A/N: Here's another little story for you all to psychologically devour. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

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"The homicide victim, Sasuke Uchiha, was found lying on his back on the floor near the back door in the kitchen. He had three gunshot wounds: one shattered his sternum, another lodged in the upper right ventricle of the heart, and the last punctured through his esophagus.

His wife, Sakura Haruno, discovered him in this position with aforementioned wounds, at (give or take a few minutes) three fifteen in the morning. His wife claims to have come back from a party and promptly called the police when she found him. She claims to not have moved or touched him in any way between the time she found him and when the police arrived."

Neji set down the report, propping his elbows on his desk. His fingers immediately found their way to his temples and massaged them so. His tired eyes merely scanned the rest of the paper before he picked up his pen to jot down a few notes.

He hadn't realized he wasn't writing words, but doodling, until his wife broke him from his stupor. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rested her chin on his shoulder.

"Neji, dinner is ready. You can worry about this later, " she said softly, plucking the pen from his fingers and shoving the inspection reports into a haphazard pile at the corner of his desk.

Neji inhaled deeply, closing his eyes and relishing the warmth of the woman he loved. He swallowed, his throat prickly and irritable from lack of water. His eyes were surely red and dry as well, from the amount of time he spent everyday pouring over his work.

"Alright," he answered, clearing his throat as he did so. Tenten shook her head.

"You honestly work too hard," she scolded, removing her limbs from around him and standing upright.

Neji stood as well, stretching his arms and legs. He turned to face her.

"On the contrary, Tenten, if I have been working too hard, as you put it, I would have solved this case months ago."

His wife shook her head and chuckled, placing her hands on her hips. "It's only been a year. And compared to the progress others have made in that time span, I think you deserve a break."

"No, I only deserve dinner. Not a full fledged break," Neji replied.

"To you, it's the same thing," Tenten said.

Neji managed to crack a smirk and followed her out of his study and down to the kitchen.

Over plates of steaming rice and vegetables, Tenten finally asked the question balancing on the tip of her tongue.

"Neji," she called for the attention of her husband. He raised his eyebrows at her as he took a sip of water. When he set the glass back down on the table and nodded at her, she continued:

"Sakura is hosting a Christmas party next weekend, and I told her we'd be coming." She fiddled with her napkin as she spoke, refusing to meet Neji's gaze until he answered.

Her husband watched her fold the corner of the napkin over and over again until he could no longer stand her fidgeting. He placed his hand atop hers and stilled her fingers.

"Tenten," he began. The woman across from him mentally prepared for rejection and a long lecture about his dislike of social gatherings. She was surprised, however, so much as she left her mouth hanging open, when he said the following:

"Go shopping for a gift for her tomorrow. It's quite rude to show up empty handed."

He slid a finger under her chin and clamped her mouth shut, an amused smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

Tenten was silent, mulling over his every word, digesting it down to the very last letter. Slowly she nodded, and let go of the tormented, tattered napkin in favor of a spoon.

Neji watched her for a moment, before resuming his own eating.

Later that evening, Neji sat on the couch in the living room, his laptop balanced on his out stretched legs, and a steaming mug of coffee clutched in one hand.

Tenten was in the kitchen washing the dishes and storing the leftovers in the refrigerator. The familiar clanging noise of the pots and pans, the running tap, and Tenten's humming, made autumn nights like these, chilling and eerie as they were, somewhat bearable and possibly endearing. He knew in a few minutes time, she would have pried his work right out of his hands and snuggled into his arms to rest.

His eyes softened at the thought, and the fuzzy feeling of affection wormed its way into his heart.

Just as he predicted, his wife came and disrupted his work (not that he minded in these circumstances, because honestly, who'd want to stare at the same words for eight hours straight).

He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his face into her soft, silky hair.

"It must be cold out there," Tenten commented, and for a moment Neji was confused as to what she was talking of. But then he followed her gaze out the window and watched the leaves be tormented by the unrelenting force of the wind, and agreed.

"I suppose it is rather chilly," he said.

"Remind me to make you wear a muffler tomorrow," Tenten told him.

"I promise I won't." This earned him a smack and fierce glare.

"I won't nurse you if you catch a cold," his wife threatened.

Neji smirked, "I don't catch colds, dear." He kissed her head, feeling euphoric at the soft sounds she made as she snuggled closer. At that moment, a particularly strong gust of wind rumbled and shook their home.

The lights flickered, and Neji cursed under his breath.

"I should make sure the back-up generator is working properly," he muttered, making move to get up.

Tenten, however, had other plans and forced him back down.

"It doesn't matter. We're going to bed now, anyway," she told him.

"Yes, but-"

"Neji, just lie down." Neji contemplated this, and finally complied. Tenten tugged the cashmere throw strewn over the back of the couch, and pulled it over the two of them.

Legs tangled and arms wrapped possessively around one another, they fell into a deep slumber.

And if the electricity did give out, they never knew.

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A/N: Thank you for reading and please review!