Sitting in the office he and Van shared, blue eyes gazed carelessly out the window. After everyone calmed down from Shancus returning things returned back to the slow place normal routine. Sighing lightly Jones's eyes tore away from the window and stared down at his hands, a sad look coming across his face. In his slender fingers was the pocket watch he had stolen from Deidara's house.

It wasn't very large, fitting perfectly in his hand, giving a healthy shine in the strong sunlight. He ran his thump over the front, the engravement feeling strange against the flesh of his finger, causing him to smile. The engravement, he never really understood what the hell it was with all its crazy lines. Taking a slow breath he slid the watch back into his pocket then turned back to the window

Where are you kids?

'One more day.....'

The words slipped from Van's mouth, filling the silence of the room he was in, which was the file room. He didn't even know why he was in here, yet he did. He knew what thoughts had brought him here, but he didn't know why he kept doing it.

This room, he always came here when he had lots on his mind, because when ever he had lots on his mind memories would come back. Not to mention seeing J.J. brought back many undesired memories.

Tired brown eyes scanned the room before resting on a old grey cabinet near the back. Each step he took towards it echoed through out the room. Why did he always return to this room, to that damn cabinet, to once again gaze at the red file in his hands. Opening it he reveled several papers and two pictures. The sheets were case reports, autopsy report and a few personal facts on the deceased.

It was of a deceased cop, Jack. The picture was a headshot of him, for once in his uniform. He had a very cheerful smile, his eyes happily closing, hiding his dark blue eyes. His messy black hair, untidy as always, hung in his overly pale face. Van remembered that day, they were patrolling on the beach and had just saved a small child who had been picked up by some van. It was Jack car crash and first time he shot someone. The man didn't die though, he never shot anyone dead. Van sighed, staring at the picture with empty eyes.

The boy was his old partner. He was killed 4 months after Van saved J.J.. He had been killed by the man who got away that night at the woods, Gradon, the boss of one of the greatest underground prostitution and drug rings. Jack was his best friend and he had died thanks to Van. Gulping he set the picture back in the file and put the file away. As he slid the file drawer closed a small tear hit the cold metal surface of the cabinet.

Things were starting to get quite confusing for the young Uchiha boy. His deep ruby eyes stared at the only other in the room, Sasori, who was sleeping on a small cot. His hand slid down the boy's bare back and all the way down to his hip where a tattered sheet covered his legs.

The Uchiha himself could hardly believe he had slept with the other. It was quite an impulsive urge, yet he didn't regret it. But it would never progress and he knew it, after all Sasori clearly loved Deidara. The thought made Itachi frown. The damn blonde, he was the root of their currently dilemma.

He should probably hate the boy, but he couldn't. Despite himself he deeply cared about the other, not quite love but he couldn't think anything else. Well, it didn't matter, not now at least.

Looking back at Sasori he sat down next to the boy, running a hand through the boy's messy red locks, his fingers stroking the boys face. Sasori's eyes slightly twitched and with a soft mewl noise he lend in to the touch. Sasori blamed himself for everything that was happening, which wasn't really right seeing as he wasn't at any fault.

Sighing, he let his lips meet the boy's temple before laying down next to the boy, his arms draped over the others slim body.


After forcing himself the leave the file room Van decided to head back to his office for some serious thinking time.

'Van!'

The man turned and a slight smile appeared on his face when he spotted the girl walking towards him. The only girl in the whole place with sunset orange hair, Veronica, or as most called her, Vira. The girl walked up to Van, an excited look on her face, her deep green eyes filled with excitement.

'Van, I found something! Remember the body?'
'Of course!'
'Well, the DNA results came back!'

She reached into the file in her hand and gave him a few sheets of paper. An autopsy report. Curious, Van scanned the paper, his brown eyes going wide. The victim had been dead a good week, but his death was not the noose, but the large stab wound where a knife stabbed his heart. By the way the skin was cut it seemed like a normal switchblade. But that's not what shocked. It was the victim's name.

Grandon

+Itachi slept with Sasori, and now is thinking about the situation, which Sasori blames himself for, but he doesn't blame Sasori.
+Jones still has a pocketwatch, with some sorta of engravement on it.
+Van had an old partner who was killed by Gradon (the guy who tried to kill J.J.) (J.J. is Alive)
+Gradon is dead.
+Deidara maybe dead. (Itachi wont let Sasori see him, cause maybe he can't?)