Stockholm Syndrome

A/N: I'm so sorry for the slow update! My computer broke down on me a few days and I was finally able to get my hands on a computer! So be greatful my spoilded little readers! Thank you for everyone who commented. It makes me feel good. :) Please enjoy AND sorry once again for a filler chapter.

Sakura's POV

I move the trash around a little. There must be years and years of trash here. There is no way I can find what I'm looking for here. It's not possible. I sigh and move back, inspecting the mountains of garbage. I take a heasitant breath through my mouth trying to get the knarlly smell of the decaying food and soiled milk from my body. It doesn't work out at all, believe it or not.

Awe man! It would be perfect if I could find what I'm looking for! It would be perfect! All the evidence that I need. The problem is, I should have been up sooner so I could find all this crap. I hope I can get everything I need in time. I don't have my phone and I don't know how reliable the clock stapled to the supermarket to my left is.

I kick some garbage out of my way out of pure frustration. Nothing was meant to come of it but my dad must be up there somewhere. He must want me to get the evidence to save Itachi, because a small blue, white and gray bottle flys a little ways away, the sound of pills rattles inside the small contaner. A huge grin stretches across my face. I pull out some tweesers and pick up the small bottle of headache medicine. I look at the printed receet on the side of the bottle and feel a wave a excitement. It was the bottle from the night. It has the Uchiha payment crest. When Itachi bought it, he used his father's company money.

I grab out a baggie and slip the bottle in, then put it into my backpack. I look around a little more, moving things around looking for more clues. Finally, I spot blood on the ground and when I move a destroyed tv. I see what I really need. Of course, I was scared out of my mind. So when I see it, I scream bloody murder.

Exactly.

Sasuke's POV

Everyone's cameras were going off rapid fire. The flashing was sure to blind my entire family. Finally we are able to move inside the court house. My mom in her nicest dress, her hair up in a ponytail. My father was in his official 'take no prisoners' suit. While Itachi and I have on nice button up shirts; Itachi's is black and mine is navy blue, and nice black pants.

Father escorts mother in and Itachi and I walk side and side. Tsunade is in there waiting for us. She is in a nice blue dress. She quickly pulls my parents aside and starts whispering softly to them.

I grab Itachi's hand, he looks down at me, his eyes so dark and sad.

"They wont take you." I promise. Itachi only stares at me. "Itachi, you need me. I need you. You'll stay. No one would dare tare us apart again." I continue to say over and over again, more trying to convince myself then him.

Itachi is silent for a moment before he raises his hand, the one I'm not holding, and with his pointer finger and middle finger, he pokes me in the forehead. I jump, confused. Why did he do that? Was I talking too much? Then I remember, this is the first time he's done that sense that day!

Itachi's hand drops and he leans foreward, his lips on my forehead. He stays still for a moment before pulling away. His eyes dark, and extrememly sad. He opens his mouth and I'm sure he's about to speak, but someone suddenly breaks the little barrier that sperated my brother and I from everyone else. Someone speaks.

"The judge is ready for everyone, come on in." The bailiff says. Without looking back to see if we were following, he walks back into the court room. Itachi squeeses my hand and drags me along. My legs feel like rubber. My mind wonders to my pink haired friend, I wonder when she will wake up and be fully consious. She woke a few time during the week. All she would do was mumble something that made no sense. One thing she said that I find myself thinking about a lot.

"Should have known better then... then to do that... you should have never gone... to the conviniant store..."

I'm sitting next to Itachi when I break awake from my musings. The bailiff hands a file to the judge before turning to the court full of worried Uchiha members, buisness men, poperazzi and local news reporters. "The case of 74-12 the Uchiha's verses the Kimbo's Mental Care for side custoty of Itachi Uchiha for a breif time is now in secession."

Sakura's POV

I slap the counter. "Thanks James! Now, where is the Uchiha's case being held?" James looks up from the phonebook.

"Up the street at what's it called? Uh, Julian Neeco's court, I think." He chews his bottom lip. "You want me to drive you up there?" I contemplate that for a moment, considering. It's a good thing it's at Mrs. Neeco's court, she's an old friend of my dad's. She'll listen. With that made up, I then deside the run up there can give me enough time to digest this and get the story straight in my mind.

"No, I should run. It gives me time to calm down and get the story straight. Hey, can I grab another bottle of water? I'll pay you back." I ask reaching for another bottle. James nods.

"Yes, yes, go! I think the case is in seceion. Go!" James points to the door.

I nod and run out, calling back a thank you before raceing down the street. I only made it through the first few bullet points before I get to the courthouse. The only reason this has to be done now, is it is a matter of life and death. I have reason to beleive that if Itachi goes back to the Istitute, he'll die.

No litteraly. Someone will kill him. And I know who.

I smile at the guard. "Thank you. You won't regret this." he nods opening the door.

"Yeah yeah, well if we get in trouble, you're taking the blame." he says. I laugh half heartedly.

"If anything, tell them, I hit you." I rush into the room.

"As a final note," Mr. Kimbo was saying. "Itachi returning to his home was a test trial all along. His parent were made aware of this when we sent him home. Itachi is not fully ready to be back in the whole home inviroment."

"Bull!" I yell, running down the lane toward the front. Everyone was turning to look, people were turning and gasping. Itachi and Sasuke both jump up. I throw my arms around them both.

"You're alive!" Sasuke breath, "You're okay! Oh we were so worried that you were dead. Thank you, god. Sakura, are you okay?" I nod.

"Yes, yes, Sasuke, I'm okay." I pull away and look to the eldest of the two brothers. His eyes were large and relieved. "Itachi, I did it. I think I found out exactly what happened that night. I can save you." I breath.

Itachi freezes, then nods stonely. I look at the judge who was hollering for order in the court room.

"Ms. Haruno," Judge Julian Neeco finally says in a soft voice. Waving off her bailiff when he asked if I should be removed. "Sweetheart, maybe you should lie down. You are looking extrememly pale. Maybe-"

I cut her off abruptly. "No ma'am. You cannot allow Itachi to go with Mr. Kimbo." I stare her right in the eye. Her crimson eyes stare back. Finally she sighs.

"And why is that, Ms. Haruno?"

"Because," I take a deep breath, "I have reasons to beleieve that if Itachi goes back to the Institution, Mr. Kimbo will kill him."

A/N: Okay, so the whole case will be in the next chapter. So like I said, my computer is broken and I don't know when it will be fixed. Please be patient and make me a happy author by reading and commenting. Have a good day.