Disclaimer: I do not now nor have, I ever owned Death Note or L, I do on the other hand own the girl and the plot. Nor do I own the lyrics or rights to It's My Life by John Bon Jovi.

Okay guys I'm a lazy bum so I haven't written a fanfic in a while. But I figure it will give me much needed muse and inspiration.

This is set a few years before the Kira case. L is 19 almost 20 and already the top detective in the world. Why? Because, I can. When he meets a mysterious girl who's a lot like him. What is the story behind this girl? Who is she? Who is she running from and why? And most importantly can the world's greatest detective answer these questions and save her?

This will be in alternating POVs L, TJ (OC), and Narrator third person. Also at some points L might be OOC. I'm going by the anime timeline.

Title: One for the Show

Written by: Rockangel777

Pairing: L and OFC

Chapter Mood Song: It's My Life By Bon Jovi

Chapter One- A New Name and An Old Past

(T.J.'s POV)

"This ain't a song for the broken-hearted
No silent prayer for the faith-departed"

I stare into the mirror on the wall of the cheap motel where I'm sure there are species of mold and insects never discovered before by man. And I sigh as I peer into familiar yet strange silver eyes. Said eyes wonder over the reflection. Pale alabaster skin, black hair with snow white bangs, high cheekbones, straight pert nose, slender neck, and small lithe body. Most teenage girls would love to see this in a mirror but, not I. It's the refection of a marked person.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Tezira-Jade St. Cloud T.J. or Tez for short. At least, that's who I used to be before my mother and father were murdered by a greedy executive. My parents owned a major international company computer soft and hardware and a few other ventures. I am the soul heir or heiress if you prefer. The only child but two years ago I disappeared without a trace on the night my loving mother and father were murdered in front of me. I ran away before I could be killed. The person who was to take over the company until my eighteenth birthday (which is just around the corner I might add.) was Damian Riker; he was also the person who killed my parents.

Anyway he made a big show of it in the media, sending out search parties and police. But what the public didn't know was that he also sent less than savory people to find me. Bounty hunters, mercenaries, and modern day assassins. There was a hefty price on my head. I found people to help me, but was still afraid I couldn't trust anyone. With my very sharp and very useful hacking and computer skills I managed to hack one of my parents sub accounts and activate the debit card. Knowing that Devon wouldn't and couldn't monitor an account he knew nothing about I set off on my own. The account its self had been opened under an alias. The same alias on my IDs and passport. My father had presented me with a small back pack on my fifteenth birthday, inside were fake IDs, a passport, a notebook, an envelope with cash a letter and a debit card, and a manner of miscellaneous items.

"Tezira, my dearest and only child I hope you never need these but if the need should ever arise you will have them. Hide them in a safe place away from the house so you can retrieve them in a hurry." He had said to me.

"Daddy, I will I promise. But why would I need them?"

He smiled fondly at me an enveloped me in a warm hug then pulled back to look into my silver eyes.

"There are many things that we do not understand in this world, my dear. But, we must always be ready."

I nodded.

"Okay, Daddy."

He looked at me strangely and sadly. I didn't understand why until the following year.

"Tezzie, what ever happens know that your mother and I love you more than anything else in this world. And always remember no matter who you're masquerading as, you will always be Tezira-Jade St. Cloud."

The memories of my father are to much to bare I shake my head and decide to go out for a while to get away from the stench and the thoughts.

I walk down the streets of the city, when I see a limousine pass by my blood freezes in my veins. Not because of the car its self but because of the symbol on the side and the decal that proudly reads in bold block letters. "St. Cloud Enterprises". I duck inside a café. It's pretty much deserted all except for the less than thrilled waitress, baker, a couple of what look like college students, and some people in a corner booth.

I walk in and take a seat at an empty booth out of sight of the window. The waitress walks over to me.

"What'll it be, love?"

I look up at her with what I hope if a cheerful smile.

"Umm, hazelnut mocha coffee and a chocolate queen cake, please."

She nods and walks of toward the kitchen to get my order. While she's gone I ponder my next step is it safe for me to leave? Is it safe for me to stay? After a long argument with myself I relent.

"I have to stay I've only been here three days, it would look odd if I left now."

I don't realize that I said this out loud until a deep, smooth voice brings me back to reality.

"You know, your coffee is getting cold."

I look down at the table and realize that I hadn't noticed my order arrive. I then search for the voice I didn't recognize it but still I need to be cautious. I look up and peering over the booth in front of me is the face of a young man with dark hair, dark eyes, and pale skin. I notice the sleepless look of his eyes. Despite the dark circles I found him quite attractive.

(L's POV)

I looked over the girl sitting in the booth. She was stunning to say the least I'd never seen anyone who looked quite like here. Her pale porcelain skin and delicate features were framed thick black hair with white bangs. Her body was slender and fragile looking. But what caught my attention most when she looked up were her eyes, two pools of molten silver with dark circles from sleepless night beneath them.

"Thanks for telling me, I didn't realize that my order had arrived." She said sheepishly with a tinge of pink covering her cheeks.

I climbed out of my booth to slide in front of her. I had to get a closer look there was something about here that looked very familiar but I couldn't place it. So I decided to get some information on her,

"I'm Lars," I said extending a hand.

She took it.

"Riza," she replied.

I studied her for a moment before deducing that she was using a fake name.

"Riza, if you don't mind my asking how old are you?"

She looked slightly uncomfortable for a moment.

"I'm seventeen I'll be eighteen soon."

I nodded. And we continued conversing for a long while. She told me fabricated stories and I told her fabricated stories. Then I did something that surprised even me.

"Do you have a number where I can reach you I'd like to speak with you again."

Something akin to fear lit her eyes and then an emotion I couldn't decipher. Then she pulled a pen from the backpack beside her and wrote a number on a napkin and handed to me.

"That's my cell. You can reach me on it anytime."

After that she was gone and I stood staring at the white napkin with bright purple writing on it. I stuffed it in to my pocket and made a mental note to call at some point. I walked out the door to find Watari waiting for me. I slid into the back of the car all the time thinking of the girl with silver eyes. Where had I seen her before? And why did it feel important that I remember soon?

"L, you seem deep in thought. What are you thinking about?"

I looked up to Watari our eyes met in the mirror and I felt a small smile trace my lips.

"Oh, I was just thinking that things are about to get interesting."

He gave a short nod though I'm sure I saw confusion in his eyes. And indeed things were about to get very interesting. This may or may not be a case but a challenge, yes. And I ha just accepted it. Oh, indeed I had just accepted it. I, L, the world's detective, would find out just who Riza really was. This was going to be, dare I say it, fun.