The grown male members of the SPK looked at the newest member with shock and complete curiosity. (The only one not surprised was Halle, who had escorted the new member to the headquarters.) The newest member, obviously hand picked by Near himself, stood about 150 centimeters and weighed 35 kilograms, and looked to be about ten years old, at least.

This new member was shocking because they were a girl.

She sat stiffly on her chair like a porcelain doll, her long and sleek black locks of hair held back by white ribbons, her large hazel eyes gazing about her, never focusing on one thing at a time, blinking every so often as if it would help her remember it, murmuring "Click," each time she did.

When she finally focused on the men staring at her, she finally spoke:

"Where's Near-kun? Where's Nate? He said he'd be here soon…" She murmured, tears on the verge of forming.

And the SPK men were praying like hell that Near would arrive soon, because nothing tears down your self esteem like the realization that you can't stop a small, confused girl from crying.

"Here I am, Jenna." A calm, collected voice called from the doorway, causing the small girl's tears to evaporate instantly.

"Natie!" Jenna cried happily, running to the white haired, thirteen year old boy that weighed and measured 5 more metric units than her, respectively.

"Jenna, I thought I told you not to call me 'Natie'. I could send you back to Whammy's house if you do that again." Near heaved a sigh as Jenna looked at him, skeptical.

"You need me too much to do that, Nate. That's why I'm here- to help you." Jenna declared, dutifully, smiling widely up at Near, knowing he couldn't argue with logic.

"Should I introduce you to everyone?" He whispered to her in French, the language Jenna usually wrote and spoke in, despite being raised speaking and writing English.

"I already know everyone- they are very nice. Mr. Rester offered to go get you if you didn't come sooner." She whispered back, blushing as Near began to chide her for pitching a fit.

Jenna grinned at Near and he gave her a secret, small smile back, both of them knowing why Jenna had joined the SPK, besides her talent for art and her photographic memory that would come in handy later in the investigation.

"Tu es mon meilleur ami." Jenna murmured to Near, reaching up to hold one of his snowy locks of hair.

"Tu es mon amour d'enfance, Jenna."

"Je serai avec toi pour toujours?" Jenna asked and smiled, knowing that Near would say what he always said when she asked:

"J'espère que vous serez avec moi pour toujours."

"Je l'espère aussi!" Jenna happily cried, causing the SPK members to wonder what Near was whispering to the young girl. (And also causing them to wonder what they were saying.)

Near and Jenna smiled at each other before both whispering at the same time to each other:

"Je t'aime trop, mon chéri. Je t'aimerai toujours."


Author's note: Phew! Wow, writing French can be a bit confusing. (Sorry, but you'll have to look the French phrases up. Forgive me!) O.K. This resulted from-1: being bored and deciding that Near needed a little girlfriend. 2: being on a Death Note kick for a while. And 3: being way too tired. (Fear the power of sleepiness!)

This works for an o.k. one-shot, but I'm tempted to make a big story out of it. You tell me- should I make this into an actual story? Or shall this story stay as a sappy (in my own opinion!) little one-shot.

You decide.

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