Her ankle clicked unpleasantly, and she knew what might come next. Grinding her teeth together she said "Swear, if I get another stress break, I am going to slaughter all of the cows in the world for not producing a single drop of efficient god damned milk." Disregarding the fact that her nutrition consisted mainly of junk food and cigarettes Now her ankle was bothering her. 'Eh fuck it. I'll just take the bus.' She thought to herself as she backtracked her steps to the bus stop she'd just passed. She waited impatiently at the bus stop. I've got 45 minutes to get there, and it's about a half hour for the bus ride, and another twenty minutes to get to the actual location on foot after that...This bus better hurry the fuck up. She thought, not even realizing that the man standing next to her was asking if she had a light. She really only heard the words as it registered in her mind that she needed some nicotine as well. "Oh. Yeah sure." she said plainly, not even so much as glancing at him as she dug into her large canvas bag to retrieve it. She pulled it out along with her F-sixes.

The courtesy of cigarette smokers applied even to strangers. You light theirs first. She barely took note of his appearance, other than his odd choice of clothing. Before she lit him up, she noticed the pack in his hand, and made a comment about his choice of cancer. "Really? You smoke Marlboro reds?" she said, arching one brow disapprovingly. Then he shrugged and said, "Hey, they're cheap and they aren't too bad." his voice as unique as his appearance. Then the distinct sound of a lighter flicking to life, then the burning squeal of the first inhale of a lit cigarette took over in place of conversation. "Gracias mistress." he said and before she could retort with a snappy response along the lines of "I'm not your fucking 'mistress.'" he had already begun walking toward, and getting into a red car parked nearby. 'What a weirdo...' She thought.

"Fucking finally." she said as she stepped toward the large vehicle. The change from her hands clinked in the slot and she took her seat. A few stops then after, a rather large man sat next to her taking nearly both seats. Crushing her small frame against the window. 'Why? Why always me? Why always the fat ones? Or the creepy ones?' She thought and damned all public transportation. The rest the bus ride dragged on as one would expect it to. Crying children, elderly people coughing, rotund, pungently scented men squishing you. As her stop was nearing she struggled to get her arm free from the tiny space she had to pull the rope and signify a stop. After stepping off the bus she shook out her jacket, and doused it with the perfume from her bag. "I am not smelling like dead fish that have been spoiling on the docks for three days." she said to herself recollecting what that fat man smelled of. She eventually arrived at her workplace building 'Well at least I got to work sort of on time.' She thought as she swiped her ID card at the door, entered her pass-code, and was granted access to the building. "Another day, another death, another scumbag goes in the slammer." she said on her way to her office-like area.

It was 4:00 by the time the information of a mock Jack The Ripper case came in. And 10:00 by the time they had traced evidence and people back to the killer. "Sometimes, I feel like this job is too easy, eh, Parker?" her clumsy-looking coworker, Rick said and nudged her elbow. "Heh, yeah." she said not looking up from her desk. He was the one guy she just wanted to be friends with because he was actually a friend. And every other male in the office treated her like a piece of meat. But ever since a few weeks ago, when they were having lunch and he tried to kiss her, she's been a little less than willing to interact with him. "Hey, it's about break time isn't it?" Rick said hinting that he needed to talk to her about something where no one could hear them. 'Great.' she thought, 'He's going to want to talk about that stupid time he tried to kiss me.' internally rolling her eyes, dreading the conversation. So they'd go out for a smoke. "Yeah, yeah. I'll be there in a second."

"So you're telling me, that there's a world famous serial killer, rumored to be in Japan, at this very moment- and has been for the past few years; and the United States government is keeping it from even us?" she said in a firm low voice and took a long, angry drag of her cigarette. Rick nodded, and exhaled. "Exactly. And we're one of the world's top investigation corps. You'd think they'd want help right?" she nodded confused. "Well, it's been said, that L is working on the case right now. And has a huge task force helping him out...I don't know if that's true, but I wanna know more about this..." he said curiously. Parker stood there, nearly frozen. 'L. L is leading the Kira investigation...It has to be true.' She kept the thought to herself. "That's a little absurd." she said in a questioning voice. "Don't you think though? That the world's most famous, and impossibly powerful serial killer is facing L, the world's most incredible and-" she cut him off. "Rick, listen. I don't wanna ruin your little fantasy world here, but if this Kira guy was real, and that famous, I think we'd have already known about him somehow if it's been going on for a few years already. It seems a little far-fetched." she said covering the truth. "Yeah, I suppose so. But you've got to admit, if it was a rumor or a hoax, it's pretty damn elaborate."

By the time she got home from work it was about 1:30am, Devon was already asleep. "I guess it'll have to wait til tomorrow." she said putting her bag on the wobbly kitchen table. Not even bothering to turn on any lights she made her way through the homely apartment she knew so well. Reaching her bedroom, she kicked off her shoes and sat at the end of the bed. "We have a long road ahead." she said to herself and sighed deeply, taking off and tossing her clothes onto the floor and crawling under the covers. Falling asleep too easily to the muffled sounds of the lively city outside.

-More updates soon! :3