Order And Chaos
The Love Of Law
"Sergeant!"
The voice is authoritative , demanding attention. And he just knows, without a last name being said, that he is the one being called out to. So, stopping on his way to his truck, he turns to look at the one who is approaching him.
"Yes Lieutenant Hatake?"
He knows he sounds tired. They had just recently finished up an investigation, with both of them pulling major over time. And now the only thing that he wants to do is go home, take a very long shower, and sleep for twelve hours straight.
Fate is not so kind, though, because the white haired Lieutenant sporting a pirate like eye patch that is now standing in front of him has an apologetic expression on his face.
"Ah, yes. I know you are heading home, and I promised you the next fifteen hours off, but we just got in a call from the big boys. Apparently there has been a rather confusing string of murders and high priority robberies just outside the city limits. They want us to work with them because they have reason to believe that the perpetrators are residing here."
The older man pauses with a sigh, his one dark gray eye darting to the side before moving back to him and his lips twitch in a small, ironic smile.
"So, I need you to be back in here In about eight hours. I know it's a lot, after the case we just put down, but you're the best officer I have here at this precinct and I need you. So, I will see you then?"
The last part is put as a question, but they both know it is more of a statement than anything. So he nods, like he knows he has to, and watches as the Lieutenant nods and turns back around to head back inside. Though, he cannot really complain. At least the man is offering him eight hours of some sort of rest.
He turns back to renew his trek towards the truck, thinking about the way his Lieutenant pushes himself. There is no doubt. Kakashi Hatake would push himself to the grave, if not careful.
Reaching his little black truck, he opens the door and slides in, taking a moment to rest his forehead against the steering wheel.
Naruto Uzumaki loves his job. Since he can remember, he always wanted to become a police officer. He always wanted to uphold the law.
Ever since he found out that his mother and father had been murdered by a notorious serial killer nicknamed Kyuubi, after the legendary evil Fox Demon of children's tales, that is.
He sighs as he blinks away the sleep and starts his car, the familiar growl of the Raptor's engine reminding him why he loves to drive his Ford. He sighs again as his cell phone vibrates in his pocket, and he draws it out, picking it up without looking at the caller I.D. How dumb of him.
"Uzumaki Naruto."
The voice on the other end bursts in barely contained joy at his having answered, for once. He holds the phone away from his ear a bit at the shouting, listening to the overactive male talking animatedly on the other side of the line.
"NARUTO! Man, where have you been? Dude, do I need to come rescue you from that jail cell they keep you locked in called an Office?"
Pulling out of the parking spot and exiting the garage, even though he is against driving and talking on a cell phone, he answers blandly, sleepily.
"I just got off of work, Kiba. Is there some reason why you feel like harassing me today?" Tick, tick, tick goes his turn signal as he stops to wait for a light to change back to green. The hyper male on the other end does not seem to pick up on the unwanted attention.
"Yo, Naruto, you –have- to come out with us tonight. There is this new club downtown and you haven't been out it forever. It'll be a kick. Just like back in college, man!"
There is a fumbling sound and Naruto shakes his head at the obvious sign of Kiba dropping the phone on his end. Muffled noises come across the line again and when he hears Kiba cursing into the receiver he answers.
"I have to be back into work in eight hours. I plan on sleeping away six of those." An exasperated sigh is Kiba's first response, and Naruto checks his rear view and side view mirrors before switching lanes on the high way, going an steady five miles over the speed limit.
"Come on! You have to come! It's like, Shikamaru's unofficial bachelors party, y'know, cause bitch-face won't let him actually have one." A bang sound comes from Kiba's side of the phone.
"That 'bitch-face' is his soon to be wife." Dry, humorless, and yet still tolerant of the oblivious fool on the other side of the conversation. "I don't think Shikamaru would like to hear you say that."
He exits the highway, pausing to look both ways before continuing onto his street off of the main road.
"Yeah, yeah. So, you have to come. You can't miss it! Please man? You're living in a completely different world than us now, so you have to."
Another long suffering sigh as he pulls into his apartment complex, parking at the very back building and shutting off his car as he stares blankly up at the window he knows as his through the darkness of the night. He reaches up with his free hand, running it through his slicked back blonde hair before caving in as he exits his truck.
"What time?"
A hoot resounds once more before the man starts speaking. "Ok, so be at my place around…no, Akamaru! Don't eat that!... sorry, can you be over here in like, an hour?"
An hour, huh? Naruto mounts the steps to the second floor, rattling his car keys to bring his apartment key up to the lock, twisting it and stepping through the doorway into his cold but welcoming home. He flicks on the light and closes the door with his heel, holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he begins to unbutton his uniform jacket.
"Alright, I'll be there. But I'm only staying for two hours, and then I'm leaving and coming to get some sleep, got it?"
He hears something that sounds suspiciously like 'party-crasher' before Kiba cuts off their conversation with a click and Naruto can't help but give a tired smile as he sits his phone down on the kitchen table on his way to his bathroom.
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Ok, so, I know that I already have two other stories going, but this idea would NOT leave my head, so here it is, started. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter.
Review, or I will sick my man eating Chihuahua on you. Kthanx.