AN:

I'm so super sorry for the long wait! As I've said, a lot going on!

Thank you so so so much to xXGhostBunnyXx! You are very kind :) if you ever write anything of your own (which I hope you do!) I'll definetly check it out! You're well worthy of a kiss from L!

How to read:

This chapter is also a little short, and I'm so extremely sorry! I had to change the plot, just a little bit to suit the goings on of this chapter. Next chapter will be an important one aswel and Ihave an idea of how I want to go about it, but yeah! Beth is a little off in this chapter but soon you will know why. well apart from the whole being a hormonal woman. Sorry for any typos too, because it's like 3 am right now, but yeah enjoy:

Number two

General Pov:

Sayu was casually walking home from a friend's house, her phone in her hand after texting. The street wasn't that busy, you'd get an occasional car pass by but it was mostly quiet. She noticed a man in a suit walking behind her but gave him little attention turning the corner. Her house was just down the road. She was lost in a daydream as she walked and wasn't really paying attention to where she was going, when unexpectedly somebody bumped into her from the front. She apologised being polite, but before she could finish what she was saying she was grabbed from behind and put into an arms lock making her drop her phone.

She immediately started to struggle, yelling 'help!' but to her dismay nobody was around. The man that was previously walking behind her put a cloth full of some kind of smelly liquid in her face. She tried not to breathe it in by holding her breath but eventually gave up and let herself fall into a deep slumber.

Beth's Pov:

Sayu arrived two days later. She had a blindfold on her the whole journey here, now they just settled for a mouth gag. She was led into the main room still gagged as some of the men made hooting sounds at her and giving her 'the look'.

I felt disgusted. The poor girl, she was only a year or so younger than me and this must have been so traumatic for her.

'You're quite the pretty one aren't you?' Snyder smirked at her. Her eyes widened, obviously terrified. She then moved her gaze towards me. I could tell she was surprised there was a woman in this place. Her eyes were full of tears, it was as if she was begging for me to help her- me. The only person in the room she could relate to.

'Knock it off.' Mello told the guys. Well thank god at least he had some common sense.

Mello… We hadn't spoken since the phone call with Near unless you count him giving me instructions. What his deal was I still didn't know, but nevertheless I decided to give him some space as I have been quite intrusive in his life. Something he clearly didn't want. He didn't need me in his life and that was fine by me.

Wasn't it?

I had to admit it hurt, I didn't understand why. But I decided to just deal with it. I was here because I was being made not to make friends, or anything more…

Sayu was put on the couch, still gagged and two of the mafia men sat on either side of her. Mello took a phone out of his pocket. 'Beth you did find the number of the Japanese task force, didn't you?' he asked coldly.

Instead of replying - because I was pretty pissed off at that stage at the fact that he was just so… mean – I handed him the piece of paper with the information I was told to research earlier.

Mello scanned his eyes over it and finding the number, he dialled. 'Look, about trading the director for the notebook, the deal has been cancelled. Takimura is dead.' Mello sneered into the phone as soon as someone answered.

I heard a brief 'bastard' coming from the other end. Well, you can't argue with that one.

Mello only smiled evilly hearing this and continued. 'It's only cancelled though regarding the director. The new deal is this: the notebook...' he took a little pause 'for Sayu Yagami.' Shocker. 'Seeing as you are the director of the Japanese police, it would be stupid to ask you not to call the cops. But you had better handle this on your own, without backup. If I see the police making any big movements in the next little while, I'll kill your daughter. That's right' he snickered, 'just as easily as we killed the director. I'll send you a photo of Takimura's corpse to prove I mean business. Take a good look. I'll contact you tomorrow.' And with that he hung up.

He then put the phone back into his pocket. I noticed it was my phone and rolled my eyes. 'Why the hell did you use my phone to talk to them?'

'Because I felt like it.'

Well then. The fact that I couldn't make a good comeback as it would have just been ignored only made me more annoyed. I made my hands into fists.

'What do we do with the girl?' Rod asked. For a second I completely forgot about her I was too busy being mad at Mello.

'Put her in the basement for now.' Mello said.

The mafia men roughly pushed her up and began dragging her out the door. I had to find a way to talk to her. I felt a part of this, taking a bit of responsibly of what she had to live through, simply because she was at the wrong place at the wrong time. 'Wait, can I come with you? I want to see her.' I called after them and began running in the direction they had taken Sayu.

'Do whatever you want kid, just don't untie her.' one of the men said as they sat her down on the same chair Takimura had been sitting on. His body has been removed, although I had no idea how they disposed of him.

Everyone but the man that answered me left the room closing the door shut. I walked up the poor, crying Sayu and soothingly patted her on the shoulder. She flinched away for a second but then relaxed realising I wasn't going to hurt her. 'Listen to me: It'l be okay. You'll be back home soon.' I said.

She shook her head and cried more. Oh right, she's gagged. They told me not to untie her, but they said nothing about removing the gag. I looked back at the man standing by the door; he was supposed to be guarding her. Ah, he won't mind.

I reached behind Sayu's head and untied the knot holding her gag.

The man snorted 'Hey hey! What do you think you're doing? Were you listening to what I said earlier?'

'I'm only removing the gag, I'll put it back in once I'm done okay?'

Once the gag was untied I gently took it out of her mouth. She opened her mouth and croaked 'Origato.'

I smiled warmly back at her. I understood exactly how she felt, these guys can be pretty rough, but at least I was expecting all of the tying up and the interrogation. She wasn't at all. 'Do you want some water?'

She nodded shyly back at me.

'I'll be right back' and with that I got up, gave the guy who was supposed to be guarding her a nod and left towards the kitchen to get her some water and maybe a snack to calm her down.

I looked through some of the cupboards in the kitchen and found a packet of biscuits which I took out to bring to Sayu. I also poured her a big glass of water, and made my way back down towards the basement. I had taken a longer root back. A route that went right by Mello's room. I stopped in front of his door and stared at it for a couple of seconds. I don't know what came over me, but I really wanted to knock on it. I stood there like that for about a minute hesitating on whether I should or not, but deciding against it kept walking down. I needed to get back to Sayu after all. Plus there was no sure way to tell if he was even in his room.

Yes. Sayu. The fact that I didn't knock has nothing to do with me being a chicken. I reassured myself.

Once safely back in the basement, I put the cup at Sayu's lips since her hand were tied. I removed the cup as soon as she tilted her head back as if to say she had enough. I then let her take a bite of her biscuit. The whole thing felt like I was a mother feeding a child.

She smiled at me, calming down a little. That was a relief. She chewed and swallowed the biscuit piece, politely refusing to take any more. I ate the remaining part of the biscuit myself.

'Who-Who are you?' Her voice trembled.

I took a nervous glance at the guard at the door, then focused on her again 'I'm afraid I can't tell you that. I know you might not believe me, and this sounds so vague but nobody will hurt you. I won't let them.'

With a pleading look she whispered 'Really?'

I nodded and smiled, giving her a slight pat on the shoulder. 'I'm sorry about this but I must put the gag back in for now… if it was my choice I'd leave it out but since it isn't, well… yeah.'

Sayu nodded in agreement. I put the gag back in her mouth and tied it around her head, slightly lighter than it was tied the last time. I then stood up and walked out of the room, giving her a last wave.

The next day, Mello called the task force again, telling them to come to LA with the notebook. They must have traced the call by now which means of coarse Mello wasn't calling from our usual location, which also meant that before Mello could make the call he had to ensure to have a picture of Sayu in case the director asked to contact her. That was the only time Sayu came out of the basement . The next day she was to be transported. The mafia still didn't trust me fully so of course I wasn't told where but I was visiting her for the last time. I knew I would never see the girl again, and if something didn't go according to plan… well that would take quite the literal meaning.

'It's okay alright? They're only taking you to another base,' I assured her, although I couldn't tell, even to myself for sure weather that was true. I gave her a brief hug before the mafia man that was supposed to be guarding her roughly told her to get up and pushed her along the stairs and out the door.

I sighed. To go to such extreme measures for something so stupid. Nevertheless I had no say in it.

Shaking my head in disgust I headed back to the main room and as soon as I came in plopped on the couch, exhausted, not physically of coarse but this was all getting to be too much. Mello sat to my left with his laptop, researching something. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, but quickly looked away before he noticed.

Out of nowhere he said 'Good that you're here, I need your help.'

Me? I wasn't sure whether he was talking to me or someone else in the room so I looked around but nobody else was there. 'Umm, my help?'

He looked away from his laptop and at me a little confused, 'why so surprised?'

Why am I so surprised? Because for the past couple of days you acted like I did something to you and now, instead of commanding me you ask for my help. I wanted to say but didn't. Instead I settled for 'What is it?'

He looked around as if to check if anyone else was listening. Knowing that there wasn't, he shifted a little closer to me and spoke in a quieter tone, 'listen to me carefully: I won't allow any mistakes. Rod wants one of our men out.'

I knew where it was going and I didn't like it one bit. 'You aren't asking me to assassinate anyone are you?'

He laughed a little, not light-heartedly but sarcastically as if to say like you could assassinate anyone! 'No.' He snorted. Well that was a relief. However my relief was short lived. 'Basically,' Mello continued 'There is a helicopter on the west wing… I'm sure you already know that. In the next couple of days things are going to get interesting.' I didn't like the sound of that, but even so I nodded as if I understood.

Suddenly Mello leaped off the couch and began walking away, gesturing for me to follow. I did. After a silent walk, we ended up outside the door of that storage closet I first hid in when I was nearly caught exploring the base. He opened the door and pointed at the very top shelf. A couple of strange looking, missile like devices lay there.

'See those?'

'Yeah?'

He reached up, pulled one down with both of his hands and handed it to me. I nearly dropped it with its weight, that thing must've been at least a ton. 'I want you to rig the helicopter with these.'

'What for…' but then it came to me 'You dick!' I gasped.

He wanted me to fill the helicopter with…. Explosives? He wanted me to kill a man by… he had another thing coming, if he thought I'd actually do that.

'Have you completely lost what was left of your bloody mind? Do you realise that you're basically asking me to kill someone right now?' I yelled at him, not caring if anyone around the base heard. I put the device down on the shelf that was empty to my right. 'You are a heartless asshole! Do you realise how much- Ouch!'

Suddenly, I was pinned to the wall of the closet. Mello held both of my wrists at either side of my body. I looked at him, his eyes were filled with pure anger… I guess I should have cooled it with the insults. 'Listen to me.' He hissed, pressing me even harder against the wall as his eyes narrowed, 'you do whatever I say. I didn't ask for your opinion. I don't give a shit about your ideals, call me whatever you want, I don't care. As long as you're here, I am your master and you do whatever I tell you understood?'

My eyes filled with tears. I was terrified of him at this point. If I wasn't sure before I knew now, he had finally lost it. He was not a sane man. Not sane at all. I stared into his icy blue eyes, hoping he would let me go. His grip on me lightened and his eyes widened again. Maybe he realised what he had done?

Neither of us anything for a second or two before he fully released me. He rubbed the back of his head. Well this is awkward.

It's funny how quickly my mood changed right that second. I did something that shocked both me and him right there. I wasn't really sure why I did it, but it was like something else took over my body. I leapt up and hugged Mello around the neck. I hugged him. If I thought he was losing it, so was I no question.

He stood there stunned for a couple of seconds not sure how to react but then wrapped his arms around my waist. 'What are you doing?' he whispered.

'I… don't know.' I answered truthfully. What was this weird feeling I got when I did this? It's almost as if I was happy to be hugging him! Literally a minute ago I was terrified of him, and now- this felt different. I wasn't happy, I was just relieved. Or was I? What was going on?! 'I'm sorry I insulted you so much…'

He didn't answer. We stood there like that for a couple of seconds before he pushed me off of him. 'That was weird,' he muttered. He then picked up the device again and turned to me 'look forget about it alright? Ill set it up myself.' And with that he left.

General Pov:

Darts was definitely not his thing. You could ask him to do almost anything, solve the hardest of equations or puzzles! But when it came to these little pointed arrows, he had no idea how to throw them so that they'd actually stick in the board. He wasn't about to give up though. He picked one up, aimed and threw. He would have gotten quite close to the centre too but the stupid thing only bounced off the board and fell right down to the floor. He wasn't sure himself why he was so bad at this. Maybe his mind was occupied with something else? No with someone else. He stopped himself before he went there. The case. His mind was occupied with the case.

'So what you're telling me is that Kira killed Takimura, not the kidnappers?' The director of the SPK questioned Near. Of coarse he would, the idea was farfetched. But Near knew that it couldn't have been the kidnappers. There were many reasons for why he thought so and he had good evidence to support it. Why would the kidnappers change their tactics so quickly?

'I'm simply putting it forward as a possibility,' Near reasoned. He was almost certain it was true, exactly 63%. 'If it does turn out to be true, that means Kira must be getting his information from the Japanese police.'

He then threw another dart; this one however didn't even hit the board. The director's phone rang and he reached into his pocket to pick up. He looked down onto it: an unknown number. Shrugging he answered it.

'This is L.' The synthetic voice on the other end said.

The director seemed to be surprised Near wasn't at all however. He knew. This L… well wasn't L. He couldn't be.

'I don't believe it,' The director covered the phone for a second, 'It's L!'

Near knew straight away what he was going to do.

The second L informed them he knew about John Mackenroe or rather Larry Connors. He then asked whether the SPK would help the Task Force with the investigation into the murder of Takimura.

'Pass me the phone,' Near requested.

The director did as he asked. Near switched the voice filter on and spoke, 'I'm pleased to meet you at last, L number two.'

AN: You know what to do! Until next time ^_^ this time I offer the reviewers cake and super sweet tea with lots of sugar, the way L likes it!