Treasure [Klance/Leith]

18

The hospital had enough of Keith's antics, whether it were an escape to get fresh air or to walk around; Mr. Ponds, the owner, had run out of patience with the young detective. Natasha had managed to stop Ponds from sending out the transfer papers to make Keith attend another hospital, she didn't want to discuss her methods but Keith could fill in the blanks...she had begged the owner by paying him large amounts of money.

This was seen on her shadowed face as she stared down at Keith with a twisted smile on her freckled face, eyes blazing with rage as she held up a pair of handcuffs; Irene and Antonio stood by the rolling whiteboard they had brought in as they stood stiffly with frightened looks on their faces. Keith however stared up at his boss and felt as if he should've made a break for the door as she roughly handcuffed him to his bed, his heart pounded as she crossed her arms and let out a forced chuckle.

"Don't you dare think about moving from this bed, you're not getting your next three paychecks either." She giggled and then looked over her shoulder at the junior detectives, the two jumped and saluted at the same time as they made eye contact, "And for the two of you, don't even let him go to the bathroom or you're all fired."

"Isn't this a bit much Nata-" Keith raised his hand up as far as it could reacher until the loud clank of the cuffs sounded.

His eyes widened slightly as Natasha glared down at him, she impatiently tapped her index finger on her black suit jacket sleeve in anger. "Nothing is too much when it comes to you, you're such a hassle it's like caring for another child." She then turned around on her heels and began to walk away but she casted the group one last glance, "I'm going back home to attend to my real children and when I call you all in the next three hours, I better have a lead in this case because the mayor is riding my ass and that gardener is refusing to even mumble a word outside of the stupid phrase 'right under your nose'."

With that she slammed the door shut and left three shaken detectives alone in a hospital room, one handcuffed and the other two standing awkwardly. Antonio seemed to be doing better from the last time Keith had seen him which brought slight relief however, there was a sense of awkwardness between him and Irene that made him uncomfortable to sit in a room with her...involuntarily.

Antonio ran a hand through his hair slowly before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of thick framed glasses. He looked down at them for a moment before his chocolate colored eyes lifted up onto Keith. "Kogane, here. Just like you instructed me to do this morning." With one swift movement he tossed the pair over to Keith with precision.

Keith's caught it daily right before it slammed into his forehead, he slowly lowered his hand and stared down at the pair of black glasses in his hands. They were different from the old pair he used to wear but they allowed him to see whenever he didn't wear his contacts. Slowly he unfolded them and placed them onto the bridge of his nose and nodded slightly, "Thank you Antonio." He stated in appreciation as the once blurry background became clear almost as if he were looking at an HD TV.

"No problem, sir." Antonio replied curtly before he began to scribble stuff onto the whiteboard, the evidence so far they had found in the case.

Irene, while her partner wrote, presented the information. "What we have so far of the killer is practically nothing except for the descriptions Allura and Mr. Kogane were able to give to us. Pyxis is relatively short with questionable blonde hair, it was dark so the hair could be platinum or some other color, and the fact she has green eyes." Irene pointed out the obvious details and then pointed to the board with a slightly higher tone in her voice as she continued, "And Mr. Smith has found the family photo of our first victims with the stolen vase in it, also we learned that there was a painting missing from the Adam's family home that our eyewitness across the hall lived at. Kouki, the victim, claims it was a copy of starry night by-"