12 Years Later… (After Between The Lines: See author's note at the bottom for more details*)
L read over the files and placed them in two piles, 'potentially' and 'not interested'. His dark eyes scanned the gruesome photographs of crime scene after crime scene before stumbling over a file. He read over the details. "Interesting."
Watari stood next to him in wait. "Have you found a case that has caught your interest?"
L brought his right index finger to his lips and frowned slightly, "Unfortunately. Contact N… This may require two minds…" He threw the file onto his bed, gruesome photos of bodies mounded together found in a mine slid onto the sheets.
Nate glanced up at his computer that turned itself of and flashed the old English letter, 'W'
"Near. L requires your assistance in a case."
"Why? I have cases of my own, if he isn't aware." Near set a thick book onto his desk. The cover read, 'The Mind of a Killer.'
"Shall I inform him of your reject?"
Near arched an eyebrow, "No… I'm curious." He twirled his hair around his finger and smirked. He picked his book back up. The back of the book read, 'The Neurological differences of the minds. – Dr. Ratio Yagami. M.S'
Shots rang out missing Matt marginally, he ducked behind an old building and spoke into his headset, "Position compromised, I repeat, my position is compromised."
"Sending in the 'Devil'. Agent 107, activate your tracker. Stay safe." The radio crackled and Matt sighed, pushing a combination of buttons on his watch.
Within minutes of activation a helicopter swooped in low providing cover fire. After a short burst of silence a loud echo of a bullet rang through the piercing silence. Followed by another, and another. Matt covered his ears as the sounds of the shots came closer. He shut his eyes tight, afraid to see the rogue agent they all called, 'the Devil.' Those who've seen his face have a nasty tendency of disappearing. The UN's ace in the hole.
The silence became deafening and Matt could smell the scent of a lit cigarette, "You know… I wanted to be a lawyer when I grew up." Matt's eyes flew open when he heard the voice… No, the Devil couldn't be… "Funny thing, a Prosecutor, being the UN's most dangerous assassin. Matt. Seriously, if I was going to hurt you I would have done it by now."
Matt cautiously glanced over to his side, to be met with piercing red eyes. "Beyond?" The figure smirked and handed his pack to Matt.
"I'm so glad I wasted my time getting my law degree." Beyond took a long drag of his cigarette, "For what? So, they could hand me a rifle and say go play G.I fuckshitup?" He gave an irritated sigh, "So… How's life been? Jesus, it's been what? Twelve years?"
"What are you doing here?"
Beyond rolled his eyes, "Picking you up. You've been requested by name."
The sound of a heart monitor beeped rhythmically. Nimble fingers worked delicately and the intercom to the main surgery hall queued, "Dr. Yagami, there's a phone call on line one."
His voice was soft but full of irritation, "A little busy."
"The man says its urgent."
He grumbled under his breath, "I'm knuckle deep in someone's brain. I think they can wait, even if it was the Queen herself. She could wait."
"Says he's from Interpol."
"Well. Unless Interpol can come finish this for me. They'll wait." He narrowed his eyes slightly.
"They insist."
Light borderline barked at her, "I will get to it when I get to it, if you don't mind?"
The phone rang and Mello kicked the butt of his phone and it landed in his hands, "Captain Keehl."
Mello's eyes widened for a moment, "Really… How very interesting. I'll be there by the end of the day."
He grabbed his coat. "I'm going out of town. Make sure the station doesn't fucking burn itself down, please."
A highly decorated officer stood up and saluted, "Yes, Captain!"
Watari handed a stack of files to L and Near who sat in front of two computers, "I've assembled a team that I think are worth the attention of this case."
L leafed through the files, "What good would they be, what would I want with a prosecutor, a neurosurgeon, a police captain, and a spy?" Near opened each file and his eyes widened. "Anonymity is my game, Watari. I don't want these people here. I can't have every Joe Shmoe knowing my face."
Watari smiled, "Good thing they've already seen your face."
Near read the names out loud, "United Nations prosecutor: Beyond Birthday, MI-5 agent: Mail Jeevas, Chief of NYC Police, homicide division: Mihael Keehl, M.S Head of Neurosurgery Research and Development: M.D Ratio Yagami..." His voice trailed.
L arched an eyebrow, "Hmm, perhaps, I need to pay more attention." He began to drop sugar cubes into his tea. L glanced over to the photos that were tacked to the wall, one phot stuck out, written in blood on the mine wall, 'L… Catch me if you can…'
*Author's Note: This is a sequel of Between The Lines, it's not super important if you read it or not, if your a backstory kind of person, you can read it, but it's not necessary to read to enjoy this fanfic. It's just based 16 years prior. They went to school together, they lived, they laughed, they learned. That sort of happy shit.
Just keep in mind, that's how they know each other in this AU. They went to high school together. So, please don't ask. I didn't put it in the summery as some readers tend to scroll over stories that say "sequel of such and such" I know I do.
And like I previously said, the prequel to this isn't necessary. Only if your super interested in how they all met. Then more power to you, this fic will not be past heavy. They've got bigger fish to fry -wink-
