Life Of A Secret Agent

Chapter Six

The pounding music and epileptic fit inducing strobe lights were exactly what he needed, Naruto decided as he jumped and shouted in the pulsing, moving mass of human bodies shifting him like the tides of the sea.

He couldn't think here, could only feel. He was only two drinks in and he felt awesome.

"KIBA YOU ARE A DOG! LIKE ANUBIS!" His brunette friend was shaking his head at him, cupping a hand around his ear. Naruto laughed loudly and grinned back giving him a thumbs up. Three feet away and couldn't hear a thing. Awesome.

Jesus he was hot! He had found this redhead chick about a half hour earlier who didn't seem to want to let him go so he had been dancing with her since but her long hair was heating his chest from her being pressed, practically spooned to him in this mosh of people. Her bad if she minded sweat - but he needed a drink.

"BE, RIGHT, BACK." He shouted clearly, squeezing his hand around her arm until she turned her head to look up dazedly back at him. Oh...crap. His skin chilled over suddenly under the sweat dampened silk shirt as he realized she was drugged.

It was probably the one thing he hated about the club scene in L.A, the druggers. They roofied people who were careless, hell those who weren't. He had gotten "stung" once while dancing at a club and had immediately begged off for home to deal with what he assumed was an attempted drugging - which it did turn out to be.

In scenes like this it was easy to have those things happen... and here he was stuck with a chick who probably could hardly move that just his luck had gravitated to him...and now he was in charge of her safety.

He was by default - he could almost guarantee if he left her here, her drugger would come to claim his prize and if there was one thing Naruto couldn't do...it was that.

"COME!" He shouted again, pulling her gently through the crowd with him, cringing when she almost stumbled and finally made it with him to the edge of the dance floor only to slur out a mumbled "Wha?"

"WATER MAN! Like...THREE GLASSES!" Naruto shouted it at the bartender, pushing aside the persons who were there previously, ignoring their complaints. He could make himself prominent when he wanted to...and this was one time it worked for him as the three plastic cups of ice water came quickly. He put one into the girl's hand and told her to drink firmly, gripping the other two by the rim and holding onto her free hand as he tried to maneuver them to a less crowded area.

"Hey...you." She seemed to realized who she was with for a moment as her brown eyes sparkled up at him before she faded out again.

"Keep drinking!" He was trying to figure out who had changed around them while they were dancing while examining the exposed skin of her body for marks. If they had punctured or scratched her somewhere visible maybe he could correlate it to the people around them...plus the drugger would have had to stay close to know when he could proceed to extract her from him...

His phone pulsed in his pocket and Naruto ignored it, still looking over the helpless girl. He finally found a red, inflamed scrap along her forearm that looked like a needle had made it. But for the life of him, despite trying he could not think of who at that angle would have been the one...

"Yur...sh'king." The unnamed redhead murmured before she stumbled to the side and holding onto his arm, vomited her stomach full of water and alcohol back out. Naruto grimaced but held onto her, holding her hair back. Well - fuck. All this drama was definitely working for keeping his mind off Sasuke. But then that thought...made him remember he was trying to avoid thinking about Sasuke. With a groan, Naruto pulled his once again vibrating phone out of his pocket to squint at the brightly-lit number in the semi-dark. The ringer had stopped and the screen faded dark but he didn't recognise it.

"Grrl-freay?" Naruto caught his wobbly charge and set her upright against the wall, hoping someone from the club would help with the wet floor issue. He pushed his phone back into his pocket and vowed to check it later.

"No, not a girlfriend." He assumed that was what she had asked. It was the closest thing he could think to her slurred sounds.

"Sssoooo...nmmumbbb." And she swayed forward back into him.

"Whoa, whooa." Catching her by the upper arms, Naruto found himself with a mewling mass of female trying to wrap herself around him and ugh, no, vomit breath. "Hey, baby..."

"Gud. Yur...nice and gud." The blonde let out an undignified yelp as he was summarily groped and fondled by the girl turned drugged octopus.

"Ah! Yeah - no! Not the...Nnngh!" Hey! Who the hell was the victim here! "You're...kinda squeezing my dick, there." Naruto hissed out through his teeth, trying to release her unmeant death grip on his junk - which thankfully fled as she had to let go of him to turn and retch again.

Naruto ended up spending his night caring for her, once he got his friend's attention - with help. By the time they left the club the girl was semi-lucid and with a sickly smile, Taluya or Tayuya, he didn't quite catch her name - was in a cab on her way home after having promised to call Kiba and let him know she was safe. The entire ride home Kiba was shouting at him - half deaf from the music, about how he was a hero and a knight in silky armor.

Naruto laughed along, rolling his eyes, mostly disappointed the night had gone the way it had. He probably could scratch that club off the list of the ones he visited now and it seemed more and more this drugger culture was sneaking into LA. He didn't remember to check his phone until after he had gotten home and showered and by then it was 3 am - almost early for a club night, and he wouldn't call back the mystery number.

Later in the morning when he tried before he left for work, it just rang and rang.

A/N: Hiiiii! *thumbs up* We're on track!