"Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind." –William Shakespeare

By morning, I'm still sitting at the desk staring at computer screens. I look at the profiles before me. Light Yagami. The name stands out, though I am not certain why. He certainly is clever enough to pull off such a feat as Kira. Anne stumbles into the room yawning, and wraps her arms around my neck. I look up at her. Her hair is a mess, but it suits her wild and fiery personality. "What do you think? Who could this Kira be?" I ask her. She shrugs.

"Does it matter?" she yawns. "It's too early to think." She pouts and runs her fingers through my hair.

"We will never finish this case unless we get a lead," I remind her. She sighs and pulls up a chair. She studies the profiles same as I have all night.

"Light Yagami is a student, and he is intelligent, and close to the police," Anne points out.

"That, my dear, is exactly what I'm thinking," I agree. She looks at me, eyes narrowed.

"'My dear?'" she asks. I grab her hand.

"How are you feeling?" I inquire. She shrugs.

"I'll be okay," she replies.

"Do you remember when we first met? I told you that you could travel with me if you kept me company," I ask her. She smiles.

"I said I'd do anything to travel with a man such as you," she laughs. "I loved you even then." I brush back her hair with a sigh.

"I knew you did even then. You're looking better, you know," I reply. She looks down.

"Can we not do this? You'll compliment me, and I'll feel good about it, and then I'll remember that as you said, you're not a man of emotions," she pleads. I squeeze her hands.

"Anne, there is so much I wish I could just tell you," I mutter. She stands. There are tears in her eyes.

"Then just tell me, L. I have given you everything, and you give me material things in return, but what does that make me? Am I any more than your personal whore?" she cries. "I tell you every day that I love and you say you know, and remind me you will never feel the same way. What is this? Where are we going? I thought I could live with this, but if I have your child one day, I'll be reminded constantly that this child's father doesn't love its mother. I can't live like that." I stand, and grab her hands. I pull her close and kiss her, desperately.

"Then let's not let that happen," I tell her breathlessly. Her eyes narrow again.

"L, what?" she asks. I cup her cheek in my hand.

"Anne Manchester, I thought I'd never say this, but damn it, I do love you," I explain. Her jaw drops. I go into autopilot, and for some reason keep talking. "Every time I watch you cry after you miscarry, it tears me apart. Every time someone meets you, I feel so proud that I have you. I tried so hard to deny it, but Anne, you get under my skin and I can't live without you. I love you. I love you so much." She hugs me tightly, crying.

"Oh gods, L, you mean it?" she asks. I nod, holding her close.

"Sir, your breakfast," Watari coughs. I turn around to see him.

"Thank you, Watari," I mumble. He sets down the tray and winks at me.

"I shall be going into town today, if you do not mind. I believe the task force wishes to have some representative there for you," Watari announces.

"That sounds like a fair plan," I agree. Watari walks away and I turn back to Anne. "You do mean more to me than you thought. You always have," I tell her. She smiles.

"What changed?" she asks. I sigh, putting my hands in my pockets.

"I finally admitted to myself how I felt. It was about time. This case is not like the others. We need to be careful," I explain.

"I agree. I still stand by my idea though. There have been rumors. Some people believe in some sort of journal used to write the names of those the writer wants dead, a tool the shinigami created," Anne replies.

"You were talking with Sybil again, weren't you?" I sigh, referring to her good friend back in England.

"She studied mythology in college. I had a question, just out of curiosity of course. I said nothing about the case. She told me some of her research," Anne replies. I nod.

"I'll keep in mind, but that is all. Now, go clean up and get dressed. I could use some company as I work," I instruct. I kiss her gently once more before she leaves.

A/N: I also will probably have a lot of Shakespeare quotes. Blame my upbringing. Okay, this is a short chapter, but come on. We can't argue. I wasn't even going to have L say anything for a while but then this just happened and I was fan girling while writing (something I do more often than I will ever admit). In terms of plot, this chapter is sort of filler. Next chapter (yes I've been writing ahead. I can't help myself) is more plot oriented. A few little bits though, Sybil is someone you may want to keep in the back of your mind. I won't give any other information on the subject other than remember her. By the way, with some characters I am very careful about what name I choose. Another bit, probably just an interesting little touch, but I do have Anne say "gods" instead of "god" because of her faith. I pay way too much attention to detail... Oh well. I think the quote matches quite well with the chapter, and I hope you all enjoyed. Please leave a review. (See L, you couldn't keep it to yourself once you admitted it. You aren't above anyone)