The next morning was a bit sluggish for both Sasuke and Sakura after their long day before, but they managed to make it to work almost on time, Sakura making her way down to her office in the morgue while Sasuke made the trip to his own.
Sakura was surprised when she heard a knock at her door, peering up from the papers she'd been organizing to see none other than Sai standing there.
"Agent Gaka," she said with surprise; the look on his face was grim, almost serious in a way. She'd never seen him look so concerned; frankly, she was surprised he could show it given their first meeting.
"Hello, Dr. Haruno," he greeted politely. "may I come in? I have something I would like to discuss with you." Sakura nodded and waved him in, gesturing for him to close the door while she closed the file she was working on and set it aside.
"What is it?" Sakura asked, feeling concerned. Now that she thought about it, she'd yet to hear from Ino; she would have expected the blonde to be calling and texting her frantically, demanding details. The fact that she wasn't suddenly had Sakura on edge, coupled with the fact that Sai was there waiting.
"Had you heard from Miss Yamanaka at all? I understand that you two are very close friends?" So Sai hadn't seen her either; the way that Ino had been fawning over him, Sakura was deeply surprised she wasn't hanging off his arm any longer. When Ino got attached, she tended to go hard.
"No, I haven't, which is surprising. Usually, she'd be down here grilling me for details about my weekend. I figured she might have had an early court session if she wasn't here."
"She did not come in today. I had spoken to her assistant, miss... Hyuga, I believe?"
"Hinata Hyuga, yeah." The fact that she'd told Hinata but not Sakura meant that it was big. It had to be. Hinata would only ever be the one involved if Ino avoided everyone–solely because she would have to inform Hinata if she was taking a sick day. Sakura could feel worry creeping up in her gut, knowing she would have to do something about it, and fast. She had managed to get ahead on her work before the weekend; worst-case scenario, she could push ahead on her paperwork while she visited her friend.
"Yes, I believe Miss Hyuga told me that she was under the weather. I do not believe that is... accurately the case, however." Sakura could tell by his tone that Sai was leaving something out, something he didn't seem inclined to talk about. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him, her gaze burning into him in an attempt to make him talk. She saw him shift under her stare, but he said nothing.
"What aren't you telling me?" She demanded, standing up from her chair slowly.
"I... I am sorry, Dr. Haruno. I want to tell you, but I do not feel that it is my news to tell. I believe it would be more prudent if she were to speak to you as opposed to myself." He seemed uncomfortable explaining the situation, as if he felt some... guilt, perhaps?
"Fine. But you're coming with me, got it?" Sakura wasn't the most trusting of him at the moment. "I have time now. Let's go."
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Sasuke was greeted after an hour or two by Naruto, who had a grim expression on his face.
"What's up with you?" Sasuke asked bluntly.
"We found Idate this weekend," he explained, holding up a hand before Sasuke could interject. "I know, I know, I should have called, so you knew, except no. You were taking holidays, and you deserved them. Agent Gaka managed to bring him in after an evening of surveillance; it turns out Idate is wanted in a few other cases. We also finally have a name to put to a face," he said with a smile. That had been the one downside to the information they'd had; Idate hadn't had a license on file, and any photos of him had been relatively blurry and difficult to make out facial features.
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Happy Accidents
FanfictionNaruto Watty Awards 2nd place winner for 2021! Sakura Haruno is just beginning her new job at Konoha P.D. as a forensic pathologist and anthropologist. What happens when she accidentally texts a risqué photo of herself to a stranger, intending to sh...