell by the signature, it's the same as the one on the sculptors."

Shancus nodded and smiled as he followed Jones from the house, but once they were in the car and alone his smile fell and a rather sad look grew on his face. Could Van be right about Jones? Shancus was slowly starting to lose his own beliefs in the blonde. This case was truly strange.

It wasn't about to get any better either. If only the two young boy's knew the horror that awaited them upon their return.