A/N: this is a branch off of my Death Note trilogy, they are posted here on fanfiction, and go in order of, "Guilty Until Proven Innocent", "Agents Of Death", and finally "Agency Reincarnation".

This is was a requested installation, kind of like, a day in the lives installation, following our favorite elusive, international detectives. This story will follow one case at a time, be patient with me, writing for seven detectives isn't easy. And, no amount of drafting or brain storms made the chapters flow well, at least not with the way I write. This story is currently rated T, however, knowing the way I write, the rating WILL change later.

A warning: This story contains, or will contain yaoi content. And, if you actually read this, thank you. I WILL respond to every review at the end of the next chapter, even if it is just a single thank you. So, if you have questions, by all means, I will accept any ideas into consideration as well.

I do not own Death Note or its characters.

Sit back, relax, allow me to take hold of your imagination...

In the L.A office of the federal investigation bureau a large screen lit up with a bold old English gothic W. Many of the workers stopped and stared in awe, "Wow! Sakura! You got L to agree?" Sakura Lee, Naomi's junior investigator when she was alive. Naomi left her with the details she would need to contact further help beyond the reaches of the F.B.I, should she ever need it.

A synthetic voice came over the speakers, "Time is short. Please. Specify your details."

Sakura scrambled up from her desk, "Uh, give me a moment. What's up with the W? I thought he passed."

"He did. It represents Whammy. You have the attention of several detectives, your case description will decide which detective your bureau will work with. You then will be contacted later on by them."

Sakura nodded and held her folder in front of her addressing the large screen, "I'm sure you received the email, or else we wouldn't be speaking." She cleared her throat, "As you know there have been over a series of nineteen deaths in the Southern California region."

"Get to the point. There are many cases that need to be assigned."

Sakura quickly flipped through her files scrambled to find information. "Uh. You have all my information."

"Then on the information provided you will be assigned Detective B, murder is his forte. He will contact you further."

Sakura shouted, "Wait!" Surprised at her own volume, she composed herself, "As in… THE B?"

"This is nonnegotiable. You accept or decline. The choice is yours." The broadcast ended abruptly, Sakura could feel all the heat escape her body and the color drain from her face, as she stared wide eyed with her mouth hanging open.

One of the newer detectives blinked several times, "So we don't get L? Whose B?"

Sakura glanced down to the floor, "No. The hierarchy of the Whammy house changed after Watari's passing. So, little is known… But, if the detective is who I think he is…"

Another synthetic voice came over the speakers, this one was different, it sounded like several people whispering at the same time, reading the same script, "Very observant." A bold old English goth text of B came on the screen, "Let's not let our past fumbles be the judge of us. Be thankful your case was even considered. I personally brought it up to the others, I owe her that much. Speak quickly."

Sakura dropped her files and she swallowed coarsely, "Uh. B. Um."

The synthetic voice sighed, "Not so quickly your brain cannot deduce your own thought processes."

She shook her head and took a deep breath, B… If she was right, B stood for Beyond Birthday. The criminal her predecessor locked away, but he was later bought out of prison by an unknown buyer… It appears as if he had been swayed to rejoin L.

"What would you like us to start doing?"

Although emotion was hard to detect with his voice changer she could nearly hear the grin on his face, "Assemble those you consider to be the brightest. I will not tolerate favoritism, and I will throw out any applicants I deem unworthy of my attention. I will be departing for the United States tonight. I have arrangements already. Send me your team, you have the next seven hours to compile them and send me their data." Sakura nodded. "Where as I have hacked your cameras and can see you nod, I won't be taking such pain staking steps in the future. Refrain for silent answers. Affirmative?"

"Yes! I understand. Thank you for taking this case." The call abruptly ended and Sakura let out a deep sigh.

The same W appeared on a projector in the offices of the Behavioral Unit of Washington D.C, "Speak your piece."

A well dressed man stood and addressed the projector, "Good afternoon, Whammy Agency, We're looking for a detective to take our case in aiding us track down a series of human traffickers, these disappearances we believe to all be related. You have all the information that we currently have."

"Very well, as much if the data seems to be tracked and complied from data sources you will be assigned Detective J. He will contact you." The conversation was finished and the transmission was over before any further arguments could be made.

"Whose J?" One of the agents asked out loud.

A synthetic voice, that mimicked that of a young British girl, came onto the speakers, "Who indeed." A bold english goth text of J appeared on the screen. "My identity is of little importance. I will be arriving within the next few days. Do be prepared."

The well dressed man smiled, "One of many of L's successors. We're in good hands."

A similar screen lit up in the main offices of New Orleans. The detectives all awaited the results of their assigned detective. A woman dressed in a suit stood, "Whammy Agency, we have encountered new evidence of this copycat killer, he sent a letter to a local paper:

"Now, to be exact, at 12:15 (earthly time) on next Tuesday night, I am going to pass over New Orleans. In my infinite mercy, I am going to make a little proposition to you people. Here it is:

I am very fond of jazz music, and I swear by all the devils in the nether regions that every person shall be spared in whose home a jazz band is in full swing at the time I have just mentioned. If everyone has a jazz band going, well, then, so much the better for you people. One thing is certain and that is that some of your people who do not jazz it on Tuesday night (if there be any) will get the axe."

"I hope that the light of this new evidence will help in the decision of our detective."

The synthetic voice spoke, "It does. In revelations of this evidence and request of the detective, you will be assigned Detective L." The transmission was cut and the offices cheered loudly.

The familiar letter lit the screen and a familiar voice scrambler came over the speakers, "I hope that I am worth the cheering. Though, I find the circumstances positively mortifying. Save the cheering once we catch the killer." All the detectives looked down ashamed. "Prepare a team of five please. I will arrive soon."

A local police department's small computer lit up, seemingly turning itself on, the Northern California police department leaned over in amazement. "Your case has been accepted. Your detective has requested this one in particular." They all blinked in surprise when the short transmission ended.

A computer screen on the opposing the main computer lit up with a bold old English goth text of 'C', no voice filters were used, "I have accepted for many reasons. I will not share them with you. I am Detective C. I will be arriving by the close of the week, prepare all of your evidence, new and old, I intend not to waste precious time. Your case is, interesting, sloppy and solvable. Prepare yourselves. I will not wait for the weak minded and feeble hearted. Assemble your brightest detectives."

The officers stared wide eyed at the computer and its human voice, unlike the first voice that was heard. "You know what's going on right?"

"Correct, do not waste my time with more trivial questions." The transmission was brief leaving the officers dumbstruck.

The familiar W found its way into the police department of San Francisco, "Your case has been accepted, is there any new developments my agency needs to be aware of?" The hall remained silent. "Very well. Your detective will be, Detective M." The transmission was ended followed by a new transmission of a voice scrambler, "I am M. Let's waste no time in finding this sick bastard. I have all of your current data. If I'm understanding the this case correctly… You have a serial killer who is fond of the homosexual community?"

"Yes, M." The lead detective of the case stood, her long brown hair falling to her hips.

The voice sighed causing a scrambled sound, "That's disgusting. I'll be there, have a team of three including yourself. So, two more… If your slower than I hope you are." The transmission ended quickly.

All the officers stared at each other astounded, "Well… That could have been worse."

A large computer turned itself on in the central police station of Dallas, the English letter of W was portrayed, "Though I believe this case will be far more mobile that the others that we have taken, your case was accepted by Detective N. He says he has no reason to contact you before he lands in Texas. I also have accepted your other open case. I am Detective R, as you know, this case spans from Dallas to Miami. I will be stationed in Miami, I will forward all information to you as I deem necessary. I will contact you as needed."

The transmission was cut and a U.S marshal stood and chuckled, "Neat. We get two of the top detectives of the world."

A Texas Ranger smirked, "Detective R is leading my case? Now, I know, I stirred up the devil."

The marshal looked at him, "Huh?"

"Detective R is rumored to be running the show on the others." He smiled, "Bet my case finishes before yours."

The blonde woman smiled, "Twenty?"

The heavily mustached man chuckled, "Deal."

Light dropped his head on the desk, "Americans are vicious."

L smirked and hugged his knees in the chair across the desk, "Indeed."

Light stood up and stretched while taking his headset off,, "I suppose I'll start packing." He glanced to the others in the room, "Alright… So what we know… What we don't know… Naturally, please use the communication system. Cell phones are too easily tracked… Blah blah blah, you get it. Stay safe. Let's get these wrapped up as soon as possible. If you finish a case please aid the others or move on to another case." Light sighed as everyone walked out but C. "Yes?"

C stared at him blankly, "You're doing a good job. They grumble a lot, but Watari never had to deal with this many detectives… He'd be proud of you."

Light smiled softly, "Thanks. Hey, why did you request that case? It doesn't fall under the normal parameters."

C smirked, "It does. They just don't know it yet. I've seen his work in the past, he's up around thirty, this is just a closed incident. I'll send you the file when I've complied it." Light nodded to him as he left the room.

Light rounded the corner to head to his and L's room to be met with a furious stare, "Why can't I go?!"

Light sighed, "Sayu, first of all, this is a pilot, a test, so to speak, to see if this is the most efficient way of operating. Secondly, your son needs his mother here." Her eyes seemed to flare with intensity, "Ah, and well… Someone needs to man command. We can't operate without substantial backing, you have the most important job."

She sighed, "What will I need to do?"

Light nodded to her and motioned for her to follow him, "You will need to make sure that we have all the appropriate funds, man power, and anything else we could possibly need, you will have the highest authority while no other detectives are here. I'd say that's the most important assignment." He gave her a weak smile as he started to pulled some clothes from the closet.

She sighed, "Alright. I see your point. I'll do it."

Light smiled, "Good, because that's your job every time we're all out of town. Unless, you like it, and want it to be your job entirely."

They smiled at each other for a brief moment, before both hanging their heads simultaneously at the sound of something crash and an argument break out. L ducked into their room and sighed. "So… Light… It's Mello and Beyond this time… Wanna, maybe, break it up before Mello gets himself hurt?"

Light rolled his eyes and hung his head out of the door, "Knock it off!"

The bickering instantly stopped, and talking between the two could be heard, "Was that Light?" Mello asked.

Beyond laughed, "Done rode his last nerves. Think he's snapped."

Light came down the stairs and handed Beyond his shock anklet.

Beyond gave Light a sad glance, "If I said I'm sorry to Mello, will I still have to wear it?"

Light nodded his head, "You are still a convict, I don't make you wear it here, because, where would you really go? But, the rest of the world doesn't know who you've become, Beyond. And, it is the terms of your release. I've modified it, however, it won't deliver a lethal shock anymore, not unless the holder of the remote holds it longer... Fifteen seconds on consecutive pressing will kill you. But, a quick shock, will only disable you."

Beyond sighed and took the anklet, "This blows." He balanced on one foot and fastened the anklet closing the lock.

"Caspian will be the holder of the remote. Don't freak out too much." Light tried to offer a comforting smile, but it came across as more pity than anything else. "I'm sorry, Beyond... I really am, no one here likes that you have to wear it while on a case. Sayu will safeguard the key, here in England." He looked up to the rest of the detectives who seemed to be ready, "Well. Now or never, right?"

Nate kissed Sayu's cheek, "I'll try to be as quick as possible." She nodded and hugged him tightly.