It seemed that Christmas had sneaked up on Matsuda. Although it wasn't entirely him being oblivious to what the date was, since all he really needed to know what the day was. Well. Even then, he came into work every day, didn't he? Although on weekends he didn't have to stay as long if he didn't want to - everyone needed a break. It was like constantly studying a subject.

But one day he had turned on the radio and there the DJ said it was the nineteenth of December. How such a thing could have missed Matsuda wasn't that surprising, since Matsuda wasn't known for being the brightest color in the crayon box, but nevertheless he promptly called Aizawa and told him he was going to take the day off.

Reason: Secret.

Naturally, Aizawa was curious, but if Matsuda had called L's cell phone L would have had Watari track Matsuda down and there would go his whole shopping day. And that wouldn't be cool at all. So he went to the bank, withdrew some money, and walked along the streets window shopping.

For Souchirou, Matsuda bought the man a gift certificate to one of the more snazzy places to eat out at so that Souchirou and his wife could go on a date. The man was rather impersonal at work and so Matsuda really had no clue what to get him.

At another restaurant - one more family friendly - Matsuda bought another gift certificate so Aizawa could take his wife and daughter out to eat. Aizawa complained that his wife wasn't too happy about how much time he spent working, and he would say that he missed playing with his little girl sometimes. Going out to eat would be a good way to rejuvenate the family's relationship.

For Mogi... Matsuda was at a total loss. In the end, he settled on buying the man a small indoor plant. Mogi seemed like the type who would relax and tend to his plants.

And then there was L.

L... Matsuda really had no idea. He could have bought L some kind of sweet, but that was rather impersonal, wasn't it? Anyone could tell L liked sweets - Matsuda wanted to get L something that people didn't really know about the genius.

Frowning, Matsuda rubbed at his forehead, looking around as he did so. And then he spotted it.

The perfect present.

One that, to anyone else, made no sense to get anyone bought a young girl. But Matsuda had something no one else had. He had Matsuda!logic.

And that was so more valuable.