Hey people!

I didn't get any reviews last chapter but thank you to the people who put me on story alert.

As I said L might be a little OOC.

Summary: This is set a few years before the Kira case. L is 19 almost 20 and already the top detective in the world. Why? Because, I can. When he meets a mysterious girl who's a lot like him. What is the story behind this girl? Who is she? Who is she running from and why? And most importantly can the world's greatest detective answer these questions and save her?

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, how ever sad it may be. But in reality would I be writing Fanfiction if I did?

Anyway thanks to those who tuned in last chapter. So here is the next installment in the story.

This chapter is set on Tez's eighteenth birthday. I'm just winging it let's see what happens. =^.^=

Chapter 2-Basketcases and Buttercream

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One for the Show

Last Chapter:

He gave a short nod though I'm sure I saw confusion in his eyes. And indeed things were about to get very interesting. This may or may not be a case but a challenge, yes. And I ha just accepted it. Oh, indeed I had just accepted it. I, L, the world's detective, would find out just who Riza really was. This was going to be, dare I say it, fun.

(TJ POV)

I was sleeping soundly in the slightly cleaner hotel room I had rented last night. Then from somewhere in the distance I heard a song playing. Still in the grips of the murky waters of sleep I ignored it and sighed in content as it silenced itself. I dove back in to my dream world until the annoying thing began to play again. I cracked my eyes open and focused before I realized that it was my cell phone and the song was Fur Alice. I pulled myself from the warmth of the bed and over to the table where my silver and blue flip phone lay. I picked it up and looked at the ID. It was a number I didn't recognize. Not alert enough to be cautious I flipped it open and pressed it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Yes, is this Riza?"

Who else would answer Riza's phone this early? Oh, right she doesn't exist. I thought to myself.

"Uh, yeah it is, who may I ask is calling?"

"It's Lars; we met a few days ago at the café."

I searched my memories and then remembered the dark haired boy and giving him my number.

"Oh, yes, I remember."

"Well, Riza I was actually calling to ask if you had plans for the day or if we could meet." He said and I could swear I heard something that sounded vaguely close to hopefulness in his voice.

I looked at the clock on the wall which told me cheerfully that it was October 15th and 8:45 am. My birthday, my eighteenth birthday to be exact.

"Uhm, yes I'm free when did you want to meet? And where?"

"I would like to meet as soon as possible, would you like something eat?"

My stomach grumbled in agreement with his plan. Breakfast did sound good.

"Uhm, yeah actually I just have to shower and get dressed. Where do you want to meet?"

"How about Karoz, at 9:30?"

"Sounds good Lars, see ya there."

After that I hung up the phone thinking that this was the first time in two years I was going out with someone and I was even on my birthday. I shook the thought out of my head and let the hot water flow over me. Maybe I was reading too much in to it. Well only one way to find out.

(L POV)

I sat in Karoz Café dropping sugar cubes in to my coffee awaiting the arrival 'Riza'. When we met she had mentioned that she was almost eighteen I wonder when her birthday is. I look up when I hear the bell above the door ring. When I do I see Riza she is wearing a long-sleeved black shirt with silver streaks across it, black jeans, and black boots. Her silver eyes, hidden behind dark glasses, searched the room then land on me in the back booth.

When she reached me a smile lit her face as she took off the offending glasses. Then I noticed a backpack slid off her shoulder. Student maybe? I assessed her as she greeted me. I smiled and returned it handing her a menu.

"Order anything you please."

"Thanks, I'm starving and still a bit loopy from sleep."

Then her eyes lit on the coffee tray I had ordered and she grabbed the extra cup and filled it and after adding sugar and milk she inhaled the rich aroma. She looked very content as she sipped the coffee and glanced over the menu. I found myself enthralled and enchanted by her.

Just then the waitress, a very hyper and overly cheerful woman, came to our table.

"What can I get you two?"

Riza looked up from the menu and gave the woman a smile.

"Chocolate chip pancakes with the hazelnut cream syrup and the bowl of mixed berries, please." She said and then turned to me.

I looked at the waitress.

"Chocolate cake and strawberries, please."

"All right, I'll be back with your orders in a few minutes."

After she left I turned back to Riza who was sketching something. I looked at it and it appeared to be a man. He wore a suit and an evil expression as my eyes traveled down I saw what she was actually working on was a picture of a young girl sitting at a window. This intrigues me. Then I remember I wanted to ask her a question.

"Riza, you said it was close to your birthday the other day. When is your birthday? If I may ask."

She looks at me as if deciding whether or not it's safe to answer.

"Today, actually." She replies.

I'm a bit shocked also there is something in the back of my mind that I perhaps read somewhere.

"Happy Birthday." I reply still thinking.

Our food arrives. We chat and eat. She is exceptionally bright and seems to know a lot about computers. When I ask about her family she changes the subject. After we finish eating and the food is paid for we walked out.

"Do you have any special plans for the rest of the day?"

She shakes her head. "No, I don't think so I haven't exactly been here long so I don't know many people."

"Would you be against spending the day with me?"

(TJ POV)

He asked me if I would be against spending the day with him. I thought about it and for some reason I would be against it.

"No, of course not Lars. I'd love to. It's been a while since I've been around someone close to my age for a while."

"Oh? Is that so? Well, I'm happy to keep you company."

Throughout the entire day we talked and joked. We went to an open air mall and I bought a beautiful book, leather bound and all, and a small plush wolf. Lars was amazing to hang out with. Then the sky started growing dark and I decided to head home.

"Hey Lars, I have to go but call me sometime." I smiled and gave him a hug. It seemed to shock him but I felt him return it.

"I will Riza, be safe, okay?"

I pulled back and smiled at him. I'm always careful but never safe. I thought to myself.

"I will be." I said as I smiled and turned to leave.

I was thinking about Lars as I was walking through an alley to avoid being seen. This was the ritzy side of town where all the five stars were. I turned a corner playing the day back in my head. But suddenly I felt something crack against my head. As I fell to the ground I was hit again. My eyes were bleary as I looked around and my eyes locked onto familiar steel blue ones.

"D-damion?" was my muddled response.

"Yes Tezira, it's me. Happy Birthday." His laugh filled my ears as my consciousness fled.

I'm going to die this is the end. I thought. I just wish I could say goodbye to Lars. That was my last thought before the abyss consumed me.

(L POV)

Watari was driving and then I saw a suited man and some thugs follow a girl down an alley. I had Watari stop as I got out and followed them. Watari assured me that he would be close behind.

When I walked in I saw the girl crumpled on the ground and the suited man walking away.

"Excuse me but what is going on?"

All five heads turned to face me. I recognized the suited man.

"You there," I said pointing to him, "your name is Damion Riker is it not?"

"Yes, what of it?"

I press my thumb to my lips.

"I've spoken with you before."

"I sincerely doubt it."

"I have and tell those men they have precisely two minutes to release that girl."

He snorted and walked toward the street. Of course a fight ensued of course they lost. But before running away the last miscreant stabbed the girl. After he fled the scene Watari and I walked over to check the damage. Watari looked at me then down to the wound.

"Superficial. Deep but just a skin wound."

I knelt down and turned the girl over. Riza. But why? I got my answer as Watari studied her face.

"L, do you know this young woman?"

I nodded and told him that she was with whom I had spent the day. He nodded and pulled on the hem of her shirt raising it. His eyes widened when he examined her side to see if the ribs were broken. Then he looked up to me.

"What color are her eyes?" Okay, odd question.

"Silver." I couldn't wrap my mind around why that mattered now. "Why do you ask Watari?"

"Because L, the girl in your arms is none other than Tezira-Jade St. Cloud, heiress to St. Cloud enterprises. And presumed dead."

I looked down on to the face of the girl. I had once said this was going to be interesting but, I do not believe that interesting covers it. I think that I just took on one of the most high profile cases to date. And I would solve it.

Well guys there is chapter two tell me what ya think. Review you know you wanna.

-Rockangel777