Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Buffy. If I did, I wouldn't need to write this! And, my coauthor/editor AlphaBeta helped me write this. After this, no more disclaimers! and this story takes place after the first Naruto movie, once they change into their costumes.

One month before Halloween; Boston, Massachusetts, police station:

"Hey, Jack!" I'm heading home. Another late night, huh?" the detective says as he passes his fellow detective's desk.

The other detective nods solemnly, "We got another bad one today, but it could have been worse, I suppose."

The first detective walks over to the desk and puts down his cup of coffee, "How so?"

"Well, Bill, some officers found a beat-up girl the other night while on patrol," Jack explains while glancing over the report. "They saw how young she was and offered to give her a ride home since it is dangerous to be walking those streets alone at night." He takes a sip of Bill's coffee absently, oblivious to the other detective's glare. Jack continues, his eyes never leaving the report, "Her face and arms were covered with bruises. The officers were able to coax an address from her when they asked where she lived. They found drugs, alcohol, and a drunken boyfriend of the mother at the house. Child Services were called in, and she is currently in protective custody." He lays down the report and looks up at his coworker, finally noticing the glare. "What?"

"Jack," Bill says with a deceptive calmness, "You did it again." Jack stares at him blankly. "The coffee!" Realization slowly crosses his face. "That's right, Jack, My coffee."

He looks at the coffee than at his friend, "Sorry! It's a habit!"

"So break the habit or buy yourself a cup of coffee!" Bill demands angrily.

Jack shrugs sheepishly, "I will do my best."

"Anyways, here is the interesting part of the report!" Jack says quickly, hoping to change the subject. "The welfare workers are going to put her in a new program to see if they, in this case, she, can get back to normal faster, by putting her in an entirely new environment so she can grow up and have a normal life, hopefully."

Bill raises an eyebrow curiously, sitting on the edge of the desk, "So where are they sending her?"

"A small town in California," Jack replies slowly, "I believe it is called Sunnydale."

Standing up from the desk, Bill inquires, "Does the girl have a name? Or do I have to guess?" He picks up his cup of coffee to leave.

Jack puts down his report. "They say her name is Faith."

End Prologue