Blue eyes stared up at the dark ceiling, a soft frown on his face. It had been three days since he was dragged to this damned place. It wasn't normally how they cared for 'criminals' but Jones knew none of them wanted to process them for Jones was like family to them all. Instead he had been stuck in a cell, a single one thankfully and it had given him much time to think. Though, thinking wasn't always the best. In the past three days his mind had been swarmed by memories of the past.

His friends the ones from his childhood. All the stupid things they did, all the crimes they committed, all the laws they broke, all the mistakes he made. Jones had committed many sins though there was a few he didn't regret, like the ones involving Flame. The old nickname made him smiled. Why did he refer to his old friend that way? There was no point, they were no longer part of that business, the one that forced them to hid their names, so why not use the boy's real name. It was so much more beautiful then his nickname anyways. Yes, the name that tingled on his lips, it made smile soften.

That name was none other then-

'Jones'

The blonde looked up from his spot on the cot, his blue eyes looking over the uniformed man standing before the barred door. Sighing he stood, not looking at him again. He didn't want to see the face of the man taking him to the room where he would be question. Due to the faint sigh the other let out it told him the other was happy for his favor. The pair walked from the holding area down further into the police station and after some time into a small windowless room. Sighing he gently pulled his elbow away from the other and walked to the metal chair taking a seat. He sat still for a moment before realizing that something was wrong.

'You didn't cuff my ankle to the chair.'
'Jones I don't have too. You're not dangerous!'
'.....You must treat me like any other criminal'

When the cop made no move Jones only sighed. With a soft frown he reached into his hair, pulling a small pin that was attached to his hair-tie. Lending against his knee he picked the key-lock to the cuffs on his ankles and cuffed himself to the chair. The man gasped at Jones actions but the blonde said nothing and lend on the table, his chin in his hand. His blue eyes gazed around the room, noting the lazy look to the cops pose.

'Your tired, go rest'
'But I have to watch you....'
'Why would I run?'

The man stared a moment before turning away with a soft mutter to himself, leaving the room. Jones sighed and let his eyes settle on the table, his mind rather blank. It was going to be a long night.


'This is insane!'

A soft groan escaped the blonde haired female, her dark blue eyes staring at the paper in her hands. They were instructions scribbled down on a rather worn piece of paper. The paper had been giving to her by the one who had phoned her a week ago. The caller was the last person she ever expected to show up.

- standing next to the swing set in the middle of the park the blonde girl lend on the cold metal, her eyes drooped in a lazy fashion. She had been standing here a while and so tired that she seemed ready to fall asleep. Though, she didn't get a chance when a soft chuckle filled the quiet air around her. Opening her eyes she stared at the man before her. The tall lean boy wore a soft smile on his tan face, blonde bangs ruffling in the soft night breeze, falling in his emerald eyes. Stepping forward he touched the girls face and his smile grew.

'Hey there Ino'
'W-Who are you?!'
'.....Call me J.J.'

He said nothing more but simply handed her an envelop. The blonde girl took it and stared at the boy, highly confused. She grabbed the envelope and stared at him with confused eyes but by the time she looked away he was already walking away, his hands in his tight tattered pants. Ino reached up and was going to call out but she knew he was too far away by now.

'....the hell?'-

Now she stood on the edge of the sidewalk, standing before the large building the letter sent her to. Biting her lip she re-read the instructions. This was much to ask of her but she had to face it. She wasn't sure why but she truly wanted to help this J.J. guy. Well not him himself but because in the letter he spoke of Deidara. Doing this would help Deidara. Though it still worried her. Shaking her head she gripped the paper bag in her hand and was about to walk into the building when she spotted a tall man.

His hair was rather messed up and looked un healthy, his dull colored eyes held a stone look as he walked. The thing that gave him away was the large scars on his face. That was the man in the letter. Gulping she walked up to the man, waving.

'E-Excuse me!'
'Hn? What do you want kid?'
'Uh H-here! I was told to give this to you. It's from Him.'

The man stared at the girl with a raised brow for a moment. So He was sending children now? Neh well at least it was easier to not be under suspicious. With a slight nod he grabbed the bag from her hand and put it in the pocket of his large trench coat.

'Ya can go now kid'
'O-ok sir.....bie!'

Ino turned and ran from the area, not stopping till she found an open alleyway and ducked inside. Panting slightly her fists gripped a bit of her jeans, her eyes tightly closed. Just what kinda guy was that? he scared the hell out of her and that was simply by looking at his sharp green eyes, not to mention all the scars on his face and the tied back mangy hair didn't help the guys image. Shuddering at the image she clenched her fists and walked as far from the building as she could. No way did she want to be part of this plan, whatever it was. All she wanted as to go home and forget this ever happened, cutting her ties with any of this crap.

Walking into the large building the man couldn't help but smirk. He didn't care if a damn dog and delivered the bag to him, at least he had it. What made him even more pleased was the fact that the bag was heavy. That meant there was lots of greens in there. With a chuckle he placed the paper bag in the deep pockets of his jacket as he walked through the door further into the building. As he got further in he walked through a doorway armed with a metal detector. He was barely though before there was a red flashing and the siren went off. The man blinked then looked down at his wrist and groaned.

'Sorry, I left my watch on'
'That's fine sir but we still need to check you'
'......ugh fine'

He rolled his eyes and lifted his arms, clearly displeased with the situation. The worker, one much younger and smaller gave a faint smile before patting the man down. Everything seemed clear, that is till he reached the man's pocket. Raising a brow he patted the pocket, causing the tan man to stiffen.

-oh fuck-
'sir?'
'....Its...money'

He sighed as he admitted to the truth, a frown on his face. He was very displeased at the moment. The man searching him gave a slight nod before taking the bag from the hands of the man lifting it slightly. It was rather heavy to be a bag of money. Curious he opened the bag and peeked inside, letting a gasp.

'S-Sir!'
'Hm? What is it kid?'
'You should have a look......'
'......a gun?!'
'The hell?! I don't have a gun!'

The tall man looked at the one who had searched him and saw the he did in fact have a gun, one that came the bag. His eyes went wide at the sight, clearly in shock. Though it quickly turned to anger as he was grabbed, cuffs slapped on his wrists.

that little girl set me up!...I'll get that bitch

'Alright then....room 24... oh yeah, that cute redhead!'

A soft hum escaped the nurse as she walked down the hall, her heels making a soft click as she walked. Her hands gripped the clip-board, her dark eyes scanning the paper. He didn't need and medicine according to the report, though he did need vitamins, apparently he was rather under weight and lacking nutrition's in his body. With a slight nod she walked to the door and entered the room.

'Alright then....Sasori is it? Its time for your vitamins.....Oh my god!!! DOCTOR!'

It wasn't long before the nurse heared footsteps behind her and an arm on her shoulder. Not even looking to see who came she pointed to the bed, the empty bed. There was no redhead, in fact the sheets looked like they had been tossed off and the small vial of vitamins from the night before had been spilled onto the floor. The only clue to where he went was the wide open window.

'He's gone!'

'Mhh, J.J......'

the words were softly muttered, the pale form laying on the bed of a dim room, the shades drawn closed giving the room barely any light. The worn boys hand gripped the sheets of the bed with a slight groan before his eyes slowly opened. Blinking a rather confused look dawned on the face of the Uchiha boy. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was. Last thing he remembered was laying in his room. He had cut himself. He remembered the blood gushing from the cuts before he passed out. But where the hell was he now? He sat up and blinked, staring at the bandages and the tube going into his arm. He was attached to an IV but clearly in a house. The hell? Where ever he was, this person saved his life. Bastard. Before he had more time to think of curses a cough was heard causing him to look up, his eyes widening. That cop, Van.

'Your up. Lets talk'
'.........'

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