Jungkook repeated the riddle over and over as he stared through another file of a lost treasure, 'THe dead aRisEs high aNd miGHy, diSturbEd. Their treAsUres–their guiDes–lost; tAken bY thieveS.' 

'Three days for what?' He thought.

Having no luck, Jungkook sighed for the umphteen time as he slammed his files onto the desk, slouching in his chair he rubbed his temples. He had a headache, all of this work on this case was stressing him out, all they had to work with was a clue–a riddle if you must–to figure out his next motive. The guy they were looking for was experienced, he knew how to cover his tracks excruciatingly well, he knew what to touch and what to not, he even knew how to make an illusion with the security camera's footage. This guy is either very smart and had timed everything extremely well or he has someone helping him behind the scenes, Jungkook was leaning more towards the latter. Spontaneous, mysterious and cunning–criminals like that had him on his edge and he hated it as they always have a backup plan to lead us off track. In most cases, it may take years to retrieve a single piece of evidence that may become useless in the end. Jungkook groaned he really need a cup of coffee right about now, maybe even a cigarette if he was that desperate to relieve his stress for a mere five minutes more. His head was pounding unbearably and unluckily for him, he had run out of his secret stash of paracetamol that he kept in his top draw in his secret compartment–a thin wooden plank resting in the middle of his draw on two wooden blocks–he kept it in there with his 24pk of Gold cigarette's, his 9mm Glock and a mag of spare ammo. 

"Sir?" Jungkook grunted in response, which the other took as yes to continue, "are you okay?" 

It was the new intern, Park Jimin, his voice was filled with uncertainty and worry; the male was actually two years older than Jungkook but due to Jungkook's higher position he treated him with more respect than needed. Jungkook had told him numerous times to call him by his name instead of 'Sir' or 'Officer Jeon', but he always declined saying if anyone heard he would come off as disrespectful and rude. But despite that Jungkook knew that wasn't the real reason as to why, he was just nervous because he was simply the 'intern' and not an officer of the law or anything of the sort. Jungkook opened his eyes a crack, the light temporarily blinding him as his eyes squinted desperately trying to focus on the male sat across from him, pain igniting across his eyes like a lightning stike he groaned. Regretting his decision of even coming to work today he frowned, slowly opening his eyes bigger to let them re-adjust even if it was painful–he knew it would eventually pass by just as quick as it appeared.

"Sir, maybe you should call it a day and get some rest?" Jimin timidly stated as Jungkook finally looked at him, his ash blonde hair fell flat against his forehead, Jimin was a handsome man–most would agree to this fact, Jungkook was one of them–sweet, caring and the typical flower boy type. He is interning at Seoul's police station for two years, learning from the best and writing reports on his findings. Jungkook–despite being younger–was his teacher. Jimin tenderly cared about Jungkook's health and couldn't help but fret on how pale the younger looked. So when the younger shook his head stating no, he couldn't help the worry that followed. He wasn't the only one who was worried as his teammate, Kim Ki-bum, had sincerely agreed with him.

"Yeah boss I agree, you need some rest. You look so pale as if you might faint any minute. We're worried, this case can wait another day or two. Please?"

It was not too long before everyone at their small work space was nodding their heads agreeing with them both. Jungkook was their precious leader and without him they would be lost. Jungkook is the youngest officer in the whole district who has been declared the head of a department, some say it won't be long before he gets promoted to Inspector assistant or even just Inspector. Jungkook feels nothing but pride when he hears praises being said about him, true or not. Jungkook contemplated the guys worries trying to think of a rebuttal to get him out of this mess, even if having a good night's rest was all he longed for.

When nothing came he weakly replied, "I can't there's too much work to be done–we have to figure out what's his next target, where it is currently being held, when he will try attrieve it and–"

A stern voice from behind him cut him off, "Jungkook-ah." 

Jungkook froze as he turned slowly coming face to face with Kim Seokjin, "yes Jin hyung?" he mumbled.

"Are you sick?" he asked and Jungkook shook his head rapidly about to mumble a reply when he was cut off by Ki-bum.

"Yes he is, he needs a good rest and some medicine," Jungkook glared at officer Kim who simply stared him down, "I'm only being a good hyung."

If there was one person Jungkook did not want to worry, it was Kim Seokjin, his second cousin who was under Kim Namjoon's leadership in the Homicide squad. Seokjin was like his own mother; extremely kind, caring, a little clingy, stern and over-bearing at times. He took everything too seriously and tells terribly old fashioned jokes. Seokjin loves teasing his cousin about his childhood and teams up with his own mother to team-tag on Jungkook when they feel devious, excited or plain bored. If Jungkook showed a single symptom of a common cold, they would be on him in less than a minute and treat him like a baby as they took care of him, giving lots of cuddles–which he always denied he liked. Jungkook hated it as much as he loved having them obsess over him; he felt wanted, needed, loved.  Seokjin frowned and put his hand to Jungkook's forehead feeling the radiating heat seething into his skin before he even placed it down, his eyes widened in shock causing Jungkook to gently slap his hand away. Jungkook tried to look annoyed but he was too tired to realise he looked like a docile penguin, Seokjin thought it was extremely cute.

"'m fine hyung," he waved his hand as if it was nothing, moving his gaze to look elsewhere.

If looks could kill Jungkook surely would be dead, "Jungkook your temperature is threw the roof! You are not 'fine'! You are going home right now mister," Seokjin commanded to the younger who simply pouted.

"But we have so much to do–" he whined cutely.

"Jungkook, no means no." Jungkook sighed knowing he'd lost this round but didn't hesitate to tell the others to call him if they find something or if another case comes in. 

Jungkook sighed as he got out from his car, locking it he headed towards the front door. Passing the mailbox he pulled out all the mail and the weekly newspaper before heading inside, "mum?" he yelled.

He assumed his mother was still at work when he received no response, he removed his shoes changing into his slippers walking into the kitchen and sliding the mail down on the table. Unfortunately for him, half of it ended up on the floor. He groaned and went to clean the mess he had made up. As he picked up the newspaper he noticed a museum exhibition was on show for four days; Ancient Egyptian Jewels Exhibition. It says 'they are the authentic jewels which were located in the pyramids, they were carved to bring luck and protection to those crossing to the other side with the gods. Some believe the jewels are cursed and will only bring trouble to those who took them from their rightful place. These priceless jewels will be on show until August 23rd.' Jungkook checked the date on his mobile, it was August 19th. Jungkook's mind puzzled together the final pieces; dead arises high and mighty, disturbed–the buried egyptian gods and their 'curses', their treasures–jewels, their guides–luck and protection, and stolen by thieves were the scientists and researchers who took from the burial grounds. He felt his pockets for his phone, finding it almost immediately before ringing Ki-bum.

"Jungkook? Why aren't you asleep?" His tone was stern but Jungkook ignored it.

"I did it." He shouted, "I know what he's after."

(This is a little sneak peak from the first chapter!)