Chapter 1: How to Start a Fire

Genre: Crime, Romance, Dramedy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and it's characters. Masashi Kishimoto does, so you can blame him for this disaster

Warnings: Hinata is OOC, mainly because she has matured. Also there will be major character death and a good ol sprinkle of gore (hopefully, because I don't know how good I am at writing it)

Pairings: Issa surprise ;)

DC Washington, United States of America

10 pm. Almost time to go home. Her workday was almost done. They had finally caught the serial killer they've chasing for half a year. Not an easy catch, that was for sure, but she'd sleep more soundly knowing that there'd be no people terrorised by the vile excuse of a human being.

Agent Hinata Hyūga loved her job, in a sense. Being part of the Behaviour Analysis at the FBI had it's perks. Nevertheless, she loved to go home after a long day, in this case month. Hinata and her partner had been sent away from home for to catch the previously mentioned killer all the way to Miami. And now that, that has been delt with, they could finally go home. The fact that they caught the guy didn't mean they were excused from writing the report of the mission. So here they were, writing it up, all in much detail. Well she was anyway. Where was her partner anyway?

"Agent Hyūga."

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

She turned around in her spinning chair at the sound of the familiarly low tone of voice of her partner. His long jet-black hair tied in a low ponytail swinging from side to side as did the bangs framing his face while he strider over to her. "Director Hatake wants to see us." Itachi Uchiha stated, all the while his warm onyx eyes observing her tired form. "I could tell him, that we'll talk to him tomorrow," He suggested the wrinkles under his eyes exaggerating his slightly worried expression.

Hinata smiled up at the tall man grateful for his concern and shook her head muttering a low "It's fine," It was to be expected of anyway, he would usually summon them after a case was closed. So she stood up and walked alongside the older agent to their director's office. When they reached it she was the one to knock, but her partner opened the door for her after a muffled "Come in." Came from the other side.

Inside was standing , rather than sitting, at his desk, Hatake Kakashi, gray hair and all, mask ever present like an extended turtle neck, under his suit, that reached up all the way up to the bridge of his nose. The only part of his face that was visible were his black eyes that looked unusually troubled, and his brow which was furrowed. The look on his face and the timing of it made Hinata question the success of their mission.

"You summoned us, Director Hatake?" The black haired man voiced, for courtesy more than anything,

"Ah yes, Agents Uchiha and Hyūga. Please, sit" The gray haired man said, gesturing vaguely at the two armchairs in front of his desk, the two did as they were told. He sighed."What you're about to find out , may come as a shock to you, but as you know, I'm not a man of a uncareless word choosing. That is why it faster we get this over with the better."

The young woman chuckled lightly her long dark blue hair dancing around her face. "Director Hatake, I never knew you could be so... poetic." She said, sarcastic amusement lingering in her tone.

The man sighed once again. The dark haired woman observed him, he appeared to be in deep thought before seemingly making up his mind about something. He proceeded to reach a file that had Japanese writings on it, that made Hinata even more curious. All she could make out was "Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department". Out of the file he pulled out a photo and placed it on the table in front of the them.

The two agents' reactions were not different from one another. Both of them drew in a sharp breath as Hinata gripped the armrest with her nails.

On the photo was a woman– a body of a woman, rather– laid on a morgue like table, clad only in underwear. She had long chocolate brown hair, her eyes were closed but the deep red orbs hidden behind pale eyelids were far from unfamiliar to the present company. What made the three agents distressed however, and air in the office thick with tense silence, was the circle of seam on the woman's chest, over her heart, where they knew there wouldn't be one. Instead, there was that so familiar kanji that read Bishop.

One hour ago. Tokyo, Japan.

It had been a cold, rainy September night. Not at all unusual for Tokyo, or Japan for that matter. The heavy rain however, didn't stop the street from being busy. There were jobs to be done. Crimes to be committed.

Nighttime was universally known as the time when all crime broke loose. The dealing and usage of drugs, robbery, shoplifting, carjacking, battery, suicide, murder and manslaughter, even human trafficking if you look hard enough. Japan was not spared of these. And of course during daytime it was in the hands of the Tokyo's police departments to take care of the aftermath.

That was precisely why, Sergeant Uchiha Sasuke, was taking a different route to the one he usually took to get to his workplace, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. There had been a dispatch to a crime scene, before he could even take off to his job. Apparently there was a body of a woman found, a possible homicide. Which made sense, since after all he was the sergeant in charge of the Homicide department, he wouldn't have received the dispatch message otherwise.

He took a quick glance at the GPS and took a right turn before parking his car shortly after. And sure enough as he got out of the car he spotted the familiar black and yellow tape of the crime scene.

"Sergeant Uchiha, sir." Greeted Akimichi Chōji, the officer was standing at the yellow tape making sure no unwanted faces stepped behind it.

The young man greeted back with a nod of his head. As he made his way over to where he knew the woman's corpse was lying he saw the medical examiner pore over the body. "Haruno, what do we have?"

The pinkette's shoulders stiffened and she gave the man a glance over her shoulder unable to suppress a small blush before she he cleared her throat "Woman in her late thirties. Died, about six hours ago. Cause of death:" The young woman looked up as if debating something. "Gravity. The rain must have washed away all the blood. She doesn't have any ID on her, so she's a Jane for now."

The raven haired man nodded as he looked over the body. He squinted as he looked up, and saw that the small alley was surrounded by two tall, shabby looking buildings. There's was also a roof between them preventing the crime scene from being ruined by the rain. "Did you guys move the body?"

At his question his team shook their heads no. Nodding his head he turned back to look at the pinkette

He heard a scoff which made him look over to his right. "Well besides what your lover girl will tell you" The blonde woman started making the pinkette's hand twitch in annoyance as if she was trying not to throw something, like a scalpel, at the latter. "There's no way it's suicide. Honestly, have you even seen her clothes."

The Uchiha let his eyes fall onto the woman once again. She was wearing a dark blouse with some sort of print on it, a black pencil skirt and matching heeled shoes. "Your point, exactly, Detective Yamanaka?"

He could almost hear her rolling her eyes at his "ignorance". "Well, first of all that's a Versace scarf print blouse, which i costs at least sixty five thousand yen. And-"

"What Detective Yamanaka here is trying to say," Interrupted a male voice, Sasuke was always thankful when Detective Nara Shikamaru, made his life easier when it came to interpreting what the blonde detective was trying to say. "Is that, our victim wasn't likely to be found around this neighborhood, because of her, how do you say it, financial status."

The blonde huffed, displeased with her partner for cutting her off. "Or, you know, someone put them on her after they killed her. So yeah, I'm betting homicide." The blonde detective commented nonchalantly.

The young sergeant rolled his eyes at the woman. He gave the body another glance "Nara and Yamanaka, go look for witnesses anyone who might have seen something from their windows. Aburame and Haruno, take the body to the police station, and look for evidence. I-"

"Wait." The pink haired medical examiner interrupted him. "I think I found something."

At that the young sergeant turned to look at the young woman, she was unbuttoning the dead woman's blouse, enough to reveal a modest part of her chest. Time seemed to stop for a minute as they stared at the completing evidence that this was, in fact a homicide.

DC Washington, United States of America

After what felt like hours of silence the indigo haired agent couldn't hold it in anymore. "Is this some kind of sick joke of yours,Kakashi?" She spit out venemously before realising what she had just said. "Director, sir" She added a bit quieter.

The older male sighed. "I wish it was, Agent Hyūga, I only wish." The FBI Director said gravely. Looking around his own office before settling his gaze on the male agent. Itachi Uchiha, who was still looking at the photo with an unreadable look in his face, had been eerily quiet. Not necessarily unusual, then again Kakashi didn't know what kind of reaction the news he bore would gather out of the man. Just as he was about to break the extended silence, his subordinate beat him to it.

"What measures are being taken for the investigation?" The black haired man asked looking up at his boss, the fringe framing his face swaying at the sudden movement.

"That is why you're here. Don't think I called you into my office just to look at you suffer." He paused and raised an eyebrow at Hinata when she mumbled an almost indistinct 'i wouldn't be surprised', but chose not to comment on it, instead he sighed and continued. "The Commissioner-General at the National Police Agency of Japan has requested that I send you two to investigate the case of the Bishop Killer's new victim."

Kakashi saw the bluette stir in her seat. "When was her body found, exactly, Director Hatake?"

"An hour ago in Tokyo."

Itachi rolled his eyes. "News sure travel fast."

Yet again, the gray haired man let out a sigh. "The lieutenant of the homicide investigation unit at Tokyo Metro PD is an old friend from the military, he contacted me as soon as he saw the body.

"They don't know her identity, and I'm in no position to share that information until I get the go ahead from above, which shouldn't be long from now. At least I'm sure by the time you get to Tokyo you'll be allowed to share her identity, more or less."

The dark haired woman shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her gray-ish lavender eyes looking concerned. "Does.. Does her husband know?" She asked, eyes yet again glued on the photo.

Kakashi chose to advert his gaze from the two agents, instead he started at the wall, as if it held more interest than the conversation they were having. When he spoke, however his voice held grief "I'm afraid not, Agent Hyūga. Like I said, the body hasn't been identified."

Hinata massaged her temples, the sharp pain in her head hinting to an oncoming migraine. There was another question on the tip of her tongue, but it was as if the words were pieces of a puzzle she couldn't put together.

"When is our flight?" Of course. Count on Itachi to read her mind when she wasn't capable of doing it herself.

The director nodded his head once, as though glad they had gotten over the emotional part of the meeting. "I was hoping you would tell me that."

"In three hours." Itachi said, obviously wanting to get there as soon as possible.

The dark haired woman turned to look at her partner, who was already staring back at her. She started looking for answers to questions she hadn't even uttered yet. They were weird like that, reading each other's mind. "Three hours?" She asked him, he blinked. Oh, right, they haven't even unpacked yet from their previous case, three hours was probably more than enough.

"Right, then, creepy as always with your bloody telepathy." They chuckled unhumorously at his attempt to lighten the mood. He looked down at his watch "Be ready by midnight, I'll have a helicopter bring you to your plane." At that, the both of them nodded."Good luck, then."

A/N: Hello, this is my first fic despite the fact that there already is one on my page, I wrote this like a month before the "Bus Ride" I hope you liked this enough to want more, because I already have four chapters ready, but imma try and update only like once a week since I have to write ahead and edit them out a bit(this story is gonna be long). If you did like it please review, and give constructive criticism about my writing style, what do you feel is lacking and so on. That is if you've gathered enough by reading this to form an opinion however small. And also I've got a couple of questions.

you want honorifcs in this story? (exclusively to events in Japan though)

much romance would you like this story to have, I'm a big fan of romance and I love writing it, but I'm not sure how well it will go with the story.