"Guys, check this out!" Freddie Benson called to his two friends from his comfortable seat on Carly's couch.

"What's shakin, bacon?" Carly asked happily, sauntering through into the living room with a glass of lemonade in her hand.

Sam followed close behind, saying through a mouthful of fat cake, "Mf, bacon? Where?" Causing Carly to snort and giggle.

"Look." Freddie said, holding up his laptop. "This Kira guy is killing criminals all over the world, just by looking them up on the internet. Sam swallowed, and she and Carly skim-read the news article. "Oh..." Carly gasped, muttering, "Sam's mom is in jail..."

"My mom's not the only one with a criminal record," Sam said shakily. Carly and Freddie's eyes widened, as they remembered the numerous occasions on which they had gone to film iCarly, only to find that the blonde was in juvie for assaulting someone with the lid of a smoothie cup. Could Sam be next in line for Kira's ruthless killings?

"Hold on..." Carly pondered her friend's predicament, and suddenly her face lit up with a mischievous smile. "Guys, I have an idea." She turned on the heels of her Converse and dashed up the stairs, yelling, "SPEEENCEER!"

Spencer Shay, was at that moment, clutching two potatoes as if his life depended on it. Well, in his mind, they did. These potatoes were the finishing details on a sculpture requested by a very rich salesman, and it had to be perfect.

"What?!" He yelled, as Carly came hurtling through the door. "What's the name of that one foreign cousin we have?" She asked, not even bothering to ask why he was grasping two lumpy yellow vegetables, (were they veggies?) after all, she had seen weirder.

"Who, Fernandez?" He said, attempting to blow a strand of his slightly long hair out of his eyes.

Carly shook her head. "No... It's like... Matsi or something?"

Spencer smiled in recognition. "Ah, Matsuda! Touta Matsuda! He's a detective in Japan!"

"Yeah, I know. Do you have his cell number?" Carly asked, tapping her foot impatiently. "Yeah, it's in my contacts." Spencer replied, gesturing to his pear shaped smartphone on a nearby table with a nod of his head. Carly snatched up the phone and ran back downstairs, and her brother yelled after her, "WAIT! CARLY! I NEED A SMOOTHIE!"

Matsuda's phone rang in his pocket as he sped walked towards Task Force HQ. Pulling the small phone out of his suit pocket, he looked at the number. He didn't recognize it. I-it couldn't be Kira, could it?!

He shook his head, mentally chiding himself for being so panicky. Quickly, he answered it. "H-hello? This is Matsuda."

"Hey, Matsuda! It's Carly, Carly Shay!" A cheery teenage girl said. Matsuda smiled, remembering his little cousin. "Oh, hi Carly! I haven't seen you since you were like, six! You're like, fifteen now, right?"

"Mhm! So... You're a detective over in Japan right?" Carly asked. "Uh... yeah, why?"

"Freddie was reading about the Kira case, and we were wondering if you knew anything about it. We need help." Carly was serious now, her voice pleading.

"H-help? Why?" Matsuda asked, not sure if L would want him telling anyone about the case.

"Our friend, Sam, has a bit of a bad reputation with the cops. We're worried that Kira might target her." Carly replied.

Matsuda gasped, and sputtered, "I-I can see what I can do down at HQ, I'll talk to the chief. But I don't really know if I can do much, I'm fairly new in this division." He refrained from telling her that he was actually at the centre of the Kira investigation.

"Yeah... thanks, Matsuda." Carly sighed, sounding less hopeful by the minute.

"Bye." Matsuda said, hanging up the phone. As he entered the Task Force headquarters, he promised himself that he would talk to L. For his cousin. For Carly.