Disclaimer: If I owned L, my life would be amazing. Oh, and I don't own Death Note either... Damn =(

Summary: This kinda introduces Taylor and her wacky personality. I wrote this at, like, 4 in the morning after I woke up and couldn't sleep, but I still had fun making her childish temperament.

A/N: So... I was thinking that this kinda takes place maybe 2 or 3 years before Death Note, so that would make L about 21 or 22-ish (correct me if I'm wrong). And, like I said, I wrote this when I couldn't sleep and finished a second chapter right after school the same day. Let me know what you think and if I should continue or not, though I probably will anyway =)

With one free hand I reached into my pocket and pulled out my room key. As I pushed the heavy hotel room door open I tried not to drop the caramel mocha and doughnuts I was balancing in my left hand. After shutting the door I walked over to the kitchen counter and set down my breakfast. Then I looked around the room.

Of the three hotels we'd stayed in so, this was absolutely my favorite by far. We had a huge, five-room suite to ourselves, consisting of the main room, two spacious bedrooms, a large kitchen, ad a luxurious bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub. Even though my bedroom had its own bathroom, I still preferred to use the nicer one.

Crouching on the floor in his odd way was the "Great Detective" himself. I was exuberant at the thought of working with the famous L on this case. That was before I realized how infuriating he was.

Well, maybe I was over-reacting; I tended to do that. It's just that he's barley spoken to me in the last two weeks we've been working together, and he doesn't seem to want any help from me at all. Instead of moping around and feeling useless, I decided to spend my time on my new hobby: annoying L.

I understand how very childish of me that is, but at least I get a reaction from him. And judging from some of his responses, he can be pretty childish, too.

I skipped over to my room to change in more comfortable clothes, as I wasn't leaving the suite anytime soon. I put on my most comfortable sweats, a T-shirt and a zip-up hoodie. Over the bottoms of my sweats I pulled on my beige boots.

Unfortunately, our glorious suite had one flaw, and a major one at that: of all the rooms in this hotel, ours had to be the one with the busted heater. L refused to allow anyone to come into our room to fix it, so our daily high was about seventy-two degrees, but that's if we were really lucky.

I walked into my small bathroom to brush my hair and pull it back into a ponytail. My auburn hair, which flowed in waves past my shoulders, was being difficult this fine morning. I soon gave up on my relentless tresses, letting it hang naturally down my back.

Annoyed at the stubbornness of my hair, my dark green eyes were narrowed and my full bottom lip stuck out in an angry pout. Working with L… Correction: doing nothing while L ignored me and did everything himself resulted in me having a very short temper these days. I huffed as I stomped out of my room, determined to take out my frustrations by annoying my partner.

Too bad he beat me to it.

When I marched over to the kitchen counter to grab my coffee and doughnuts, I noticed the large, white bag was nowhere in sight. A few irritated glances later, I saw the crouching L delicately holding a glazed maple doughnut and taking large bites out of it.

"Lawliet!" I shouted, exasperated. Those were mine, not yours! They were for me!"

I saw him twitch at the sound of his name, but made no further comment on it or how I knew it. Instead the shaggy black-haired detective turned his head and looked up at me.

"I apologize, Miss Morgan," he said in his maddening matter-of-fact voice. "I did not realize that you were so selfish". And with a smirk he turned and plucked out another doughnut from the bag.

My blood was boiling as I plopped down onto the little couch behind where L was crouching on the floor, staring at the computer screen in front of him.

So he finally decided to accept my challenge. After days of my successful attempts at irritating him, the Great L was going to fight back.

I purposely slurped my mocha as I watched the numbers flash on the screen. If L had gotten his way, I wouldn't even be allowed to know much about the case anyway. However, at the command of the American President, L had no other choice than to accept me or to drop the case altogether.

At the age of seventeen I, Taylor Morgan, had already assisted the FBI in two huge cases: hunting down the mass murderer who killed my parents and 120 other people, and uncovering an assassination of the President by a terrorist group whose leader was a deputy director in the FBI on the case in question. So now here I am, two years later, investigating an overthrow of the government of my own country and not being allowed to help with anything.

Also, this case had almost everything to do with technology. Currently we, or should I say L, was monitoring computer activity of all government agencies and anyone else with immediate or extremely close ties with the government.

In all of about two minutes, L had gone through six doughnuts; I'd only bought seven. As he reached in to pluck the last one, I snatched the bag, grabbed the doughnut and stuffed the whole thing into my mouth. After a very bored glance at me he turned back to the numbers running down the screen.

Satisfied with my small victory I smiled. Then in a moment of pure childish impulse, I crumpled up the white bag and tossed it at L's head.

When he made no move to retaliate I gave up and pulled my book from under the couch. I could never explain why, but for some odd reason, if I wanted to keep something safe, I'd put it either within the couch cushions or under the couch itself.

Like the hopeless romantic I am, I occasionally sighed as I continued on through my favorite novel. A few chapters later I looked up from my book to check the screen. L was no longer in the room. I shrugged and continued on with my book.

The book flew out of my hands as a very soft but heavy something flew over the top of the couch and landed on my stomach. "Oof". I sat up to see L standing three feet away with his hands deep within his pockets.

"Miss Morgan," he began with an evil smile. "It would be appreciated if you didn't leave your things lying all over the place".

I looked down to see what he had thrown at me. It was my pink duffel bag. I stood up to drag it to my room, sticking my tongue out at L as I did so. He started to chuckle.

He was still laughing at me when I returned to the main room and flopped back onto the couch. L padded his way to his spot in front of my couch and began observing the screen again once he had crouched into his unusual position. Infuriated, I lifted my leg up and aimed a kick at his head.

Another A/N: So R&R and PLEASE let me know what you think!!!

Oh, and would anyone care to know what Taylor's favorite novel is? It's actually mine in real life, so just let me know if your'e curious!