Chapter 10

This chapter was so much fun to write XD. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Side note: L had obviously been investigating the Kira case far longer then 6 days when the task force met L, I only realized that when I went back to watch the episodes again, sorry about the mistake it's actually been a year since I watched Death Note, but I'll fix it right away.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of the characters in it accept the oc.

Chapter 10

It was 20:17 and Sinclair was still in her room, she sat crossed legged on her bed with her laptop positioned in front of her, she had already read through all of the information that L had provided her, but she went through it a second time, just to make sure that she hadn't missed anything, then a third time to look for any clues her partner may have missed and then continued with her own investigation, trying her best to use her new information to her advantage. After that she shut her laptop then absentmindedly ran her fingers through her hair, the mental stress and physical strain evident.

She got up from the bed and made her way across the room and opened the door just a crack then stuck her head out, L was nowhere in sight. She'd been avoiding the detective since her embarrassing outburst this morning, but honestly a normal person would have simply complemented her new appearance or simply just shut the fuck up, but of course L wasn't normal, why did have to be so god damn awkward?

The brunette continued into the rest of the suite and into the living room, there was no L, but his laptop remained perched up on the coffee table along with a cup of steaming coffee, a slice of strawberry shortcake and a thick yellow binder; probably something for the task force that were coming around later, she still didn't know when though.

"Strange…" she mumbled, referring to the setup, if L was as smart as he claimed, then he would know better than to leave his laptop out in the open and unguarded after what happened yesterday. She wondered if she should take another swing at it, but then realized that if L had left it out in the open, then it probably meant that he changed to a new and improved security system. There was a loud rumble, Sinclair put her hand to her stomach, "Shouldn't have skipped lunch." She mumbled and continued into the kitchen, she was famished.

The kitchen should be filled with food and treats after Watari's errands, she thought as she reached up to open one of the cupboards. She was right, accept it was only treats, no food, just assortments of cakes, pastries, candy and…

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed excitedly, when her eye caught the distinct colors of red and green that was the packaging of her favorite watermelon flavored lollipop which she hadn't had the pleasure of tasting for the past month since she could no longer afford it. She eagerly reached up for the package, stretching her arm high up, but didn't even make it half way. Curse her short stature!

She huffed, then walked around the counter, bringing along a bar chair then placed it on the ground before her. The brunette took a deep breath then patted down her black skirt with white polka dots, she had changed into the skirt and a white button down cardigan along with grey woolen socks that came up past her knees specifically for when they'd meet the task force, this was her first time working with one and she really wanted to make a good professional first impression. She got up onto the bar chair steadily, trying not to fall and break a bone, and reached for the packet, even though she had stood on a stool she still had to stand on her tip toes and stretch quite a bit.

"Yes!" she marveled at the shiny, colorful packaging, tearing it open then grabbed one for herself and stretched again to put the packet back where she found it and then carefully got down the stool. "Oh, I missed you!" she spoke to the round lollipop wrapped tightly in red and green plastic wrapping. She turned round and yelled out, getting the fright of her life "Christ! L, you scared the crap out of me!" the raven haired detective watched in amusement as the lady groped the fabric where her heart should be, trying to calm her raging pulse. "Did you need something?" asked the lady detective after L had been staring at her with those dead eyes for far longer then what was seen as normal.

"Hmm, yes." L swiftly grabbed the lollipop from the brunette's dainty little fingers, then continued out the kitchen.

"Hey!" she yelled in surprise, "L that's mine!" she yelled after him. L stopped at the door and peaked at her over his shoulder, the sugary sweet already plopped into his mouth. Sinclair threw her hands up in the air, completely outraged at his behavior, but angrily opened the cupboard and got up onto the stool once again.

"You know, a 2001 survey stated that 68% of women wear black lingerie to bed when they wish to partake in sexual intercourse with their partners and 97% of men have admitted to responding to that same black lingerie." The male detective stated matter-of-factly, Sinclair looked at him with a face that said what-in-the-name-of-fuck? "But, recently I have found that I personally find white lace lingerie to be quite arousing." He added nonchalantly then continued out the kitchen.

The lady gasped, almost falling off the chair. She got down then cringed, absolutely horrified. L had been standing there the whole time and had caught a glimpse up her skirt and seen her underwear which was, of course, white lace panties. Oh the shame!

"Stop it!" she spoke in a stern voice, "He's just trying to get to your head. Focus Sinclair, just act normal!" she continued to reprimand her alter ego, then straightened her posture, flipped her hair over her shoulder, made her way into the living room with a swing in her hips and her chin high up and joined the raven haired detective, who was crouching in his chair with the sugary cavity resting in the pouch of his cheek and his wide onyx eyes focused on the screen before him. L couldn't help but notice how confident and dignified the lady detective had strut into the room and how she quickly became rigid as she took her seat on one of the couches.

There was a long awkward silence, there were several instances where Sinclair had thought of saying something, but decided against it. Even though L seemed as if he had his undivided attention focused on the screen and case he was working on, he would secretly steal glimpses of the lady detective and quickly noticed how she would anxiously pull the cardigan sleeves over her wrists over and over again.

"Something's bothering you."L stated, the lady detective looked up shocked and opened her mouth to say something, but L quickly spoke before her, "I wasn't asking, I was simply stating an observation which you have now proven sound and if I were Kira I would find some way to use that anxiety against you." L picked up the plate of cake, placed the lollipop on the edge of the porcelain, picked up his fork with his thumb and forefinger and started attacking the slice of cake, relishing in its deliciousness.

"But you're not Kira, therefore I have nothing to worry about." Sinclair stated as if it were so obvious. L placed his plate on the arm of his chair then turned to his partner.

"You seem so sure." He said, the atmosphere turning grim, "Well you're right when you say that I am not Kira, but what about the person you sit next to on the train? Can you trust them?"

"What exactly are trying to say, L? It's not like I go around sharing my life story with everyone." Sinclair was beginning to feel irritated.

L sighed, "Trust is not just about sharing your past experiences with someone, it's letting them see through the mask, the person you present the world and letting them experience your present emotions."

"So…"

"You're too transparent at times and you let people in too quickly." L stated, trying to make the lady detective understand her problem.

"I do not!" she shot back defensively, crossing her arms over her chest for emphasis.

"Yes, you do and if you plan on going against someone like Kira I suggest you correct that right away." L was completely serious, Sinclair had unbelievable potential and there was no denying her credibility, drive and natural aptitude for these things, but over the years he had personally been the one to find that her one true let down, was her slips of emotions. She would go from serious, determined and unbreakable to anxious, fearful and on the verge of a breakdown and someone like Kira wouldn't hesitate once he caught her off guard and he was not going to risk the entire investigation because of her premenstrual breakdowns.

Sinclair huffed, then opened her mouth to say something, but was stopped by a loud rumbling. L raised an eyebrow in silent interrogation, "Ah, sorry, I kind of skipped lunch." she groped her stomach, embarrassed.

"You really shouldn't." L commented, his gaze still locked on the lady detective.

"I think you're the last person who should be reprimanding my eating habits." Sinclair shot back defensively.

L turned his attention back to his laptop, "There's a Delhi a few blocks from here."

"What about the task force? When will they be here?"

"You still have a couple of hours, they'll be here at midnight." L picked up his coffee, took a sip, then cringed and reached for the sugar bowl, taking handfuls of sugar cubes at a time and dropping them in the black liquid.

"Okay." The lady detective got up, made her way to the door, then stopped "Would you like to come as well?" she turned to the detective who looked at her surprised, "You've been working all day, you should take a break."

"Maybe later." L replied after genuine consideration and turned his attention back to his work. Sinclair shrugged then continued out the suite, grabbing her coat on the way out.

Forty seven minutes later…

Sinclair was walking back to the hotel, carrying a small takeaway box. She felt a lot better after getting something in her stomach. There was a bit over two hours before the task force would be getting there.

Her mind wondered back to the case, but was brought back to reality when she caught something in the corner of her eye. A silhouette stood right across from her on the other side of the road, she quickly recognized the uniform he was wearing from a local high school, but his entire presence seemed off. She stopped in her tracks and took a good look at the tall figure, his features that might have been handsome were haunted and his eyes that might have had so much spark in them were cold and dead. Sinclair could feel herself becoming uneasy as her sixth sense told her something bad was about to happen. The head lights of a massive construction truck zoomed closer and closer and she watched in horror as the student stepped into the oncoming traffic and closed his eyes awaiting the blow. The detective reacted quickly, dropping the takeaway box and ran towards the student, grabbing his wrist and pulled him out of the way, they both toppled backwards, Sinclair hit the sidewalk hard, the teenage boy landing on top of her.

Both's eyes squeezed shut, both's breathing shallow. The boy was the first to open his eyes and was surprised to find a girl beneath him and a pretty one at that. She opened her eyes and even through a cracked lens he could make out her big beautiful brown eyes, she sighed with relief for the student who she just pulled out of harm's way, he smiled down at her and didn't notice when her gaze lowered.

She cleared her throat and he looked at her confused, but followed her gaze to his hand which was resting on a place deemed inappropriate.

He shot back, getting as far away from her as possible. She sat up and looked at him, concerned "Are you okay?" but before she got an answer he had got up and was running far far away, "Wait!" she called after him, but it was useless he was already gone.

"What happened?" L questioned, jumping out of his seat as soon as Sinclair walked into the living room, "Are you okay?" he inspected the cracked lens of her glasses and looked for any sign of trauma.

"Yeah I'm fine." She replied, "I brought you something from the Delhi." She held out the slightly frayed takeaway box, L looked down at it surprised.

"Thank you."He said, accepting the parcel, but placed on the coffee table and gently took off her glasses, "You don't need these do you?"

"I'm far sighted, so I can go without them for a day or two." She blinked, getting use to not having glasses to back up her vision.

L pulled his white sleeve over his wrist, holding it in place and used it to gently wipe a smudge of dirt off the lady's cheek.

She sighed and he noticed close up the empty far off look she had in her eyes and wondered what might have happened while she was gone.

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