Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. Would I truly be writing fanfiction if I did? Yes, but I still don't own it.

A.N./ I would have updated yesterday but my friend broke up with her boyfriend. She's pretty upset because he's trying to say she's harassing him and that he's going to call the cops. We both know that he won't do it and that she isn't harassing him. I think it's just rude of how he's treating her but you all don't care about that. Also, good news, my favorite story of all time has been updated. A return to the sea. It's really well written but unless you have read Ningyou Kyuutei Gakudan then you won't know the characters. You all should read it. I loves it. I believe that it is better than Death Note but I can't portray the characters well enough so I no write. T-T Review.

[Mello's point of view]

Mello woke up the next morning to the feeling of breathing on his neck. Being the amazing super ninja that he is, what he calls himself when with L, he didn't lose his head but simply tried to recall taking someone home for a one night stand. Then, his memory came flooding back as he recalled Near and all his chibi cuteness.

Mello slowly pushed the kid off of him when he noticed the black bag resting on his stomach. He carefully picked it up examining it before looking inside. What he found surprised him. There was cash. Not a small amount but a very large amount that Mello guessed had to be about a million dollars if not more.

He looked down at Near who had cuddled into a ball holding the teddy bear. Mello put two and two together. He assumed that it was Near even though he didn't really have evidence. He grabbed his cell phone and walked into the living room. He didn't want to wake Near if he actually had done it. That would just cause problems.

Mello quickly dialed L's number waiting as it rang over and over and over until he finally picked the phone up.

"Yes, I'm kind of busy at the moment."

"L, I have at least a million dollars in a black bag. I need finger print analysis and DNA analysis. I think the culprit of the museum thefts was actually a child." He heard L sigh over on the other end.

"Do you have a suspect?" The question was more along the lines of you better have one or this conversation is over.

"Yeah... He's sleeping in my bed."

"I'll call the chief."

"Thanks, L." Mello said as he hung up. He sighed. Near being the thief was a little far fetched but he had no other explanation for as why he had a million dollars on his stomach when he woke up. Plus, L and him had been looking for the DNA of a man not a child. A child wouldn't have his DNA in the system yet, well probably, and so it wouldn't come up if they had found DNA.

Mello sighed and walked back to the bedroom. Near was still there curled up in a ball looking as innocent as ever. Mello was really hating himself for suspecting a child but his gut told him it was Near. His gut often didn't fail him, often, it happened every now and then. Mello was sure Near was behind the thefts of the museums. He didn't want to believe it but something told him he was right.

He walked over to his bed and sat down waiting for someone the chief sent to come over and ask all sorts of questions he really didn't feel like answering. He had to keep an eye on Near even though he truly didn't believe the child would go anywhere. He couldn't really let him out of his sight. He was still a suspect as far as Mello was concerned.

[Near's point of view]

Near had woken up when Mello had moved him but remained quiet and still seeing as how he heard Mello's conversation with L. Mello had a really loud mouth if he didn't know it. Near didn't mean it in a bad way but he meant that Mello must be sociable since his voice carried. He thought it was cool that Mello could make his voice so loud.

The point was Near heard the conversation and knew he was being suspected of theft. He didn't really know what to do. He knew that he was a suspect and probably the only one but what more could he do. All he could really do was sit there and wait while pretending to be asleep. He almost wished he was asleep. It would make things easier.

Near tried to level out his breathing to not make it noticeable that he was awake and was about to cry because he practically had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He didn't want to go to jail.

Unbeknownst to Near, he was already crying. He didn't mean to. It was just something he did when he was upset. He didn't even realize that Mello was softly stroking his hair to relax him. He was probably past the point of caring.

Near stayed curled into a ball for now still pretending to be asleep. He would keep pretending until the people came to arrest him.

[Mello's point of view]

Mello heard someone knock on the door. He automatically assumed it to be the person the cheif sent. He went to door and opened it without checking to see who it was first.

A man stood there with red hair and bright orange goggles. Mello just stood there for a moment.

"May I help you?" He questioned. He had no idea who the man at his door was.

"Mells?"

"Uhm..."

"Long time no see. How ya doin'?" Mello just stood there a moment before answering.

"Fine, and you are?" The red head's mouth dropped open to reveal all of his pearly whites.

"How can you forget me? I'm Matt. From high school. We used to be best friends!" Then, Mello's memory came rushing back to him. He took in the red head and all the changes he went through since they were together.

"Matt! Come in, come in. Geez, I didn't recoginze you." Mello blubbered as he placed his long lost friend on the couch.

"'s fine. 'S fine. What're ya doing nowadays anyway?" Mello watched as Matt lit a cigarette. He took it out of his mouth while burning it against the red head's skin.

"No smoking inside the house. There's a little kid sleeping in there and I don't want him to get second hand smoke from your cancer sticks. I'm a detective by the way." He watched Matt's eyes open wide as he took in a slight breath of air. Mello gave him a questioning look.

"I should go..." He watched the red head's demeanor change within seconds.

"Why? You just got here."

"Well... Mells, I'm working as a hacker for the mob now and I can't really talk to you..." This was now time for Mello to be in shock.

"Hey, don't look so surprised. I should be the one surprised with all the shit we pulled when we were hanging out back then."

"Matt, I don't give a damn if you're working for the mob now, you are still going to be my best friend. If I have to force you it won't be pretty." Matt and him chuckled at the last line.

"I'll write down my number then you can call me. I prefer being called around midnight if you don't mind." Mello shook his head.

"I usually am up till then anyways." Matt nodded and headed for the door.

"I've got a client I have to go to so..." Mello grabbed his red head and gave him a very forceful hug.

"Alright."

"Mells..."

"Mhmm."

"I can't go with you holding onto me." Mello reluctantly let go of Matt and wished him a fairwell. He hoped the red head was going to be alright. He turned around and saw Near's little white head peeking out from the bedroom door. He was going to have to deal with that in a little while. Mello sighed. He really wished he had picked an easier profession. A child as a thief could only show how wrong the society was heading. He really didn't want to be the one looked down upon just because he was a cop. Maybe he should change his profession. Maybe...

A.N./ You all hate me for not keeping my promise and updating everyday don't you? I don't care because my friend needed me. I have poll on profile! Vote or I will eat your face off. I'll turn into Hannibal the Cannibal so vote! And Review! I send green bear after you. If I send him after you though the orange cows will follow and then the brown aliens will go after them. It's just going to be a mess. My beta couldn't do this chapter. T-T That's okay though. She's taking a vacation. :)