Author's Note: Tis the season to be jolly, joyous or whatever you want to be. I hope you enjoy this fic!

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Death Note. But, please do enjoy.

Summary: A young Lawliet, about 21 of age spends his Christmas all alone in his room, locked away from the world. But what happens when he receives a small gift at so early in the morning? Hints of OC here…LxOC. Hope you enjoy. Merry Christmas everyone!

Chapter 1

Christmas. Its that one time of year when everyone was expected to get together and have fun during the near end of the year. People would usually prepare their Christmas eve dinners, and at the strike of twelve open their present and greet each other their "Merry Christmas" and their, "Happy Holidays." This was true even in the Whammy house hold, but still there was just this one person who couldn't really enjoy the event. Always locked up in his room, hacking away at his computer, his eyes glued to the monitor, sweets lay all around him and sleep never even having the chance to catch on, L was the kind of person that treated Christmas day as just…one of those ordinary days. Those long days of work without stop in order to keep himself sane due to the lack of company he had. Of course he had Watari, but even he couldn't brighten up the young lad's attitude towards Christmas.

Date: December 24, 2000

Place: Whammy's Residence

Time: 7:30 AM

"Mother, its Christmas eve…where are you going?"

Asked the young boy as he looked up at his mother blinking slightly. The thick round bags around his eyes depicted how tired the boy was. Constantly, he had been waiting for his parents every night to come home, but would never catch them returning. He would always spend all night looking outside the window in hopes to see his parents come home from work, but instead, he would fall asleep, his head making a pillow out of his small arms as he sat by the window pane. He would never catch his parents at night, couldn't even tell them welcome home, or glad you're back. The only time he sees them were during the afternoons, and yet even that doesn't last for so long.

"Lawliet…mother has to work now, I'll see you later tonight, ok?"

Said the fair looking woman as she kneeled down beside his son. She leaned in closer to him and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek before patting his head. A soft smile was painted on her face which glowed due to the dim light that illuminated the room. The boy's smiled a sad smile at his mother, knowing that the "later tonight" wouldn't come. It would be just like any night. A night of work and a night of waiting, there was no point to Christmas if this was how he was to spend.

"Alright mother…have a good time at work…"

He said in a soft and disappointed tone while watching his mother vanish from his sight. Slowly, her figure went further and further away until she was fully gone. Lawliet hung his head low as he closed the door to the house, locking it tightly so that no one else could enter. Once he had put it into a close, he pressed his back against the oak door and sighed deeply. Shaking his head, he went up to his room and isolated himself there. Crawling up the bed, he pulled his knees to his chest and hugged them tightly, his face being buried on his arms as he gave off another sigh.

"I'm 100 percent sure…that mother wont come home…"

He mused to himself as he stared down at the dark fabric the made up the sheets of his bed. A dark red color. Somehow he felt something was a miss. But soon enough he shrugged it off and allowed himself to finally drift into a deep sleep.

At around 10 PM in the evening, Lawliet was awakened at the sound of something that seemed like a loud scream. Hurriedly scampering away from the bed, he peered at the window. A mix of white and red caught his eyes and then before it registered in his mind, it was too late…

Mother…

-…-

With a sudden jolt, L found himself waking up to the same dream he was having lately. His breathing was rough and heavy while cold sweat ran down his forehead. His usually pale skin seemed even paler and his eyes remained even more restless especially with those largely rounded thick bags of his.

Trying to regain his composure, he looked at the computer monitor and saw no signs on improvements on one of the case that he was currently working on. This for some reason got him depressed than usual. Its not like the depression was a rare factor in his cases, it was just that it was taking too long a time to be solved. Usually, under different circumstances he wouldn't let a case last for more than two months, but four had already passed, and it was starting to get on his nerves. Not to mention him not being able to think straight as of late wasn't helping him out either. This was also one thing that bothered him…why was he not thinking straight at all, and why was he having those useless dreams over and over again every time he closed his eyes and accidentally dozed off. It was just illogical in his point of view.

"I'm 3 percent sure its already December…"

He mused to himself as he checked his computer's time and dates. Being cooped up in his room for more than three months, he forgot what month it was, or when the investigation had actually started. Being too absorbed in the case, he tends to discard things that were irrelevant to his cause. The only dates and times he remembered were those pertaining to the deaths of the victims, the time when the crime was committed and the months that the killer stuck, other than that he had lost track of any other details that didn't prove useful in his investigation.

Upon seeing what day it was today, he grimaced. Could it be the reason he was having those illogical dreams of his mother coming home after work? Maybe, maybe not, there was no percentage in which he was sure that it was a cause. Recollection of the past was something psychology could explain. A longing for something as a child, and according to Sigmund Freud it was because of fixation that a person experiences this. But he for one wasn't really thinking about his parents, only the case he was so absorbed in at the moment and nothing else. So the explanation was void. It just didn't add up to his reasoning and his calculations.

Moving from where he was seated, he moved towards the window and looked outside. The snow was falling again. Small snowflakes glistening as it descended the heavens in order to cover the ground and extend its reach throughout the vast lands. He placed his hand on the glass window, allowing his fingers to feel the glass as well as to let him see the outside better. He could see Near from below, making something out of snow while Mello watched the young white haired boy while eating a chocolate bar. Matt on the other hand was beside Mello, playing a game on one of those devices that was usually made in order for people to gain some entertainment every once in a while. To him, they were having so much fun, while he was stuck inside his room working. L would soon pull the curtains together in order to block the view of the children that contently played outside. Only the light of the monitor lit the dark room.

The door to his room would open suddenly which allowed an old man in black to enter the darkly lit chamber along with a tray of assorted sweets as well as a cup of tea. It would then be place on table beside the young lad's computer. The man would watch as L furiously typed away on the keyboard, analyzing data and other things that were related to his current case.

"Still working hard I see."

"Cant afford to be lazy, Watari. Crimes happen everyday, someone has to make sure justice is served."

At this statement, Watari couldn't help but put on a small sad smile. Seeing the boy like this surely had its effects on the old man. L was always so dedicated in his work that he didn't mind shutting himself off from the world. And for the longest time, Watari thought that someone should remind L that life isn't just about solving cases and advocating justice. There were still a lot to life that L hasn't experienced. And that part would be the happiness since L had already suffered most of the negativities that life can afford to bring.

"Is there something wrong Watari?"

L inquired. His computer chair being maneuvered effortlessly so that L faced Watari. The old man merely smiled upon seeing L's puzzled reaction; the boy's thumb being pressed against the mouth whilst his sitting never seemed to be of a burden to his balance and flexibility.

"Nothing at all L, just this."

Watari then handed L a small box. Tilting his head to the sides, L cautiously took the box and inspected it for a moment. Upon seeing that there was no apparent danger to it, he pulled the red bow that kept the cover and the box together. Once he was able to open it, his eyes widened slightly at the sight of luscious assortments of chocolates that it contained. To it was a card. Turning on the lights, he held the piece of paper in his finger tips and began reading:

"Detective,

Thank you very much for helping out with the case. I know you'll be able to catch the criminal who did this to me and my family. I trust that you'll take this as a token of my appreciation for considering helping us…as much as I trust you with my life that you can solve this case. Maybe one day I can see you and thank you personally, but for now, Merry Christmas, Detective.

Sincerely,

-Craille Alliestere"

Trust? Trust a person that you haven't met? That's illogical. Its already hard enough to trust people you know…and yet she talks about trusting a stranger? Why?

For a moment he pondered on his own thoughts after he finished reading the letter. To him, some things just didn't make enough sense to be deemed as logical, and this for one was one of those cases where he didn't think that this kind of thing was logical. After a few moments of thinking, he closed the box again and placed it on his side table. It was time to investigate.

"Watari, what's the address of this woman?"

He asked as he looked up at the older man who stood there as if in awe which was another one of those illogical things he noticed today.

"She has no address I'm afraid."

Was the reply that Watari was able to muster, his face growing into a frown as he looked at L with a gentle look that shone in his eyes. L blinked for a moment before placing his thumb back at the corner of his lips, thinking.

No address? Can this be another plot to throw me off the case or to lead me in a wrong direction?

"Although, I'm sure I heard she was at the hospital."

Watari's voice pulled L out of his thoughts as he heard the word hospital. This puzzled him again. If the girl was at the hospital, it was either she was injured or sick, or one of her supposed relative was there and she was in charge of taking guarding the ill. But for someone to go out of way just to show some gratitude, it was highly suspicious. It just seems to not add up to anything.

"Will you take me there?"

L asked once again. Watari nodded in reply and headed out in order to get the limousine ready. L hopped out of his chair and started for the door. He would then glance back at the table where he placed the box of chocolates for the time being. He shook his head and sighed, his lazy eyes darting at the door as he stepped outside. So far, all the things that were happening around him were highly illogical.