Disclaimer-I do not own Death Note or any of its characters...sadly.

Running his dark, dead-looking eyes over the last big case that needed to be solved with his expertise and intellect, L realized that he was quite bored. He had spent his last few weeks alone, with the exception of his caretaker, benefactor, and the closest thing he had to a father, Watari. But that was no surprise. He wasn't exactly a sociable person, and one did not get to being the number one detective in the world by meeting and greeting people that he met randomly out in the street, or even by showing himself in public. Having a mysterious identity also helped keep his enemies at bay while simultaneously keeping them on their toes. An unknown enemy is the worst kind, and L took every advantage of that fact to make himself known around the world.

As he was reviewing the last piece of evidence that would inconspicuously pin the criminal on that particular case, Watari came in carrying the usual laptop that was used for communicating with all the different police agencies across the globe. At this particular moment, there was only one file on the desktop, unlabeled and as interesting as unlabeled files on computers go.

"I suppose that you have a new case for me, Watari?"

"Right you are, Master L. I thought this might entertain you for a while, seeing as these past cases are hardly stimulating for your capacity. Besides, I think that this one might actually keep you busy for a while."

"And why would that be?" was the reply from the odd young man squatting in his chair, teetering on the edge, his right hand resting on his knee and his left thumb to his mouth.

"Because of the evidence." Watari answered cordially, as always.

"Is it like the other so-called impossible cases: with no evidence conclusive enough to draw a conclusion upon which to convict the criminal?"

"Actually, Master L, you might be surprised to find that this particular case has a bit too much evidence found at crime scenes. The police is unable to discern between the victim's clues, the killer's, and other apparently random information that leaves them confounded."

The last statement from the aged man in the suit caught the young detective's attention. Watari gave him the laptop, upon which his charge placed it on the desk in front of him, pushing aside other files, envelopes and a wide variety of candy wrappers. As soon as the file opened, he immediately read through the basic M.O. of the killer, as well as digging through the pictures of the total of three murders that had occurred. Indeed, there was quite a bit of evidence at the crime scene.

The first thing that could be noticed from the images was the blood. There was an inhuman amount of it around the body. It appeared to be as if the victim were lying in a giant puddle of the dark red liquid. Definitely not the amount that could be found within the human body, but the odd part was that it seemed as if it were separated in different shades. Some of it was deep scarlet, other bits were nearly black, and yet others were a rich crimson. It was also in several patches. At least three other transitions could be devised on the first image, four on the second, and finally five on the third image.

Then, scattered around the body, there were several other clues that were given. There were images of hairs recovered from the scene, fingernails, notes cut out of what looked like newspaper and magazines and arranged into a certain order to form what were suicide, apology and even greetings to police. Several fingerprints were found on these notes, and most of them seemed to be only partial. Again, there seemed to be a pattern of ascending order in the amount of evidence.

Finally there was the body. It was a grotesque sight, since the victims shirts had been removed. Two men and a woman. These three suffered a horrific death, that much was certain, but the cause was not exactly clear since they had numerous cuts, bruises, scars, gaping wounds and even several patches that looked like bite marks. They all appeared to have been stabbed with a variety of tools, and some even looked as if they had been drilled or sawed. Their throats appeared as though they had been destroyed as well. There were fine white lines that suggested they had been strangled with rope, but the neck itself also seemed to have been crushed with an amazing force. L noted that even on their bodies, the victims seemed to carry more clues as each one took place.

With a tone that hardly suggested he was interested in the case he stated, "Well, I can definitely see what you meant by too much evidence, Watari. It is quite obvious, even to the most oblivious person, that the killer leaves a variety of clues that all seem to be there to confound the police forces. Also, judging from the amount of these left behind, we can deduce that more victims mean more clues, thus the priority of solving this case before there is simply too much of an overload of information and the killer will become that much harder to catch"

"So shall I contact the FBI and let them know you are willing to cooperate with the case?" Although the old man was certain of what the answer would be, he asked anyway.

"You very well know the answer to that question, Watari. I find it ridiculous for answering as such after seeing the files, but I suppose you try to keep a communication link between us."

"Right you are, Master L. I'll do so at once."