While I was trying not to make the characters so OOC that I barely recognise them, a little deviation has become necessary for the story. There are also drug use and references from this point on, and this fic is a mixture between Japanese law enforcement and corruption. I wanted also to say thank you to all those reviewed and apologies for updating so late. I was pleasantly surprised to get as many reviews as I did. It may not be many compared to some fics out there, but for me it was a lot. Thank you.

Dangerous Temptations

.:. -/ \- .:..

Babysitting

The slap was surprising. Sasuke Uchiha had never been slapped before, at least not by anyone but his mother. The stinging sensation reminded him of a chastised child and once the shock wore off, he stared at the pinkette heatedly. Half of him was infuriated while the other half was completely and utterly turned on. He couldn't help it; his kinky side was to blame for that little jolt in his nether regions. It had never occurred to him, even once, that he might like to be slapped. This was more than a new experience for him, it was also an eye opener; one he fully intended on taking advantage of again.

So this was how Sasuke found himself torn between either berating or congratulating Officer Haruno for her ingenuity. She was currently staring at her hand, her mouth slightly agape; this was a sight he wanted to see again. She was pissed off at him, but to slap him? She had definitely lost her mind.

And Sakura Haruno felt like strangling someone. Okay, Sasuke was hot, but he was also demeaning, arrogant and… and, she couldn't think of anything else to describe him. Her mind went blank after that. She stared at him, the way he just stared at her as Naruto Uzumaki, her partner, took her keys off of her, and unshackled his hands. She had just slapped the Sasuke Uchiha. She had just slapped him! Everyone who knew her knew she had a temper, but she'd never slapped someone in her custody, not for coming onto her anyway. She knew restraint when dealing with unruly criminals. They drummed it into her at the Metropolitan Police Department Academy, so where was her professional etiquette this time?

Sasuke started to smirk as Naruto cleared his throat, trying to grab the pinkette's attention. People nearby were starting to stare. She looked away from him now, embarrassed but still stunned by her own actions. Sasuke decided to prod her again, to see if she would respond.

"Was it good for you too?" He asked.

This shocked Sakura out of her stunned statue routine. He watched her face fall, shift and twist back into anger. But unfortunately, Naruto grabbed her hand before she could slap Sasuke again.

"Come on Sakura," Naruto said softly. "We have a job to do."

She nodded haughtily, accepting that this round went to the Uchiha. But she would get him next time, perhaps when there wasn't a gathering crowd both curious and confused by what they'd just witnessed. Perhaps she'd get a few pointers from the Sabaku family on what buttons to push to piss of the Uchiha, since clearly, Sasuke valued attempting to kill one of them over his own life. If he truly thought they were just going to lie down and take what he'd done, he really was as stupid as he acted. She didn't know Gaara very well, but was sure he'd jump at the chance to piss Sasuke off. She made a mental note to visit that night club of his the next time she had the night off. Today and tonight were going to be long and dreary guard duty assignments babysitting an obnoxious Uchiha. It pissed her off, but she was used to these assignments from her training. She excelled in this… normally.

Naruto man-handled Sasuke, surprised when the raven haired man didn't complain, and they filed into the apartment building, heading toward the elevators.

"You can let go of me now Uzumaki," Sasuke said, once they were out of sight of the crowd. "I know where my apartment is. Fuck off."

"Sorry," Naruto said disingenuously, "I'm only doing what your dear father told us to do, jukeisha."

"Hn."

But the blond pushed him regardless, not wanting to miss the opportunity to savour this moment. Sakura followed silently as Naruto refused to let Sasuke out of his sight. They took the elevator and the pinkette avoided eye contact with the Uchiha. But he kept glancing at her, ignoring the growling from the over protective blond standing between them. She could see his attention in her peripheral vision. Anger had completely let him and he was debating now, on the best way to get her alone, preferably in his apartment. But she wasn't easy, at least not for him. He didn't care what he had to do, as long as he could fuck her. And what the hell, he had nothing better to do right now.

But he needed to approach this differently.

Sasuke didn't give Naruto a chance to pull him out of the elevator and exited the moment the doors opened, striding away from his police escort as they angrily ran to catch up. He liked the control, the feeling that others were waiting on him, or in this case, following his lead. Sakura walked behind Naruto, keeping her distance, and the raven haired man glanced at her as they neared his apartment. His eyes narrowed on her and a visible blush tinted her cheeks. So she flushed under scrutiny?

"Out of it Uchiha," Naruto said, pushing him aside.

Sasuke growled and opened his apartment door. The pinkette glanced past the door, her eyes taking in the floor, the immediate living area, and the glass walls that doubled as the window. It was extremely spacious and well decorated. She had only seen a place this lavish in catalogues or on television. Needless to say she was impressed. Sakura struggled not to show Sasuke how much she liked his apartment as he smirked at her. Naruto however, just groaned at the unspoken appraisal as he informed the Uchiha of their duty and the roster they had planned. They would be watching from street level and he was forbidden from leaving his apartment building until they came to get him for his arraignment.

Boring shop talk.

And once the blond had finished talking, Sasuke threw out a hand to stop Naruto from slamming the door. He only slowed its closing long enough to lock eyes with the pinkette; there was no smirk on his face, no hint that he was joking or flirting. He spoke softly, but evenly to her, just before the door closed in his face.

"See you soon, my little kiti neko."

.:. -/ \- .:.

The smell of lingering smoke went unnoticed, the stink of burning herbs went ignored, and the pacing figure cared only about one thing: killing Sasuke Uchiha. A casual arraignment set up just for show was more than the fucker deserved. He could think of no person more fit to be gunned down in the middle of a busy Tokyo street. The twisted, youngest son of Fugaku Uchiha had it coming. And it was amidst his musings that he hoped to figure out how to make it happen. He had been publically accosted and humiliated, and there was no justice. It shouldn't have gone down this way; he was Gaara Sabaku, he was better than the Uchiha, and everyone knew that that family was just a group of no hope circus clowns.

Gaara stopped pacing and looked up from the floor. A high window showed him that he was in a basement, and not on the ground floor of this building, like he was supposed to be. His siblings were waiting for him to calm down before approaching him. How were they supposed to know when he was composed enough that he wouldn't skewer the pair of them for coming anywhere near him? When he left this basement, they would know.

He grabbed a nearby, worthless ceramic statue and threw it at the wall.

"Fucking Uchiha!"

He didn't want to calm down! If he hadn't been trained in more martial arts than that Uchiha even knew existed, he might be dead now! And if the freak hadn't been drunk, he might've avoided every blow instead of just most. People who drank excessively were the ones who deserved to be publically humiliated! That was his favourite night club for fuck sake! How was he ever supposed to show his face there again? There was no going back there until people forgot that stupid stunt the idiot had made, and considering it had been an Uchiha, that wasn't liable to happen anytime soon.

Gaara clenched his fists, imagining what that raven haired prick would look like, his eyes bludging out of their sockets as the red head slowly squeezed the life out of him. It made him happy, but the feeling didn't last. Renewed images only prolonged his repose. He sighed and stared down at his hands: at the hands he'd just imagined committing murder. The Uchiha wasn't worth risking going to jail for, and even in those moments before the drunken idiot had thrown the first punch he'd known this. He wasn't worth anything. Gaara sighed deeply again, pulling out a pack of cigarettes to calm his nerves. He had refilled the pack with both nicotine and weed so had to stop and decide which he wanted.

Weed.

A few minutes later, he was sitting on a long chair languidly, his legs up on a small table and staring up and out the high window as though all his problems were miles away. He just had to figure out a way to keep the Uchiha out of his hair for the next few days and this latest shipment would go out on schedule. All the attention from being rivals with one of the biggest, most pompous Uchiha's in living memory was not good for business anymore than it was for his reputation. The youngest Sabaku and the youngest Uchiha had always been at each other's throats, since they were both toddlers and the first time Fugaku Uchiha had insulted Hameru Sabaku. Gaara realised they'd inherited their respective father's hatred and that there had not been any other reason to start fights with each other. But he also knew that that in and of itself was just excuse.

'I'd hate the little fucker anyway.'

Interrupting his thoughts, his thoughtless siblings had decided to check up on him anyway. He hadn't thrown anything against the wall in about fifteen minutes, so they figured it was safe to see if he hadn't smoked himself to death. Gaara didn't react to their presence however, preferring to pretend the blank wall was more interesting, which it was, really. They very rarely had anything to say that was of interest to him.

"Put that shit out," Kankuro said sourly. "The air in here is making me nauseous."

"Hypocrite," Temari said, giggling. "So who was it that was smoking and sulking down here last night when Matsuri told him he was a dumb fuck and a bad lay?"

Kankuro groaned. His girlfriend was pissing him off. Firstly, she tried to crack onto Gaara, and when he would have none of that, she decided to insult Temari's weight. The blond had had to be restrained to keep her from attacking the brunette. Finally, Matsuri started mumbling another man's name while mid coitus with the oldest Sabaku brother and instead of apologising to Kankuro, promptly reverted to the teenage brat who had scribbled obscenities on his Mercedes.

But he wouldn't leave her, and Temari's patience was nearing breaking point. She'd already looked up some of her old friends who still owed her favours; they knew some top quality hit men. She'd ask Gaara to do it, but the red head didn't care what Matsuri said and did to Kankuro. The blond decided on another tactic, thinking she could take advantage of Gaara's hatred for the youngest Uchiha and set Matsuri up in a situation where she'd be all over Sasuke, and her little brother would be more than happy to throttle the little slut.

"Have you calmed down yet?" Temari asked, earning herself a death glare. "I'll take that as a yes."

Really, if he was still as angry, she'd have gotten either no response or another worthless trinket thrown in her direction. He really needed to go back to the family therapist. But despite the annoyance radiating off of him, she could tell he was no longer in a violent mood at least. He was so easy to read, though most people had trouble with that strange young man. She smiled slightly, indicating to the hydroponics under the orange LED lights. They weren't cultivating an entire crop, but it was all the same strain of plants.

"Are you going to finish what you started?"

Gaara glanced at the marijuana and shrugged. He was more interested in his less than cohesive thoughts on how to exact revenge on one Sasuke Uchiha. But he knew that once he'd come down from his high that the hydroponics would again take centre stage. He just wanted to go with the flow right now. It was better than getting angrier and angrier, right?

Temari sighed. "Well anyway, the sun is going down and we think it's about time you bought out that flower shop, don't you?"

Kankuro nodded enthusiastically to his brother. "Yeah, that agent won't deal with me or Temari anymore."

The property manager for the flower shop Temari had mentioned had a crush on Gaara and she wanted to make the deal with him specifically. Still, he would be the one paying for it, so it was a good enough reason. Gaara sat up slowly, thinking. The woman was new to the company and in her late twenties: he had never fucked a woman based solely on her age, but she wasn't appealing. Her body just didn't do anything for him.

'Speaking of which, I need to get laid.'

Temari narrowed her eyes at her youngest brother. "You planning something?"

Gaara ignored her, his thoughts moving to Sasuke Uchiha again. Yes, he was planning something. What kind of question was that? That prick was going to pay for his humiliation, and suddenly, with the smell of marijuana and smoke clogging up his more useful senses, he realised he had the best instrument for his revenge right in front of him.

.:. -/ \- .:.

"Wake me up when the sun comes up," Sakura joked, knowing Naruto would actually be waking her up at midnight.

The day had passed with Naruto watching for a few hours, while Sakura had returned to headquarters only to return later to relieve the blond. They'd been alternating all day while trying to get Jiraiya to assign another team to replace them for the night shift, or at least rotate shifts with them. But with the personnel evaluations being done today and the number of officers off sick, they were stuck being the only Uchiha babysitters. Sakura promised herself to demand a pay rise later, even though she knew she wouldn't get it. She'd been putting in a lot of overtime lately and it showed, especially with her lack of professionalism today, when it came to Sasuke Uchiha. Today was also a horrible reminder of everything in life she'd lost.

Her best friend just rolled his eyes at her and pretended to be upset, making her giggle softly.

There had to be one person awake at all times, and Naruto had offered to take the first watch. Technically, this was a stake out, and although the idea of sitting in the Toyota Crown all night didn't exactly make him happy, Naruto loved this part of the job. He preferred the scenario that had him in an apartment across the road using binoculars to watch rather than trying to find a comfortable position in a car seat to settle in for the next eight hours. Sakura however, could sleep anywhere. She turned the heater on and shifted to let her head rest against the head rest of her seat. It was easy; she just imagined the most boring thing possible and was out like a light.

But whatever she dreamt about was quickly extinguished when Naruto woke her hours later and through her groggy vision, she noted it was a few minutes after midnight. The blond crawled into the back seat to get more comfortable and Sakura chastised him. He wasn't supposed to do that.

"Give me a break Sakura," he said in a whinny voice. "I can't get to sleep in an upright position, you know."

She rolled her eyes. "Alright, you baby."

Sakura waited for his breathing to deepen, indicating he was asleep, before lifting the binoculars to her eyes. She would much have preferred to rest in her own bed instead of the front seat of the Toyota Crown, but the temptation to stare through Sasuke Uchiha's apartment window (the entire perimeter seemed to be made of glass and steel), especially when she noticed something. What was he up to? Sakura watched as the light in Sasuke's apartment came on, glancing at the time and wondering what he was doing up at one o'clock in the morning. Surely he wasn't going to try to sneak out and go back to that club? Sakura glanced back at Naruto, wondering if she should wake him. But she wasn't a child who couldn't handle one lousy Uchiha.

Her heart started to pound in her chest, but not from fear. It was reminding her that Sasuke was clearly attracted to her, and that the attraction was mutual. Going up there alone wasn't the smartest idea she had ever come up with. Naruto certainly wouldn't let her do this. But there was an itching inside her, making her fidget. She needed to see what that… person was up to.

She used the binoculars to zoom in on his apartment window. There was movement, that much was certain. The curtains were only drawn part way and she could make out that unmistakeable outline; that figure was definitely Sasuke Uchiha. She would recognise it anywhere. She wasn't some kind of pervert, but his body demanded some kind of ogling, fan girl or not. If he wasn't such a difficult personality, she was sure he'd be even more popular. As it was, he had his own exclusive line of classy whores that rumour had it were more like a harem.

Sakura wouldn't put it past him to treat the women like they were just sex toys, and had no intention of Sasuke acting on that comment he'd made to her.

"See you soon, my little kiti neko."

She sighed. No way was she going to head into the apartment building and go up to see him. She glanced at Naruto again. Would he wake up if she left quietly? What were the chances that he'd wake to find her gone? Then how would she explain her absence?

'What the hell am I thinking?'

Her thoughts were all over the place. But more movement on the other side of glass separating Sasuke's apartment from the outside world made Sakura want to go up there. He was supposed to turn the light on and come to the window if he needed anything; at least anything to do with their job to keep an eye on him. Sakura sighed again, and left the binoculars behind in the car as she left Naruto alone and asleep. She should have woken him up, as they were supposed to, but she didn't want to have a conversation with the blond about why she'd felt the need to head up there alone.

So that was why Sakura found herself flashing her badge to the security guard (despite her uniform) and waved to the bellboy before taking the elevator up to the penthouse level. Her nerves were undoing her, even though she was coming up for a professional matter. Still, that deep sensual voice that she'd only heard similarly once before, had her confused. She didn't want to turn this into something more than her duty to check up on him, but just remembering the way he had looked at her was making this difficult for her.

What could he possibly want at this ungodly hour?

Sakura stepped out of the elevator with trepidation, making her way down the hallway as quietly as she could, a sudden fear twisting her stomach. She stood outside his room, her eyes on the crack underneath the door; there was still a light on inside and from the sounds of things, Sasuke was definitely moving about inside there. She swallowed heavily, her head snapping upward at the sound of a strangled groan. And on the other side of the door, she could also hear the breaking of glass; there was someone else in the room with the Uchiha.

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jukeisha: "convict". Used as a title for criminals and the accused. It has become considered a derogatory term. It can be used on its own or attached to a person's name.

kiti neko: "kitty cat"