Life Of A Secret Agent

Chapter Nine

"And that was our discussion with the star, Timothy Green of UCLA Bluebirds, winners of this afternoon's game. Kin, what do you think of their scoreline tonight?"

"I have got to say Uzumaki! You were right...the Kingfishers were soundly beaten tonight..."

Why was he listening to this again? Right, for work. He was trying to gauge their advertising earnings and get an idea of the WGB market worth. Of course there were other ways of getting those numbers than actually listening to a cast...

He had used today, with the proposals done and the revised copy of the WGB plan sent to Itachi and offhandedly approved, to actually look into Uzumaki. From his education to what he currently offered at WGB and to Sasuke nothing added up.

Background and childhood Sasuke already knew from when he had had Naruto checked when he moved in. He did it to all his new neighbours and had done it to the residents before he himself moved here. The precaution was not unnecessary. So he knew already about the adoption, the fact Naruto had two fathers after his dad had been civil-married to a guy he met teaching. Knew about the childhood and teen disciplinary issues... what he hadn't known about were the excellent SAT and ACT scores and the moving he had done in his teens and early adulthood. He had gotten into Wharton! For some reason he had left Pennsylvania during his second year though and moved to Boston, then Rhode Island before settling and continuing his degrees.

Speaking of which all were true and verified; Psychology Bachelor's with Honors. MBA with Distinction. Why the fuck was Naruto a sports caster? He had held scores that could have gotten him into Yale with a breath to inquire, Harvard if he had pushed himself a bit harder. Wharton and Brown were nothing to sneeze at either...

Yet he was happy to be a desk jockey when he wasn't being recorded talking to people at long boring sports games or doing his boss' Tim Burton's work as apparently he seemed to have taken that upon himself as well. A few casual inquiries and less subtle demands had uncovered the truth of WGB. Naruto had that station by the gonads. Apart from the fact he was the main reason they were the most popular right now, he was Burton's Shadow King. The Board of Directors and the owner had all wanted him as Vice President to the station but he had declined! For some reason they still loved him though and half the crew worshipped him, if Sasuke's intel into one intern's very private dismissal from the station was true.

Sasuke looked into that matter and she really had apparently tried to drug Uzumaki at an after-work function, which, wow. None of his stalkers had ever gone that far!

"...wraps up until coverage of the weekly round-up tomorrow afternoon! Back to you in the tower Cho." Uzumaki's segment was done and Sasuke unconsciously switched back to his running music without pause, brain still furiously churning over information.

So if Naruto was the mastermind over there, Sasuke had to get into his proposal for WGB was fair, balanced, perfect even - but how to prevent Uzumaki taking advantage when he realized how badly the Uchiha wanted in on WGB's stardom to further their own? The partnership could be more than mutually benefitial...

Sasuke finished up his exercise regiment and returned home, showered, ate a light dinner and channel surfed for an hour before looking out the front door. The Mustang still missing, Uzumaki wasn't home. He could have gone out to a club again tonight - after all it was Friday, but usually his loud friend in the orange F150 drove him around when they went partying. Sasuke remembered at first, after he moved in, when he saw that truck almost every night how he had assumed Naruto was probably bi if not gay...but his friend never stayed the night and there were no other guys.

Sasuke actually had a weekend he could look forward to, without work to go over, only prep for next week actually and here he was, worried about Uzumaki. Sasuke tried to justify to himself that Naruto was most likely partying somewhere after the game or...or fucking some college chick who would drool over nailing a radio celebrity idol. Sasuke pulled out his cell in the darkened gloom of his living room, without the tv glare and stared at the phone.

So what if he called and interrupted something? Pfft, nothing new. He had done that already. If Naruto was a gentleman he'd just ignore the call and let his messages get it. So he just needed Uzumaki to answer so he'd know he was fine. A teenaged girl had tried to rape him already, it could happen again... a peek at the time revealed it was quarter to eleven, not too late to call if he decided to beg out it was about the proposal...

Sasuke dialed and listened to the rings, counting them off. He felt tensed and stood to pace before flopping back down suddenly. What was he doing? Shit. The phone rang off the same moment Sasuke decided to hang up and he puffed out a breath of relief, tension uncoiling. No seriously, he was a grown ass man. Naruto could take care of himself. It wasn't like it was Sasuke's job to wonder where he was at eleven o clock on a Friday night anyway!

Sasuke gave himself the night off and did his abolutions before turning in. It was a long while before sleep claimed him however.

A/N: I just want to say thanks to my regular readers! I know you're out there now! I hope you guys are still enjoying. Sorry I'm still a day late on my promised Thursday BUT! (And this is the good part!) I've been writing so hard you can get something Sunday for sure!

PS: I have a beta now! From next chapter hopefully guys XD