(A/N): Thank you for your reviews! You make me want to write more...thanks! By the way, Watari's profile says that he established Wammy House which is only ONE of the MANY orphanages he established. Let's say Wammy House is the house of geniuses while Ivy House (which I made up) is another orphanage. The following profile of L is a fake one.

CHAPTER 3

A week later, Jared Griffith received a message from Danuve.

Jared Griffith,

I have found your father's lost son. His name is Elias Inoue. He was taken to the orphanage, Ivy House, located in Edinburgh, Scotland. The security there is tight in order to protect the identities of the children – all victims of domestic violence.

Elias Inoue has lived in Japan for the last ten years. He is a professional hacker. I have contacted him and arranged a trip to London. You shall expect him tomorrow morning.

Danuve

Jared stroked his chin and leaned comfortably in his chair. Good job, Danuve. I didn't think you would find him in just a week. You truly are one of the world's greatest detectives.

He quickly contacted the household help. "Please have the largest spare bedroom prepared. We will expect a very special guest. Oh, and Lara, when you deliver my father's tea, be a dear and tell him we've found his son."

...

"WOOOW, I've never been outside of the country before!" Misa exclaimed. "It's so beautiful in England! Oh, oh, I can see the Houses of Parliament and that giant clock tower!"

"Big Ben," Light grumbled. He dragged his and Misa's luggage through their hotel room door and kicked them aside. He hadn't slept well since they boarded the plane, and it the spectacular view outside didn't help.

"Ohhh Light, our first time to sleep together!" Misa pounced on her exhausted boyfriend.

"Excuse me?" Light said.

"No, I mean our first time to sleep in the same room since Ryuza – I mean Elias shackled you up," the blonde giggled. "Unless...you really wanna..."

"H-hey, Elias is here!" Light ran and greeted the young detective. "So, today's the day, huh?



"Yes. Yes it is," L said dryly. "I'm quite excited."

"You don't sound very excited," Light said. "So, professional hacker huh?"

"Yes, I thought it would be appropriate for my...look. Also, it would give me an excuse to be hesitant to walk outside or show my face to the public."

"Nice touch." Light gave L a friendly punch. "Good luck out there, Elias."

"There is no such thing as luck," L replied. He took a toffee from Misa's pillow and chewed on it happily. "We are already one step ahead of the enemy."

...

A week before Danuve's reply to Jared, the Griffith's butler won the jackpot in the local lottery. Luckily for the household, a kind old man made himself available immediately. He arranged the quarters for the special guest and made sure that the entire mansion had wiretaps and hidden cameras connected to the task force in the hotel.

Well, Lawliet, Watari mused while secretly installing the last camera. I'll be watching over you. Nobody will harm you here.

...

Sheadon, the limousine driver, was like a British Matsuda, L thought. He loved talking. Nevertheless, he was intelligent and kept him fed during the long drive towards the Griffin estate.

"And here's the Griffin's lake to your left. See, it doesn't really have a name, but my little girl wants to call it Lake of Shining Waters, just like Anne of Green Gables. She's a wide reader, she is."

"I'd want to meet her," L said politely.

"You will, sir. She and her mum work in the household. We live near the mansion – you could visit if you wish." Sheadon's bright smile could be seen on the rear mirror.

"I would love to," L smiled back. He tried his best to sit in the "normal" way, as Misa put it, but he found it increasingly uncomfortable. He hugged his knees to his chest and sipped tea.

"Finally, there is the Griffin estate, the mansion and the garden in all their glory," Sheadon piped. "I've been working for the Griffiths for as long as I can remember. I used to tend to the garden when my father was the driver."

"The place seems quiet," L's eyes focused on the wild roses wrapping themselves around the facade of the house like snakes enveloping their prey. Death loomed over the house, L felt. Although he was sure his father was still alive, he couldn't help feeling an early sense of loss.

...



Jared made sure he arrived home thirty minutes before Sheadon arrived with Elias. He had been told that the boy liked sweets (courtesy of Danuve's profile), so he had stacked the limousine's mini fridge with pastries and chocolates, including his personal favourite, mint cakes.

He was pacing the front lawn of the mansion when he heard the vehicle approach. The tires created a pleasant noise on the cobalt driveway. Cobalt was a symbol of a town's wealth in Spain. He father chose the materials well.

Although a picture was not provided with Elias' profile, Jared had an idea of what to expect. Since the boy was a professional hacker, he would have eye bags from staring at the computer screen too long and staying up all night. Perhaps he would even have glasses.

His hair would be jet-black because their father's hair was of that colour and Elias' mother was half-Japanese. Definitely jet-black. And what of the eyes? Would they be elegantly shaped Asian eyes? Or would they be nicely rounded like their father's? He would have to find out.

The limousine came to a halt in front of him. Sheadon, cheerful and smiling as always, greeted the Griffith master and opened the door for the guest.

Jared stared, momentarily forgetting his manners. L noted that this was the reaction he got from Chief Yagami's task force. He had to get used to that.

The older brother slapped himself on the forehead and approached Elias. "Silly me, I've forgotten to greet you. I am..."

"Jared," L finished for him. "And of course, I am Elias Inoue, your half-brother."

Jared was impressed with the younger man's alert tone, despite his monotonous voice. Elias' hunched shoulders and his fragile form may be deceiving.

"Kindly come inside," Jared took L's arm and led him through the large oak doors. "Sheadon, please take Mr. Inoue's bag to his room."

"Ah, sir, I'll take care of that," Watari, under the guise of the Griffith's new butler, volunteered. "I am Burt Garyson, the butler. You can call me Burt. I will always be at your service." The kind old man gave him a wink.

"Very well then," Elias nodded politely. "Thank you, Burt."

Inside the mansion, a long and winding staircase greeted their sights. The floor was made of marble - -

L's absorption of his surrounding was interrupted by Jared.

"We would require your DNA sample to match with our father's, but that is...simply for formality's sake," Jared gave him a poster boy smile that reminded L of Light.



"But I do believe that you are my half-brother," Jared eyed L's pockets full of treats. "For who else would be able to consume so many sweets and never gain any weight?"

A wink.

L's right eye twitched. Jared's pockets were overflowing with mint cakes.