Sakura cursed as she rounded the bend, and her single went out as she sped through the underground tunnel. She quickly tucked it into her bra for lack of pockets, and then put both hands back on the bike. If she made one mistake inhere, she could end up ricocheting off the walls. The tunnel was very small, and the car behind her was right on her back wheel. She had half a mind to just speed up and get out of the way, but she didn't want her bike to slip on the wet ground.

She let out a sigh of relief when she got out of the tunnel, and then she was off like a shot. She swerved of the road onto the path she had taken so many times before, and then jumped the little hills, realizing the rush that she had been missing for such a long time. It felt good to get out and ride and just feel free again. She felt a pang of disappointment when she turned back onto a real road. The institute was in the part of Konoha that was more like a country side than city. The houses were well spread out, though there were some apartment complexes, but there were only two or three to a complex.

She drove up the short drive, past the stone walls that surrounded the complex. She parked in her "usual spot" or at least it had been. Sakura sighed as she readied herself to face Sasuke. She had checked up on him to make sure that he was actually doing as he said, and he was . He was in Alcoholics Anonymous , and he was taking anger management classes every other day.

She knocked on the door, and a relieved Sasuke opened the door.

"I thought you- the line went dead!" Sasuke wrapped her in a hug and Sakura hugged him back. She glanced at the room behind him, and saw the romantic setting, the obvious effort put into it. She immediately felt worse, and she mentally kicked herself in the face. He was trying as hard as he could, and she was blowing him off. She had forgotten, but she still should of tried harder to remember.

Sasuke gentlemen-like sat her down at the table, and then she watched and talked to him while he whipped up dinner. She laughed at his jokes, even when they weren't meant to be funny. It seemed like being back together made her feel so much better. But something was nagging at the back of her mind, telling her something here was just off. Just barely off, someone else wouldn't've picked it up, but she had.

"So, who were you working with today, that kept you away for two hours?" said Sasuke with a forced calm.

"Oh, this new patient of mine. He is a little bit difficult to work with, but I think it was worth it. " said Sakura before taking a bite of Sasuke's favorite dish. He always said it was her favorite, but in truth it wasn't. ugh, Chicken Fresca.

"So was he giving you any trouble?" asked Sasuke, looking her in the eyes.

"No, he was actually pretty good. Usually he is very violent , but he wasn't really bad today. "

" If he wasn't bad why did you stay two hours late?" Asked Sasuke, his hand clenching his wine glass even though his voice was calm.

"I told you , he's a new patient, so I needed to spend more time with him to help him get adjusted. He had the same therapist for almost eighteen years.So , naturally he needed some more time ."

For once Sasuke's face softened. " Eighteen years?" his face was shocked and empathetic. He had lost his mother when he was eighteen, and his dad had moved right on. He also knew that Tsunade was the only one other than Sakura who would do therapy sessions with the U-Levelers. So to whoever it was kind of like losing a mother of some sort. Or so he rationalized. " Well, who is this patient."

"I can't tell you, he is my patient, and we have patient confidentiality, you know that." said Sakura. She forced herself to finish the last bite of her food. She took a swig of wine, " And besides, I don't think you'd understand.

"Is it that guy from the other day?" asked Sasuke, his grip growing tighter on his wine glass. Sakura concealed the need to wince in fear.

"Yes, " Sakura confessed.

"I don't want you to work with him anymore. " The sympathy for the man in cell # 22 was gone.

"Sasuke, he needs me! And I , as a psychiatrist, have a duty to help those in need!" Said Sakura roughly.

Sasuke remained silent and he focused on breathing in and out through his nose. It was like the breathing technique Sakura used, but his exercise forced his breathing to slow down in order to take in enough oxygen.

"Ok, just..." Sasuke paused to think. " Next time we make plans, please don't bail on me. "

"I won't . It's just, he was actually talk today, and I was doing so good! I didn't - I was so focused, I just forgot. " admitted Sakura.

"Oh , I think I'd better go it's late. Do you want me to help you clean up the dishes and stuff?" asked Sakura.

"Uhm, yeah, I would like that." Sasuke smiled.

They washed the dishes together, occasionally splashing each other with the water. When they were done, Sakura gave Sasuke a kiss on the cheeks, then on second though gave him a quick peck on the lips. Sasuke watched as she pulled on her jacket and then waved at him. he waved back , and then she pulled out and left.

Sasuke climbed into his car, and then drove off into the dark. He had something to do. And it concerned a certain someone. The fact that he was going to anger management didn't change a thing. This was personal. And he do it whether he was going or not.

Sakura had left her key-card on his table. And it was time he got back at the resident of cell # 22.


Sakura realized when she stopped at a stop light that she had left her key-card at Sasuke's apartment. She turned the bike around after the stop light had changed, and sped back toward the apartment, taking her time going over the jumps, savoring each moment.


Sasuke sped toward the institute, noting that only the night janitor's car was the only one in the parking lot. he slipped in the unlocked front door, and then crept along the hallways. He saw the janitor board the elevator, cleaning trolley and all, and watched the digital readout. He went to the fifth floor. Sasuke smiled. "Perfect." he purred with satisfaction.


He wasn't home.

"Where is he?" wondered Sakura aloud. "Probably went to the grocery store, his refrigerator was almost bare!"She unlocked the door with her old house key, and then looked around for her key card but it wasn't there. 'Maybe I left it at work...' Sakura climbed back onto her bike and took off for the Institute.


"Hmm... I think we should use enough to kill you, what do you say?" Gaara looked up at him, terror in his eyes. Sasuke had already sedated him with one dose, and it had started to kick in , and he hadn't fallen unconscious just yet. Sasuke's eyes were widened with excitement, and repulsion at the being in front of him.

"No..." escaped Gaara's lips.

"Yes, Gaara. Time to take a little nap. "laughed Sasuke. He plunged the needle into the vein in Gaara's shoulder, releasing the 100mg of phenobarbital ( Nembutal) into his bloodstream. Gaara's eyes fought to stay open, but the world began to swim before him. He felt faint, and scared. Sasuke kicked him in the side, and Gaara slipped sideways on the floor. It took a moment for him to feel the shock. It was hard to breathe, it was like his lungs were falling asleep. He too was falling asleep , too weak to move. His thoughts reeled, scatted and judged poorly.


Sakura jogged down the steps. She didn't want Tsunade to question her about 'staying late'. She slipped on a piece of paper that the janitor had yet to pick up, and was sent flying down the stairs.


Gaara's face twitched for a moment and the went still. His breathing was slow and labored. 'Anger management doesn't change a thing. But , then again I never really got angry. Seeing people scream was the fun part... I can't wait to see her face. That'll teach her ... '


Sakura stood up and groaned, her hand on her tail bone. She healed as she walked, her hand glowing green in the near dark. Even in the dim light she could see a door ajar, and a moment later she realized who's it was.

She saw Gaara slumped over on the floor, the syringe still sticking out of his arm, wobbling ever time he struggled to breathe. Sakura quietly picked up the medicine tray of the table, Gaara's eyes dully following her movements, as if wondering if she was really there. He didn't even flinch when she brought the tray down on Sasuke's head, knocking him unconscious. Sasuke crashed into the wall, and then spun around to face her, but before he could move any further she smashed him in the face with tray, and when he fell to the ground she took another swing just to make sure he was down.

"Are you okay?" she asked Gaara nervously. His eyes closed as he slipped into unconsciousness. Sakura gently pulled the syringe out of his arm, and then carried him like a baby as she ran down the hall as fast as she could to the nurse station.


Tsunade rolled out of her bed, and made a wild grab for her cell phone. She flipped it open. "Hallo?" she answered groggily.

"Tsunade, you need to come back to the Institute, there is a huge problem on my hands. "

"Sakura?"

"Quickly!"

"I'm coming." Tsunade was out the door in a second, not caring for once about her appearance. She could hear Sakura say his name in the background , trying to coax him from unconsciousness.

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