*** Author's Note **

Sorry it's taken me so long to post this. I have been incredibly busy all the time. In fact,
I just got a job and I start tomorrow! Wednesday, October 13! O.o what a day to start
work! Anyway~ I am working at Subway. Eat fresh! Lol. God! I am so excited!
Eh. Also, I broke my tooth. It sucks… I mean, it doesn't hurt… yet… The dentist
said I would have to get root canal. This sucks lol. I can't win for losing. Never.
Also I got a new person to add to our running list and I found two more that my radar
had missed. I don't miss you if you review *Wink*
PLEASE REVIEW!

Anyway~ Name drop awards today go to… DarkCarolineRiddle,
Kiri-chan 'n' Kimi-chan, and .Xx

Also, I made an agreement with the winner of the contest to stick them in chapter 11
because of my poor timing *sweat drop* This part was important so it had to happen
here. Also, you will be happy because it is a longer chapter than my normal ones.
So, Enjoy!

~Gebrelle

*** End Note ***

Nina arrived ten minutes later than she was supposed to and kicked herself the entire way to the door. Everyone tried to get volunteer hours here, and with a first-come-first-serve basis, she doubted she would have a job.

This wasn't the first time she had been in this building, and as she made her way to the office in the back, she kept noticing the Halloween decor. Pumpkins adorned desks and laminated paper bats hung from the ceiling in a random fashion. When she reached the door she was looking for, she noticed there was a paper taped to the door that was labeled 'Volunteer Registration' printed in a whimsical font that only made it harder to read. She took a deep breath and opened the door, hoping for some luck.

When she entered, the lady at the desk was wearing nice clothes to be working at the fire hall, she dressed like the secretary she was, dark purple skirt and matching vest; Nina could tell that her shoes probably matched, but she couldn't see under the desk. Her hair was piled into a messy bun on the top of her head, and had at least one ink pen hiding in its frizz. She had just got off the phone and looked at Nina expectantly.

"I'm here for the volunteer work…" she said trailing off.

"Oh! I'm sorry sugar," she apologized in a very southern accent, "But I'm afraid all the spots have been filled in."

The door opened behind her and someone came in, waiting their turn to speak with the secretary. She cast them a glance and saw it was only a cop with some papers.

"None at all? Nowhere you could stick me that could use a tiny bit of extra help?" She hated begging, but she had no other options at this point, plus, some people were easy victims for it, and this secretary seemed like she was.

"I'm sorry shugg, I've already let in three extras; I really can't." So Nina's observations hadn't been wrong, she was just too late.

It was then that a voice behind her spoke, "We could use your help at the station. If you don't mind being there with Kira back…" he trailed off, thinking she would decline. Little did he know that she had absolutely no fear of Kira killing her.

"Really?" she asked in a perky voice, spinning around to look at him. Working at a police station? All the better. "Sure, I'm not going to be picky about where I get my volunteer credit from. Plus, I doubt Kira would bother any volunteers. That would just be weird."

The officer, who's name, John Rice, she made note of, gave his stack of papers to the secretary and told her that they were short staffed at his station. She thought it was probably because no one wanted to die. Many just skipped out that day.

Nina was glad that the DeathNote had indirectly made things easier for her in her daily life, but she reminded herself that the DeathNote was not for personal gain.

She followed Officer Rice out of the fire hall and outside. "Need a ride?" he asked placing a hand on the door.

She grinned, "Imagine if my dad heard. Nah, I'll pass today, officer. Plus, I really~ can't leave my bike here," she said, hopping on her motorcycle and putting her helmet on.

The officer laughed and said he'd meet her at the station; it was then that she noticed it was getting easier to ignore Light. She cast him a look and grinned, he had to find it just as ironic as she did that she was getting to work in the police department.

She revved her bike to life and followed the cop out.

When she got to the station she was relieved to find that they had motorcycle parking in the front and she instantly liked this place better.

"My kind of place," she joked with the officer, obviously talking about the parking in the front. He grinned and took her inside, showing her around some and he finally placed her in the report room to run errands for the front desk.

Nina stayed busy all day, getting passed from one person to another, never interning to one person for more than 30 minutes and quickly learned the layout of the place. By the time she got to the dispatcher, she was feeling useful and ran a few for her. She was returning with the dispatcher's coffee when she came in to find one of the few people in charge in the office. The two were being quiet though and were listening to the CB. Nina slowed when she entered the room and listened intently while passing the dispatcher her coffee.

There was another riot going on, but this one was a pro-Kira. She swallowed her smile before it could even make her lips twitch, "Ugh," she said trying to sound annoyed, "How terrible." Her words brought the other two out of their listening mode.

The deputy shook his head. "Send all available officers down there. We'll break it up before they get too many spectators and someone gets hurt," he said, sounding tired. "And here I was, going to ask you to have someone take this for me."

The dispatcher grinned, "That one's a good one," she said motioning to Nina, "follows directions to the T." she turned and began barking orders over the CB.

Nina stepped into the hall with the officer, "Listen closely. One of the criminals Kira killed lived in this district. I need you to take these case files to the FBI office at the federal plaza. And make it snappy," he was short and to the point on everything he said. She nodded and slid the file into her bag that she was still running around with, unwilling to leave it anywhere.

"Yes, sir," she said, heading straight for the door. This was going to be an interesting predicament.

She hopped on her bike, dropping her messenger bag into a saddle bag and she pulled on her helmet before leaving in a spray of gravel.

Halfway to the plaza, Nina pulled her motorcycle into a random parking lot. Checking for cameras, she took the DeathNote out of her bag, leaving it in the folder that was protecting it, and shoved it under everything else in the most cluttered saddle bag, before pulling quickly back out into the road. No way was she chancing something like taking her DeathNote into the building, no matter how badly she hated leaving it in her motorcycle. At least the bags had locks on them, with a chain lining, it made it too hard to cut the bag open anyway…

When she got to Federal Plaza, she was still not sure what she was going to do. It was an interesting concept, Kira going into the FBI headquarters, DeathNote in her bike, to turn in papers from a case file of a victim she herself had killed the night before. It was very ironic and very interesting. When she asked herself why she took the file and ran the errand, her only answer for herself was 'Know your enemies'. She thought it was odd, honestly, to be thinking of the FBI as the enemy. It kind of made her feel like a terrorist…

She shook her head as she entered the building; there was a large lobby with a couple of elevators and a large desk right there in the center.

As she approached the desk, she saw the surly looking receptionist. He looked down at her from over his desk. "State your business."

She pulled the case file out of her bag, "I need to take this to whoever is supposed to deal with the Kira case."

The receptionist unhappily gave her a visitor's ID and the office number of an Albert Kline in office 379. She thanked him and got into the elevator. Logical building layouts labeled the room numbers by the floor number, suggesting that 379 was on the third floor.

Her deductions had been correct and she quickly found the office. When she knocked on the door, she glanced through the window when she got no response. No one was in the office.

"Albert is up there visiting Randy in his office, if it's important, go see him there," Nina spun around; a large woman had come out of the office across the hall. She said thank you with a nod of her head and headed back to the elevator where there had been a floor directory.

She looked at the list of floors and names. There was no 'Randy' but she hadn't really been expecting for there to be. There were, however, three 'Randall's. The woman had said up. There was only one Randall above the 3rd floor. 523. She hit the elevator button and rode up a couple more floors. She was on her way to 523 when she almost passed a couple men talking. One's floating name said 'Albert Kline' the other was not 'Randy' but someone he had probably run into on his way back to his office.

"Agent Kline?" she asked as she approached the two. Kline pardoned himself from the conversation and the other man continued to where he had initially been heading.

She dug around in her bag again and pulled out the case file. "I believe that this is for you," she said with a friendly smile, presenting him with the document as if she were so very proud of herself. She wasn't. In fact, she was quite the opposite. She was not impressed at all by the oh-so-great FBI.

He took the file without a word and looked it over, and then he sighed and closed it, "I really wish there were more leads than what there are…"

She looked at him and smiled her most innocent smile, "At least you can narrow it down to the 22 states in the eastern time zone, well, and a few other places…" she said, dropping the information her dad had given her. Surely Near had already figured that part out. This wouldn't be anything he didn't already know. Assuming that the FBI hadn't gotten a hold of him yet, or that they had and Near had not shared everything he thought about the case, she was pretty sure she would be okay either way.

He looked at her with a very confused look. "What do you mean?" he asked, very interested.

She shared with the Agent everything her father had told her earlier that day, and when she finished, he looked very thoughtful. "You came up with this on your own?" he asked.

She nodded slowly as if anyone could have come up with the same conclusion. There was a small silence and she heard the movement of fabric. When she turned to see who was there, a figure detached itself from the shadows.

"That was exactly the hypothesis I came up with, miss…" he trailed off waiting for her name.

"Nina."

"I like your reasoning skills Miss Nina," he said darkly. When he finally came out to where she could see him, she was sure she would never forget him. He had dark red hair that almost fell in his face, and ice blue eyes. He wore a grey long sleeved tee shirt and black jeans, keeping his hands in his pockets. "My name is Scott," he continued, coming over to stand by Agent Kline. "I'll remember your face," he said, but where most may consider it a friendly saying, it really sounded more like a threat. This young man did not match what she had read about Near, but he was obviously sharp. Too sharp. And here at the FBI too. She glanced up and noticed his name was not Scott as he said it was. A fake name. Interesting.

"And I, yours," she said with a light smile and a curt nod, hoping hers sounded as double edged as his, "But I must be going now, gentlemen, excuse me," she said ducking into the elevator that had just delivered two passengers from a lower floor. And watched 'Scott' as the doors closed.

She held her composure in the elevator because she was sure that the red head was going to check them, he had seemed too interested. She should have just kept her mouth shut. On her way out, she cheerfully turned in her visitor's pass and wasted no time getting on her bike.

Only when she had her helmet on, did she allow herself to frown. She furrowed her brow and cranked up her bike and went home. Work hours were over and they wouldn't be expecting her back until Wednesday.

When Nina got home, she pulled into the garage and cut the engine. Grabbing her DeathNote and stuffing it into her bag. When she passed through the kitchen, she set some chicken out on the counter to thaw, and grabbed two bags of chips, continuing to her room. Once she was in her room, she flopped onto her bed, and tossed a bag of chips to Light.

"What did you think of that so-called 'Scott'?"