Description: Sasuke Uchiha is a detective on an obsessive hunt for his parents' killer. When he joins Konoha PD, he finds the links he's been looking for. Problem is no one will listen, except for rambunctious ADA, and ex-cop, Naruto Uzamaki. Can they work together to arrest the man? Will their growing relationship be destroyed by Sasuke's inability to let go?

A.N. This particular fic has been in the works for months. My hope is that I manage to make events sound plausible (I'm no expert on the subjects). It is set up like the real world, but the geography will be the same as the Naruto world. In other words, the Land of Fire is the country, and Konoha is the major city where the people live. Everything will be based mostly on US customs and judicial system, because that's what I'm familiar with. This is both SasuNaru and NaruSasu, and there will be slight OOC. If you DON'T LIKE SLASH do not proceed.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto at all.

Prologue

Screams…Blood…Crying…Laughter. Please stop! Can't move. Help!

A pair of black eyes snapped open. The owner fearfully scanned every shadow crawling along his bedroom walls. His standard issued 9mm Sig Sauer P229 pistol, which he kept under his pillow, was clutched tightly in pale hands, ready to fire at any moment.

"Damn it!" screamed Sasuke Uchiha, lowering the gun. Every night was the same stupid memory. He felt pitiful for permitting this haunting nightmare to continue for so long. His parents' murder happened twenty years ago. He was a trained detective now, not some sniveling, helpless brat, who couldn't defend himself.

Sasuke grabbed his alarm clock, and glared at the bright red numbers. Four o'clock in the morning. Going back to sleep was impossible (the gnawing thoughts were too potent), so he grabbed a firearm holster from the nightstand drawer, and clipped it to his sleep pants. The Uchiha was always armed.

As was his normal routine, Sasuke made a round through the apartment. His sharp eyes missed nothing. The twenty-seven year old's home was spotless. No dirt marked the walls or carpet, and every single item had a specific placement, right down to the loose change. He would know instantly if another person had been in his home. Like every morning, the search proved fruitless.

"I need fucking coffee," murmured the tall man. Very rarely did he buy expensive household items, because he found them pointless- he was hardly home to enjoy them- but Sasuke had folded when it came to a top of the line coffee maker. Only one problem remained with the little machine: it wasn't fast enough! He frowned loathingly, and then ran an exasperated hand over his face. "I'm glaring at inanimate objects. What the hell is wrong with me? I need to get a grip before I head down to the new precinct."

About a month ago Sasuke had requested a position in the Konoha police department. It had only taken a week to be accepted; the paper work had been a worse hold up than the application process. He was a good cop- his spotless and impressive performance record verified that- but he knew the force was more eager to admit him because of his father's legacy. Fugaku Uchiha had risen to captain just one year after his graduation from the police academy, and was responsible for the capture of some of the highest profile criminals in the world.

The smell of coffee beckoned him from his leaning stance against the counter. With the mug of hot liquid now in hand, he moved to his office. Thoughts of his father urged him to seek a special, worn newspaper clipping. He removed the paper up almost reverently from the center drawer of his desk. A bold headline read 'Gruesome Murder of City Hero Labeled Worst Crime in Decades'.

Sasuke smirked at the title. For him, it didn't fittingly describe that night. He knew the words by heart, but he decided to read the report again; it served as a reminder of his goal.

'Eleven o'clock Wednesday morning, a member of Konoha's finest was found murdered in his own home. Fugaku Uchiha was well know for solving some of the highest profile cases Fire Country has ever seen. He received award after award in honor of his spectacular achievements; therefore, his uncharacteristic tardiness that day was immediately noticed by fellow police. After several attempts to reach him failed, officers were sent to his residence. The sight was straight out of a horror movie.

The decorated captain and his wife, Mikoto Uchiha, were found sprawled in the living room. Blood covered every inch of the surrounding surfaces. They were pronounced dead at the scene. Upon further inspections, their bodies were revealed to be brutally mutilated. The murder weapons included an assortment of standard kitchen knives. None had been removed. Cops are troubled by how thoroughly overcome the talented captain was.

A murder of this caliber violence is appalling enough alone, but the real horror was in the sadistic nature of the event. The Uchiha children had been home to witness the entire crime. Neither child was harmed physically; however, the psychological damage was tremendous. Itachi, 13, and Sasuke, 7, had been bound to chairs to prevent any interference, but were still placed so they could watch the torture. As of now, only the older brother has been able to provide any information. Unfortunately, his testimony, along with current evidence, has not been useful. The perpetrator was masked, and meticulously avoided leaving any incriminating clues. Authorities have taken both to an undisclosed location. For now the murder remains unsolved. Police urge people not to panic, and ask anyone with any knowledge to come forward.'

Scenes vaguely alluded to danced vividly in his mind again. To this day, the Uchiha case stayed cold. The bastard that ruined his childhood was still free. Sasuke's original interest in law enforcement stemmed from a desire to make his father proud, and protect his family. The murder had assured he entered the field, but with new intentions. He would arrest the monster if it was the last thing he ever did. No more children would suffer.

A beeping jarred his stony visage. He hadn't turned off his alarm; it was time to get ready for work. Replacing the article, he couldn't help taking one last look.

"You're not getting away this time. I will stop you."

Even rereading that kind of gives me chills! Don't worry though; the story's not dark the entire time. Parts might be vague, but things will steadily fall into place. Hope people like, or are at least intrigued. Please read and review. I love to hear all opinions, including constructive criticism, but please NO FLAMING.