AN: Thanks for the review! I'm glad somebody agrees with me.

Death Note is a great series. I do not own it. I cannot make money from it.

Attempting

I am much more intelligent than the average person while I cannot complete tasks they complete daily. I am twenty-four years old with a teenager taking care of me... that is not normal.

All I do is get out of bed, eat, and play games like a child, not normal. I hardly even do my job. I only read the notes in Zac's desk to solve cases... and even then I wait until he arrives at the answer.

This morning I awake at approximately 7:03 a.m. A few minutes more than usual. There would be no games, no puzzles, no cards... just work.

First, I went through Zac's desk. His desk was neat and clean. I went straight for the cabinet on the left where he keeps his case files. I sat at his desk normally, as everyone else does and carefully read each one. After about 78 minutes the two cases were solved. I could search the network for potential cases but Zac's desk seemed more interesting. He had four papers on his desk that would normally blend in but they were not the type of paper I order. They are outside objects not cleared by me. I read through the pages... background checks were made on the nine names. He must have an interest in these people, but why? They must be relatives of some kind. I placed the papers the exact way I found them.

I have no interest in his side projects or any part of any of Wammy's children, anymore.

Sitting the way everyone else did felt cold and impersonal, like I was a stranger to myself. I couldn't help it, I had to sit the way I used to. It comforts me.

Despite that I put my legs down as I heard Zac come in. He sets his jacket on the only sofa in the room.

"I'm surprised to see you at my desk, usually I don't catch you." He laughed.

"I was working... I will be needing a desk also. With it I want a comfortable chair that I can spin around in."

"...Okay. Why are you sitting that way?"

I turned to him slowly. "This is the normal way."

He looked confused. "Yeah, I guess it is."

"I will be using your desk until you get mine." I was an adult, they don't usually sit on the floor. Between the two of us, he was a child.

"Then where will I work?"

I pointed to the corner where I usually play games, cluttered with my toys.

"You work over there."

"Can I take down the card tower?"

"No." I may wish to continue that later.

He grabbed the cordless phone on my temporary desk and went to the corner to most likely get my new desk and chair. I moved over to the voice equipment and contacted the respective agencies about my solving the case.

I searched and found three new cases that fit L's criteria.

"I can get your desk tomorrow."

"Thank you."

"Why do you even have all of these toys here?" He was shoved into the corner trying to stay away from the beautiful structure I made of entirely of cards.

I like to keep them close to me.

I wouldn't tell him that of course. I knew it was odd for me to even play with toys. I was trying to be normal... and I was a genius... I was L: The World's Greatest Detective, to the world.

"I do not want those toys, put them in the closet, leave the cards."

At 9:21 p.m. Zac stretched and got his coat. "I'll see you tomorrow Near."

"Yes... be safe." I said eyes still on the papers in front of me. I would say I looked like a hard-working adult in white pajama's and socks, however I was really only thinking about solving a puzzle again, the way you look at it and all the pieces, it looks challenging, but I can fix it. Everything is fine. With my skills I can solve it within the hour. So much unlike life or the fairly normal one I was now trying to lead.