Disclaimer: I only own Nixie and Otto and Ziggy and anyone else you don't recognize.

Sorry it took so long to get out! With exams and Thanksgiving, it was a busy two weeks. But anyway, hope you like it!

ENJOY!!!


It's been a week since Nixie and Ziggy had found a room in a motel. Within that week, she had forced Ziggy to leave her and find a new path for his life; she planned to ruin her own by chasing after Kira. But when she tried to get information on Kira, it aggravated her to no end. The only info that she could get was what country Kira was in and the information of the Death Note she had gathered when she made her rounds with Otto.

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"The bass, the rock
The mic, the treble
I like my coffee black
Just like my metal

The bass, the rock
The mic, the treble
I like my coffee black
Just like my metal

I can't wait for you to knock me up
In a minute, minute
In a fuckin' minute…
"

Nixie's eyes fluttered open at the sound of her cell phone went off, disturbing the peace in the room. Turning over in the bed, she grabbed her phone from the end table and picked it up.

"…what?" she muttered groggily into it. There was a short pause.

"You're not a morning person are you?" a voice spoke.

Nixie instantly frowned at the sound of the voice. It seemed oddly familiar, but she couldn't place the face of the owner. "Who is this?"

"Forgot about me already? That hurts," the voice oozed sarcasm.

"Goggle boy?" Nixie asked, her mind coming out of sleep mode.

"I told you the names Matt. Anyway, I was calling about the debt you owed me."

"Does it have anything to do with Kira?" she asked hopeful, but Matt stayed quiet. Nixie smiled a little, knowing that's exactly what the debt had to deal with. "Count me in Goggle boy."

Matt sighed irritably, "Whatever. Meet me at Beverly Center Shopping Mall at 9:43 today."

"What at such an odd time?"

"Didn't anyone ever tell you that curiosity killed the cat?"

"They probably did, I just happened to tune them out." She could hear Matt chuckle on the other side of the phone, which was quickly interrupted by another voice.

"Matt! Who the hell are you talking to?"

"Chill Mello. I'm talking to someone who's going to help us capture Kira."

"We don't need any help from some brainless piece of shit."

"If you want to get Kira before Near does, I suggest you let them assist us."

"Well, who are they?"

"It's a surprise."

"Give me the damn phone before I kill you!"

'I hope they realize I can hear them,' Nixie thought to herself as she overheard their conversation. She listened closely as she heard scrambling and thuds.

"Who the hell is this?" Mello's voice broke out over the phone.

"You'll find out soon enough," Nixie replied, a smirk on her face.

"You basta—" She quickly hung up on him with a snicker.

'He's so gonna freak when he figures out that I'm the one that's going to help,' Nixie thought herself, quiet amused.

She looked at the alarm clock on the night table. 6:39 Am. 'Ugh. Is it worth is to try and go back to sleep?'

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It was 9:52 by the time Nixie made it a couple blocks away from the mall. She pulled her winter coat closer to her. A purple and green scarf was wrapped once around her neck, the ends hanging out in front of her.

Pulling out her phone, she realized she was late. 'Oops…' she thought turning down another street. 'I hope Matt didn't leave, otherwise I walked in the cold for nothing. And I absolutely hate the cold.'

"There it is…" Nixie muttered as she looked at the mall from the other side of the street. "Now, where the hell was I supposed to meet him?"

"Do you normally talk to yourself?" someone asked from behind her. Nixie spun around, her hands flying into her coat to pull out her guns from pockets within it. But her actions were stopped when arms wrapped around her, minimizing her movements and squishing her up against someone. "Don't make a scene by trying to shoot me," the familiar voice of Matt said.

Nixie's eye twitched as she looked up at Matt, his goggles on and a cigarette hanging from his mouth. "So you make a scene by smothering me instead?" Nixie asked her body rigid from physical contact. She wasn't used to someone touching her.

"I wouldn't call it smothering you, more like hugging you," he replied, still not letting her go.

"Well, whatever you're doing, stop it."

"Promise not to shoot me?"

"I can't promise you anything." Matt started crushing her in his hold. "Fine, fine! I promise I won't shoot you…yet," she trialed off.

"That'll work," he said, finally removing his hold on her. With a sigh of relief, Nixie took her hands out of her jacket and let them hang at her sides. "See, was that so painful?"

"Excruciatingly painful," she muttered.

"Good to hear. Now let's go," Matt said, letting out a puff of smoke. Nixie nodded her head and followed him away from the mall and into an electronic store a block away.

Cameras and microphones of all different sizes littered the store.

Nixie's eyes swept the merchandise, 'Why do I get the feeling that we're going to be spying on people?'

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"So… what's the reason for two cameras, three laptops, and five small mics?" Nixie asked, wanting to know if her guess was correct. Matt and Nixie were currently in his car, on the way back to where the hell he and Mello were staying. When Matt didn't answer, she decided to speak her thoughts, as well as her nickname for him. "We're spying on someone, aren't we Goggle Boy?"

"Aren't you a smart cookie, Nix?" Matt shot back.

"I hate you," Nixie muttered, not liking her new nickname.

"I doubt that," he answered back. Nixie just rolled her eyes.

After ten minutes of not talking, Nixie spoke up again. "Are we there yet?"

"Well aren't you a little impatient," Matt replied, looking out the side of his goggles at her.

"No, just extremely bored."

"Well you're in luck, Nix," Matt stated as he pulled into a parking lot in front of an apartment complex, "We're here. And by the looks of it, Mello's here too."

Nixie smirked, knowing Mello wasn't going to be happy with seeing her, 'This is going to be fuuuun!'