AN: Chapter four! Jam-packed with action and the long-awaited reunion between our favorite couple. How will it all play out? Enjoy!

"Genma," Kakashi called out the next day. "I need you to get your hands on another chopper. Rent one or something. Then take it and scope out the city. Tell me if there are cops swarming all over the place. Check the rooftops and stuff. Then get back to me."

"Sure. One question though." Genma said.

"What?"

"Where in the hell am I supposed to rent a helicopter in this city?" Genma asked irritably. "Besides, I don't think they'll be willing to lend out helicopters willingly to just anybody these days."

"So what? I'm supposed to show up at a rooftop and hope with all my might it'll be deserted?"

"Sure, why not?" Genma said, shrugging his shoulders. "It's not like you've never been shot at before."

"One more problem." Kakashi said.

"What?"

"How am I supposed to get on said rooftop without attracting attention to myself? Surely every cop, security guard and mall cop are searching for me."

"No problem. I got it covered." Genma said.

"Okay, I think I'll take my chances with the cops. If you need me, I'll be looking for a hat."

"Come on! I can do such a good job; I won't even recognize you when I'm done!" Genma said.

"NO!" Kakashi yelled, shutting the door on his way out.

Later that day, Kakashi got a call from Genma that one of their spotters, well, spotted the target not far from the hotel. Apparently he felt safer after the news story last night. He was a little ways downtown, near a construction site. He was going to be there a while. Kakashi hung up his phone and made his way to the location. The tricky part, getting to the roof to get a good view. He had to do this from a distance, since the guy would flee at the first sign of him. He put his sunglasses on and headed out.

A twenty minute drive later, he was in the lobby of the building he chose as his base. He was about to get on the elevator, when a security guard called out to him.

"Sir. Could you please wait a moment?"

'Shitshitshitshitshit.'

"How can I help you officer?"

"I need to have you remove you sunglasses and hat please. It's for security reasons."

"No problem officer." Kakashi replied. He took off his sunglasses first, revealing two half-lidded dark eyes. He moved on to his knit cap next, pulling it off and out came his usual spiky hair, except that it was black. "Better?" He asked.

"Thank you sir. Please move along." The guard said, waving in the general direction of the elevator.

Kakashi got on and sighed in relief. He pressed the button to the top floor. He would take the stairs to the roof. He still couldn't believe that worked. Some makeup to cover the scar and contact lenses to make his eyes a darker color than the icy blue and dark red. Not to mention the wig. It was hilarious; the guard probably didn't even take a second look. It might have worked once, but he had to remember that it might not work all the time. He got off the elevator and made his way to the stairs. He looked around. He didn't see any cameras, but that didn't mean they weren't there. He looked around for place that would be in the camera's blind spot. He found a secluded area between two flights of stairs, where no camera can see. He should know, he's had experience. He took off the wig and took out the contacts. He decided to keep the scar cover on. He reached into his pack (how did they not check it?) and took out his wolf mask. He stuffed his other things in the bag. When he emerged he was in full ANBU gear, pack in hand. He made his way to the roof and set up his gear. After making sure everything was working, he took a look through his scope and saw his target. Perfect. He only had two guards with him this time. He took aim. Finally, this was it. He can kill this guy and get out of here.

He readied the rifle, perfect shot, he was about to pull the trigger when he heard a voice behind him say, "I don't think you want to that."

'Damn. And I was so close.'

"What if I said you thought wrong?" He shot back.

"Well then you, my friend, are in a lot of trouble."

"Maa, I like trouble." He looked through the scope again, but stopped when he hear the click of the safety turning off on a handgun. It was dangerously close to his ear.

"Pull that trigger, and I'll pull mine." The cop said.

"Well, that puts me in a little bind now, doesn't it, officer…"

"Lieutenant Smith."

"Ah, Lieutenant Smith. I'm sure you wouldn't want my death to be by your hand, now would you?"

"Give me a reason, and I wouldn't mind."

Kakashi sighed. He took his hands off his rifle and Smith pulled his gun back a little, but Kakashi had a plan. He wouldn't just give up. As fast as he could, he reached back and caught Smith off guard, taking the gun from his hands. He ran to the edge of the roof and looked around. The next ledge was a good jump away. He could make it. He moved back a little and with a running start, leaped for the ledge. He made it onto the next roof and kept going. They weren't really skyscrapers, just tall buildings but the roofs were large, thankfully. Unfortunately for him, that meant that the Lieutenant could follow him too. Apparently, he also had more than one gun on him because he heard a shot go off and wiz passed his ear. 'That was way too close.' Kakashi thought.

"Hey dad, ready to go?" Naruto asked, excited. His dad was taking him out to teach him how to drive.

"Yeah, which car do you want to take?"

"My sports car, of course!" Naruto exclaimed. "I would personally feel like I'm offending Grandma by not driving it."

"Fine, fine, let's go." Iruka said. "Let me drive us downtown first, so I can run some errands, and I'll let you drive back, got it?"

"No problem. Now let's go!"

Kakashi was having a hard time with this guy. He must have run track or something in high school because he wasn't letting up. Still hopping roofs, Kakashi stopped when another shot was fired; this one being the first and only one to hit him so far and it had to hit him in the arm.

"Shit." He hissed, holding onto the bullet wound, putting pressure on it.

"Not fun getting shot, huh?" Lieutenant Smith asked.

Kakashi looked around. There weren't any more roofs to escape to and his arm would probably affect his jump too. No need risking it. He looked down onto the street below. He would never make it if he jumped, but then he heard something in the distance. It looked like a convertible. Lucky him, maybe he wouldn't die here after all.

Iruka was on his way to the central bank downtown when some sounds were heard in the distance. They sounded like they were coming from up above.

"Dad? What is that? It sounds like gunshots or something." Naruto said.

"I'm not sure." Iruka said, but something told him something was up. For one, the streets were kind of empty, and then there were the sounds of a gun. He kept driving when all of a sudden he felt the back of the car suddenly dip under the extra weight startling him so badly; he stepped on the gas, only stopping at a red light a few blocks away.

Kakashi saw the black sports car coming down the surprisingly empty road. He took a deep breath and let out a chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Smith asked.

"Well, Lieutenant, I had fun but alas, I must be going now." Kakashi said, slowly making his way towards the edge.

"What are you talking about? There's nowhere to go from here but down."

"Exactly." Kakashi said. The car was in the perfect position. He put his genius mind to use and jumped. The last thing he remembered was hitting something and the smell of leather. He made it, and then everything went black.

"Holy crap! What the hell was that!?" Naruto yelled.

"Naruto! Language!"

"Oh, shit." Naruto whispered.

"Naruto-" Iruka started, but was cut off.

"Dad, it's him." Naruto whispered.

"What!?" Iruka hissed. He turned back quickly and saw the limp pale form of his supposedly-dead husband. "What the hell is he doing?"

"Um, dad. There's something else. He's bleeding."

"Shit."

"What do we do?" Naruto asked.

"Put the top up, I guess we have no choice but to take him home and bandage him up."

"Shouldn't we take him to the hospital?"

"And tell them what? My husband who's supposed to be dead for about a year just magically fell from the sky and into my son's new sports car?"

"But he's bleeding pretty bad."

"Another thing, the second he gets healed up in the hospital, the cops'll be all over him."

"Isn't that kind of a good thing?"

"Besides, Kakashi hates hospitals."

"Fine, whatever, I just hope I can get the blood out."

Genma was freaking out. It was well past 8:00 p.m. and Kakashi wasn't back. It shouldn't be taking this long, and if he was doing something, he would have called in. He was pacing in the new hotel room when his attention was turned to the television.

"Breaking news. The masked assassin was confronted today by local police officer, Lieutenant Anthony Smith. The assassin has disappeared without a trace after a long chase. Be on the lookout better than ever from now until further notice. He is considered to be armed and dangerous. Details at 11."

"Holy. Shit."

When Kakashi came to, he was on a bed that felt oddly familiar, but that didn't matter when his mind registered the immense pain he was feeling all over.

'Ugh.' He thought. 'What hit me?' Then the details started coming back to him. 'Right. A bullet and then a car. But, where am I? And why does this place feel so familiar?' Kakashi was looking around the room as much as he could without moving his head, attempting to avoid the migraine that was eating at him, but his efforts were in vain when his eyes landed on the picture of He and Iruka on the day of their wedding, sharing their first kiss as husbands. 'How the hell did I get here? Oh God, please don't tell me I jumped into their car.'

"I see you're finally awake." He heard the voice that haunted his dreams and turned, hissing when his left side protested the movement, to see Iruka standing in the doorway, hands on his hips, radiating waves that screamed, "pissed off". "You better have a damn good explanation about everything." He hissed and turned to leave the silver-haired man alone with his thoughts and his pain.

Kakashi took the time to force himself through a self-examination of his injuries. The bullet wound was cleaned and bandaged; the bullet was taken out as well. His left shoulder was killing him. He probably dislocated it when he landed, but it seems someone popped it back in, although not very gently if the pain was anything to go by. His entire left side was bruised and the makeup over his scar was taken off. He could tell he was in some deep shit, but he couldn't just leave. Not again.