Just a little something for your Sunday! It's time for the time skip, folks - in the next chapter we'll move five years forward, and boy - have things changed! :D I got some excited comments for the last two chapter, haha! Special thanks goes to Saffronellen, JacksonR'sgirl, TigerInTheMoonlight and CrazyCause - your support means the world to me. I couldn't do this without you! (And everyone, go and chek CrazyCauses wonderful L fanfic 'Thrown Back Into It' - it's great!)

Anyways, this is a little intermission, hope you like it.

And as always - pleeeease, review. You know how much it means to me.

One month later.

Touta Matsuda sat in the HQ, leaning back on his chair, fighting against boredom.

The truth was, that not much had happened in the Kira investigation lately. Not that Ryuzaki had believed in his capability to do things, but at least things had been interesting back then. You had never known what to expect when Ryuzaki had been around.

But then he had died, and Fay had left… and all that was left was their small task force.

Matsuda didn't exactly miss Ryuzaki - he had been unnerving to be around! But sometimes he still woke up to the feeling of suffocating fear. If Kira could kill the smartest detective in the world, what hope did the rest of them have?

Besides - he missed Watari. He had gotten used to the old man being around, always offering ice cream or other treats, and not just for Ryuzaki.

And Fay… Matsuda didn't even want to think about how much he missed her. It was easier to think about Ryuzaki's death, than Fay leaving.

He shook his head to his thoughts.

Come on! It's not like she was your girl.

But still, sometimes he caught himself thinking about the kiss. How her slender body had felt between him and the fridge, the small sounds of pleasure she'd made when he had laid his hands on her skin.

Yeah, it was nice to think about that, even if Fay was now on the other side of the planet. It made Matsuda feel like he wasn't completely hopeless with women.

His pleasant daydreaming was suddenly interrupted by Aizawa, who was waiving something in front of Matsuda's face.

"Matsuda, wake up! There's a letter for you."

Matsuda startled, and blushed, and then blushed even more for feeling stupid.

As if they could know what you were thinking!

"What, for me?" he managed.

"Is there another Matsuda around?" Aizawa frowned. "For you, idiot."

"Yeah, yeah…" he muttered. "Just give it to me. Who is it from?"

A moment of silence.

"Wammy's house." Aizawa's voice was suddenly serious. "Isn't that… the place Watari established?"

"Oh?" Matsuda stood up from his chair. "I guess so… but why would-?"

"Let me see." said Light, turning around in his chair. "It might be important."

"It's for me." Matsuda said, and snatched the letter from Aizawa's grip, before he could hand it to Light. He noticed Light was frowning, clearly displeased, but for once Matsuda didn't care about his opinion. He eyed the envelope, suddenly nervous.

Wammy's house… England. Could it be…?

He walked to the hallway, to get a bit of privacy, ripped open the envelope, and pulled out a simple, handwritten letter.

He kept staring at the words on the paper.

Reading them time after time.

He had no idea how much time had passed. He was sitting on the floor, still in the hallway, leaning his back on the hard, cold wall. The paper had grumbled in his fingers, but he didn't even notice.

So, she is dead then. Took her own life.

He remembered how he had held her, in front of the subway station. Her hair had smelled of green tea and roses.

Tears ran down Matsuda's cheeks, and he did nothing to wipe them off.

Ooo, and I completely rewrote the chapter 1, if you want to check it out! Let's be honest - it was rubbish, haha! :D