A/N: Hi guys! :D

This is my first posted Death Note fan fiction. I'm so excited! XD YEAH! GO DEATH NOTE!

I'd normally explain how I got the idea for the story, but it's a little difficult to put into understandable words at the moment. This idea pretty much gradually evolved from other ideas, mainly having to do with the mafia kidnapping people. I also have an excessive amount of CSI to thank! Best show ever! (Besides Death Note ;P)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Death Note or any of it's characters. I also don't own marshmallows, sour patch kids, Family Guy, or George Clooney. I do own a couple people in this chapter, though. You'll know who they are.

NOTE: This is, as well, my first time writing in third person... And I'm still getting used to it. I prefer first person, so bear with me. ^^'

Hope you enjoy!

Phone Call

"It seems you were correct, Ms. Bridges." The mysterious detective spoke clearly to the laptop so his synthetic voice on the other side could easily be understood. "This suicide that your old client attempted was, in fact, murder. It's obvious to tell from the cut on her foot. It seems to have been made around the same time as the stab wound was made. Although there were no signs of struggle, the cuts show that after the killer had her stab herself and the knife was dropped, she stepped in the direction her killer ran off too. She stepped directly on the knife. Normal suicide attempts tend to fail, with the victim heading in the direction of the phone to call for help. But the phone was located behind her. Judging by where the knife was left and the depth of the cut, there is a 71% chance that this is the scenario." He paused. "Or, at least, that is my best theory. I'm sorry I am unable to help you any further, for you have only asked me for my outlook on the case."

The brunette woman on the other side of the line nodded. "Thank you, L. I knew Ramona had no reason to end her life like that. She had too much pride."

"If the victim had as much pride as you say, than she definitely would have turned for the phone." L confirmed. "You can pass on my thoughts to the rest of your team. I wish you luck in finding the killer if my theory is correct." Before the brunette had the chance to reply, L cut off the call. He didn't want to waste his time conversing payment. He didn't feel the need to be rewarded for this particular case. It was probably the most least-challenging case he had received all month. Not that any of the cases he had received in that month were very challenging.

L was beginning to think that police agencies were just using him so they didn't have to think as much. He thought about changing his image around a bit. Maybe he could make himself exclusive, only taking on cases he takes personal interest in. That would make him seem more serious about his work. Taking on other people's personal issues isn't what he was a detective for. That was for the everyday detectives whom you could easily find in an open office. Not for the world's greatest known detective.

L picked up one of his many cell phones and pressed "1" on speed dial. Using two fingers, he hand the phone to the side of his face. "Watari," L greeted his handler through the phone after he picked up. "I need you to return to the hotel immediately. I'm ready to check out."

"Yes, L." Watari replied calmly. L closed the phone and set it down on the table. He and Watari had been switching hotels every month. They used to do switch every week, but since no big cases have come up lately, there hasn't been a need.

The detective waited patiently for Watari's return, stuffing a variety of different sugar-filled snacks into his mouth. He started stacking different colored marshmallows one by one, until he was able to build a castle out of fluffy rainbow sugary delight. He used sour patch kids to guard the castle. Soon enough, it was all set for him to attack. He knocked down the guards one by one, plopping each into his mouth as he went.

Just as he was about to break down the front entrance, there was a small, high-pitched, irritating beeping sound. L's eyes darted to the cell phone on the table. He sighed deeply. The caller ID read "Private". The tired man considered ignoring it, but then he realized; this was the phone he used to contact Watari. And it was for that purpose only. The number was practically confidential information. The thought lingered in his mind as he reached for the phone. He opened it and held it to his ear.

"May I ask whom it is I am speaking with, please?" The detective asked the phone.

There was a short pause, then a middle-aged man's voice replied through the speaker. "Hello, sir, my name is Peter Griffin. By any chance would I be speaking with the great detective, L?"

"No, sir, my name is George Clooney." L responded in a serious tone. "And using the name of an obvious cartoon character as an alias isn't going to cover you very easily."

"I see, but it seems the same goes for you." The voice was obviously amused.

"Well, now I can tell you didn't call to offer me cookies." L confirmed. "I'm not even going to bother to ask how you got this number, Mr. Griffin. What do you want?"

The man who called himself "Peter Griffin" chuckled from the other end of the line. "I'm a man of reasonable business, detective." He explained, "And I'm working to achieve a certain goal. I believe it would do the United States a huge favor. To do that, I need to ask you to lend your brilliance to my team. But only if you are interested."

"You're going to have to go into a little more detail than that," L replied. "What is it exactly you are trying to achieve for the states?"

"Land," Griffin answered. "I hope to grant new land to increase population and expand for more elbow room. Hopefully this increase will help our economy aim for the better. That is my goal, as well as it is for the rest of my team."

L thought this through. He wasn't at all interested in helping achieve this goal of the man who mysteriously contacted him, but he was worried about how he was choosing his words. Like he was avoiding something. "And how do you hope to do this?"

"Create new open areas. How else?"

It was obvious now.

"You mean by getting rid of other countries."

There was a long pause from the other line.

"I under-estimated you, detective." Griffin finally spoke. "You're not the type that others can fool. But now I don't suppose you'd be interested, would you?"

"Not at all," L answered firmly, "I have no interest what-so-ever. I had no interest from the beginning. And I certainly do not agree with your method. The states are no longer colonies, land has long since not been an issue. So I bid you good luck, although I'm almost certain your plan in will fail. Goodbye, Mr. Griffin."

L was about to end the call when Griffin spoke. "Ah, but you are wrong."

The quirky detective froze for a minute, puzzled by the statement. "Would you explain?" He asked.

"No," Griffin replied coldly, "But all I can say is you will regret turning me down, detective."

The call ended.

L put the phone down. He stared at it curiously. He wasn't sure what to make of what the man on the other line had said. He would definitely act as a threat, but did he have the kind of power to become one? If this man somehow got access to the number of L's private phone, who's to say he doesn't have more information about him? The great detective began to worry for the first time in over a month.

L suddenly jumped as he heard the apartment door open, then close. He whirled around in his chair to see Watari entering the room. L sighed in relief. He'd forgotten about his handler.

"You seem tense, L." Watari noted almost immediately. L leaned back in his chair and nodded. "I just received a call from this phone," he picked the phone up from the table. "From a man who tried to convince me to join his organization to give the United States more land."

Watari's eyes widened. "How did he obtain the number?"

"I don't know," L bit his thumb nail in wonder. "That's what I'm worried about..."

The room was silent for about a minute. L managed to snap back to reality. He looked up. "We need to move on to a new location. I'll pack up my things." L hopped up from his seat and, stuffing his hands in his pockets and slouching over, made his way into the other room. He grabbed his suitcase off the ground and opened it. He started to collect all the candy from around the apartment and place them in the suitcase. He quickly organized it to his liking before closing and sealing it shut.

"Done." He exclaimed to himself.

Just as he was about to pick up the case, he remembered his laptop. He quickly scanned the room for it, noticing it sitting on the coffee table out of the corner of his eye. He approached the coffee table and sat on the couch, opening it up. There's no harm in checking for messages quickly.

L opened up his email. Of course, he didn't have many contacts, nor did he get many messages. He sometimes got emails from some of Watari's students, and sometimes from Roger Ruvie at Wammy's House, containing news of some kind. There was one new message. It was from Roger. There was no topic. He must have been in a hurry, L thought. He clicked on it.

As the message popped up onto the screen, L's eyes bulged in shock.

N IS MISSING. PLEASE COME TO ENGLAND IMMEDIATELY.

A/N: NOOOO! MY NEAR IS MISSING! =O *cries*

That was painful for me to write. I love Near too much to let him go... *sniff* :(

I really hope you enjoyed the beginning! Hang on, cause I got at least twenty pages of plot outline for this story! And it's gonna get good! :D

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Have a super awesome day!

~Mima Roses