The drive back to the station was a long awkward one for Shancus. He wanted so badly to ask Jones about what he had seen, but he knew better. He sighed, almost jumping out of his skin when he felt a hand grab his wrist. His eyes shot up, though relaxed when they met Jones's soft smile

'Are you ok kid?'
'Y-Ya fine'

The blonde's smile softened more and gently ruffled the youngers hair. He knew this was the kids first homicide case and the fact the missing boy was only a year younger had to be spooking him. Shancus seemed to sense Jones was trying to reassure him for he gave a gentle smile. The pair fell into a comfortable silence and the car started to slow as they came to the turn before the station. Jones cell went off as they pulled up and he answered as he climbed out.

'Hello??'
Jones?
'Mike?'
Ya look whatever ya do don't come back to the station, not with the little guy I mean'

Jones wore a confused look as he walked around the car, his eyes down as he walked. Shancus stared at Jones before climbing out. Though once he did his eyes went wide and he let out a scream. Jones jumped and finally looked up. His eyes went wide, his face pale.

A body was hanging from a noose over the front of the building, a large puddle of blood below it. Across the front of the build written in blood were the words BACK DOWN. Jones dropped the phone and in a moment had an arm around Shancus, hiding the boys face in his chest. The shaking boy clung to the older shirt, trembling with fear. Jones gently stroked the boys hair, trying to calm him. The blonde used his free hand to snatch the phone.

'Mike what the hell is going on?!'
'oh god was that Shancus? damn I didn't want the tike to see....'
'What in the hell is going on?!'
'We have no idea but Van stormed out, pissed as hell'

Jones cursed, and stood, holding the smaller boy in his arms. Normally Shancus would hate to be held in such a childish manner in fear of seeming weak, but at the moment he didn't really give a fuck. Jones frowned gently and carried the boy through the back door to the station, earning worried looks from everyone when they saw the state of the youngest cop of the station. The captain, who was having a rather heated discussions with higher members of the station abruptly cut the group off and swiftly walked over to Jones. The young male stared at him, his blue eyes filled with anger, confusion and worry. The man stared, then gave a soft smile. He reached his hand out and gently stroked Shancus's hair, causing the boy to peek out a bit. He stared at the captain, muttering a soft apology but the captain easily brushed it off.

'Son don't bother. Everyone was horrified by what was out there, you don't have to worry.'
'Y-Yes sir'
'Sir where did Van go??'

The eldest man of the trio gazed at the blonde but didn't say a word. The boy blined, his blue eyes filled with confusion. He bit his lip and looked away, clearly worried. The captain gave a soft smile and patted the boys shoulder before turning his back to the pair.

'Its been almost 3 weeks since he's gone missing. 2 more days then we declare him dead, the same goes for those girls. 2 more days, then we have to pull the brakes on his case.'
Shancus's eyes went wide and he stared up at Jones, who's eyes were closed, a sadden look on his face.
'.....Yes sir......'

He set the boy on his feet and sighed. He didn't meet the youngers gaze but the green hairs boy could swear he saw the others eyes glazed over with tears. He stared in shock as the blonde walked to the break room. He followed, peering in. Jones was sitting on a small cot, his head in his hands. The boy was about to walk in when a hand grabbed his shoulder. Gazing up he stared at the captain who gave him a warm smile but shook his head.

'No son, let him be. Come, your fathers here for you'

Shancus didn't fight as he was lead away, but through the crack he left in the door he gasped when he saw a tear fall.

'You son of a bitch!!!'

Flame, who had been resting on the roof to the old shack was roughly ripped up, his gaze meeting a glare from a clearly pissed red-head. Sasori's grip was tight on the boys collor, a growl in his voice as he spoke.

'Your little stunt could cause us everything!'
'What stunt?'
'Don't play stupid with me! You hung a corpse in front of the police station, and not just any, but -his- corpse!!!!'

Blank eyes stared at the redhead, making Sasori quite confused and even tempted to doubt his own belief, but then again who the hell but him would be that sick and crazy.

'I have no idea what you're talking about.'
'Huh?'
'I didn't want anything to do with that man when he was alive and I certainly want nothing to do with him after his death either.'

The two fell silent and Sasori released the boy, taking a seat on the roof, his fists gripping part of his shaggy hair. Flame said nothing and sat next to the boy, placing a hesitant hand on his back, trying to be a bit more reassuring. It seemed to work for a moment later Sasori looked up at him with a calmer expression.

'Then who the hell did it?

Van cursed as he walked down the small path that was almost hidden by large trees. The aged cop knew the path well and where it led to a large cliff with a small meadow. The reason he was here he could hardly believe himself.

When he was in hi3s office back at the station there was a loud thud on the roof, then after a moment screams from the front. He was going to go see when something hit his window, making him jump out of his skin. Once he headed out and found the item it turned out to be a small rock with a paper around it, with quick writing.

Cliffside Meadow you know the place

Van wasn't even sure why he came, but somehow he knew he had to. This place, it was rather important to him. The meadow was where he cornered a ruthless criminal who had many underground businesses. One was prostitution which he would kidnap young teens for. When Van had caught him he was in the mist of taking a teen already. The memory, it was still fresh in his head.

The chill of the night air, the sound of the waves as they crashed into the side of the cliff.
Van stood before the feared criminal, gun rose. He didn't even need to shout freeze for their gazes were already locked. His dark brown eyes were glaring while cold black seemed to sneer, though his face remained blank. Van clicked off the safety and slid his finger over the trigger. This time the man did sneer, laughing coldly. Van growled, stepping forward.

'Drop the boy! I don't want anyone to get hurt'
'Shove it kid, I could care less if you shot or not. Besides you won't cause ya might shot the brat'

He yanked the boy in front of him, gripping a handful of the boys blonde locks, making him yelp. Van shouted at the man and pouted the gun at him again, threatening to shoot. The man ignored him and stepped towards the edge of the clearing towards the woods
'Freeze damn it!'
'I don't think so'

Van growled and aimed his gun. Cocking the gun he stepped closer, a bit too close for the mans taste. He turned and started get away. Van shouted another warning but knew it was helpless. He raised the gun and quickly shot, still running after the man. The man heard the gunshot and quickly turned, yanking the young boy in front of him. The boy let out a cry of pain when the bullet hit his side, causing blood to splatter the forest floor. The man smirked and carelessly tossed the young boy to the floor then took off. Van ignored the man and ran to the boy's side.

'Hey kid, you ok? Talk to me!'

The boy gave a weak smile and lifted his hand, gently touching Van's face. He grabbed the boys hand as it started to fall, his eyes wide with worry. He kept mutterin no, trying to stop the bleeding. He looked down at the boy, at his bright green eyes, so full of warmth, forgiveness. Van knew the boy didn't blame him yet still the guilt was there.
The boy's eyes were what burned deep into his memory. The brightness, the unusual shade of green, and the way they always looked so warm. It was almost like they were right before him. Van blinked, then gasped, his eyes wide. The eyes were too vivid to be his memory. He stepped forward, a shocked expression on his face.

This was no memory.

Before Van, stood the blonde boy the one from those years ago though he had aged. Still, the silky blonde locks that fell in his emerald eyes and down the nap of his neck, the soft smile and even the unusually feminine figure were exact.
It was him.

'Jacobson....'
'It's J.J.'

DUN DUN DUUUUN!!!!
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