Flashback...

Marisol didn't look up from her book when the front door opened and closed. She sighed gazing down at the head that was now in her lap.

"I'm back…" L said looking up at her.

"Welcome home…" she sighed. "How's the investigation going?"

"Fine…I think I know who Kira is…though it's going to be difficult to prove it…" L sighed pressing his thumb to his lips in thought.

"I wish you wouldn't do that, it makes you look even more infantile then normal. It's enough that you wear clothes that make you look like a four year old" she sighed running her fingers through his hair.

"I thought that was one of the things you loved about me…"

Marisol flushed pulling her hand away. "…Wh…Who said anything about…love anyway?! To me you're just a nuisance!"

"Don't be so cold!" he whimpered, sitting up.

"Whatever! What to eat?" She blushed heading into the kitchen.

"Hmmm…do we have anymore of that cherry cake?"

"I meant real food. God, I'm surprised you haven't eaten yourself into a diabetic coma by now…"Marisol sighed. L made a rude noise with his tongue.

"Brat!"

L looked at her thoughtfully, he got up, following her into the kitchen.

"Have you finally decided what you want to ea…?"

Marisol was cut off by L's lips closing around hers. She dropped the skillet she was holding. His clever tongue snaked into her mouth. Her knees felt weak and if it wasn't for the stove she would have collapsed. L pulled back, gazing into her half-lidded eyes.

"…It's just as I thought…"

"…Wh…What…?" She sighed.

"You do taste sweeter…"

With that he went into his room and shut the door.

...End Flashback

Marisol hummed as she rocked the twins in the cradle.

"…They're beautiful…" she heard L over her shoulder. She smiled softly.

"They're ours…"

"Will they be able to see me?"

"The girl will, most definitely…the boy will see you for a time…but…as he grows older…"

"…It's somewhat painful…to see your children but not be able to raise them…and you…you will grow older while I stay frozen in time"

"…L…" Marisol began, but he had vanished. She sighed closing her eyes.

Flashback...

"Moshi moshi?"

"Marisol-san, this is your downstairs neighbor..."

"...Oh, hello"

"...I just thought you should know, your boyfriend was standing outside in the rain when I got home from work..."

"He's not my boyfriend...thanks for telling me, he's such a freak, he did that all the time back home..." Marisol sighed.

"...Is he gonna be okay?"

"He's fine...stupid...but fine...I'll be right down to get him, thanks!"

Hanging up the phone, she sighed again, pulling on a rain coat and boots. Sure enough, L was standing outside the building in the rain. His eyes were vacant, the look he always had when he was deep in thought.

"Goddamit, Ryuzaki!" Marisol cried. He looked up at her with the expression of a deer caught in headlights.

"I'm not coming out there to get you this time! Get your ass in here before you catch another cold, you idiot!"

He paused for a moment before coming over to her.

"Honestly, what's your problem, anyway?" She sighed, rubbing a towel through his hair. "You what happened the last time you did something like this. You almost died from the fever!"

"...Maybe...I did die..." L said softly.

"Nani?!"

"...Shinigami...they're real..."

"...L...you're scaring me..." Marisol began.

"...For such a thing to exist...maybe I am dead. This world...filled with so much crime...so much pain...where a petty criminal can be hailed as a god...perhaps...this is hell" He smirked sardonically.

"Don't say that!" Marisol cried. L looked up at her as if he had just realized she was still in the room.

"You talking crazy talk! Of course you alive! I've been around spirits long enough to tell the difference!...Besides..." she continued in a a softer tone. "...We're together...so how can this be hell?"

She blushed under L's insomniac gaze.

"...You're right..." he sighed, lowering his head.

"...are...you okay now?" She asked taking his face in her hands so she could inspect him. L gazed into her eyes, leaning forward, he kissed her softly.

"L!" she cried pulling away. "Jeez! I try to be nice and you pick on me!"

"...Marisol..." he took her hand placing in back on his cold cheek. "...Please stay with me a little longer..."

"...You're...so cold..." she flushed. L's obsidian eyes glinted as he looked up at her.

"Then warm me up..."

Their lips met again and this time, Marisol didn't pull away.