A/N: These are not my characters. Please take the time and let me know what you think!

Chapter 2

She Wrote Him A Letter

Kendall yawned as flipped through the newspaper. Taking a sip of her coffee, she heard the bells jingled as someone entered the showroom. Hearing the footsteps weave through the path with furniture on either side of it, she began folding the newspaper. A few moments later, two men appeared in front of Kendall's desk. She leaned back in her chair, taking another sip of coffee. She smiled as she studied them. "Good morning gentlemen." She stood up, extending her hand. "I'm Kendall Warren."

Rick was the first to respond. "I'm Rick Simon."

"Ah, the voice." She smiled, shaking his hand.

Rick grinned. "I've been called a lot of things, but, that's not one of them."

Kendall released his hand smiling shyly. "Sorry. You do have a very distinctive voice."

Frowning, A.J. stepped around his brother, who tried to push him back behind him. "Excuse me, Rick." AJ. pushed him aside. He gave her a wide smile. "I'm A.J."

So you're Andrew. Kendall extended her hand. "A pleasure to meet you."

A.J. lightly took her hand. "The pleasure is all mine." She felt her face flush.

Rick rolled his eyes. "Aren't we here about the desk?" His annoyed voice broke through their gaze.

A.J. reluctantly released her hand, glaring at Rick. "Ah, right. Desk, where is the desk?"

Kendall nodded. "Follow me." She led the way through a maze of made up of amoires, dressers, buffet tables, roll top desks and an assortment of head board and foot boards. She came to a stop in front of a narrow, tall desk She turned towards the Simon brothers. "This is it."

A.J. moved towards the desk. Kendall stepped back next to Rick, watching the younger brother as he inspected the piece of furniture. A.J. ran his hand over the marble top. "Nice. Level." Carefully pulling the door down, he checked the leather blotter on the writing area. "Wood?"

"Mahogany."

Pulling doors open, he viewed the drawers and cubby holes. He looked over his shoulder. "Any hidden drawers?"

Flipping through the papers on the clip board, Kendall shook her head. "Nothing in the papers stating that."

Rick reached for the papers. "May I?" She handed them to him. He began flipping through the papers. He began mumbling, "Inlaid exterior, dates around Louis XIII to Louis XVI." He paused. "That's a lot of Louis." A.J. grimaced at the attempted joke.

Closing the last drawer, A.J. stood up. Kendall took the clip board from Rick. "Do you find the Secretary satisfactory, Mr. Simon."

A. J. flashed a smile. "More than I expected."

Ms. Warren nodded. "It is an excellent piece. Shall we fill out the paperwork?"

Pushing the last drawer in to the unit, A.J. stepped back to admire his new acquisition. Rick stretched out on the couch. "Are you going to stand there all day looking at that thing?"

Andrew smiled. "It's a piece of history, Rick. It survived over 150 years."

In response, he rolled his eyes, pulling his hat down over his eyes. Seeing his disinterest, Andrew left the room. Just as Rick was about to doze off, he heard a soft sound, he held his breath a moment to listen. Hearing nothing else, he turned on his side and dozed off.

What felt like only moments, Rick was awaken by his brother shaking him. "Rick! Rick, wake up!"

"What?" The older Simon slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes.

A.J. walked over to the desk. "Why did you leave it open?" His voice was accusatory.

"Open? I didn't open it." He stood up and stretched. He went over to look at the desk, running his hand along the sides of it. "It doesn't seem to be hurt." He lifted the panel, and found the tension to be where it would not fall open, he lowered it again. He cocked his head. "I do remember a sound just as was falling asleep."

His brother scoffed. "Oh sure, and eight tiny reindeers." A.J. turned towards Rick. "Look, I don't mind you looking, but don't leave it open." As he started to lift the door back up, he noticed one of the drawers was slightly ajar. Andrew glared at his brother, as he tried to shove the drawer back in. "Huh, it doesn't seem to want to go in." He attempted to jiggle the drawer back in, finally pulling it out, he looked inside. "Hello." Plucking a small light ivory envelope out of the drawer, he easily slid it back into its slot.

Rick look over his brother's shoulder. "I thought you opened all the drawers down at the store."

A.J. absently waved him away as he carefully opened the envelope. "I must of over-looked that particular drawer". He mumbled. Quietly, he pulled out a single piece of paper and began to unfold it.

Rick took the envelope from his brother. Flipping it over in his hands, he noted nothing unusual about. There was no writing on it, he lifted it to his nose and sniffed. "It smells of lilac."

A.J. sniffed the paper. "Here too. Listen to this." Andrew cleared his throat.

Dear Detective Mosely,

I read in the newspaper that the coroner was going

to rule my husband's death a suicide. Please, detective,

I beg of you, do not let this travesty of injustice happen.

He would never commit suicide. He was so looking

forward to the birth of our first child. My husband deserves

more than that.

Sincerely, Mrs. Stephen Dresdan

A low whistle escaped Rick's lips. A.J. handed the letter to Rick. "No date, no address, nothing. What do you think of it?" A.J. watched his brother as he read the letter.

Rick shook his head. "I have never heard of Detective Mosely. Maybe Lt. Brown knows him?"

A.J. looked at the desk. "No date, no address, Mrs. Stephen Dresdan. When was the last time you heard a woman go by her husband's first and last name?"

The elder Simon's eye brows shot up. "Oh hey now. You aren't thinking?" Rick looked uneasily at the desk.

A/N: To be continued.