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Tiredly Kiba yawned when he looked up from his PC after almost over four hours. Beside him Red Bull tins and pizza boxes piled up. In the headquarters was still hardly traffic and the most began only at half past seven with their work. This case had only two advantages compared with his colleagues.
Firstly one was better paid, however what wasn't a lot of use if one rarely had the possibility to spend it. Second if this case really led to success, his respect would rise and maybe he would get promoted. However, the big risk was present maybe there weren't able to experience it any more or to run after this dream his whole life.
The phone rang and he rose slowly. Tripping he hobbled to the table and picked it up.
"Yeah?"
"Morning, Inuzuka,"
Already with the third letter the young man had recognized whose bad-tempered voice resounded to him. Internally he hit his hands over his head if Ibiki called there was A) stress with him, B) bad news or C) even more work.
He could renounce all three points in this morning well and with pleasure. "Good morning. What is the reason for this early phone call?"
"Is Aburame available?"
Kiba looked around like a beginner and yawned, finally, in the listener: "Er …. How it looks, he doesn't feel well, because he left last night already earlier."
At the other end of the phone ruled silence and all of a sudden Kiba realize that it did not correspond at all to the kind of his colleague. His hand with the listener cramped.
Ibiki cleared his throat and confessed: "He has not contacted us for 9,5 hours, ordinarily he is a workaholic who is served with six hours of sleep even with illness and announces himself at least once the night, particularly since the small incident with his fiancée."
Kiba became light dependent and let him describe the case by his superior in all detail. After almost over 10 minutes Ibiki ended.
"For some time many investigators thought that the free culprits wanted to kill Aburame, because he had uncovered a big forged banknote smearing some weeks before. However, after some time the suspicion faded away again. However we wanted to stay on the save side and we required that he announces himself regularly."
Just as if he was controlled Kiba looked for the clock on the wall. He didn't know why, but suddenly an icy shiver was running down his back. His so dutiful colleague lasts had to be in the office. Now. Not later.
Especially since he had been the first yesterday evening who had gone home. Kiba said goodbye and promised to tell Ibiki, as soon as he would hear something from Shino. The young man hung up and walked some minutes worriedly in the office up and down. Convulsively he tried to remember last night. Something Shino had said or maybe behaved strangely.
He had looked something up and, finally, had left purposefully the office.
However, what it was that had startled him. Kiba leant his the head on the wall and closed shut his eyes tightly.
"Damn it! What have you said yesterday?", the problem was if one blethered a lot, one was not especially attentive what garbage one gave from himself.
Kiba sighed deeply and took the phone once more. He would try first of all, all possible telephone numbers, once Shino had given them if there were problems. Somewhere he would be. The FBI agent looked after a fact that there was one reasonable explanation for everything.
And exactly this he had to find.
Though it wasn't his big strength, but he had not despaired not yet enough to be helpless, in front of Ino.
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The ring of his mobile phone had torn Sasuke out of his sleep. At first he had been irritated to have a young woman beside himself in the bed, however, then he had understood fast enough and had searched the annoying device.
Hardly that he had his mobile phone at hand, he already threw a quick look at Izumi, however, she went on sleeping contently. In quick steps he left his bedroom and stepped in the hall.
"Morning Shikamaru what is that important to pull be me out of my precious sleep?", the voice of the Uchiha sounded obviously annoyed and he stroked through his hair as he took the steps to the kitchen.
At the other end one of his hangmen tried to report very quietly and essentially about a small incident. When he had ended, two steaming cups of coffee stood already before Sasuke and he groaned.
"FBI? What did they want this time? If it is not enough that they put their nose in Konan's matter and the woman is craftier than me."
The only difference between them was that Konan pulled the threads in the politics capably to put through her will. Her real aim was to build up an America she could govern without power restriction, however, the target was still far away.
Shikamaru told him and didn't save important details. The Uchiha listened carefully and his face relaxed a little again. The fact that the FBI guy had penetrated into his district alone and without any support calmed him.
He had always known that one could not work together with this pack. Finally, everybody wanted for himself the biggest piece of cake. "And what did you do after he foiled you?"
A moment Sasuke's face stopped, then he broke out in loud laughter. This completely sounded after his small hangman. Sometimes he asked himself really whether Gaara really was only at high school and didn't make a short excursion in Orochimaru's sick brain.
"Well done, we speak closer about it when I come to the office this afternoon.", he just wanted to hang up when he heard the dumbfounded voice of his hangman.
A content smile cited his lips and he spoke: "Alright, this afternoon. Before I arrive I have one more appointment.", with that he laid the mobile phone on the culinary table and reached for the two cups with black coffee.
Quietly he walked up the stairs again and tried to open the bedroom door silently. Izumi still slept as firmly as he had left her. Sasuke put down the cups and walked to the long curtains. With a jerk he drew up them and heard groaning behind himself.
Tiredly the young woman buried her face even deeper in the cushions and pulled the covers over her head. The Uchiha had to grin and sat down on his side.
"Hey, get up or do you want to sleep away the whole day?"
Izumi gave some muttering before she winked a little under the cover. "Is there any special reason, why you try to lure me away from this warm bed?"
He played with a long strand of her hair and scrutinized her. His feelings had disappeared again behind a mask and Izumi asked herself where the passionate man from yesterday night had been. She could never estimate his mood quite well. Surprised of the fact that he smiled, she looked up closer.
"I thought about a splendid breakfast. Only the two of us."
He raised her chin with the right hand and kissed her. Surprised about this small tenderness she stared at him sleepy what amused him. "If you have no hunger on bread roll, I can offer you indeed also something different."
The redhead pulled up distrustfully her eyebrow and glided over his cheek with a hand. "How? Have you not used up possibly your whole powder yesterday?"
Injured in his male pride Sasuke pressed her back in the cushions and bent over her. "Are you challenging me?"
The young woman pulled him to her, saw the good mood in his eyes. She ignored her knocking heart and kissed him once more, however, this time around something longer than in the beginning.
Sasuke got involved in it and pushed his hands under the soft cover. If she didn't want breakfast, it was alright with him. To be honest, he also preferred her here. Her tender hands tugged on his T-shirt and he briefly freed himself from her to move his head, then she sat down quite upright. Her arms twined around his neck, while he pulled her by the waist towards him.
The morning had well begun and he was sure that every day with Izumi on his side would become more special.
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Cold sunrays came out behind the clouds and threw shades up at the same time. It was still not a lot of traffic in the city, however soon as the first shops would open, the big shopping mile would be filled. Some workers were on the move already, however, most were in such a hectic rush that they had only eyes for their own worries.
In the midst of the city, in a big fountain where in summer the small children went with their feet a man was sitting on the edge and his head was lowered. Three big goddesses of stone behind him who decorated the fountain didn't interest him.
His gaze was directed stiffly upon the ground. Around him black ravens were already gathering. In the beginning they were five, then they got more and more. It was as if somebody had called them to him. The young man gave an uncanny picture of himself, however, till present it seemed to have interested nobody.
The black cap on his head hid his hair and the collar of his jacket was surged up. Almost it seemed as if the new opened day meant nothing to him.
About 15 meters away from him a young blond woman waved to him. Ino was so level on the way to the work when she had recognized her colleague already from far away. Surprised to find him here she waved, however, he gave no reaction. Taken aback she approached him and scared away the whole ravens.
"Sometimes I ask myself really for what we have a town council!" she cursed quietly and stroked a long blond strand of hair out of her face.
Like every day she was well dressed and was ready to work undercover all the time. Though she knew that she did not have to move out any more, however, after all years she had got used to look perfect.
In a good mood she turned again to her seated colleague. "Say something Shino, shouldn't you go to the office already?"
He did not stir, so she laid a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, it makes no difference to you if you get bollocking of Ibiki? Kiba has gone through certainly the whole night alone.", her voice was outraged, however, actually, she only knew too well that one could not always make through whole nights.
It took up concentration and from one the ability to consider his action. Ino frowned and gave him a light prod.
"Hey you, Shino, I'm talking to you! If you maybe had the goodness to-!", the words got stuck in her mouth, because the body of her colleague fell disoriented aside and his head hit vaguely on the stone ground.
Numbly Ino looked down at him. Her whole body got cold and a feeling of sickness climbed up in her. Dead lifeless eyes looked at her; his face was distorted to a cruel grimace and accepted the sight of a maniac.
Blood spread on the ground and Ino turned to the well to avoid this sight, however, as she looked in the water she tore her eyes open. The pure liquid had mixed partly with blood. A big wound had to be on the body of her colleague.
Now the blood spread on the stones and also made no hold before her boots. Ino hit the hands in front of her mouth and suppressed an awful scream.
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Strong rain was beating on Los Angeles, the sky was menacingly dark. Somber shades fell to ground. In the deep puddles the high rises were reflected again. The wind was icy and it was howling through the streets as if he was trying to blow something away.
The streets were left, everyone had withdrawn of this late hour into his flat. Quiet, vague steps were to be heard; the gate of the town cemetery creaked and fell shortly after according to cracking in the castle.
A young woman in a dark red coat looked searching through the rows of the graves, finally, she found what she was looking for. In front of her was a fresh grave that was covered with flowers. She stopped. Izumi put down her hood and cold raindrops beat on her head, however, this didn't seem to disturb her, on the contrary, she did not perceive it yet. With sad eyes the redhead looked at the grave, in her right hand she held a lily. Moments long she did not stir; finally, she took a deep breath and turned away from the grave.
She would never forget the sight of her dead colleague. His dead, lifeless eyes had burnt themselves deeply in her memory. The deep cuts in his breast which were at last the cause of his death, they had reminded immediately of a book which she had read once. In Africa one punished bad or disloyal people in this manner.
Such knowledge made clear to her that the three hangmen weren't uneducated people and exactly this made them even more dangerous than they already were. Izumi couldn't imagine at all what pain Shino had gone through. if she remembered which pains Shino had to have had. Infinitely agonizing he had died.
Izumi remembered her friend, who had found Shino. Ino had tried to look calm, however, she knew the blonde well enough to know that it was really hard for her. Now nearly one week after his death and only now she had got the permission to visit his grave.
Ibiki had been the opinion that it would have endangered, otherwise, her job, if she would have come to the memorial service. From Ino's stories she knew that all colleagues had come from all over the world. Izumi only realized then how famous Shino had been among them. His brilliant mind with regard to data and virtual information had helped the guardians of the law from all parts of the world. Even Russia had sent his representatives.
After old tradition every colleague had bound a white loop to the coffin of the dead man, then the military shot in the air to symbolize therefore the resignation and the respect. Till present Izumi had still experienced none of these burials.
Even Kiba and Ino had to appear undercover, because they dealt with the case of their dead colleague. Many had put away tears and had felt crushed from an agonising silence. Every time when the FBI had to bury a colleague, it became conscious to the men and women every time anew, why they fought with their life for the law and what the profit or loss could mean for them.
The young redhead bent down and laid the lily on the grave. To smile she tried ones, because she knew that Shino would hold it for a weakness if she cried now. "I hope, it is okay that I have brought no tape."
Her wet hair stuck on her head and thick, heavy drops ran down her face. Izumi clenched the hand to a fist and bit er lip. Only with a lot of trouble she succeeded in suppressing the upcoming grief.
Over and over again she put to herself the question, was she guilty for his death?
Did she do something wrong?
Did he want to help her?
Questions over questions rushed through her head. She would never get an answer. Since the person who could give her some wasn't alive any more. Izumi rose and tied her arms round her upper part of the body. Silently she stared once more at the grave.
"You should stop to think about it," a quiet women's voice suddenly sounded beside her.
She turned round and recognized the chairperson of the CSI. Tsunade stepped to her and they stood in twos under a big, deep-blue umbrella. Izumi struck that she was dressed, as usual, accordingly to her rank.
The tan costume stood out under the open, long, deep brown coat and her hair was pulled together in a formal knot. Tsunade smiled compassionately, before she threw a look at the grave.
"A really tragic death."
Izumi did not answer, but stared at the older woman still in silence. What did she want here?
Tsunade noted that she didn't want to talk and sighed deeply.
"I have looked for you, Miss Sousei."
"Why?"
"To tell you that you perform excellent work."
Izumi's face remained unemotional and with a silent voice she answered: "My superior sees this a little different."
Tsunade had to smile and confessed: "Ibiki is allergic on compliments. He would rather chop off himself a leg, than to admit once that he is proud on a former pupil."
"Unless, one is already dead," complemented the redhead drily and turned the conversation therefore again on the dry level. The CSI-chief realized that she wouldn't be able to have some small talk with the young woman.
"Listen, Sousei, all the same what you think, but I think you should know that you make a good job and I really mean it; it is not usual that average agents keep up a job with such a level so long."
Tsunade became serious and looked over the grave away directly in the bordering dark wood.
"I have got to know during my term of office and cooperation with the FBI only six such people." Without paying attention to whether it interested Izumi, she talked further: "Two of them are already in the retirement age and enjoy their life in the middle of nowhere. Three of them are already dead. A young woman was violated to death in New York by Orochimaru."
Izumi swallowed hard.
"She was not 30 years old yet. One has shot two young men when they got in an ambush and wanted to save civilians."
"What is with the sixth?" Izumi stared at the woman continually and bit her lower lip. Tsunades smile became bitter and she confessed: "Nobody knows where he is. His colleagues think he is dead. But if you want to hear my personal opinion, his corpse on any trifling spot on God's earth rots and we find him in some decades."
Izumis heart cramped. She had never dealt with praised colleagues, because she had met none of them. She looked once more at the grave of her colleague and spoke: "Shino was one of them, definitely."
However, Tsunade shook her head. "No, he may have been an excellent agent, however, undercover he couldn't keep up with you. By the way, this is also one of the reasons, which is why I have searched you here."
The redhead solved her arms to put them in her coat pockets. Questioningly she looked at the chairperson. Tsunade opened her big handbag and pulled out a package. It was not especially big and at first cannot be also deciphered what could be the contents.
"Your colleague has something left for you. He was apparent also of my opinion what concerns your abilities, because your name was mentioned in the added letter."
With cold hands Izumi accepted the package and scrutinized it. It was not especially difficult what concluded by the fact that the contents could contain nothing like of lead. "Go home, drink a strong coffee and what you colleague has to tell you."
Lightly confused Izumi stared at her, however, Tsunade smiled only and start to walk. "Have a nice evening, Miss Sousei."
With these words she said goodbye and walked to the exit. Back remained a young woman who could not understand so surely what would happen in the near future.
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