Author's Note: Forced my inspiration to come to me. Sorta pretty much made it up as I went along. Listening to the Chicago soundtrack while writing is quite...interesting. HE HAD IT COMING! XP Then listening to Three Days Grace...Yeah, I'm bizarre.

So, no real plot for this chapter. I decided to move things along. Random mission is random. Sorry 'bout that. L and BB...KYAHAHAHAHA! Ah, and I have chemistry on the mind; sorry.

Warning: As always for now on, BB. Also, a bit of violence! Heehee. Also, it's a shortie chapter, sorry!

Disclaimer: If I owned Death Note, maybe I would've kidnapped people to draw it for me...and write it for me...I do own, however, this kidnapping idea! MUAHAHA!

Chapter 10

Light

We sat in my room once again the next morning, right after dawn. I'm an early riser; Mello and Matt…aren't. I'm unsure if Near ever sleeps. It was time to give my team our new assignment…and the info on Higuchi's blood sample. It only took a week to get it because of the secrecy it needed in the lab. I was able to threaten, blackmail, and bribe the lab worker I gave the blood to so that nobody would find out about it. Ever.

"Alright, mission first, or lab findings?" I asked the other three. It was pretty much saying "bad news or good news?" only neither were that great of news. Nothing really ever is at Wammy's House.

Head lying on the table between us, Matt murmured sleepily, "…Lab…"

"I agree with Matt," Near supplied. "The lab data would be much more interesting.

Getting hotheaded—which makes no sense for so early in the morning for these guys—Mello retorted, "Well, you know what? I want to know about our mission first, if you don't mind!"

I just shook my head, not understanding these guys. "Two outvotes one, Mello. Though we don't actually have a democracy, I honestly don't care at this point. Whatever. The lab said," I began, holding up the documents I was given yesterday, "he had died less than an hour before we got there—though that should be obvious; the rigor mortis had yet to take effect. They couldn't find a single trace of a drug in his system…until they looked at the very molecules. Whoever created this Death Note really knew what he was doing; they could barely find the different particles."

"Then that settles it. We're dealing with somebody with the means of getting the Death Note drug," Near offered his insight.

"Yeah…" Matt agreed, trying to pull himself up into sitting position. I wanted to slap him awake, but contained myself. Mello read my thoughts and slapped Matt upside the head, pulling his shoulder to force him to sit. I almost thanked him. Almost.

"So," Mello went on, "that also means that whoever has possession of the Death Note now must have had connections to the creator of the Death Note before, right? He doesn't seem like one to trust others." Near gave Mello an odd look and he just scowled in his direction. "Research," was his only answer.

I cleared my throat to get us back on task. "As for our new mission," I began and they all snapped back into attention, "we must find and eliminate a con man that goes by the name of Aiber. Here's his picture." I pulled it out of my breast pocket and flipped it onto the table.

Curly blond hair and slight stubble, the candid photograph captured a well-dressed handsome man talking comfortably on the phone, a drink in hand.

"Watari also gave me his real, birth name. Thierry Morrelle. Ready to find him? Matt, Near, do your thing. Once you have enough info, give it to Mello and I and we'll take it from there. Until then, Mello, continue your private research and I will as well."

We would hopefully have everything we needed in just under a week. He didn't seem like that hard of a guy to find. It could have been a solo mission, for all I cared.

L

The room, to put it lightly, was a mess. Already, in just one day, there were clothes strewn everywhere, jam stains in the carpet and on the walls and even the ceiling, spilt chemicals and broken glass surrounding the desk. Need L go on?

The two suitcases still lay in the center of the room, one open and the other locked closed. BB's backpack was sitting on his bed, which was just as messy as the rest of the room, blankets strewn about.

The only difference was that there lay a figure in the bed, stretched out on his stomach, black hair a total mess, pants pulled down slightly more than L would appreciate, no shirt, and a Wara Ningyo clutched in one hand, held close to his body. The other hand was dangling off the side of the bed, as was the opposite foot on the other side of the bed.

Though he hated doing this, L needed as much time as he could have, and needed BB's help. He couldn't believe that he would ever need to partner up with his old teammate again, but he might as well if he had the option. It would make everything much easier on this next mission.

He scuffled over to the sleeping BB, careful of anything on the floor that could cause him bodily harm or discomfort. Carefully, he extended a hand towards his look-alike, calling out his name as he lightly tapped him. Wrong move.

The next thing he knew, he was on his back, laying on BB's bed with BB towering over him, kitchen knife in hand, holding him down. Luckily, L was prepared—partially—and also was still a trained assassin. He was able to hold BB off before his head was lopped off and pulled a leg beneath and around BB's form, pulling him off his person and crashing to the floor.

BB shot back up and jumped at L again. But L wasn't there, instead balancing on the wooden nightstand. He jumped on top of BB, one foot landing on BB's chest, the other at his neck. But he was able to bend his knees enough to put most of his weight on the foot on BB's chest and not cause too much of an impact.

A hand swooped down and captured the knife in BB's hand, throwing it to the side and into the wall, directly above the center of the headboard of the bed.

"It's just I, BB, just L," L panted from on top of his old teammate. He was not used to this kind of hand-to-hand combat in too long.

BB chuckled but lightly pushed at L's ankles, signaling he was not going to hurt him and would like to sit up. L complied and sat next to BB. "You still make an excellent sparring partner, L," BB stated. "Sorry 'bout that—reflex."

"You sleep with a knife under your pillow?" L questioned.

"Kyahaha! No, it was in here." He reached around L and picked up what used to be the Wara Ningyo. The strings were undone and the straw was going everywhere. An interesting place to hide a knife, L thought. "So, what do you need so badly you woke me up?"

L took a deep breath and explained, "I have all the ingredients needed still, but could you please make your Death Note for me. Just one dose. I don't have enough time and need to research as much as I can in about a week."

BB nodded. "Hmm…this secret project sure sounds interesting. I guess I'll help…But it'll cost you!" He said the last words right in L's face, almost scaring the detective if it wasn't for him being used to BB's antics from years ago.

"Yes, I understand…" L sighed. "What do you want?"

Rubbing his fingers and thumb together, BB answered, "Info, my dear L. Why are you in need of my drug? Why do you have such a time limit?"

Again, L sighed. "I knew I would have to explain to you eventually. You'll need to know anyway for the last thing I ask of you…"

"Which is?" BB questioned, leaning forward again.

"I need your help in going on…missions again." It was hard for L to say this, as it brought them back into a past they had escaped from so long ago. How could he ask for BB to come with him on missions again when they were so despised back at Wammy's?

BB's already wide eyes widened. After a long pause, in which he fingered the broken doll in his hands absentmindedly, BB stood and searched the room for a not completely eaten jar of strawberry jam. Finally, he found one on his desk and stuck his hand inside, scooping out a handful and bringing it to his mouth. In his search, the Wara Ningyo had dropped to the floor, so he used his now free hand to fiddle with different test tubes and containers and the like on his desk.

Finally, he whipped around and stated, "I'll do it!" He strode back in L's direction and cried, "But first, details!"

"Right," L said and took a deep breath. He couldn't believe that he was actually sharing all his secrets to this man, but it had to be done. If BB didn't trust you one hundred percent, then he didn't trust you at all. "As you know, I am a detective. Ten years ago, I was given a case to find a missing boy. This boy was ten years old and kidnapped from his room in the middle of the night without a trace."

BB gasped. It was fake and over dramatized but got his point across. "Wammy's…" he muttered.

"Yes, and I've been trying to find him ever since. I've now tracked him down, as well as his team. In fact, because of the absentmindedness of one of his teammates—there are four in all—I have the exact location of Wammy's House. However, I do not wish to just go in and get him. Rather, I'd like to play a game with him. I thought I deserved it…"

"As you do," BB cut in. Games were always fun…

L eyed BB warily. Yes, leave it to BB to think that torturing people was a game. "So, I'm killing off his missions right before he gets there, leaving notes to help him track me down. It will be much easier than me infiltrating a place that I barely escaped from with my life, doesn't BB agree?"

"Yep, I do. And that's where my Death Note comes into play?" He was sitting on the bed again, still licking at his fingers.

"Yes. And I would also appreciate not going on my missions alone. Last time was quite harder than I thought. Also, the teammate whose computer I hacked, I accidentally ran into a problem with and I don't think I can hack into it anymore. Meaning that I can only hack into my boy's computer. But I don't want to do that too often and thus can only go in occasionally to find the target of their next mission. I must do my own research once again."

"Fun," BB smiled. "Sign me up." And with that, he extended his still-wet and sticky hand to shake. L turned him down, but thanked him nevertheless. He then left the room, needing to start on finding this new man the Mid-Knights were after.

L smiled slightly to himself, glad he had his old teammate back, and knowing that things were going to get a lot harder from now on.

Author's Note: I don't know if I've ever written an action sequence! Wow...*goes to check through all stories I have written* If lemons/limes don't count, there's a few mini-action sequences ((if you can call them that)) in Life Note and the, duh, that weird scene earlier this story w/ Naomi, Matt, Halle, and Light...^_- So, that was really fun to write. I could totally picture it in my head, so I hope you guys could too. Just seems like a BB thing to do, you know?

Was everyone in character? I'm trying to give BB that insane psycho feel, while keeping that trained assassin past a part of him.

I hope you've enjoyed this long overdue chapter, and again, I apologize for its shortness. Next chapter should be their mission ((speeding things up)) so it should be longer. ^-^

Please review, if you don't mind!