Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. Nor do I own any of its characters [sadly.

This is my first fic ever. EVER. So don't hate me if it's not the best, okie? Enjoy!

Epilogue:

Penelope watched him pace every single day. And when she meant paced, she meant more than pace. She meant 'Walk rapidly across an invisible, multi-colored lighted line while waving hands in air as things and were thrown around the room' paced. The type of pace that is dangerous and seductive all in one move, a pace that entrances and frightens in the same swing.

She loved watching him pace. Of all the things Mello did, and he did quite a few things in retrospect, Mello paced the best, and Penelope would bet any of her illegal Southern pesos on that.

Mello was currently frustrated about Near's most current upstage on the Kira case- upset and secretly scared, truth be told. Of all the people that stayed in this sun-forgotten rat hole, she suspected that she knew him the second best. First being the ever sociable technopath Matt, of course. They both knew that the thing he hated the most was being upstaged by Near, and the pace Near was setting was fatiguing to the point of exhaustion for poor Mello.

"Ackers!" The shout was followed by the proverbial crash of an expensive object, most likely acquired in Chinatown.

"Yes, Sir?" She raised her eyes to meet his enraged ones.

"Have...have Matt bring me the files I asked for earlier. I don't want any of his fucking 'I can't upload it fast enough because I don't have the latest Mac' shit either. Tell him to get them here fucking now."

His out of breath attitude pleased her secretly, and she flinched outwardly to please him, scurrying off with a silent but happy giggle.

"Pip." Penelope had been so happy that she hadn't noticed running past Matt's darkened room, and began to mentally chide herself for her empty headedness. Matt rolled his neck as they stared at each other, one of those slow roles that you could both hear and feel the bones cracking in the roller's neck.

"Mello wants you to-"

"I heard, 'fucking now'. Go...do something, or he'll throw something at your head this time." Matt had an affectionate way of interjecting, both to poke fun at and protect Penelope, and she couldn't admire him more for it.

"He said there was a file he wanted from you."

Penelope refrained from smiling at the thought of Mello's violent demeanor from before. She didn't think it would ever get old. It was always something that she would lust after. But now probably wasn't the time. Matt said something again. Shit, she hated when she did that.

"What..?"

Matt wasn't suprised that she'd tuned him out. He knew she hadn't done it purposely, but it wasn't the only time it'd happened before. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Nothing. I'll print the files out for him now, I don't want to risk having to buy another PSP."

A giggle escaped the girl's lips. She ardently wished she was a witness to that story. Apparently Matt disobeyed Mello's orders to get chocolate, which resulted in an inch and a half large bullet hole in the screen of his hand held Playstation. When she heard, she'd laughed so hard that she snorted. She felt bad about it, still. But he didn't need to know that.

The room fell quiet, as the printer began to spit out pages upon pages of information that Penelope guessed was vital to the Kira investigation. The case itself had never really intrigued her, just Mello. She was content with just being there, by his side, helping him out in any way she could. Buying him chocolate, running errands for him and spending the night with him were probably the top three. She observed his work with the Kira case, and also tried to see how she could help him with that. After all, he could get really wrapped up in it.

Matt lit up a cigarette as he scanned over the printed files. He gave her a quick glance that said 'Go' and handed her the large wad of papers, which she took with astonishment. That was one presto printer, no crazy chefs involved.

Arms full of files Penelope ventured back in the room where Mello waited, impatiently.

"What the fuck took you so long?" his eyes flared with annoyance.

"Matt had to print it out." Penelope smiled, presenting the files to him.

"That slacking son of a bitch..." He cast the files down onto the table and began to look through them. After a few minutes passed, he unwrapped a bar of chocolate, gnawing a chunk off it. The smirk that ensued was malicious. Everything was going according to plan, then.

Penelope grinned at his pleasure. This could only get better.

This was just...er... a sampler. The very beginning, if you will. My friend helped me get this started, which is why the writing style changes somewhat. Please review and tell me how you liked it!