Soft green eyes watched as his cellphone the table vibrated, making no move to touch it. It was Flame. J.J. stared for a moment more then grabbed the cell and clicked -ignore-. He didn't need the other male to scold him once again. His move was foolish, but he didn't care. Flame was no concern of his, at least for the time being. For now he had something much more important to worry about, which was those two girls Flame kidnapped. Sighing he stood slowly and walked from the room he was resting in. It was time to get some work done.

Jones sighed gently as he stared at the dark grey clouds crawling across the dim blue sky. His hand rested against the glass and a moment later his forehead. His eyes fell shut, the cool glass feeling wonderful against his skin. For some reason he had always liked cold things

Thoughts swarmed his head about the past few days, but one thought topped them all. Not really a thought, more like a memory. A touch, 'Flame's touch to be exact. The way his cold fingers caressed his skin, his soft but chilled lips felt against his own, the warm breath on his neck, and even his soft voice which was a smooth as any black silk as he whispered into his ear. All of these thoughts made the man shiver, a feeling of lustful desire running through his body.

No, he can't think that way. Not anymore. he swore when he first stepped to the police station to enroll for the academy that he would throw away his past, everything about ti. He had done a pretty good job, till this case at least. A soft mumble fell from his lips before he stepped away from the glass, a soft frown on his face. He couldn't let this case get to him, if the station found out he had an emotional attachment he would get taken off the case, and he couldn't let that happen. He had to save Deidara.

'Gandon'

The name fell from Van's lips, each syllable laced in poison. Vira stared at Van, a worried look on her face. She knew Van's past since she had been with the station as long as he had, and she knew all about Mike and his death. She placed a hand on Van's shoulder and gave a gentle smile.

'Van, he's dead, shouldn't you be glad?'
'Tch, what does it matter? The damage is still done.'

Vira frowned lightly and placed her hand over the man's own, her green eyes giving a soft glow. The man's eyes locked on hers and he could feel all his anger melting away. With a light sigh he gently shook his head, running a hand through his rather messy hair.

'How do you always know how to calm me?'
'Cause I know you better then you know yourself'

The woman gave a light smile, patting the man's hand. It was probably true, the woman's words. She had been working with Van ever since he began at the station. She too was personally picked by the Captain. She and Van were friends from the beginning, so if anyone knew something about him, it was her.

The man sighed, clearly relaxed by the other. Vira gave a warm smile and brushed some chestnut hair from her face. Van smiled and rolled his eyes. Her hair was always in her face, but she never did anything about it. Thinking about her hair, Van gave a light gaspl With all that was going on her had forgotten. Holding up one finger as to clue her to wait, he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small box.

'Van?'
'It's your birthday present, though a tad late.'
'B-But! V-Van!'

He smiled and placed her hand over the box, clueing he wanted her to open it. Confused she opened the box, making sure not to let the deep satin blue ribbon slip from her fingers as she slid the top off the box. Gazing inside she gasped as she caught site of the two barrettes inside. They were shining silver, though for a decoration they had a beautiful emerald colored Lily carving.

The woman looked up but only saw Van's warm smile. Before she could argue he carefully pulled them from the box and used them to clip back her hair so it was out of her face. He gave a light chuckle, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.

'Emeralds, they match you eyes.'
'B-But it must have been a lot!'
'Please, it was worth every cent'

Before she could argue back he placed a fingers over her lips, a gentle look in his eyes. He reached up slightly and touched her face, and within moments she was relaxed, but only for a moment, before a slightly worried look crossed her face. Van let his hand fall back to her shoulder and he raised an eyebrow.

'Something wrong?'
'Well, I'm not sure how to say really. About the body, I came here to tell you that we found some hair on the victims clothes'
'The killers' 'Also probably the one who planted the boy at the station.
'So....'
'Well it was blonde and rather long, so I was going to assume a woman, but after I thought about it I figured it was well......J.J.'s. But he had ash blonde hair and this is more butter blonde.'
'J.J. isn't dead'
'What?!'
'But your right, J.J. had Ash blonde hair.'

Vira sighed and rested a hand on her forehead. Her emerald eyes were filled with worry and it made guilt wash through Van. He asked Vira to help him with the case, but now that he thought about it she had always had a soft spot for kids. This case might be too much for her. Biting his lip slightly he gave her shoulder a slight squeeze. It didn't matter anyways. Today, at the end of his shift he would have to pronounce the three dead. That was in an hour.
The man sighed and was about to tell Vira the rather pessimistic situation when his phone went off.

'Hello?'
'Van!'
'Jonathan? what's wrong?!'
'We found them!!!'

Van fell silent through there was a loud clatter as the phone fell to the floor. He turned to Vera who's eyes were wide. The man was about to speak but a moment later Vera's phone went off. She pulled the cell from her pocket, quickly reading the new text, which made her gasp. Van raised a brow when she looked at him in pure shock.

'T-The blonde hair found on the body. It belongs to Deidara Iwahara'

Sorry guys this is teh real chapter 14. He's ALIVE!! is chapter 15. ^^' Lots of uploads tonight though