I opened my eyes, and let's just say, I wished I was home. My head was resting on a pair of legs, wrapped in tight leather pants, and a T.V. was paying the news. My eyes scanned around the room, all I could see was a man or two, sitting on a couch to the left of us. They weren't attractive if you must say. They were old looking if you asked me. I closed my eyes, wanting to go back to sleep, but a pinch on my butt prevented that. I growled and shot my head up, hitting the person in the face.

"OWCH!" Mellos shouted. "What was that for?"

"Don't touch my ass, dick face!" I growled.

"I had to wake you up some how!"

"There are other ways to wake someone up! Without touching girls inappropriately!"

I sighed and looked around the room. It looked like we were in a gang hideout. There was a bold man with girls at each side. Ew. He was gross looking. I'll never understand some girls these days. Autumn was on the floor, next to Matt, watching him play his game.

"So… Can you tell me why you kidnapped us?" I asked.

"So Near can't get the help he needs from you." Mello smirked.

"Mello." I sighed. "If that's the reason, then I'll kill you with a chocolate bar."

The boy chuckled. "The murder case." He said. "L said that he wanted to test Near and I with this case. If Near solves this case, he's the next L. I can't let that happen. We both need your help, and he may have asked you first, but I took you and you're going to help."

"I knew that much." I chuckled. "Well, except the part where L's testing you. That I didn't know. Care to share what I apparently have to help with?"

He sighed. "There's this serial killer. We don't know name or gender. They kill people who've had affairs. They go by the allice 'Affaires Blood.' Strange name if you ask me. They only kill the partner in a marriage that has the affaire. The victims are usually male, though one or two are female."

"How many victims so far?"

"Two Hundred and counting."

"Thats…. a lot. What's the plan?"

"That, you'll have to wait until the time comes."

I sighed. I noticed one of the old me looking at Autumn, a creepy look in his eye.

"Do you have gum?" I asked. Melli shifted and pulled a package of 5 out of his pocket. The flavor was Rain. My favourite. I took a piece and chewed it until it was a sticky blob. I glared at the man with a wicked smirk. I felt Mello's gaze on me as I tilted my head, aiming for the creep looking at my Autumn. I took a deep breath and spat the gum, hard, at the creep. It his the side of his face and I looked at the T.V.

"What the fuck!" He shouted, standing up. "Who did that!"

I held in a chuckle, and looked at him questionably, as did everyone else.

"Did what?" The creep with the girls asked.

"Some idiot shot a piece of their chewed gum at me." The creep growled.

"Calm down, they probably aimed for the garbage, and hit you instead." Mello said. The man sighed, and sat down. I looked over next to him, and there was a garbage. Lucky me. I stood up, and walked over to Autumn and Matt. I sat next to them and watched as Matt played.

"Thanks." Autumn whispered. "He was creeping me out."

"No problem." I smirked. "Anytime. What game?"

"Call Of Duty." Autumn giggled. I smiled. As long as she's happy, I'm happy. I set my gaze at the screen, watched as Matt played.

Boy, Matt could play for the longest of times. A few times Mello would grumble and ask for a chocolate bar, and some slut would get him one, each time he would not look at her. That shocked me. She was beautiful. Just because she sleeps around, doesn't mean she's ugly!

"He likes someone." Matt had said with a smirk. "Always has. No matter how many beautiful girls tried to get with him, he always turned them down, claiming there was someone else."

"Do you know who?" I asked with curiosity.

"Maybe." Matt chuckled.

"Can you give a hint?" Autumn asked, sweetly.

Matt chuckled. "She used to attend Wammy's. That's all I'll say." Interesting. I wonder if I know her.

"Aww, how cute." I giggled. "Mr. Mean-Ass-Face likes someone!"

That's when I felt water pour over my head, drenching me head to toe. "Shut up!" Mello grumbled. I looked up at him.

"Aww, he's blushing!" I laughed. Though, internally, I was wanting to kill him. Autumn could sense this with her magical aura sense skills, and she gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

"December, lets go make something!" She cheerfully suggested.
"Alright!" I smiled. She led me out of the room and into a bed room. She pulled out a forest green blouse, a navy blue long bandeau, and a navy blue jean shorts, with matching Toms. I smiled. She knew the stuff I liked to wear.

"We share a room?" I asked. She shook her head.

"No." She said. "You share with Mello. I share with Matt." If I had a glass in my hand, I would break it with a really tight grip.

"Well, isn't that a wonderland." I said grimly, my eye switching.

Autumn sighed. "It was either that, or some creep. He didn't want us to have any plans on escape."

I looked around the room. It was decent. But… There was only one bed. Oh. Fuck. No. I'm not sharing that with him. I guess one of us sleeps on the floor. Autumn grabbed my hand, after taking my wet clothes and putting them in the laundry bin. She lead me out of the room, and took me to the kitchen.

"Matt showed me the way while you were asleep." She explained. Saved me from asking.

"Let's make cookies." I suggested, and she nodded. I grabbed the eggs and butter, and she grabbed the flour and sugar. I grabbed the measuring cups, she grabbed the bowls and mixing utensils. I measured out the butter, she measured the flour and sugar and we placed them into a large bowl. I cracked the eggs open, letting the insides falling into the bowl, one at a time. Autumn plugged in the electric mixer, and began mixing. I grabbed the cookie sheets and preheated the oven to three hundred degrees fahrenheit. I help Autumn put the dough into teaspoon size balls, onto the cookie sheets, and once the oven was preheated, I put in the first bach, and timed it for 8 eight minutes. When the timer went off, Autumn checked to see if they were done, if they were, should swap the cookie sheet with one with uncooked cookies. If not done, she would set the timer for a couple more minutes. Once they were all done, we each took one and boy, were they delicious. Sugar cookies are my absolute favourite!

"Can I have one?" I heard a low voice ask. I turned around and at the doors to the kitchen was Mello, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed.

"Sure." I mumbled. I was still mad at him for pouring water on me, though, I'll admit, I deserved it. I noticed that Autumn had left the room also, as her presence was gone and a plate of cookies was, too. She must have gone to serve the others. She was nice to anyone. Good or bad. She's so innocent. If anything were to happen to her, I'll take care of the cause, and that cause better be sorry.

Mello took a bite of the cookie. "Yum." He said. "Look, I'm sorry for pouring water on you. I over reacted and I shouldn't have done that."

"It's alright." I said, shocked. Why was he suddenly being nice? "I deserved it. I shouldn't have teased you."

"No, you didn't." He said. "It's my fault. I should have handled it better."

I said nothing, not wanting to argue. But the question remained in my head. He never once apologized to me. So why now, even though it's not for what he's said or done to me in the past, even though it's for what he did today, why is he apologizing now? I guess I'll have to figure it out.

"It's getting late." He said. I looked at the clock. It was almost midnight.

"Did I sleep that long?" I asked, though I couldn't keep a yawn in.

Mello chuckled and shook his head. "No, but you and Autumn did make a bakery's amount of cookies."

"Good point." I said.

"But then again, this is the Mafia." Mello laughed. "We have a lot of people."

"The Mafia?" I asked.

"Yeah." Mello smirked. "The Los Angeles Mafia. The guy with the girls, is the leader, Ross. He's helping with the case."

"I'm not even going to ask how you got his help." I said flatly.

He chuckled and lead me out of the kitchen and to his room. "There isn't enough room. So we'll have to share one." He said, pushing me ahead of him. I sighed, as he lead me to the bed.

"I'll sleep on the floor." I said. "No way in hell am I sharing a bed with you."

Mello sighed. "No. You'll catch a cold."

"What the fuck?" I grumbled. "No I won't."

"If you don't want to share with me, I'll sleep on the floor." Mello said, confidently.

"You're not giving me a choice, are you." I stated.

"Nope. Can't have you escaping."

I sighed. "Alright. But no touchy feely while I sleep." I really did not like this. Why was he being so nice anyway? He used to bully me, call me names and push me from time to time, but now he's being nice? Has he changed over the years? Nah. Can't be that, right? He's still the same old Mello as far as I can tell.

"Mello." I said, as I realized something. "Can you leave the room for about a couple minutes. I need to change."

He sighed and turned around. "I won't peek."

I sighed. He's always been stubborn. But then again, so am I. I pulled out my P.J.'s out of the dresser drawer. They were navy blue. I quickly changed into them, putting my worn close into the laundry bin. Mello turned around as I sat on the bed, combing my long, white, hair with my fingers.

"What happened to the bakery?" I asked, I almost forgot about it.

"Autumn put a 'on vacation' sign on the front door, before locking and clearing the baked goods. The gang liked them." He said. I nodded and tucked myself in the covers.

"Goodnight." I said.

"Goodnight."

I closed my eyes and dreamed about unicorns.