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20th April, 2032, FBI, San Fransisco Division

The communications liaison placed a large file atop supervisory special agent's desk.

The pink haired woman looked away from the file which she had been absorbed in reading, asking, "And what is this?"

Hinata averted her eyes from her friends annoyed glare, "Umm...i-it's some stuff we need to look into before we can formally start a full on investigation of that case."

Sakura was nice, but she could be very scary when something interrupted her concentration.

"Is it related to the case? At all?" piercing emerald eyes fell upon her.

"Umm...not really?"

The silver eyed woman winced winced in anticipation for the temper which was bound to ensue.

Surprisingly, it didn't.

Sakura had picked up the file and was reading through it. "Do we really have to do this? I thought that this case was top priority..."

Hinata knew all too well that that the case they were currently involved with gave Sakura a personal reason to finish the investigation as soon as possible. Some of the circumstances brought back ghosts of things Sakura did not want to remember...

"It is top priority. That's why they've already started the investigation. But they needed to clear this stuff early, and they told me to choose one person to come with me and wrap things up by today."

Sakura's gaze softened- only slightly- and said, "And you felt most comfortable with me."

"Well, I didn't know who else I could ask who wouldn't be mad at me for making them do it..." Hinata was always careful to try not to anger people.

Sakura flicked through a few more of the documents in the file, and got up saying, "If we hurry, we can finish this stuff before noon and meet up with our unit after lunch."

It had been years since Sakura had left the house she occupied with her brother. With what little savings she had, she managed to make her way to San Francisco, the largest city nearby. From there, she wound up in a lower end orphanage, with not the best conditions for growing kids. But that had not been the end of the road for her then. A series of both good and bad events led to her ultimate adoption with the Hyuga, who had a penchant for adopting strays. Aside from their own daughters Hinata and Hanabi, as well as their orphaned nephew Neji, the Hyuga household was home to two other orphans, with Sakura joining their ranks as the third. And that began her high school journey of ups and downs, friends and foes, and eventually, a position as one of the elite on a specified task force in one of the most crime infested cities in the country. San Francisco may or may not have been a safe place to live twenty years ago, but it certainly wasn't now. And Sakura's position in the elite unit of the San Francisco division of the FBI was, as she had wanted to be, strong.

Albeit, almost everyone from the Hyuga family was part of the FBI or national intelligence. It was a family occupation. Sakura's team consisted of Unit Chief Neji Hyuga, special agents Ino Yamanaka, Kiba Inuzuka, and Arisa Tsutsugami, Technical analyst Shikamaru Nara, communications liaisons Hinata Hyuga and Choji Akimichi, and herself, the assistant chief. Their team answered directly to the national headquarters. Which is why it was incredibly frustrating to have to deal with low level petty investigations while the rest of their team assigned themselves to the important missions.

Which brings us to their current location, the ground floor of the Uchiha Corporation, in the waiting lounge.

"The stupid man has the gall to make us wait! For over an hour! We, the FBI!" Sakura hissed. Hinata tried to calm her, but it wasn't working very well. Luckily, Sakura had enough tact not to make a scene of it. She was, after all, a trained agent. Their tasks had brought them to the Uchiha Corporation to meet with the elusive Sasuke Uchiha.

"They said he won't be long now." Hinata supplied.

"You'd think an internationally known business man would know better than to keep government officials waiting!" she scowled.

A secretary stepped into the foyer and said, "Mr Uchiha will see you now. Follow me."

"Finally!" Sakura muttered under her breath, her voice laced with sarcasm, as she walked in the direction the woman had gone.

Hinata silently followed.

The elevator had delivered them to the top floor, where they were led to a polished steel door with no ornamentation, or label. It seemed unarmed, but both agents could tell that it was probably armed in a hundred different ways. High standing gentlemen such as the one they were about to meet, liked to keep their secrets well hidden.

They entered the room, to find a tanned man with short spiky black hair and black eyes with three whisker like markings on each of his cheeks and a ridiculously cheesy smile on his face, sitting at the desk with his feet propped up on the table, revealing polished leather shoes.

Sakura looked uncertainly at Hinata- the man seemed to be a complete idiot. Hinata, however, seemed to not be immediately repulsed by this strange man. Rather the look on her face was...something of attraction? God forbid...

"Good morning, I am N-Sasuke Uchiha!" he announced in an obnoxiously overenthusiastic voice.

"Do you mean to say you are 'not Sasuke Uchiha'?" Sakura asked. There had to be some mistake. Either that, or the police records had not been updated in a long time.

"No! I am he in the flesh! Believe it! Take a seat!"

He gestured dramatically to the two seats in front of them. Hinata sat down while Sakura remained standing.

"That will not be necessary. We only require a few minutes. Ironically, we had to wait for over an hour to get those five minutes. You realize that it is not wise to aggravate the law."

The man looked uncertainly at the agent in front of him. "Oh yeah...sorry about that. But please, stay a little longer than five minutes. Just because you're here on business doesn't mean that you can't have any fun."

"No, we can't. As we have at least some sense of professionalism."

He looked at her as though unsure how one could separate 'professionalism' from 'fun'.

"Umm...Sakura, why don't we sit down and have some tea. I don't think it would do too much harm..." Hinata said.

Sakura looked at Hinata as though she were looking at her for the first time. But nonetheless, she chose to take a seat. A knock on the door followed and man with black hair and pale white skin walked in carrying a tray. Sakura and Hinata didn't catch the look exchanged between the two men, as the new entrant set the tray- which was carrying a large teapot and three cups, and a plate of cookies- on the table, and then left.

The man, who still had his feet on the table, said, "That's good! That was Sai with the tea! Now we can enjoy a snack and get down to business! Ugh...'business'. I hate that word." he made a gagging motion and Hinata giggled. Even Sakura couldn't fully suppress the urge to laugh at his antics.

The man chose to remove his feet from the table, and in one sweeping motion, knocked half of the paperwork off the table, along with the tray of snacks. The teapot and cups all crashed into a nasty puddle on the floor, the pot of sugar emptying onto Hinata along with a pool of milk and several cookies.

Naruto knew that he would be in trouble from the moment he received a call from Sasuke early in the morning saying that urgent business in the basement floors would keep him out of the office throughout the morning. Namely, the trouble he had in mind at that point would be that he would have no time to goof around, as he was second in command.

But when he was informed that FBI agents had come in the morning seeking to make inquiries about recent shipments out of the country, he was almost in a state of panic. How the heck was he supposed to know that there would be FBI agents involved? He didn't want to spend his life in jail...

So his first plan of action had been to make them wait for a long time until they gave up and went away. But no, that didn't work. If it had been him in their shoes he would have waited for like two minutes then lost patience and decided to come back another day.

Then, when it had been a good hour and thirty minutes after them coming, when he found out that they had still not left, he upped his game. Desperate times called for desperate measures. He procured a wig of short, Sasuke -like hair, and black, Sasuke- like contact lenses, and even traded his orange jacket for a black suit and trainers for leather formal shoes. And then, he turned himself into Sasuke Uchiha! Even his voice matched! Sort of. And his attitude was fine too! He kept his feet on the table! Just like how Sasuke would. Although he hadn't actually seen Sasuke put his feet on the table before. Ever.

He was a bit surprised when he found the FBI agents to be two cute girls with odd hair colors, but he didn't let it show. He tended to take things like that in his stride. He did apologize for making them late, and when they started talking, (okay, it was more of the pink one being stubborn and the shy one being shy), he decided that he liked them. They were nice. And they laughed at the things he said. Which was more than Sasuke ever did. At least, the purple one laughed. And her laugh was nice too...

But they hadn't suspected that he wasn't Sasuke Uchiha. That was perfect!

But he was really scared at what they would say when he accidentally knocked over the tray of snacks on top of the purple haired one. For starters, he knew that you should never, ever throw or drop food on someone else. Unless that someone was Sasuke. And secondly, the glares he was getting from the pink haired girl now made his hairs stand on edge...

He looked from the puddle on the floor, to the papers scattered everywhere, to the paperwork that had been drenched in tea, to the disheveled mess on the table, to the purple haired woman covered in milk and sugar, to the pink haired woman who was seething with rage as she rushed over to her companion, to the door, as he considered making a run for it.

Suddenly, the door was thrust open, and, walking as though he owned the place, which he did, entered Sasuke Uchiha.

Even I can't help laughing when I read parts of this chapter. It doesn't do much for the story plot, but it does introduce some key characters.

For the record, I know that there were many ways for Naruto to handle the situation without dressing up as Sasuke, but this was the funniest. And most fun to write ;-)

Until next time!

~Raven