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As I said L might be a little OOC.

Summary: This is set a few years before the Kira case. L is 19 almost 20 and already the top detective in the world. Why? Because, I can. When he meets a mysterious girl who's a lot like him. What is the story behind this girl? Who is she? Who is she running from and why? And most importantly can the world's greatest detective answer these questions and save her?

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, how ever sad it may be. But in reality would I be writing Fanfiction if I did?

Hey Readers! I'm back my dad is out of the hospital he's doing better. He just can't lift anything over five pounds for like three months. This means more work for me and a lot of irritation.

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Chapter Four-Hacker?

(L POV)

I was scanning my files on Tezira. They were patchy at best. Well the last two years were almost blank but, her life previous to her disappearance was quite in formative. She was a first chair orchestra violinist at a young age as well as a pianist. Privately tutored her whole life until middle school at least until middle school, after enrolling she graduated high school at the age of fourteen. As he continued reading something caught his eye.

A newspaper clipping:

Thirteen Year Old Wonder Child Wins Code Writing Competition

Thirteen year old Tezira-Jade St. Cloud wins national code writing competition in a landslide. Her superior hacking and writing skills she certainly has learned well from being at her parents' side. When asked what she thought of the award she replied:

"It's just another day with my dad really. All we had to do was innovate a new game software, too easy."

L searched through the articles praising her computer skills. It seems she was quite an experienced hacker.

"I wonder if she still hacks, hmm."

"L?"

I turned to the soft voice to see Tez.

"What are you reading?"

"Just some files."

I watched with interest as she tucked her hair behind her ear and pursed her lips. She'd been here with Watari and me for about two weeks now. I'd noticed her hair getting longer it seemed to grow faster than normal.

"What sort of files L?" She asked leaning over to look at the computer screen. As she leaned in front of me the sent of her jasmine shampoo invaded my senses. Her eyes wandered over the screen then she froze and stared back at me.

"You're investigating me? You already know who and what I am, L"

I looked at her and was instantly confused by the look of hurt on her face. I couldn't fathom why she would be upset by this. After all, she also knew who I was.

"Why are you so upset Tez?"

She turned to me. Her silver eyes were heart breaking and misty.

"I know you're the world's greatest detective and curiosity comes naturally to you but, some stories shouldn't be uncovered and some pasts left unvisited. If you wanted to know more about me you could have asked."

With those words she stood abruptly and turned to leave I watched her as she stopped in the center of the room. I was shocked when she turned to me.

"Why didn't you ask? Did you not trust that I would tell the truth?"

I noted that her voice shook but from what? Anger? No, I saw the tears fall from her eyes before she turned and ran threw the door. But, why was she so hurt?

(TJ POV)

I burst threw the door to my room and flopped onto the bed burying my face into the soft pillows. Why did he have to delve into my life? What does it mean to him? What do I mean to him? Am I just another case?

"Since when did I start asking so many questions? Ugh, that's another one." I mumbled into the pillows.

I flipped over (much easier since my abdomen healed) and stared at the ceiling painted a pleasing shade of champagne. The quilt on the bed was silky against my skin. I leaned over to the bedside table and grabbed the book that rested there. A book of ancient myths that I had picked up a while back and began to read.

A good while and several pages later there was a soft knock on my door. I stood after marking my place and made my way to the door. It's probably Wammy err, Watari rather. I though to myself as I opened the door, I was shock to find L standing there and not Watari. He looked up and our eyes met.

"I'm sorry to impose upon you Tez may I come in?"

I nodded and he entered appearing to be quite uncomfortable as he rested on the end of the bed.

"Is there something on your mind L?"

His sleepless eyes peered at me beneath a curtain of dark hair.

"Yes actually, I wanted to ask you where you've been the past two years and how you've survived."

"Here, there, and a little bit of everywhere, L."

I felt my eyes narrow, I was angry at him and not sure why. He looked at me and the atmosphere was tense and quiet.

"Tezira…" It was a surprisingly tender whisper. Confused I turned to him.

"Wha…"

The sound of my voice was muffled by his lips.

(L POV)

I kissed her. That shocked even me. I was never one to act upon impulse but, something about her drew me in. Her lips were soft and warm. I leaned back and looked at her. Her silver eyes were wide and a pink blush dusted her cheeks.

"L? W-why did you do that?"

That's a very good question.

"I believe I asked you a question first, Tez."

She cocked her head to the side and looked at me.

"About where I've been these past two years, well that's a long story, L. After the funeral I ran I used the "emergency kit" my dad gave me on my fifteenth birthday. I went to one of my dad's business friends. He let me stay for a few of days until I could get to the air port his daughter was a couple years older than me. She took me and got my hair cut and dyed a darker color. As it turns out my father sensed that something was going to happen he called him a month before the murders and set everything up. I got contacts and new clothes. By the time, I boarded a plane destined for London I had blond hair and blue eyes. I had become the first of my aliases, Eva Regan I speak fluent German so that was the first name my father picked. I floated from place to place after that changing my look and name. I was living off of accounts my father set up in false names. But of course I had to earn more money. I took contracts, I hacked for profit. Then before I knew it I had ended up here using the name Riza Melo. And he found me."

She finished and looked down though it was silent the name hung in the air like a thick fog. Damion Riker. It was then I realized just how much the girl in front of me had been through. She came home to find her parents dead, only to run away from her life, all for the sake of money and greed. I was unbelievably angry it confused me. Though, it's true that I am angered by injustice this was a white hot anger that I'd never felt before. Then some of her words caught my attention.

"Tezira, did you say you hacked for profit?"

Well guys that's chapter four. Sorry I left it a cliffhanger. But hey how else will I get people to read. :P Anyway I'm writing this to sharpen my skills and to keep my creative side from being killed by my logical side. Read and review.

-Rockangel777