Angie: So I thought of this. I so proud of myself!

Rosy: I'm proud of you too my little 15 year old!

Angie: SHHHH!

Rosy: it was angies bday on Tuesday last week

Angie: Yes! ON WITH THE STORY!

Julie and Sarah (Chris came up with the names xD) were slipping on their T shirts and sandals getting ready to go. They were just about ready for their next adventure. They loved to go play outside whenever they saw each other. Being around the ages of 13-17, they were unusually childish. In fact, today's adventure was going down in the wash by their home in Vail, Arizona to play in the fresh mud. On the way out, they grabbed a container for frogs and a cell phone, in case they needed to call someone. As they climbed down some rocks and Julie slipped, but caught herself before she could get seriously injured. They continued on down the rocky paths, joking about the occasional animal that would scare the crap out of them. When they finally reached the large amount of muddy water, they quickly but steadily made their way towards it. Sarah put the phone and container down in the dry sand, the phone resting inside of the clear container. Then they raced each other into the water. Julie screamed because of the coldness as she got deeper. Sarah laughed at her friend, following her into the deeper water. Julie splashed at Sarah, who just laughed. As soon as Sarah went to splash Julie back, Julie had a horrified look on her face.

"What is it?" Sarah asked, confused as to why her friend looked pale. Julie just pointed behind Sarah, making said person turn. Sarah stared for a moment before she screamed, Julie joining her. They rushed out of the murky water to get away from the floating cadaver.

Brennan and Booth were both exhausted after work and were currently having breakfast at the little diner by the Smithsonian. They were chatting about redundant things when Booth got a call on his cell. It was Cam calling to inform them that they had another case and were expected on a plane to Arizona as soon as possible. Reluctantly the couple got up and went home to pack. They met up an hour later at the air port. Brennan had everything she needed with her and Booth just brought some clothes. They boarded the airplane and were debriefed on the reason why they were going in the first place. In the first class cabin only held six other men other then themselves. They were all wearing expensive suits and were talking amongst themselves. One looked particularly young, he looked to be in his late twenties early thirties. The others looked more experienced. And the way one especially old guy was looking back at Booth suspiciously. Finally after what seemed like hours the young one decided to converse with them.

"Hi I'm Matsuda! Who are you guys, and er girl?" Booth gave Matsuda a glare, but held out his hand.

"Sicily Booth. This is Doctor Temprance Brennan," he said, firmly shaking Matsuda's hand.

"Really? Doctor Brennan? I've read your book!" He said excitedly, sitting down next to Brennan. She smiled.

"That's great to know, considering that you don't look like you would be able to comprehend it at all. No offence or anything." Matsuda deflated slightly but was quick to perk back up.

"That was fast. Usually when she insults people, they get angry." Matsuda merely shrugged it off.

"I'm used to being insulted by someone much smarter then me anyway. This isn't any different. Only he's a bit more brutally honest." Brennan gave him a skeptical look as if challenging the fact that there could have been a more honest then what she just said. Matsuda looked back at his associates and turned back to Brennan and Booth. He took out a small slip of paper and handed it to Booth.

"That will explain everything…" He said, before getting up and sitting back down in his real seat. Brennan looked curious as Booth opened the note and read out loud, but in a whisper to where only him and Brennan:

"Agent Booth and Dr Brennan,

You were both chosen to be representatives for me on this case. Booth, as you probably have heard, I have asked this of another FBI agent that is known as Naomi Misora. I have worked with her some time ago. Brennan, I have read your book in my little spare time and I find the forensic work extremely intriguing, so I have chosen you to help with finding the serial killer. Also, I will provide someone who knows the mind of a serial killer well. I have chosen to communicate with you over computer. The group of people who have had this note given to you is also to be of use to you out on the 'field' as you FBI agents call it. Do not touch any of the evidence when you get there. Wait until given direction to do so.

-L"

The note was typed, making it a lot harder to figure out who actually sent it. Booth looked up at them, knowing how dangerous it was to go by the name L. Matsuda smiled and waved. Then the older man stood and over with a laptop. He set it in front of them. On the screen was a white screen with a large L in old English font. The older man walked away then and allowed the agent and anthropologist some privacy.

"Hello." The voice was altered so differently, but it wasn't difficult to understand what was being said.

"I am L," it continued, the alteration making it hard to discern if it was male or female. Much like the Grave Digger, but much worse. There was more then one voice alteration.

"I have chosen you for hearing about how well you are at solving crimes. Mainly, I choose those of whom I know and trust, but I also look at reputation. Agent Sicily Booth, you served in the military and are currently with the FBI. Last year, you served again for your country and met a reporter and you were seeing each other for quite sometime, but then you stopped. Dr Brennan, you are currently pregnant. Most likely it is Booth's child. You are an active anthropologist and writer. But you already know all of this. I do not feel the need to explain what you already know. I am a very busy person so this will have to be quick. You already know what you are headed for. The killer is going to be cold and calculating. Be ready for anything. The killer will most likely be much like the Grave Digger, but much more intelligent. Do not miss anything. Good luck," and with that, the L on the screen disappeared and it was just white. Booth was stunned. He, a mere FBI agent, got the privilege to work with L.

"I've never heard that much about L. Who is he?" Brennan asked. Booth gave her a look of disbelief.

"He's the greatest detective in the world. There are three. Not sure who the other two are, but L is actually first in the three. Personally, I feel their the same person, but I can't confirm that. To work with L is like being able to stay in the White House for a year like you were the President, but better because he's extremely brilliant," Booth explained looking like all the clowns in the world had just been murdered. Brennan nodded, curious as to how someone could possibly be the best detective in the world.

"Did you know that L has solved over thirty five hundred cases? Can you imagine how quickly he gets them done?" Booth asked, looking absolutely amazed.

"You look so inspired right now, Booth. It's a little scary seeing you this excited over a person," Brennan said, her eyes analyzing the way Booth seemed to react to talking to L.

After the old man, who they soon learned was named Soichiro Yagami, took back the laptop, they waited for the flight to end. When it did, they had to get rooms at a hotel. As soon as that was finished, the sun was setting. Pink, orange and yellow stretched across the Arizona skies. Brennan watched the sun set and was told the crime scene would be examined tomorrow since the flight was long and the time difference was a problem. Brennan and Booth went down to a restaurant that Matsuda suggested. It was a pizza place called Argenziano's. The pizza was superb. In fact, Booth couldn't get enough of it. The people were real friendly in the restaurant and they had wonderful conversation, even though Brennan was confusing Matsuda most of the time. When Booth and Brennan returned to the hotel, they showered and went to bed. They had to get as much sleep as possible for examining the crime scene.