AN: Okie dokie, here's another chapter! Thank you for the two reviews, I really appreciate it.

How to read:

Right, so I thought about PoV's and everything, and from my experience of reading stories I find it very confusing when there is a lot of Pov switches. For this I decided there will be two PoV's, Beth's and a General when I want to focus on another character.

Just a warning, Mello is a bit of a dick in this one. Don't worry he won't stay like that for the whole story.

Disclaimer: alright I don't know why but I think I'm supposed to do this, but I OWN NOTHING! Apart from all the stuff I own. Ah you get what I mean. Let's get on with it!

Wrong Place At the Wrong Time

It's been two weeks. I have successfully installed wiretaps and camera bugs around the mafia hideout, though I admit: it wasn't easy! There were tall, beefy men roaming about the place at all times and I nearly got caught on numerous occasions. There was only one part of the whole building I could never really get cameras into: what appeared to be bedrooms. It didn't bother me much though as they weren't of any significant importance.

I don't know why but Near insisted I spy on them personally as well. I'm assuming because of blind spots, or in case the surveillance went down. The mafia really was more boring than I thought, I spied for days on end and they secured absolutely no information we already didn't have. The Mello kid Near told me about seemed awfully confident for some reason though. I didn't actually see much of him, it all seemed extremely suspicious to me. Maybe he just wasn't an important member of the mafia? Although something in the back of my mind told me I was wrong.

Today, I once again made my way down to the hideout. I have rented a car (thankfully I got my licence earlier that year) like Near suggested, but had to park it 200 metres away from hideout for obvious reasons, and walk. And let me tell you hiding that thing was a major pain in the ass. But so was taking a taxi really, I couldn't exactly say to the driver: 'Oh yeah, you see that long abandoned factory? Just drop me off beside that, thanks.' So, I had to make do with walking to the place from wherever I was dropped off or where I parked, at 8 in the morning, every day.

Anyway, I parked in an underground car park, and paid an expensive fee for the whole day. It's okay, it's coming out of Nears budget. I smiled remembering the boy. There hasn't been a day since I arrived to LA that I have stopped thinking about him.

After that and a long walk to the base, I quietly tiptoed up to the wall. I had already made sure there were no surveillance cameras on this side of the building, it is how I usually made my way in. My gun was secure in my belt as usual, of course I had to keep it inside my jacket when I walked but once I got to the base, it needed to be easily accessible. Nobody was around this area of the building. I quickly took out an objected that looked like a phone.

But of course it wasn't a phone. It was a small surveillance gadget connected to the bugs I placed around the base. I could switch between rooms by clicking an arrow at the bottom of the device, handy if you ask me. The halls seemed to be empty, as did most of the rooms, means they were all still asleep. Or wait! There was somebody in the big main area room with the couch. I recognised him as Mello. He was always up before everybody. He walked in, his own gun in his already very tight leather pants. He took out a chocolate bar, unwrapped it, took the laptop that lay on the sofa, and began eating and researching something. I needed to see what it was, sadly though there was only once camera in that room and I was at a huge disadvantage. I needed to get closer. It could be something important and I was running dry on information. The thought of going back to Near and saying I still got nothing while hearing Halle snicker behind him was really not my idea of fun. Truth is I was getting desperate. I wanted to please Near, and that hasn't been happening so far.

As quietly as possible, I walked through the halls. I was still slightly confused on the layout of the place. It was quite big and easy to get lost in, but I was pretty sure I was going in the right direction. Suddenly I heard voices coming from a hall parallel to the one I was standing in. SHIT! There was nowhere to hide. I quickly ran down the hall and hid behind the first door I saw as I heard the footsteps get closer.

'We should let Mel know immediately.' Immediately you say? Sounds interesting. My curiosity got the better of me. The footsteps walked past the room I was in. I never did get the chance to see where I actually was. I looked back, darkness surrounded me. It was completely black, I could not see anything. I quickly looked through all the rooms I had on my little surveillance gadget and could not find it, every room had some source of light. I wandered why I hadn't noticed it before, I took a step back and fell making A LOT of noise as something fell on top of me.

Shit, had they heard that? My question was quickly answered when I heard a male voice say 'What was that?'

I was still sprawled on the ground, but now I knew for sure I couldn't make any sudden moves. My heart beat faster and faster inside my chest. As carefully as I could I reached for the surveillance gadget. I switched it to the hallway, the two men stood at the end of it before another turnoff. I faintly heard one of them say 'Probably just Skyer being a klutz again.' and with that and a little laughter they kept walking. Phew! Relief washed over me. Man, they sure are stupid, I smiled to myself.

As soon as I was sure they were completely gone, and I was free to move, I moved the object that fell on me which turned out to be a gigantic broom I slowly opened the door. It turned out I was in some sort of closet.

Just as quietly as I opened it, I closed it behind me. I needed to make sure that I didn't run into any more of those knuckleheads. According to my surveillance device they headed for the main room. I was more careful this time when I made my way there. I came to a stop in front of a big door. I pressed my ear against the door.

'Mello,' I heard one of the guys I nearly met in the hall say, 'I think we have a problem.'

I once again looked down at my gadget. The bigger guy of the two addressed the blonde on the couch who looked like he didn't have a worry in the world. 'What is it Jose?' He put his chocolate bar away.

'I found this in one of the rooms downstairs,' Jose reached into his pocket and took out something small and black. What was- OH SHIT!

I recognised the object. It was a bug. They found one of my bugs. I stood there dumbfounded, damn! I should have been more careful! I should have hid it better! Near was going to be so disappointed...

Hesitating at first I knew I had to keep watching. Mello's eyes widened. Suddenly he closed down his laptop and put it aside. This was getting really bad. Without a word he walked over to Jose, picked up the object and inspected it. 'It's on.' He muttered. He then put it back down. 'We're being watched.'

Suddenly I felt something cold and hard press against the back of my head. 'Who the fuck are you?' A voice spat at me from behind. I panicked! This was not good. I was caught! There was only one thing to do in this situation. It's like everything suddenly became slow motion, I dropped my gadget.

In one quick fluid motion, I spun around grabbing his arm and twisted it around before he had the chance to shoot me. Nevertheless he didn't hesitate to shoot but instead the bullet ended up hitting the door, making an extremely loud noise the occupants of the other room were bound to hear. I was proven right when I heard footsteps getting closer. I quickly twisted the guys arm behind his head and he screeched in pain. It was weird to think that I actually overpowered this guy, but he didn't look as big as any of the others. With my free hand I took out my gun and pointed it at his head. The door swung opened, and I met the faces of Jose, the guy who was with him and Mello behind both of them. They stared at me in shock.

'Eh, hey!' I snickered. Suddenly realising what was happening, the second guy launched at me. I let go of the one I was holding and bolted in the opposite direction, but it was too late. I was grabbed, by my hair and yanked back, and I have to say it hurt like a mother fu-

'Ouch!' I yelled. Mello grabbed my arm and like I had done to the guy I managed to disarm locked it behind my back. He then took my gun off me.

'You're not going anywhere!' He said calmly, though he sounded like he was pretty pleased with himself.

I was roughly pushed into a room I remembered as having under surveillance, tied with my hands behind my back and pushed onto a chair that looked like it was about to collapse. They had searched for, found and disabled all of my wiretaps and cameras. It took them a long time, but nevertheless they had succeeded, which meant I was in a lot of trouble.

Mello walked up to me, a smirk on his face. Without hesitation, he reached out and ran his hand down my jacket. I squinted a little, what the heck is he doing?

'Having fun there?'

'Shut up.' He spat. He stopped at the bottom left pocket of my jacket, where I kept my real phone, some money, and a little radio, connected to the wiretaps. Now I understood what he was doing. He put his hand into the pocket and took all of my belongings out, handing them to one of the mafia men in the room, accept for the radio, which he held in his hand for a second. He then pressed the button on it, which connected him to one of the wiretaps in the main room. This isn't going well at all. 'Just like I thought. ' He then also handed the object to the same guy.

He put his hand on the inside of my jacket, making me extremely uncomfortable and I felt his hand brush against nothing but my bare skin. He didn't seem to care at all though. I felt a blush spread across my cheeks, he was a guy after all. his hand snaked inside a small pocket on the inside of my jacket taking out my SPK ID. He read it, expression turning to one of pure disgust. 'Have long have you been spying on us?'

I just gave him my best death glare, refusing to give away any information. This angered him. 'Skyer you know what to do,' He scowled addressing one of the mafia men, not taking his eyes off me.

The man I recognised as the one I managed to overpower earlier, took out yet another gun and pointed it to my throat. How many did this guy own? I felt the cold metal against my skin and shivered. 'Are you gonna answer any questions or not?' This was a weird way to put a question, when you were interrogating someone cause the answers obvious: no.

'You know,' I started, 'if you shoot me now, I'll be dead. Now how do you suppose I'll answer your questions then?' I smirked sarcastically. Perhaps I was being too lenient towards this situation… this guy had a gun to my throat after all.

Besides the chair I was on, there were 3 very rusty chairs in the room. Calming down, Mello sat a few feet away on the one in the middle facing me. Looking up, he snapped a bit of chocolate off with his teeth and without any visible way of chewing it, swallowed. How did he do that? I am a big chocolate fan myself, and I never recall myself eating chocolate in this fashion. He looked so unbothered by the whole situation, like this happened in front of him every day, in his leather pants and all… man did he look like a woman in those. It looked like something I'd wear actually. Nevertheless he looked kind of good in them. Okay, I did not just think that.

'Don't be such a smart ass, bitch. I have no problems shooting you right now. And that's exactly what I'll do if you don't have anything useful for us anyway, so you might as well talk.' Skyer snapped me out of my thoughts.

'Okay okay! I'll talk.' I said through grinded teeth. What the hell was I doing? The man lowered his gun. Bad mistake. I quickly stood up and charged towards the guy, my hands may have been tied up but my feet weren't. I went for a roundhouse to the groin, but to my surprise Mello caught my foot and averted my kick. When had he even stood up off the chair?

Another mafia man grabbed me, roughly pushing me back down to where I was sitting with no sucess. 'Skyer! Quick, tie her feet up!' He squealed. Skyer did just that, grabbing the nearest rope hat lay a few feet away, and tying it tightly around my ankles. He tied it so tight I was pretty sure he cut off circulation in my legs.

Mello then shoved me down to where I was originally sitting.'You're pretty strong for a girl' I joked at Mello who didn't seem to find it as funny as I did. He pretended he didn't hear me, and it didn't bother him, but we all knew it did.

'Now then, let's start again?' He took out his chocolate.

I thought about this for a second. Our goal was technically the same: to catch Kira. And it's not as if I ever sworn to secrecy to Near. So why did I feel like I was betraying the SPK? In all fairness, they had a full right to point a gun at me; I was spying on them after all.

'Listen, I really don't know that much about the investigation-'

'Bullshit!' Mello cut me off.

'What?' I asked, kind of annoyed at the fact that he didn't even let me finish and already called bull. 'How the heck would you know?' although I knew that he was right.

'Number one,' he took another bite of his chocolate and swallowed like the previous time. Man, I am never going to get over how weird that looked. 'You have been working with the SPK for over 2 years. Do not try to tell me, you know nothing.' He walked up closer to me 'Number two, if Near assigned such a pathetic girl to spy on us, there must have been a reason for it. You're either close to finding Kira and want to check how close we are, or, you know absolutely nothing and want our information. There's also the possibility that the little twit wants to keep me under control, make sure I don't "hurt" anyone.' He snickered at the last part. Yep, he was right once again. 'of coarse I already suspected the place was bugged. It wasn't that hard to tell, considering how quiet Near gotten over the past couple of weeks.' How did he… Halle was right. They had spies set up in the SPK, but if they did… how come they haven't figured out we were spying on them way earlier?

'Whatever you chocoholic transvestite smartass.' I muttered. I looked up at him he looked hurt and kind of taken aback by that one. Good! 'I am not telling you anything. It seems like you already know it all anyway. Leave me alone.'

Mello just stood there dumbfounded. No smartass comments this time, huh? He turned around, away from me.

Suddenly Skyer once more pointed the gun at me, pointing it to the side of my head, not actually touching it 'Should I dispose of this one?' He smiled evilly in my direction. I was sure of it. This was the end. I closed my eyes, my heart picking up the pass.

'In good time.' Mello turned to face us again, avoiding looking at me. What? 'For now just keep her locked up here.'

'For what reason?' A mafia man at the back of the room asked. 'It doesn't look like she will tell us anything, why can't we just shoot her?'

'There is a very good reason.' Mello rubbed his temples for a second. 'We will find a way to make use of her.' And with that he took another bite of his chocolate and began to walk away. 'Just keep 'er tied up here until she decides to talk.' He then left the room completely.

Everyone else began to follow him.

I swear, the more I saw of Mello, the more I began to miss Near.

General PoV

3 days later:

Mello took out another chocolate bar. Being in the mafia sure was wearing him out. He knew he needed to do this. Sometimes he asked himself why he even bothered. But the answer was always the same: He needed to be the best. He has had enough of being second. This was his time, his chance. And the fact that an actual SPK member fell right into their trap meant they would be ahead of Near and co soon enough. He wasn't sure whether all of the bugs in the place were gone, but he decided to go with his gut in that they were.

'I reckon we get rid of her as soon as possible.' Jose suggested. 'This is dangerous, the last thing we need. It's been 3 days, we have to do something.'

'I'm agreeing', 'yeah,' 'true.' The other men sang and nodded at each other.

Rod had enough and slammed his hand down hard on the table he was standing beside. Everyone accept Mello who was diverged in his thoughts jumped up a little in fright. 'You're all idiots.' Rod bellowed.

'You're all missing the big point.' Mello joined him, snapping out of his daze. 'If this girl is actually working with the SPK, and we let her go, she'll report everything we know as soon as she gets the chance. Do you realise what this means? She knows too much.' Although Mello knew as well as Rod and some of the other mafia members, that she really didn't know all that much. Over the past couple of weeks, ever since he suspected they were being spied on, he tried to keep as low of a profile as possible in case his suspicion turned out to be true. Truth is, they didn't actually set up their own spies in the SPK. Yet. They however have managed to hack into their database, which wasn't a very easy thing to do, and lately the SPK haven't collected any new information about Kira, which only meant one this: their current attention was focused on something else.

Jose thought about what was said, 'What do you propose we do, Mello? Kill her?'

That was an option. However the more Mello thought about it the more that option became unavailable. 'We also can't do that. Near is tracking every single movement of hers, as well as ours. Alarm bells would ring if all contact between them stopped. We already let it go on for too long, 3 days without contact. If we killed her we would all be behind bars. Even the fact that all of their surveillance of this place suddenly stopped working is suspicious. I'm pretty sure the girl was the only one that had video feed, so at least we're safe on that aspect.' He licked a piece of his chocolate before slowly ripping it off and holding it in his mouth for a couple of seconds, then finally devouring it. God, how he loved chocolate, it tasted like heaven on earth.

He thought back to the girl in the basement. She was so pathetic, so dumb. She should have been more careful. Near chose the wrong person for the job, oh well, all to the mafia's advantage. However the thought of killing her just would not settle in his head. There was something about her, her long curly black hair, her hazel eyes that was so innocent. Chocoholic transvestite smartass. Is that what she called him? Suddenly he began to feel very uneasy.

'We've killed people before, what does this matter?' Skyer reasoned. And in a way he was right. But this case was different. Both logically and in Mello's head.

Rod rolled his eyes. Sometimes he thought him and Mello were the only intelligent people out of their whole gang. 'If we kill her it'll be all too obvious who was behind it. Don't you think it's a little too suspicious? We'll immediately have to move base as well as possibly change our names and whatever else the SPK know of our personal details.'

'Exactly, and plus she can be very useful to us. If we can get her to do what we say, it can work to our advantage.' Or at least Mello hoped. He just saved her life, and she owed him. He didn't even know the girl, but hell she owed him.

All of this became more and more confusing, even for Mello, why did he even care about this girls life? He needed to take a vacation. 'I'll tell you what, bring her here. I want to make her an offer.' He asked the others.

They exchanged glances with Rod who nodded in approval.

AN: alright, hope you liked that! Please please please please please comment, rate, favourite or whatever! Pretty please? Remember, your comments motivate me to update quicker! Things will get a little more interesting for Beth from now on.

Goodbye for now!