I don't own death note or it's characters (i wish i own L but life is hard) but i do own Xana, the murderer of this fic and his victims, Charley and his unnamed boyfriend, and Amy. An any other OC that may show up later.

I'm writing this in english because, although I'm spanish, almost everyone i know in the death note fandom speak english.

Oh and Xana is pronounced like "shiana"

Read and have fun :3

chapter one: An usb and a threat letter.

Xana entered her favorite candy shop, it was placed just in the perfect spot so she could buy some treat in her way back home after class. Her best friend, Amy ( a girl who believed everything that was said in the magazines), said that eating a sweet everyday was going to make Xana fat to what Xana used to answer with a ' at least I'll be a happy fat'.

While she was waiting her turn, Xana saw something on the floor, looking better she realized it was an usb. "someone must have lost it" she though picking it and examining the thing, It was black and small, with a gray W letter in gothic style and in one of the sides it said it had 16 GB " wow that's a lot of memory, mine is only 8gb" . There was no way to know who was the owner, so she decided to follow the old rule of ' you found it, it's yours' and put the usb in her pocket.

After buying a giant donuts she went home. Once in her apartment, Xana sat on the sofa and turned on her laptop. She connected the usb to erase the old data and have it free for her own use, but when she clicked open the icon a window appeared, all in black and with a space to write a password.

" it's blocked, fuck" she thought , then remembered her friend Charley was dating a guy who was kind of a computer tech or something " yeah, maybe he could hack this thing" she took her phone and marked

Meanwhile in a great hotel presidential suite, an old man was thoughtfully searching all the pockets in his coat and jacket. He stopped, looked up sighing and resumed his searching.

A young man with dark hair who was sitting crouched on the sofa looked curious at the old man.

-Watari- the young called, but the other didn't listen so he tried again- Watari- still nothing.

-Hey! Watari!- now the old man heard him and stopped to look at him

-Sorry L, I didn't hear you- he said, his voice sounded worried- what do you need?

-Nothing, I was just wondering what are you looking for- at this Watari's expression became more worried.

-Well, I had an usb with a copy of the information we have about this case you are working on now and I can't find it- he made a pause- I'm worried I dropped it outside and someone could find it by accident.

-I see...this usb, is it blocked?

-Of course it is, I'm old but not an idiot-Watari looked almost offended.

-Good, I don't think anyone could hack one of your passwords- L said sticking a lollipop in his mouth- and besides there's a 60% possibility that you lost it inside this suite, so there's nothing to worry about- he smiled a bit to reassure the distressed old man.

L wasn't that sure of the last part but there was no need to have Watari so worried; the old man had done a lot for L since he was a little kid, he was a loyal friend and the closest to family L had and because of that the young detective didn't want Watari all worried and blaming himself for losing some stupid usb.

Of course Watari was right in being worried, if not there wouldn't be story.

Back at Xana's, Charley's boyfriend had managed to hack the usb (after hours of trying, a popcorn bowl and a coke) and although she offered them to have dinner there as gratitude for the help since it was pretty late, they told her not to worry and left because they wanted some 'couple time' which of course we all know what it's means.

So Xana was now alone in her home and she decided to start cleaning the usb from old data, but curiosity got the best of her and she thought there was nothing bad in take a look at it before erasing it.

The usb contained a folder labeled with a long number, Xana opened it and saw some files all of them labeled with numbers also. She opened the first document and started reading and then she couldn't stop. Xana spent all the night reading the documents, truly shocked of what she found.

It was information about a murder case, a serial murder case to be exact. A year ago three women were murdered, one for month. They were all from different ages, status and looks being the only thing they have in common their murderer. The police knew it was the same murderer because of the way the crime scenes were settled:

the three victims had been found in a park, laying on their backs with their legs stretched out and their hands holding a flower over their hearts covering their wounds. They were dressed in immaculate white long skirt and sleeveless dresses, their hair neatly combed and carefully placed around their heads and although the dead cause had been a stab on the heart there wasn't a sole drop of blood staining their skin.

The culprit was never found due to the lack of scientific traces, the forensics couldn't found even the smallest digital print.

Now, two days ago, another women was found murdered in the same circumstances than the other three and her profile was like the one of the first victim of lone year ago. She had never heard of that case, but then again it was Las Vegas. They probably covered it so it wouldn't affect the tourism.

In the folder were some police and forensics reports and information about the victims, even pictures. It looked like a really big case and being the freak for criminal investigation dramas she was, Xana couldn't help wanting to investigate by herself.

It was Sunday at 8:15 in the morning and L was about to do one of those things he didn't like much: go out to a place full of people, even worse this place was an church. He didn't like churches, it was not something religious it was just he found those buildings creepy. Of course it was for the investigation's sake, but it didn't make the fact any better. That morning the priest was going to hold a homily for the last victim, Karen Stevenson, and L knew the murderer was going to be there because in the others victims' homilies someone had placed a daffodil under their pictures. The same flower the murderer left in the crime scenes.

Usually he would hack the security cameras of the place to watch, but this was an old fashioned parish and they didn't have cameras in the church so he would have to go see by himself. And by himself meant really by himself because Watari couldn't go,he was busy mediating with the FBI.

L entered the old church and decided to stay standing near the exit, that way he had a better look of everyone and everything while the columns hide him. Then he waited.

The homily was long but nothing happened, L didn't saw anyone suspicious and there wasn't any daffodil under the victims picture. That could mean that the murderer was waiting for the church to be empty to left the flower without bee seeing, so he would wait a bit more till everyone was out to see if someone stayed behind.

Just then he heard a conversation that caught his attention. Between the exit and the column he was hiding behind, there were two women. One of them L knew was the victim's mother and the other was a young girl about 17 or 18 who was questioning Mrs. Stevenson about her daughter in the way a police officer would, in fact by the questions she asked, she had information only a police officer would. Only that girl clearly wasn't a police officer. She was rather short even thought she was wearing heels, and slim; she had long wavy light brown hair that looked almost blonde and was kept in a ponytail with a black hair tie and she had straight bangs that reached just under her eyebrows; She had gray eyes and was wearing fake eyelashes and a bit of lip gloss but no make up base; she had french manicured nails and she was dressed in a white shirt that went inside the waist of her black full knee-length skirt , a thin black jacket and black heels not very tall.

Now, the thing was , why was this girl so interested in the case and how she knew all she knew? The image of a little usb popped in L's head and his eyes went wide. "it can't be" he told himself trying to decide what to do "that girl can't possibly have hacked it, right?" . The thing was that there was a chance she had, and he had to make sure whatever she did or didn't found the damned usb and read everything.

He needed to find a way to talk to her that seemed casual and wouldn't creep her out. "this are the moments I wish I had better social skills"he thought sighing and walking to her. At the moment she had finished talking to and was now writing something in her mobile phone so L passed by her and 'accidentally' bumped into her making the girl lose her balance a bit and drop her phone.

-oh, I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking- said L catching the girl's phone and handing it over to her- here, your phone.

-don't worry, I was distracted too, ah thanks- she said taking her phone and smiling, he had to admit she was pretty.

-So, from where did you know Karen? - he asked, 80% sure she didn't knew Karen Stevenson from anywhere.

-Oh, I really didn't know her- she said- I..I'm a journalism student and I want to write about the murders- she was lying, L knew it by the way she hesitated a moment, after all he himself was a good liar when he wanted to and because of that knew how to recognize another liar.

-Murders? There had been more?- L said faking surprise, he had decided follow her game a bit in order to find out how much she knew.

-Yes, another three, a year ago- well, by now he was a 90% sure she had read what was in the usb, but still she could have find about those murders in internet.

-That's horrible, how did you know all that?- she got a bit nervous at that

-I read it somewhere...and you? You haven't told what are you doing here, did you knew miss Stevenson?- " mm she dodge the question with another question, 92%"

-oh, yes I knew Karen,she was friends with my older sister - L lied shamelessly, she looked sad then.

-Oh, I'm sorry for your lost then

-yes, she was a good person, and we all wish to catch her murderer, would you tell me what you know about the others murders? Maybe we can find some lead- that was, he hoped it would work.

-I don't know...-she hesitated for a moment looking at L and he tried his best to do a convincing sorrow expression, surprisingly enough he succeeded for once - well, okay, you knew the victim so you have a right to know.

And she told him a shorter version of the documents that were in the already famous usb.

-I see, let me guess you read that in a usb you found, one with a gothic W letter in gray-she looked shocked for a moment

-h-how did you...

-well, I haven't told you all the true- he said- really, I work with the police, we lost that usb and we need it back.- that wasn't a lie...in part.

-Oh yeah?- she looked at him suspiciously- I don't know, you don't look like a cop to me.

-I'm not cop, I 'm just in charge of the computers- he showed her a fake identification and she seemed to believe it- so could you please give me the usb back? That way everyone at the station will be a lot relieved.

-Sure, I have to go get it from my apartment first so please meet me here in an hour- she wrote dawn a direction in a paper and handed it to L.

-Okay, thanks.

-oh, by the way,my name is Xana- she said before left.

-a pleasure, I'm Leo.- he said checking the false name in the identification without her noticing.

Well, in an hour he would have that usb back and and everything would go back to normal. When he was going to left the church, he looked back at the aisle for a moment and saw it: there was a daffodil under Karen's picture. He had been so distracted questioning Xana to know if she had found the missing usb that he hadn't noticed the man letting the flower there.

God, he had known that girl for fifteenth minutes and she was already giving him troubles and interfering in his investigation. "And to think I thought she was pretty...a nuisance is what she is" he thought annoyed " I can't wait to losing her of view definitively" .

If only he had known, it wasn't going to be so easy...

Xana entered her apartment and looked in her room for the usb, she picked it and put it in her bag. She then changed her black jacket for a violet one, she liked colors but she thought it would be more respectful to go to the homily only in black and white. She then hurried to the meeting spot.

Said place was a nearby cafe, she had choose it in hopes of convincing Leo to have a coffee with her and so try to get information out of him.

She arrived and saw him waiting at the door .

-hey, let's go inside- she offered animatedly – we can have a coffee or something and you told me how is it that the police go around losing important information- she said the last part in a joking tone.

-no, I can't- he said plainly- I really have to go

-ow, please?- she tried the stupid innocent girl trick, that usually worked with boys. She used it when she needed help with something or needed to borrow something- pretty please?

-you are not used to no, right?- well, it looks like he was immune because his expression hadn't changed a bit, in fact he looked almost annoyed at her- just give me the usb so I can go.

-Okaay,- she said handing him the usb- you don't need to be so rude, you know.

-Whatever- he put the usb in his jean pocket and turned to leave

-hey, you could say thanks or by or something!- he just waved vaguely at her without looking back- what's with him?-she muttered to herself- he looked nice back in the church and now he transformed into an arsehole.

Xana decided to have a coffee anyway and was about to enter the cafe when a waitress came out and asked her if she was Xana. She nodded and the waitress gave her an envelope.

-A man told me to give you this, he said to tell you he is a friend and that you will know who it is when you read the note.

-how was that man?- she asked

- mm really tall, I didn't saw him very well but he was dressed in black and had a raspy voice, that it say anything to you?- answered the waitress.

-Maybe..thanks- said Xana puzzled, she took the envelope and opened it, inside it there was a flower and a note, she had seen that flower before...she read the note.

'dear Xana, don't you know that curiosity killed the cat?you know too much for your own good little cat'

then, she remembered where she had seen that flower, it was the same of the murders victims. Fear got her, the murderer knew about her and that note was clearly a threat. She looked ahead and saw Leo(recently the arsehole) turning the corner of the street, she ran after him. He worked with the police after all, maybe he could help her.

-Hey! Wait!, wait please!- he didn't even turned, like if she was talking to another person "what an arsehole!" Xana ran faster and catch him by his t-shirt – I said...wait- she repeated out of breath. He finally stopped and looked back at her.

-Could you please let go of me?-he requested tonelessly

-no, I need your help- she showed him the envelope with the note and the flower- the waitress said a man told her to give this to me.

-What?- his eyes were wide now- let me see

she gave him the envelope and he examined it, the note and the flower for a few moments.

-there's no doubt – he said after a while-the murderer sent you this, and it looks he doesn't like you inquiring.

-But, how does he know?-she hated how scared she sounded

-he was at the church, he probably heard you talking with Mrs. Stevenson

-wait, how do you know he was there?

-Because after you left I saw that someone have left a daffodil under Karen's picture

-oh, so this flower is a daffodil

-congratulations, you reached a conclusion- he couldn't help the sarcasm, this was bad. At first it wasn't so important that she had read those documents, but now the murderer knew about her and knew she was in possession of privileged information about the investigation's development and that was very dangerous. Dangerous for Xana, for the investigation and even for him because the murderer surely saw them talking too.

-I reach conclusions easily very often, thankyouverymuch- she replied angry.- why are you looking at me like that? Uh?answer me you arsehole! - for a girl with that barbie looks she could have a really awful language.

-I'm pondering what to do with you now- he said - fine, there's no other way, you're coming with me.

-What?- she looked scandalized- not a chance I wanna go to the police station.

-Yes, and they will send you home with a couple of cops at your door that wont be of any use because the murderer would find a way to enter without they noticing and then I'll have a problem. No, you come with me

-the police witness protection service worked very well last time I checked- she said stubbornly.

-I don't have time for this, come on- L commanded her

-and if I say no? What are you going to do?- she looked at him defiantly and he weighed his options, then grabbed her arm and started to walk. She tried to free her arm, but he was stronger (although that fucking manicured nails were really scratching his hand).

-Let me go! You were lying, I know! You don't work with the police,I'll scream rape!- she threatened in a hush.

Now that would be a problem and attract to much attention, he have wanted to wait for a safer place to tell her but he would have to do it now. He stopped and turned to look back at her, or better dawn, because even with heels she was shorter than him even though his slouch.

-Fine, I'm going to tell you who I am so you stop making a fuss, believe it or not, but if you tell someone else I'll show you the meaning of 'problems' , understood?

She nodded nervously, and then he leaned near her ear so no one else would listen and muttered- I'm L

she gasped shocked and her eyes widened, the thing was she believed it, it made sense because the usb was his, that for sure , how would have him known about it if not?the W letter must stand for Watari. And all the amount of information it contained...yeah, she decided to believe it.

-Okay, I'll go with you then.

So, here is the first chapter, I apologize for any grammatic or spelling mistake.

I don't know what else to say here, i'm really bad with author's notes so I just hope you enjoyed this first chapter, and there will be more coming soon. Please, not insulting comments if someone doesn't like it, then just don't read. Let's live and let others live.