L stepped out onto the private helipad and made his way towards an unmarked black sedan that was parked nearby. A tall, well built blonde man stepped out from the driver's side and greeted L, he would have passed off as an FBI officer if it hadn't been for the toothy grin that was plastered on his face. "Aiber", L stated as he nodded and stepped into the car. "A man of few words", Aiber mused as he took his place behind the wheel. After Watari had taken his seat in the front, Aiber eased the car into the driveway and made his way to their HQ, which in this case was a penthouse in the most lavish hotel in Washington D.C.
Once they were back in the Hotel, Watari left to meet the FBI, to collect the case details. Leaving Aiber to guard L, as a precaution in case someone had managed to follow them from the crime scene. Considering the amount of evasive measures they had taken, such a possibility was remote. However, nothing concerning the detective was ever to be left to chance. After all, brilliant minds like his were appeared only once in a century.
The Detective who had to be protected, seemed too absorbed in his thoughts to really pay attention to what was happening around him, the only thing that managed to capture at least part of his attention was the newly ordered strawberry cake that was set out in front of him. He scooped up a large piece of it and devoured it as his brain worked out all possible scenarios.
He thought about, windows, fire-escapes, skylights, even the possibility of trap-doors, and ruled out each one after factoring in the odds. One murder was different, but five. No, there had to be some other explanation, one that he couldn't see at present. He sighed as he realized that he needed more data before he could draw any conclusions. He got up and made his way to the window and gazed out at the city, five women all killed in this city, all young, beautiful healthy women, killed without any motive, no, there was a motive, there always was, he just had to find it.
Aiber watched L as he stood by the window gazing out, he had the urge to run to the window and check for snipers, but chuckled and settled back in his chair as he realized that they were 50 storeys up and the only building nearby that had a height to match this was a mile away. Watari had as usual been meticulous in choosing a place for his gifted liege. A shadow from inside the penthouse caught his attention. He didn't bother to look again, his eyes had never played tricks on him and he was sure of what he had seen. He sprang into action, grabbing his gun and rushing towards the door. Alerted by the sudden movement, L looked at Aiber and realized what had happened, in a cool, and an almost dead-pan tone, he commanded Aiber, "Stop", was all he said. But it was enough to halt Aiber's charged advance. Without taking his eyes off the door, Aiber questioned L, "Why?". "Because I don't want you to shoot the person who brought this case to our attention in the first place" , he said with a ghost of a smile. The tall, thin silhouette that had been near the door slowly took the form of young woman. Aiber eyed her from head to toe to ascertain that she wasn't a threat to his client. She shifted uneasily under his gaze as she approached Aiber and stated, "Hello, I am Rogue".