I felt my eyelids lighten up with each slow blink, the darkness of the bedroom filled with the small chirp of my watch laying on the bedside table.

Sighing deeply enough to make my lungs ache a touch, I rolled over and began my morning.

Without much thinking, I slipped into some jeans and a sweater instead of slacks and dress shirts, always sightly enjoying when I had the chance to experience the outside world. The rumbling in my midsection moved my fingers quicker, already tasting the red bean sweet roll probably just coming out of the oven now.

Although, when I went to pull out my wallet from my suitcase, the one with my false identification and yen bills, it was gone.

No wave of panic swept over me, as I could remember it sitting neatly in its spot just before bed.

I stepped out into the living room, taking in the comfort of repetition that was L. His eyes glanced over at me as I felt the need to pull the door behind me shut.

"Morning, Ryuzaki."

"Heading out?" he asked, gluing his eyes back to the screen in front of him.

Slipping around him to go to the couch, checking folds and cushions, I informed him of my morning ritual consisting of sweet rolls and black coffee.

After coming up empty-handed and moving on to my hanging coat, seeing it barely sticking out of the left pocket. I've never kept any of my wallets in my coat for fear of misplacement. The money was all there and none of the cards were gone, so my tiny bit of suspicion of L quickly settle down. I felt the heat paint my cheeks at my train of thought, how swift I went to blaming him, he had no need or want from anything I had in it.

Still, I was sure I had it in the suitcase before bedtime last night.

The sound of swiping drew my attention to the front door, recognizing the sound of a key card, I moved away from the swinging door.

"Good morning, Miss. Petrillo." Watari said, carrying an assortment of pastry boxes from different shops.

I repeated the greeting, noticing the white box sharing the same logo of the place I'd been set on going this morning.

"I bought plenty, please sit and I'll bring you some coffee."

After a few hours of black coffee, sweets, and files to go over, I was ready to meet and work with the Japanese Task Force.

My first impressions of the men were kept to the minimum, which is what, Knowing him, is what L was aiming for, but I could at least say their handshakes were firm and my gut told me they got this far they had to be alright.

I was introduced only as an expert in the field of computers and surveillance, who had worked for him before.

"Ryuzaki," Chief Yagami calmly stated, but the tone in his voice and the hardening of his jawline said a lot more as he took the first seat, a gorgeous chair across the wooden table Watari had loaded with teacups and saucers.

I didn't have a clue what could be causing the tension, but it wasn't surprising. L had a way to aggravate most people with his actions. The only thing I could do for the time being took my seat in its usual spot and watch.

L didn't seem to notice, chopping on a peeled banana he held between his two fingers.

"I understand." was all Ryuzaki said.

"I've taken the last few days to study over everything from both households of Deputy Director Kitamura and Detective Superintendent Yagami multiple times, and I've concluded to remove the wiretaps and cameras."

The collective sighs for Yagami and his family to be freed from L's watchful eye filled the room. I kept my lips sealed, knowing L wouldn't just drop this that easy.

I heard who I believed to be Matsuda say that the investigation was back at square one, with no suspects to look into. Out of an old habit formed many years ago, I glazed over to L, knowing there was something else. There always is.

Of course, he didn't look back, I bet he didn't even notice it, still, he moved his cup from his mouth.

"Please, don't misunderstand me, we didn't find anything suspicious in the few days of surveillance, that is all."

It calmed the room back to stillness.

We spent the rest of the morning tracking and recording the possible Kira-related death reported from a different world and local news channels. It was my first time digging through all of the deaths, only really hearing about the FBI agents and other bits of secondhand information, so the chance was a welcomed one. I kept my eyes on the files and my mouth full of tea, but my head was rushing around in my skull at everything I was absorbing. I couldn't help but feel a mixture of being impressed by the commitment (I enjoy the challenge) and the utmost revolt against the slaughter of lives.

I couldn't help but think there had to be at least a few of these "criminals" that were innocent.

The work killed some time quickly, and before I knew it I was standing in front of a small house in a neighborhood of some kind of residential. I was paired up with Matsuda to tackle the upstairs hallway and the daughter's bedroom.

After a few hours of the bare minimum of small talk about myself and debugging that part of the house, I caught a cab about a block away to take me back to the hotel.

I felt something vibrate against my leg, just as I had slipped down into a comfortable sitting position. I pulled out the phone half expecting L or Watari.

The voice on the other end was familiar only because I heard it this morning when I had to make a special call to an old cohort.

In this business, you don't have friends.

You have connections.

I wasn't surprised to hear from him so soon, he was supposed to be the best in his field. Also, I wasn't too surprised to be informed that up until last night the fake social security number and the only credit card under the alas of Violet Petrillo were tagged for close investing in a case of identity fraud.

I thanked him, only to hang up quickly and take my anger out on my phone and pocket. I still couldn't figure out why L would have needed the wallet or the cards in the first, what with his exceptional memory for his work, but it didn't matter.

I would just have to find out tonight.