Hi all! Pls note that this fanfic is rated M mostly for strong language and violence. It's still a romance but...well you'll see 😁 Hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading, pls R&R!


There's east and there's west and there's everywhere lying
I know I was born and I know that I'll die
The in between is mine

-Pearl Jam-


-Anna pov-

Chinese company guilty of data theft.

You win a pretty malware Ching Chong Chang! Say bye bye to your servers.

Then...

High school teacher found selling weed.

I want your address dude. Shit. Oklahoma.

Ok, I didn't see this...next one.

A hobo claims to be beaten by a cop.

Holy gosh this world is crazy! Let's put some illegal stuff in your computer and make you lose your job, you piece of shit.

Uh...? Uuugh...! This is definitely bad stuff...

"ANNA! QUIT PLAYING WITH THAT DAMN COMPUTER!"

"IT'S FOR SCHOOL! SCHOOOOL!"

"DON'T LIE TO ME!"

"CALL THE SCHOOL THEN! I MUST MAKE A PAPER!"

Damn. That woman always has to stress me. Who cares if I spend the evening in front of a stupid machine?!

Take a breath Anna.

Breeeeathe.

In...

Out...

Ok I'm cool now.

Let's go back to business.

I wanted to put some of these videos in the computer of that cop, but this is a bit too much.

Who would make such videos using kids?

It's not like a random little crime here.

Maybe I shall report this to the police.

No wait, what am I gonna say?!

Hello, I was hacking around, I wanted to give a payback to one of your dudes and I ran into a pedo-pornographic website on a darknet, can you do something about it, pretty please?

I will end up in jail.

And this is not a possibility. I will definitely end up in jail one day.

However...for the time being I could take down this website by my own, but that is not going to force the human scum who did this to stop. They might even make more videos to replace the ones I erase.

I need someone to arrest them.

For once I might need to use internet to find out if someone is actually doing good on planet Earth.

Let me think...

Politicians...Tsk! No!

Nobel prices...Useless.

Police...Ruled out.

Army...Not their business.

Detectives...Umh. Maybe...?

But I cannot pay anyone to arrest those people.

I need someone who takes this case just because it's wrong.

Ok, I will type something very amateur style.

Best detective in the world

...Sherlock Holmes...

Fuck.

Best living detectives in the world

Ok, now it makes sense...But they are all old scum bags! 76, 55... 82?! Why should I hire a 82 years old grampa?!

Well...This one has no pictures nor data. No age, no cantacts...seems more like a urban myth than a person made of flesh and bones.

L.

What sort of name is that?!

Anyway...he seems pretty good.

You are going to be my man, L.


-L pov-

I glimpse at the screen informing me of a new email in the inbox. Reluctantly I get up and have a look.

In the house of the killer the agents found twentyfour different human organs. Marinated, frozen and ready to be cooked.

Damn.

I shut the computer with too much violence and run to the toilet to vomit everything I ate for dinner.

Great. Suits me for choosing this case.

Seriously...how is it even possible that a person can be so sick in the head? The flesh, the smell, the damn blood...

Human beings are disgusting. In the soul.

"L are you alright?"

I recognize the familiar voice and prepare myself for the upcoming discussion.

"Yes Watari..."

"It's 3 AM. Are you still awake?"

"I just went to the bathroom"

"I was checking the email. Someone read it before I did"

I mentally swear at my own idiocy. This late I should read emails without opening them.

"Why do you check the email box at this hour of the night Watari?"

"Because I have to wait a call from Taiwan. Now, don't try to chage topic"

Here we go. I sit on the bed and wait for the old man to scold me. It had to come sooner or later.

"You said that recently you had no more problems to fall sleep"

"I don't. I just went to the bathroom and then read the email. Can I go back to sleep now?"

"L you are the worst liar I ever met. Seriously if you make the effort to look in the mirror, you might notice some serious dark circles"

"It's just my eyes-"

"Tomorrow you are going to meet a psychologist"

"NO"

"Yes, I booked already"

"NO!"

"L!"

"No no no please Watari no!"

"No complaints. Anyway the cases you had lately were too burdensome. I want a professionist to make sure you are not overdoing things"

"I solved them all in no time. They were not that difficult"

"That's not the point. You are too young to deal with that stuff all the time"

"I am eighteen!"

"Indeed. Now do anything you want if you can't sleep but I forbid you to work"

I sigh and observe the old man leaving the room.

Easy to speak like that when you have sixtysix years of peaceful nights behind your shoulders...

I look around my big and empty hotel room and feel even less keen to fall asleep.

No matter the orders, I will just be more cautious for the rest of the night.

I open again the computer and have just a moment to read a new email, that soon after it's erased.

Now Watari is even skimming what I can and what I cannot read?! Damn!

I definitely switch off the machine and lie down in bed.

Ok, now?

... 1 sheep...

... 2 sheeps...

... 3 sheeps...

... 4 sheeps...

Stop.

I rather die than doing this all night.

I might as well have a walk, I like London when it rains.


-Anna pov-

This is ridiculous. Why can't I just call that detective?! I mean if he's not interested he can just turn me down!

But to not even answer my email...that's bitchy. With all the efforts I made to find a single email address!

Maybe he didn't read it at all. He probably has a sexy secretary doing this for him. A blond bombshell in miniskirt and high heels, doing extra services at night. And that airhead bitch erased my email. I can bet on this.

I will spam that stupid mailbox until someone gives me a proper answer.

"Anna...?"

I rise my eyes from the math homework I faked to have and look at my mom. She is peeping inside the storage room I abided to studio with a guilty smile. Bad news on the way for me.

"No no no...", I whine.

"Sorry dear, we have one more patient for today. Do you mind waiting a little bit longer to go home?"

I sigh and look at my mother. Extra hours for her mean waisted time for me. I wanna go back to my room and stress the hell out of that L.

"Can I catch the bus?"

"No it's dark already and it's too far. It's not going to take long"

"Doc didn't receive a single patient all afternoon, why this idiot has to drop by so late?!"

"I see that all hours are booked under his name"

Geez. It must be a damn politician or some stupid tv idol who doesn't want to be seen. They are the only ones who make such a fuss to meet Doc. As if anyone could care less about their mental taints.

"Fine", I surrender. "Call me when we can go"

I don't understand why my mother ended up doing such jobs. She has a master in medicine and she works as a nurse in the morning and as a secretary for this psychologist in the afternoon. What's the use in studing for half of your life if you end up doing that?! Some idiots end up ruling the world, while the rest just collects the scraps. I don't want to waste my time like that.

I already know what I want to do in my life and I am already doing it, anyway.

"Good afternoon. Please wait here, I call the doctor"

I hear my mother's voice from the adjacent room. Finally our vip has honored us with his presence.

I get up and try to reach the door as silently as possible. The best thing of my little hideout is the darkened glass door. I can spy as much as I want and not be seen. Funny way to waste some time.

Finally I can can see this mysterious patient.

A boy?

This is strange. I am used to middle aged men and stressed housewives, sometimes elders. It's not very common to see young people here. Yeah, sometimes it happens, but they don't make a reservation for all the afternoon.

He's quite hot too. Ok, maybe not a model from Abercrombie & Fitch but definitely interesting. A plus for the messy hair and the large clothes. It's easy to look cool if you spend half of your day in front of the mirror. Less easy if you don't know how to use a pecten. I like him.

I even let out a small chuckle seeing the way he sits in waiting room. Feet on the chair and knees up. Seems like he's ready to jump at any moment and run away as fast as he can.

Deluded, I go back to my algorithms as he enters in the office of the old doctor.

I will wait for the shrink to do his job and then have a look at the clinical records of this guy.


-L pov-

I don't care if Watari ordered me to do this. I am not going to tell the story of my life to a complete stranger.

Can you imagine it?!

Hello, my name is L! Yes L, one letter. My parents were a little sadic. Oh, the past tense you say? Well my mother was slaughtered when I was a kid and I threw my father in jail few years ago. Yes, that's what I do in my life. I arrest some murderers, some kidnappers, rapers, pedophiles, burglars, robbers...I am not picky. Yesterday I had a cannibal serial killer! Wanna see the pictures? Oh no, I didn't mean pictures of the criminal, so sorry. Don't worry it's impressive at first but then you get used to that. Or gain insomnia. But I had it already, so no problem for me!

"Good morning. I am Daniel Deneuve"

"Hello Daniel, I'm Doctor Wallace. Please, lay down..."

...and go for the fake story.


-Anna pov-

Two more hours passed before I could finally go home.

Waiting made me even more curious. Two damn hours! What Doc had to ask to hold hostage that poor boy for so long?!

New priority. Finding out who is that guy.

I can save the world later, curiosity comes first.

I switch on my beloved Mac and have a look at what the doctor wrote about him.

Umh. PTSD...burnout... more or less that means stress... chronic insomnia and...that's it?! He needs a holiday?

Well...good for him. Now...name and age!

Daniel Deneuve,19.

Great, 19 is good.

But DANIEL DENEUVE?! That's more ridiculous than my school attendance register.

Not to be mean but it sucks. I don't like it!

Whatever...Let's see what else is written here.

Do you study Den? Den is better. Sounds like a dog name but I cannot make myracles.

...Don't fuck with me.

There's nothing written here!

Who the hell are you? What do you do in your damn life?!

Uff...Cool. Let's play Den.

If your real name is Daniel Deneuve I shall find it in the registry office.

And I was right! I-am-always-fucking-right.

Nothing. Not a Deneuve this young in England nor abroad. That's an alias. Now, let's see what the net has to say about that pretty fake name.

Daniel Deneuve...

Oh, God I love you! I love you, seriously!

The FBI?! You really bringed me a FBI agent?! This is freakin' amazing!

No wait... He might have simply used the name of this Deneuve guy. I mean...we are in London not in the Usa...But this is his picture!

I will go to church every damn Sunday for the rest of my life. If I'm not busted hacking the Fbi servers...

Umh. Here says twentythree.

Bah, too obvious that's one more lie. The minimum age to join the force. Sure. What a coincidence.

Masters degree in law, criminal psychology, politics and languages...WHAT?! Damn good.

I hope he comes back to see Doc. I wanna know more about this Den.

Now...work. Spamming time.

NO WAIT, WHAT AM I DOING?!

FUCK L!

I don't need that snob detective if I can stalk a Fbi agent!

Ahahaha! I am such a bastard. I demand a master in bastardness. Or bitchyness. Or both. So that I can brag about having multiple degrees as well.

Noooow...

I'm sorry if you are stressed Denny, but you are assigned to a new case.

Maybe you'll have to come back to Doc after what I have in mind for you.