Chapter one: The task force; L's relief!
A man with messy black hair, a white, long sleeved shirt, and jeans on stared at a gigantic screen with an R on it.
"Remi... Can I help you?" He asked. The computer screen wavered slightly, and a computer-canoflauged, female voice spoke.
"L... How many times have I told you just to call me R?"
"Gomenasai." L responded, nodding at the screen.
"Now. I've scedualed an intire case-free week to fly out to Japan." Remi said, obviously irritated.
"What week are you flying out, Remi?" L asked. He could picture an angry face on her right about now.
"L...." She said murderously. Then, she stopped.
"I'm flying down from New York tomorrow."
"I see... Well, it's good to know that finally be able to meet face to face." L smiled to the screen.
"Yes." She responded. L looked around the empty hotel room.
"Um... You might be quite hungry when you get here... would you like me to make a reservation at a resturaunt?"
There was a long pause, until she spoke again.
".. Sure, that'd be great... Ryuzaki."
"Good. See you tommorrow then?" He asked, smiling widely at the computer.
"...Yes." Remi responded. Then, the R on the screen wavered out.
'That was much easier then I thought it was going to be.' L thought to himself, laying down on the couch, and pulling the blanket over himself.
'Thank god she's able to come out this time.'