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Title: Cardiac Arrest

Summary: Being late meant Sakura had to go over the speed limit and unfortunately resulted in getting a ticket from the most attractive cop she'd ever seen. And her day doesn't get any better when she finds out who exactly her blind date is for that night.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Prompt: Late (Day 2)

Rating: K

Warnings: none


Sakura pressed her stiletto-clad foot on the ignition, speeding along the highway as quickly as possible.

While she was getting ready for work, she completely lost track of time, and even though she looked fantastic, she was going to be late, something her supervisor never tolerated.

She hadn't put on her doctor's coat yet, and it lay on the passenger seat along with her overstuffed purse. The only good thing about the morning was that she was wearing her favorite dress, a skintight crimson number that made every curve on her body stand out. After all, she had a blind date right after work, and she wanted to look her best, even if it turned out to be a loser (like the last guy Naruto set her up with).

Suddenly, Sakura heard a sound she had dreaded ever since getting her driver's license ten years ago.

A police siren.

She immediately pulled over to the side of the road, feeling her heart clench with nervousness. Needless to say, she was not the type of person to get tickets, and she definitely had never had any run-ins with the law before. The only experience she had with police officers was her friendship with Naruto (who was a well-known policeman), and then again he never really explained exactly what he did at work anyways.

The siren stopped, but the lights kept flashing as the police car pulled up behind her. It was humiliating watching cars drive by on the highway, every driver sparing her a judgmental glance as they passed.

She saw a figure approach her window, and with a shaky sigh, she rolled the window down.

Her heart sunk even further.

Oh no, he's hot.

The policeman standing just two feet away from her was probably the most attractive man she had seen in a long time, basically fitting the "tall, dark, and handsome" stereotype, complete with the lack of emotion on his handsome face.

"You were going fifteen miles over the speed limit," he said matter-of-factly, his eyes never wavering from her own. She gulped, and had a feeling that her feminine charm wasn't going to be of any use in this situation.

"Oh….uh….sorry, I'm uh—late for work and I might be needed in surgery and-"

"Why would you be needed in surgery?" he asked with a frown, giving her a once-over which only succeeded in making her more nervous. However, as soon as his words sunk in and she realized what he was implying, it suddenly didn't matter how hot this man was.

"I'm a doctor," she hissed out. He rolled his eyes, making her narrow her eyes in irritation.

"Sure you are. I need license and registration."

Resisting the urge to drive away, she pulled the required items from her wallet, silently daring him to insult her again.

"You're only 26," he stated. Sakura raised an eyebrow. "So don't go around telling people you're a doctor when you're not even old enough to be."

"I skipped a few grades in high school," Sakura muttered, fists clenched in her lap. She watched him finish writing up a ticket, and he eventually handed her back her things, their fingers brushing as he did so.

She ignored the electrical current that seemed to travel up her arm and stifled the subsequent blush.

He drove away soon after, making her drive the rest of the way to work in a cloud of dread, feeling all sorts of hatred towards that "Officer Sasuke Uchiha" (which she read off the ticket).


When she got to the hospital, Tsunade had magically not noticed that she was a whole hour late. Apparently she had been nursing a hangover all morning, and wouldn't let anyone in her office until noon. That meant Sakura had several hours to herself, and as she stormed into her office and pulled out a pile of paperwork to complete, she also picked up her cellphone, dialing the only number (besides Ino's) that she had memorized.

Hey Sakura, what's up?

"I got a speeding ticket," Sakura groaned into the speaker, holding the phone with one hand as she grabbed a pen and started signing the sheets that required her scribble of a signature.

Wow! The world must be ending because the Sakura Haruno got in trouble with the law!"

"Shut up," she muttered. "The officer was also so rude! I told him I was speeding because I was late to the hospital, and he kept telling me to stop lying that I was a doctor!"

Naruto laughed, making her wince.

Well to his credit, Sakura, you definitely look too young and pretty to be a doctor. You seem more like an actress that plays one on tv.

Sakura gritted her teeth. "You're not helping."

I'm sorry, Sakura! By the way, what was the name of the guy?"

"Sasuke Uchiha," she sighed, the name forever branded into her brain. Naruto went silent.

Did you say 'Sasuke Uchiha'?

"Uh…yeah," Sakura replied. "Why? Do you know him?"

She was met with the sound of awkward laughter.

My boss just came in the office so I gotta hang up! ByeSakuraandIhopeyouenjoyyourdatetonight!

Sakura sighed as the line went dead. Naruto could be so confusing sometimes.


Though her shift was unforgivably long, Sakura never minded seeing the patient she had last on her schedule. Itachi was one of the kindest people she knew, and was the most pleasant patient she had ever had. A few months ago he came in with a disease no other hospital had found the cure for, but Sakura identified it in only a few hours, immediately operating him and restoring his lungs to full function. However, every week she had him come in to make sure he didn't have any symptoms, and to monitor his stress levels. She never asked what he did for a living that put so much strain on his body, but she guessed that he really didn't want to talk about it.

"How are you doing today, Itachi?" she said sweetly, glancing at his chart briefly before looking him over. He was quiet as usual, sitting on the edge of the examination bed with a patient look.

"The medicine you gave me for anxiety has really been helping me," he said, smiling briefly. "I think my blood pressure has gone down."

"That's excellent!" Sakura commented. "I'll just take your vitals to make sure, although I'd like to take your word for it!"

He laughed lightly at her joke, and she was always quite jealous of how he managed to look so dignified all the time, even when she had seen him in a hospital robe before.

She took his blood pressure and heart rate, and to her pleasure, his numbers had actually gone down slightly (as he had guessed).

"Have you been eating a healthy diet as well as taking your medicine?" she asked.

"Of course. I always follow your advice," Itachi responded.

"Your vitals have improved so much over these past months. I'm sure you'll soon be back to your peak health," Sakura assured, picking up a pen so she could write down the stats she had just taken.

Reading the top of the sheet, her hand froze.

Itachi Uchiha?

"Uh…Itachi…," she muttered. "By chance are you related to a Sasuke Uchiha?"

Itachi nodded. "That's my little brother. Why do you ask?"

"He gave me a speeding ticket this morning," she said bluntly, still bitter.

Itachi nodded. "That sounds like him. Giving tickets even to the pretty girls."

Sakura blushed. "Thanks, Itachi."

"You're welcome," he nodded, expressionless. "Also, I couldn't help but notice—why are you so dressed up today?"

Sakura breathed out deeply. "My friend Naruto set me up on a blind date after work."

Itachi raised an eyebrow as if he knew something she didn't, then his lips curled into a half-smirk.

"Good luck on the date, Sakura," he spoke as he stood up to leave now that the examination was over. "Don't have too high of expectations."

She narrowed her eyes, not in anger, but in plain confusion. But Sakura didn't have too long to dwell on it, since she happened to glance at the clock and realized she had fifteen minutes to take the twenty-minute drive to the restaurant she was supposed to meet her date.

Today really isn't my day….she thought sadly to herself as she ran the rest of her paperwork to her office and quickly made it to her car in the employee parking lot.


By the time she made it to the restaurant, she was thirty minutes late, and she half-expected her date to have left already. Naruto didn't give him her number, but said he'd be sitting in the corner of the café with a dark grey shirt on and black hair.

Scanning the building with her green eyes, she nearly gaped with horror as she saw a certain someone sitting at a table by himself.

None other than Sasuke Uchiha—sipping a mug of coffee with a disgruntled look on his face. Hopefully my date isn't sitting too close to him. Sakura thought. It would be so awkward if he saw me.

Looking around once more, she came to realize two things:

The first, that there weren't made people in the room. Probably only four other couples.

The second, that all the other male occupants were definitely not wearing dark grey, and not a single one had dark hair.

She gulped and looked back at Sasuke.

Sure enough, he was wearing the aforementioned shirt, and she already knew that he sported a shaggy black hairstyle, even if it was partially covered by his uniform hat before.

Cautiously, she asked a waitress how long he had been there.

"Oh, about thirty minutes!" the middle-aged woman chirped happily, giving her a bright smile. "Are you the woman he is waiting for?"

"I guess so," Sakura grumbled before gathering the courage to walk over.

He only noticed her when she was a foot away from the table, still standing as she looked at him skeptically.

"Are you Naruto's friend?" she asked slowly, to which he nodded. Sakura sat down reluctantly.

"You're thirty minutes late," he observed. Did he remember her from before? He certainly didn't give any indication of it.

"I was with a patient," she explained, glancing over the menu to successfully avoid eye contact.

"Naruto told me you were a doctor."

"So you believe me now?" Sakura couldn't help but add, making him smirk. (which was definitely not her expected reaction)

"I guess. Naruto always talks about you. It's ridiculous."

"What else does he say?" Sakura asked, a bit nervous. Thanks a lot, Naruto.

"That you were valedictorian, you've known my uncle Kakashi since you were little, and that you just came out of a long-distance relationship with some doctor named Shi."

Sakura flushed. "Uh—okay. More information than I thought you'd know."

"And that you saved Itachi's life."

Her face softened as she saw the brief expression of gratitude that crossed his face.

"Itachi is one of my best patients. He was actually the person I was seeing before this."

"So that's why he texted me that you'd be my date," Sasuke shrugged. "You must've told him you had a blind date, and he knew I was going on one at the same time, so he just concluded that we were matched up."

Thankfully the waitress chose that moment to intervene, so Sasuke didn't see how Sakura bit her lip when he said they were "matched up."

Their orders weren't anything special, and after the woman left, Sakura nervously sipped her water.

"I didn't know what you looked like before you walked in. I never would've expected the Sakura Naruto always talked about would be the type to go way over the speed limit.

Sakura wanted to crawl in a hole a die.

"Can we please not mention that ever again?"

"And then you were late here, as well. Are you late to everything?" he asked, and she wasn't sure if he was teasing or not.

"Today's the first day I've ever been late to work in my entire life," she admitted, and he gave her a look of approval.

"You're exactly how Naruto described," he said off-handedly, making Sakura wonder just how she had been described as.

The rest of the meal went surprisingly well, and Sakura soon found herself ready to give Naruto a big hug of appreciation the next time she saw him.


How'd it go? Naruto said on the other line.

"Hn," Sasuke grunted, opening the door to his apartment and stepping inside. Since Sakura had driven to the restaurant herself, he didn't have the option of driving her home, although he would love to see her reaction to how he had used his police car to drive there.

That's not a real answer, Sasuke. Naruto whined. How did it go? Did she wear that one red dress of hers? I mean, I love her like a sister, but that her in that dress is literally one of the sexiest things in the entire wo—

"She's impressive. And I realize why Itachi likes her so much."

I'm gonna be honest, Sasuke. I can actually see you guys working out in a relationship.

Sasuke nodded.

Did you just nod? You do realize I can't see you do that through the phone!

"Hn."

Heh…you can't fool me, Uchiha! I know that you like her already! Did you get her number?

"Technically I had it before when I had to collect it for her speeding ticket."

Sasuke you are so weird. Naruto sighed. Just call her, you bastard. Otherwise I'll get Gaara or something to take her out instead.

Sasuke frowned deeply. "Don't."

Awwww…You're already getting possessive! You guys are so cute…..

"I'm hanging up," Sasuke said sharply before ending the call. He sat for a few seconds in silence before opening his phone contact list and scrolling down to the "S" names.

Not that he'd ever admit it, but he had never been more thankful for Naruto.


I was originally going to do an angsty one-shot, but then this guy I have a semi-crush on texted me, and it put me in a happy mood.

Onto the next prompt!