To Protect and To Serve

The Sendero Luminoso, or Shining Path, is a real Peruvian gang (and the MS-13 is a real gang based in El Salvador, as Naruto has already explained). The Sendero Luminoso is mostly drug traffickers, and they were active in Peru mostly in the nineties, hence Naruto's young age for dealing the drugs. They're a little bit active nowadays and they have not yet had copycats in America that I know of. Mostly they're in Lima and around the Amazon, in the jungles where coca (cocaine is made from it) and poppy (heroin and other opiates is made from it) plants grow. I do not own these gangs, nor am I member, nor have I ever been and I definitely do not plan on becoming one. I would have put it in last chapter's author notes but I figured I was talking too much. As far as this story's length, I'm still undecided. It might be less than twenty-four chapters, it might be twenty-five. I'll figure it out soon.

Responses to the reader reviews (thank you, ladies and gentlemen!):
Lady Ronin: Government agencies and the American military are not equal opportunity employers--they do not accept open homosexuals, mentally ill people, differently-abled ("disabled" is a rude word to me) people, etc. J. Edgar Hoover didn't allow gays, women or people of color into his agency until he was prodded to do so, and even then, there were four black men in the entire FBI (one was his chauffer. Meanie). As time went on, more directors hired a more diverse array of agents, racially, genderwise and otherwise. Louis J. Freeh, who was director of the FBI from September 1, 1993 to June 25, 2001 (a shorter term than most directors; he retired early), really helped the agency progress. Before he was director, prospective agents who were found to be gay before they were hired, suddenly had their applications canceled by the people who were doing the hiring. If an agent was found to be gay after s/he was hired, people left her/him alone. This is directly related to Frank Buttino's class-action lawsuit he brought against the FBI, who fired him for being gay in 1991. However, Freeh made the hiring laws change. He said a person's sexual orientation shouldn't matter. So, the FBI changed a little. Thanks for bringing that up. I promise I didn't do that just so I could give a history lesson!
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-Sasuke-
She has blood all over her, but she survived.The ambulance’s sirens scream over us as we speed to the nearest hospital. “Go ahead and talk to her,” an EMT nods to me as he speaks. “Do you know who did this to you?” She shakes her head ‘no’ repeatedly, moaning as tears from her eyes and blood from her forehead stream down her face. “Okay—” She grunts in frustration, shaking her head more and closing her eyes. “You do, but you want to protect them,” I supply. This happens all the time. She nods vigorously. The rape exam is difficult for her. Immediately after it begins, she cries out and grabs both of my hands. It seems that she is too traumatized to speak because she answers questions with nonsensical monosyllables. She repeats two in a row for ‘no’ and one for ‘yes’. We carefully arrange for her to visit the precinct to be interviewed in six hours—it is three in the morning. I plan to pay for the rape kit as usual and I wonder if I’ll still be able to cover this month’s rent. If I didn’t do meth for the entire month, this wouldn’t be a problem. Damn it. I drop the woman off at the hotel she requested in writing to stay at and sulk my way home. For tonight, I’ve already gotten high. I won’t allow myself a double shot.
As I toss and turn because insomnia has its tongue down my throat as happens every night, I think to myself that maybe I should take up heroin. Doesn’t it make people sleepy? I never worked vice. I don’t really know about drugs except for meth. My landline rings. Five in the morning. “Uchiha,” I mumble. “You said you had insomnia, so…”
“Yeah, it comes with being a—uh, it comes with my work.”
“I know how that is,” Francisco sighs. I imagine him rubbing his scars. I wonder how he received them. “Do you want to get together again? It uh, might help you sleep afterwards.”
“Do you remember where my apartment is?”
“Yeah. I have a pretty good memory. It comes with my work.”
“I can empathize.”

He removes his shoes slowly after kissing me hello.“You’re such a boyfriend,” I grumble. He laughs. It’s been a week but in that time I’ve forgotten how his voice echoes off the apartment walls. He stands in front of me, waiting for instructions. “Move as necessary while I remove your clothes.” The tight-fitting black tank top slips easily over his head and the baggy jeans slide away from him. “Can I undress you?”
“No. You’re not done working for it. Take off your boxers, lie down on the bed and cross your ankles.” I leave the bedroom door wide open as I pull a tray with only one ice cube from the freezer. The tray, plastic and bright blue and one I’ve owned for years, cracks loudly and the ice cube flies out. I catch it clumsily in my mouth. My mouth and head hurt with the cold. I can practically feel my body temperature drop a few degrees. Repressing a shudder, I stride into my bedroom, transfer the ice cube to my left index finger and middle finger, smirking at Francisco’s reaction as I run the ice cube over his chest and past his navel. He has a colorful vocabulary, and his deep reactions to everything I do excite me.

“You like that?”
“Yeah,” he writhes, black hair tousling and scars becoming more prominent. “I’m not—really used to—ooh—using ice but wow—I enjoy this.” My smirk widens as I ponder the fact that ice is also a slang term for meth. “Roll over. I’m trying to be creative like you.” He smiles widely at the compliment before obeying the command. He’s very…hot physically and very passionate, very vocal. The ice cube has melted almost halfway down. He jumps as I reach his ass with the frozen water, and I catch a glimpse of his hard penis. Wonderful. I pause. He raises his head and turns to look at me. I raise my eyebrows and he shrugs, nodding slightly. I push the ice cube into his rectum and he practically jumps off the bed yowling. I calm him down, pull the ice cube out and dispose of it in the kitchen sink. We might do this more in the future.
“Do you think you’re prepared or do you want to be stretched and prepared with heating lube?”
“Ooh, I want the heating lube.”
It’s KY Jelly, as usual. “Good.”
He actually giggles as my fingers move inside him. “That feels good and weird after the ice cube.”
“Hn.” I ram my fingers inside him. I like seeing him writhe and jump.

It does feel odd fucking him after the ice and the heating KY Jelly. It’s very enjoyable for us both., however. He breathes heavily and wraps his arms around me after we come. He came first and wriggled about until I held his legs down. He pouted and we finished. Now we lie in silence. For five seconds. Within the span of a week, I have learned that he cannot stay silent for more than that amount of time.
“Hey Sasuke.”
“Huh.”
“Do you want to go for dinner sometime?”
I pause. “I prefer home-cooked meals—I’ll cook, don’t worry,” I explain at the look on his face. Panic. What is he hiding? Why can’t I ask? “Okay,” relief saturates his voice. I know this is a relationship where I will never meet his family. We will not marry. We may not stay together for more than a year, for that matter. When we are together it will always be in my apartment. I hold the control because of this. It is what I need. Control.
I need to know more about him. I don’t know why. It’s rare that I care this much.

“Oh shit. I can’t stay for breakfast Sasuke, I’ll be late for work!” He embraces me, kisses me and flees.
I glance at the clock. Eight in the morning. What nine-to-five job does he have? I push all thoughts of him aside as I, too, drive to work.
Hatake’s door is slightly ajar. I should update him about the cases that are close to being solved—one needs a search warrant, three more need arrest warrants and arraignment for the fifth one is tomorrow morning. He’s been asked to testify. I walk to his doorway, stop, and smirk. Umino is kissing him passionately. Both men have their eyes closed, and Hatake’s hands with their prominent veins and shy outlines of future wrinkles wander Umino’s back. Umino is covering Hatake’s face with his hands, so I am left to continue wondering what his face looks like bare.

“You better not fire me,” my voice drips with smugness. They leap apart, Umino blushing a pleasant shade of burgundy and Hatake hastily rearranging his mask. The two of them nod, barely able to look at me as I walk in and tell Hatake what he needs to know about the cases.