The SEAL'S Kiss

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Chapter 19

Alright, he'd done it. Fugaku had managed to send out an APB nation-wide for Danzo, under suspicion of treason, to be apprehended and brought in for questioning. That should at least be enough to curtail any travel plans he had for a while. It was far from a permanent solution, but they needed to buy time while they tried to find the evidence to nail him with. Or to prove him innocent, though the director seriously doubted it was the latter.

Which was why he had pulled out all of the stops. He was not naive, he knew that no man was an island, and his own time in the SEALs had taught him that teamwork was crucial. And therefore, he had recruited his own team, to help in dealing with easily the most frustrating case he had ever seen.

They needed answers, and they had none. Which is why he went in two directions, spreading out the work between parties who would all have something to contribute, using the largest boardroom of the NCIS headquarters to conduct their investigations in.

So, in pulling out all of the stops, he had reached into the FBI, and recruited the genius hacker, Shikamaru Nara, along with pulling his father from his retirement and into arguably the most fun the man had had in a decade, though Fugaku knew better than to say that observation out loud. Both father and son enjoyed a challenge, and Danzo certainly presented them with that.

The other…most last resort measure…was using his wife to call in his father-in-law's brother. Madara Uchiha. The man who seemed to know whatever you wanted to know, as long as it was about something political, military, or straight up dangerous. If there was a plot afoot, the ancient retired general always knew far more than he should…

"This will be fun." Madara smirks at the thought. "I've got an old score to settle with Danzo anyway." He rolls his eyes. "The prick has never let our prom go." To which Izuna groans. "He actually accused me of stealing his girlfriend, but the man wasn't even dating her! He's hated me ever since!"

Izuna had never understood quite how his older brother could be so persistent in holding a grudge. Regardless, the former senator had put his daughter's life, as well as those of his grandsons in danger. And that could not be allowed to stand. "Madara, stay focused. There is a man on the loose with an army of assassins. This is no time to be focusing on how he accused you of stealing a girl from him. He tried to have our family killed!"

Madara huffs. Izuna always tried to spoil his fun. "Which is just all the more reason why I'm going to kill that damn son of a bitch." He smirks at that thought. "No one messes with our family and lives to tell the tale, especially not an old codger like that!"

Fugaku sweatdrops at the sight of his father-in-law arguing with the ancient general. "We are trying to bring the man in for trial. This is no longer the days of the Cold War." Or either world war…though Madara did not seem to realize that.

"He tried to take out Hiashi and our family!" Madara shakes his head. "That is an open declaration of war and he shall be treated as the treacherous scum that he is!" He smiles at him. "Though if you want to waste everyone's time with a trial, I shall humor you."

"It is the legal way to do things." No matter how much Fugaku sympathized and secretly supported Madara's position regarding just putting a bullet in Danzo. He was a federal agent, he had laws to enforce. He could hardly do that if he was seen so blatantly breaking them, himself.

Madara nods at that. "I'm familiar with the law." And more often than not, it was more of a hindrance than a help in his mind.

Fugaku shakes his head exasperatedly. "In any case, we must first find the evidence needed to convict him. What to do about his punishment, should he prove guilty, will be decided later." After all, if it proved that Danzo wasn't the one who ordered the hits, then Fugaku wanted to find the sleezebag who nearly cost his son his life, and then make him suffer.

"What can you tell us about where he would have gotten untraceable weapons, and how someone like Danzo would get them smuggled into the country." Madara knew more on the subject than even he did, so if there was a possibility that a way might slip by, Madara would catch it.

"Knowing Danzo, he'd take advantage of the Drug War currently being waged across our border with Mexico." Madara considers the question. "He'd probably be able to smuggle untraceable weapons with ease through that method."

"Then they might be sourced from Europe via South America." It seemed a logical route to Fugaku. And European weapons tended to be of a very high quality, perfect for outfitting assassins, while keeping the costs low by obtaining them from past their southern border. "It would give him plenty of places to cover his tracks." But also plenty of places to leave behind evidence that needed to be covered.

Madara nods his head as he considers that. "Danzo does have a certain fondness for European...well everything." Especially their women, but the elderly Uchiha couldn't blame him there.

"Well, at least that's a good place to start." Fugaku presses a red button on the wall, then a series of of numbers on a keypad, which connects him to the forensics lab downstairs, and the two technological geniuses that were hard at work down there. "Shikamaru, any progress on tracking down locations associated with Danzo that could house the facilities needed for him to train a small army of assassins?"

There's a long pause. "A few, but I'm still looking." A yawn breaks his train of thought for a moment. "Once I've got the list, I'll narrow it down, some."

"Good." It was the first bit of good news he'd had all day. All week, really. "Put your father on, will you?"

Another yawn. "What a drag…" There's a shuffling, and the sound of footsteps on the other end, along with a sigh. "Hey old man! The other old man is looking for you!"

There's another sigh, deeper, a bit gruffer, and then there's a loud clearing of the throat as Shikaku Nara approaches the other end of the line. "Got something else to add to our pile, Fugaku?"

"Yes," But Fugaku was more than confident that the ex-CIA agent could handle it. The man handled working alongside Mikoto for long enough. "We've theorized that the shipments of weapons came from Europe, via South America, and and north, across the border with Mexico." If they knew just where on the border that sort of shipment slipped through, they might just find Danzo's possible escape route. "If Danzo has been looking through a hole in the border from this side, then someone else is looking from the other side. We find them, we find our evidence." If there was any to be found.

This time, there's not a yawn to be heard. "Give me an hour to check the hot spots, and I'll have a list of names for you of coyotes who could lead you where you want to go."

An hour to check the entire border. Shikaku was as efficient as ever. "Good. We'll keep looking into the paper trail here." Which was practically non-existent. But Fugaku had dealt with worse before. "We need to have him before he can sneak out the way that his weapons came in."

"Understood." The drawl becomes a yawn, and the connection turns off in a hurry. Clearly, their geniuses needed time to work without being bothered with new requests every half hour.

Currently, Hinata was in her happy place. That meant she was snuggled up in Sasuke's arms. At the moment, thoughts of attempted assassinations couldn't be further from her mind. There was only this. Only them. And that was the way she preferred things.

Sasuke smiles as he plays with Hinata's hair. "Are you satisfied NOW? Or do I need to ravish you again?" The thought made him smirk. "I'm sure that there's a piece of the floor or wall somewhere that we still haven't had sex on." His bedroom had been very throughly used during their time together.

"I'm always, very satisfied." She giggles and smiles as she borrows against his chest further. "Though I wouldn't say no to more." The bluenette blushes.

That's when Madara walks in and he smirks. "The boy is definitely an Uchiha. I would have knocked, but the door was open." He shrugs, a bit relieved that the blankets were still covering them. Uchihas were a rather territorial lot, as he knew first hand. Sasuke probably wouldn't take kindly to him getting an eyeful.

Sasuke didn't take kindly to Madara even seeing Hinata covered by blankets, narrowing his eyes at his great-uncle. "What do you want?" He pulls Hinata close to him, hiding most of her frame within the cage of his arms. "If you're here to be a perverted voyeur, you should know that I have eight knives and my side-arm all within reach right now."

He chuckles at that. That was his great nephew! "I taught you so well." Madara smiles at that thought. "No, I am not here to spy on you and your lady, but to brief you on the current situation. Of course, I wouldn't blame you if you preferred to spend the day engaged in other pursuits."

What little remained of Sasuke's cuddly afterglow fades upon hearing his uncle's reason for interrupting. "…I'll be down in the kitchen in two minutes."

"So will I." Hinata blushes from her position. She might be embarrassed at being caught, but that didn't mean she was going to let her lover out of her sight. "Two minutes!" Madara chuckles at that and nods, leaving them to their privacy.

Sasuke sighs, shaking his head as the door closes. "Hinata, there's no need for you to face Madara with me." The man may be family, but Sasuke was sure that the ancient soldier was more than a little crazy by now. And he really didn't want to risk something stupid happening to Hinata. "You go on and take a shower. I'll join you when I'm done with Madara." He kisses her softly, before standing and reaching for his clothes.

She returns the kiss, but frowns as he starts dressing. "Shouldn't I go with you?" They were in this together after all.

He looks back at her sourly. "After he nearly saw you naked, I don't want you anywhere NEAR him." Hinata was HIS, and his great-uncle had to learn that walking into someone's bedroom was NOT okay. "Besides, it only takes one person to listen to that old man and his war stories. I'll just bring you the cliff-notes version. You can thank me later."

Hinata laughs softly at that. "You can't possibly be jealous of Madara." The man was old enough to be her grandfather. "He didn't actually see anything, but alright."

It was the principle of the thing, but Sasuke wouldn't argue when he got a yes out of her. "I shouldn't be too long, but I promise that I'll make it up to you when I get back." He leans over to smack her ass before heading for the door.

"I'm sure you will." She yips in surprise at the smack and quickly darts off towards the shower.

When Sasuke makes it downstairs, he finds his great-uncle waiting in the kitchen for him. "Alright, now what is it that couldn't wait until dinner to say?" The fact that Madara sought him out like that spoke volumes. There was something big going on.

The old general tries his best not to smirk at Sasuke, but it was difficult. "Well, I'll just give you the main points. We suspect that Danzo is running an underground operation, smuggling weapons into the country to equip his small army of specially trained assassins. Currently, Shikaku and Shikamaru Nara are working to track down possible locations for his base of operations, and to find the hole through which the weapons were smuggled."

Sasuke blinks, not having expected so much all at once. "Father must have called in some favors with the CIA and FBI, then." That's the only way he could think of for getting the Nara geniuses on the case. "Alright, so leads are being tracked in both directions. There's a theory, and there's progress, right?" Somehow, he just got the feeling that there was something more. "What else?"

"Right now, that's all we have." He pauses and then adds. "Other than your father accusing him of treason, so he can't leave the country. Well, at least not without great difficulty."

Dark eyes narrow. "…So we don't know where he is." Damn it! "Hinata isn't safe with him still breathing." And Sasuke's trigger finger was starting to get itchy.

"Not at the moment, but we have narrowed it down." Madara places his hand on Sasuke's shoulder. "Your father is rather insistent that we catch him and put the son of a bitch on trial. I prefer the bullet in the eye root myself."

The SEAL twitches, biting back a remark on just how much Danzo didn't deserve a trial for this. He knew it was Danzo, it just…it couldn't be anyone else. "Hn. If you feel like putting a bullet in his eye, they'd probably let you off and just call you senile."

"That's a good point." Madara smirks at the thought.

"Of course it is, I'm full of them." Sasuke rolls his eyes once, before they focus in on the window, watching the outside with anger and suspicion. "I hate sitting around doing nothing. I feel…useless." And though spending his time in bed with Hinata was fun, he just wanted to relieve this pounding ache inside him, the one that came from sitting idle for too long.

He smiles at him. "Well we could go cretin hunting together." It would be fun. "Some great uncle-great nephew bonding time. The bastard won't know what hit him."

Sasuke scoffs at the notion. "This isn't some stray moose or bear, you know." And of course, there was the complication of his father. "Besides, can an old man like you even shoot anymore?"

"I can out-shoot you blindfolded!" How dare Sasuke accuse him of being infirm with old age! "Kids these days. No respect for their elders!"

"Maybe at close range." Sasuke crosses his arms, staring at the old man. "Don't underestimate me just because you think I'm a 'kid'. I'm a trained sniper. I can take out any sufficiently exposed target within almost one and a half miles."

"Well don't underestimate me because of my age!" Honestly, Sasuke should know better. "Though I'll forgive you this time. It obvious that your charming friend simply must have 'screwed your brains out', as the kids say these days." He rolls his eyes. "Though I meant what I said. A bullet to the eye would be best."

The screwing brains out comment aside, which Sasuke would make sure to get the man back for later, he still eyes Madara with some caution. "…You're joking." There's no way that even Madara could make that shot from a safe enough distance not to get caught. "And what's to stop them from nailing you for obstruction of justice, or murder, if you were seen putting a bullet in his brain? Guilty or not. You're not a-" …A sniper… Madara wasn't. But Sasuke was.

"They can only nail me, if they catch me." Madara smiles at him. "Which they won't." He wasn't an amateur.

"Right, well, you do that." His great-uncle was openly plotting murder in front of him. That was interesting. "Good luck with your 'hunting trip'." Even if that approach was completely suicidal. At least, if the past few incidents were anything to judge by. "He'll probably have at least four to six bodyguards."

"Sasuke, I'm disappointed in you." Madara shakes his head merrily. "Zero is still zero no matter what you multiply it by." His guards were absolutely meaningless to the elderly Uchiha.

"More bodies, more bullets." Sasuke preferred to get straight to the point. "Make sure to pack extra." He shakes his head, turning back towards the stairs. "And you should get some practice in, you're probably a bit rusty."

"Well if you're that concerned, you can always go with me." It was rather amusing to tease the boy like this.

Sasuke shakes his head. "And get nailed for murder? I don't think so." He only ever took his team with him anyway. But not this time. "Plus, I don't shoot at your range." No, this was something that he could only do alone.

"I suppose that is very practical of you and besides, why go after Danzo when you can snuggle up to your princess?" Madara chuckles darkly. "Very well. I'll find that bastard. He messed with the wrong family."

"Alright, I suppose that it'll be something for you to do with your time. You know, since I don't see YOU snuggling up with any princesses." Sasuke glances over his shoulder, face full of dark humor. "But tease me again and…well, you saw what happened when Itachi pissed me off."

Madara wisely decides to stand down and immediately mounts a tactical retreat. It would probably take him the rest of his life to restore his mane if Sasuke cut it.

Oddly satisfied with how well the threat of a haircut seemed to work on his family, Sasuke makes the return to his own room, a million thoughts swirling around in his head, and very few of them good. Though…speaking of his big brother. "Itachi." It seemed that the senator had finally decided to come up for air. Which meant that he'd probably fucked Neji into unconsciousness. "Sorry if Uncle Madara's fleeing woke you up from sleeping with YOUR princess."

"Childish, Sasuke." Itachi rolls his eyes at that. "Truly. Should I presume that Madara has gone on some sort of foolish, borderline suicidal mission?"

"Not yet." Sasuke smirks. "For now, he's just fleeing my wrath. But I guess now I know for sure which side of the family you get your obsession with your looks from."

He pokes his forehead. "You're just as vain as any of us." His foolish little brother just liked to pretend otherwise. "Only, not as much about your hair."

"I get it from Father." Sasuke bats Itachi's hand away. "It seems to be the men on Mom's side of the family who act like girls about it." Though, to be fair, his own spikes were starting to become extremely prominent, almost starting to droop under the weight. Hm…annoying. "Anyway, what diabolical plot managed to get you away from Neji? Or was it really just Madara fleeing in terror of me?"

"You protest too much." Itachi barely refrains from rolling his eyes again. "And it was just Madara fleeing."

"Oh, that's a shame." Sasuke shrugs. "Then I guess I'll look forward to your diabolical plot later, then." Ribbing Itachi was still fun. "So, I take it that since you able to walk around that you really aren't on the bottom?"

His little brother was itching for another forehead poke, it seemed. "You seem particularly interested in my sex life for some reason, but as you're so curious as I told you before...variety is important in such matters." And in most matters, really.

Which meant that his brother was admitting to bottoming. Sasuke smirks. "I see that. Well, I'll let you get back to your princess. Maybe if he kisses you enough, you really will turn into a prince." Sasuke laughs as he darts inside his room across the hall, locking the door behind him.

"This...means war!" He would resume all hostilities as soon as Danzo was caught and teach that brat a lesson!

As promised, with his uncle and his brother dealt with, Sasuke loses his clothes on the way to his en-suite bathroom, opening the door to be greeted by a wall of steam. "I'm back."

"Good." She peeks her head through the curtain. "I do hate showering alone."

"So do I." He pulls back the curtain, revealing his deliciously naked lover under the warm spray as he steps into the large shower behind her. "So I take it that you missed me?" He runs his fingers along the soft skin of her hips and thighs, feeling every curve, large and small.

Hinata smiles as she leans against him. "I always miss you." Yes, this was much better than showering alone.

"You always miss me?" Sasuke hums in amusement. "That's funny. And here I thought that we spent the entire last week in my bed together. How can you always miss me?"

She rolls her eyes at that. "You know what I meant." Hinata sighs as she kisses his cheek. "You can be an ass sometimes. You're lucky that yours is such a nice one."

"Why, thank you." He takes her by the hand and twirls her around, pressing her against the wall as the spray hits him full force, flattening the spiky locks in an instant. "But I do rather like the sight of yours pressed up against the wall. It gives me such a lovely view of your breasts." He leans down to press a kiss to each nipple, sucking each one until they glow red.

"I know you do and you're still such a tease." She moans softly at the erotic taunting. "But you promised to tell me what your uncle said when you got back." She was letting him get her all side-tracked.

Sasuke sighs, releasing the second reddened nipple from his mouth. I guess I did." Well, there were a few things that he definitely wasn't going to be telling her about. "Well, they're running down a few more leads on Danzo, checking places where his hideout could be, looking for evidence that he could have left behind. That sort of thing."

"Whenever you say something like that sort of thing, it means you're trying to keep a secret." She shakes her head. "Just tell me, if it's something that is going to put you in danger."

Great…sometimes, his lover was too smart for her own good. "And…my great-uncle may be planning on finding Danzo and shooting him in the eye, instead of letting Danzo get caught and stand trial?" Okay, saying that out loud to Hinata made it sound even worse than it was.

She blinks and stare sat him. "If most people said that, I would assume they were joking." Sasuke might be serious though.

"Well, you did just meet my great-uncle." Though he really wished that it had been under much different circumstances. "He used to be a general back when I was just a toddler, retired a couple of decades ago. He's kind of crazy, but he's an Uchiha, so that kind of goes with the territory."

"Which is why I'm afraid that you're actually serious." Hinata blinks again.

Sasuke shrugs, pulling Hinata back into his arms. "Well, apparently, there's a grudge between them. Which, I guess explains why he hates Itachi so much." Their animosity towards each other seemed a little more personal than just politics. And a grudge against the family would definitely explain it, as well as why Danzo was trying to off them. "But I wouldn't put it past Madara to pull something like that, provided that he can make sure that he doesn't get caught."

She looks at him in confusion. "Shouldn't we be trying to stop him from doing it then?" What the Hell were they doing in the shower?!

"Well, it's not like we know where Danzo is yet, so there's no reason to stop him just now." Besides, Madara wasn't going to get the chance to do Danzo in, Sasuke was going to make sure of that. "And frankly, I think he's more concerned about fleeing my wrath, than going after Danzo. At least right now."

"Maybe we've been too vigorous in our lovemaking." She shakes her head. "Clearly, I've screwed your brains out if you're being that calm about this."

"Practice makes perfect." About staying calm, not the screwing brains out. Though Sasuke enjoyed that part as well, especially since he was screwing Hinata's brains out, not the other way around. "You seem to forget who I have for teammates. I have to be the calm one, otherwise nothing ever gets done when they get agitated. Besides the man may be old, but Madara can handle himself pretty well. He didn't become a general through a fluke." To rise above the stigma of being Japanese American in that kind of era, and to rise so high was a testament to the man's willpower and skill.

"I have no idea what I'm going to do with you." She laughs.

"Hide out with me in my bedroom when my mother stops focusing on assassins, and gets it into her head to pester us about marriage and grandchildren?" Sasuke could see it now, the incessant lines of questioning that would make you want to rip your brain out through your ears.

Hinata winces a bit at that. "Well we just started dating, but you make it sound as though those concept are akin to torture in your view." She might not be ready to walk down the aisle or to enter motherhood tomorrow, but she would like those things eventually.

Oh…shit. "Ah…that's not what I meant." Great, now he made her feel like he didn't want that sort of thing with her. "It's…a bit soon for that, I'll admit, but it's more to do with the fact that…well, you do know that my mother used to work for the CIA, right? So, forget dog on a bone, she would Spanish Inquisition us. That's the part I'm not looking forward to."

Though, if she needed reassurance, he was willing to give it. Sasuke squeezes her tightly against his body, nuzzling her ear. "Besides, I'm an Uchiha. It takes a lot more than that to get rid of me. I would just rather lock us both in my room for the next ten or twenty years, it's much more fun that way."

"That was about as graceful a save as a bull in a china shop." She shakes her head and relaxes into his hold. "But I forgive you because I know that you're terrified of your mother."

"Well, I wasn't going for a subtle save." Sasuke rolls his eyes. "Besides, everyone should be terrified of my mother." He nibbles on her ear, smiling softly. "But don't worry, everything will happen when it's supposed to, once we deal with our current crisis."

"I imagine you won't be threatening her with the same anytime soon." Hinata giggles.

"No, she'd kill me." She brought him into this world, and he knew that she could damn well take him out of it, SEAL or not. "But look on the bright side." He nips her ear, hands beginning to squeeze and roam. "This way, you'll have plenty of time to figure out what lingerie gets ripped off during the Honeymoon."

Hinata moans at the feeling of his hands on her skin again. "She wouldn't kill you." Maim him, maybe. Never kill though. "She loves you and only you could think about lingerie and death in the same breath."