Hey, I am so sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I was sort of not allowed to use my computer, but I'll make up for all the waiting soon. I hope. Updates still might be a little slow, but I promise it's not gonna happen again.
L glanced to his left just as she sat down beside him. Then, he gently pushed a steaming cup of hot chocolate towards her, which she took eagerly.
"Thank you." She spoke softly as she took a sip.
He then let his eyes flicker to her feet and he frowned slightly upon seeing that her black running shoes were tied rather nicely.
No doubt that it was Light who had figured it out. The suspect was obviously trying to seduce Sybil and the detective didn't like it one bit. Of course, he knew that his friend wouldn't fall so easily, but jealousy got to him. There was no way that he wanted Light even remotely close to her now, so now he had two rivals. Kira, for the people, and Light Yagami for Sybil Corvax.
Sybil looked to her detective companion, seeing that he was slouching a little more than usual. A sign that told her that something was weighing heavily on him. Something that could possibly have to do with Kira that he wasn't telling her.
She looked back to the monitor of the computer and closed her eyes briefly.
No. That didn't seem right. L would've told her if he discovered something. Yet, perhaps he was testing her. He tended to play those types of games on the members of the Task Force, particularly Matsuda.
Sybil took another sip of her hot chocolate.
Poor Matsuda. He was treated like such an idiot. He wasn't that stupid. There was certainly going to be a day when he proved useful, even if it wasn't any time soon.
"Ryuuzaki, have you and Sybil had time to look at the tapes?" Light asked suddenly.
Sybil smirked.
"Of course, but what interests me the most isn't the tapes. It's this diary. It indicates that this second Kira is actually a female." And all in a matter of moments, things became that much more interesting.
***
"Honestly, I think I'd be best for the job. I'd fit right in, considering my age and the fact that I'm a woman. Besides, I had to run all over Aoyma during that bomb scare. I know the place pretty well." Sybil explained.
After herself, L, and the rest of the Task Force, also including Light, had went over the diary several times. They had come to the conclusion that it would be best to scope out Aoyma for any suspicious activity. Now, it was just the matter of figuring out who would go.
Light was a definite, as was Matsuda, though that was probably because L just wanted to get rid of him for a few hours. Now, Sybil was trying to layout all the good reasons she should go as well. She really needed to go places and do more to help with the case. At least, in her mind. She was a detective after all.
L chewed on his thumb.
"True, however, I promised your brother that I would do my best to keep you from getting yourself killed." Sybil flushed before crossing her arms in annoyance.
"I've been doing this a long time, Ryuuzaki. Don't go underestimating me now, just because of some stupid promise you made to my brother."
"A promise is a promise." And an argument began, but seeing as both sides had legit reasons, it was all up to whoever wanted to shut up first.
Matsuda followed the argument with his eyes, soon growing dizzy.
"Do they plan on stopping soon?" He asked.
Aizawa grunted in annoyance.
"I hope so. This is wasting precious time that could be used to capture this second Kira."
"But they've always agreed on tactics." Matsuda murmured, then he looked to Light.
"You think Ryuuzaki has something for Sybil?" Light flinched, but then forced a smile.
"Of course not. Don't be stupid." But, if Matsuda was actually right about that, he had much more of a reason to get the intelligent female detective on his side.
More than just her intelligence and her beauty. It was a way to rub it in L's face that he had something that he would never get back.
Soichiro placed his hand on Sybil's shoulder in an attempt to get her to just give up.
"You have a family that obviously cares about you. Perhaps it is best for you to remain-"
"If I can't go, I'm not staying here. I'm going home. I'd much rather deal with a murderer than sitting around and feeling like I'm not doing anything." L sighed.
"Fine. It seems that you win this time." She smiled in victory and L couldn't help, but smirk.
Admitting his defeat wasn't all that bad when he was losing to her. However, if he had of lost that argument with anyone else, he would have no doubt been sulking.
"You know, maybe I should've mentioned that I was on the debate team in high school, then this argument might've ended sooner." Sybil muttered to herself, smirking at her victory, knowing that it would probably be one of her last.
That is, if things ever got that heated again.
***
Jerrod wandered through the apartment of his daughter, bored out of his mind.
It was strange not having anything to do whatsoever. At least in prison he could pound the crap out of people who got on his nerves. Although, he didn't exactly do that often unless the opponent had said something about his children. Most inmates knew about his crime and about his family back then and it was all thanks to his blasted cell mate-
Jerrod stopped and looked up to the ceiling in thought.
What was his name again? Oh, that's right. Geof. The blabbermouth. Ended up in the slammer because he turned himself in for thousands of thefts on several different banks across Canada and some states in the US. Hmm, didn't he get out about three weeks before himself? Geof got off easy because he turned himself in, as well as helped put away several other thieves and hackers. Lucky bastard only got six years.
Jerrod smirked to himself.
But, he was good company and a pretty nice guy. Early thirties, obviously intelligent. Probably could've broke out of the prison if he wanted to, but Geof just didn't have the mind to. He just wasn't the criminal type. That was proven by the fact that he turned himself in for a crime that he would never had gotten caught at otherwise. God, now that Jerrod thought about his old cell mate, he realized that Geof might actually be significant to help with this Kira there in Japan.
Jerrod went to his bedroom and dug through his suitcase, soon pulling out a piece of paper with a number on it.
Geof wanted to keep in touch, so he gave the older man the number for the place he'd be staying for the next few years. At least until he got a job that would help him get a better apartment.
The forty five year old man wandered back into the kitchen, opened up the fridge and grabbed a bottle of root beer Sybil always kept handy. He popped off the lid and took a swig before grabbing the phone and punching in several numbers, just to get across to Canada.
Hey, he was on okay terms with his daughter and sons right now. He could reconnect with the only person who helped him through that damned time of his life. Without Geof, he would've probably killed himself in that place. Eventually. But that was only because everyone else in there was so damn stupid.
Jerrod held the phone to his ear and took another drink from the bottle of root beer as he listened to the rings.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Hurry up and pick up the damn phone! Jerrod hated that noise. It gave him a headache. Or, perhaps that was just from thinking too much.
"Yo, this is Geoffy. If you're listening to this message, you're so stupid! You should know I'm working at Pizza Hut right now! Nah, I'm pulling your leg. I work at a bank. Anyhoo, leave your name after the beep and I'll get to you right away. Don't bother with the number, I'll figure it out." Jerrod's right eyebrow twitched in annoyance and anger.
Immature little- well, not so little bastard.
Then came the sound. The most annoying sound Jerrod had ever heard. That blasted beep that came after every single answering machine message. It sounded like a dying rabbit squirming in the mouth of a cat. Well, maybe not that bad, but still pretty bad.
Sighing, Jerrod began to speak.
"Hey, Geof. Hope you remember old Jerrod. Listen, just thought we'd catch up since our old prison days. Whenever you can, call back. I can't exactly come and visit, but I'd still enjoy talking to you. But, before you call, please promise me that you'll change that damn message on your machine!" Then, Jerrod heard a click to someone picking up the phone and a yawn.
"Hmm? Jer-Odd?" The man's eyebrow twitched again.
Damn nickname. Why couldn't Geof be a little bit more mature? Act a little bit more like his IQ at least.
"I like my message. What's wrong with it?"
"How about- everything. I swear, you really need to grow up."
"I don't wanna." Jerrod chuckled.
So this was what it was like to speak with a teenager. Even if Geof was in his thirties, Jerrod at least had an idea.
"Anyhoo, let's skip way over my message. God, man, what's with the crazy phone number?! You in Japan or something?!"
"Funny you should mention that-"
"No way. You are in Japan, Dude! Hey, ever find your kids?" Jerrod smiled at his friend's very short attention span.
He never could focus on one thing for very long. Probably a reason for turning to hacking and stealing from banks.
"Yeah. I found them. Although, I can't exactly say that they're kids anymore. One's engaged and becoming a father, the other's a successful newspaper editor, and the third-"
"That's the genius daughter, right?"
"Yeah."
"What she do? She some scientist or something?"
"Eh, law enforcement." Equivocation.
"You're equivocating, Jer-Odd. I know that eh sound you make." Finally some of Geof's brains shone through.
"True, Geof, but she works undercover. Can't exactly say a whole lot about it."
"Righty, then. Whatever floats your boat. I trust you. So, we just gonna keep chatting?"
"I was planning on it. It's good to hear a familiar voice that doesn't have much of a reason to hate me."
"What about the snoring? I hate you for that." Jerrod twitched again.
This phone call might not have been such a good idea after all.