Disclaimer: I'm not Kira, and kicking me won't change that!
A/N: I received a rather belated birthday present from a friend today. I am now the proud owner of a cosplay death note and an L plushy. Yay!
In other news, ignore the author's note on chapter three. It is a lie.
Revelations
By January, Carla was becoming well known as a private detective, and working with many police stations. The stream of unsolved, and occasionally challenging, cases, was keeping L occupied.
But there were complications.
She was not allowed to take more classified cases, because she always had to remove the case file. Many government officials wanted her to take those cases, too, but of course she could not. So Quillish waited, patiently, for the knock.
It came on January 21st, just as Quillish was going to go home for the night.
"Hello, L," said Quillish, as the door opened.
"Quillish," said the boy, and waited. L did not usually acknowledge him before getting to the point. Something was going on, here.
"Yes?" said Quillish, now exceedingly curious.
"I know you are technically skilled, and an inventor. I need a particular piece of technology, built to my specifications." L began.
"What do you need, L?" asked Quillish.
"I need a phone, with an untraceable and blocked number, a manner of identifying the callers, and voice modification built in." L said. Quillish put two and two together.
"You're planning on revealing that Carla's a go-between." Quillish said.
"Correct. Will this be possible? How long will it take?" L asked.
"I can do it. Pretty quickly, probably. You do realize phones cost money, right, L?" Quillish said.
"You do realize I take money for my detective services, right, Quillish?" L smirked
"I did not." Quillish said, raising an eyebrow.
"Hm. Anyway, I have a steady income more than sufficient to afford a phone. The matter is settled. Deliver the phone to me when it is complete." L said, and walked out.
So, in the spare time he had, Quillish purchased a phone, bought extremely expensive untraceable and blocked service for it, and began to modify it. He built in a voice modifier, and recreated a recently invented technology for identifying the numbers of callers. It wasn't actually that difficult, and he was done in less than a month. So he installed it in L's room. But he was curious what the reaction would be to this reveal, so he gave L one condition: he got to see it. L agreed.
So, on the evening that L had chosen for the reveal, the special phone was on speakerphone. And Quillish was in the room.
"Hello," said L.
"Who the Hell are you?" said the Commissioner of Police of the Metropolis, (the police commissioner of London, and the highest-ranking policeman of Britain).
"I am the one who has solved all cases passed to miss Carla Sorolin. She is currently the only one in possession of this number, so I assume she dialed it for you. If so, she will have already explained this fact to you." Said L.
"Sorolin did do both of those things, but my question was, who are you?" said the commissioner.
"My identity is classified. You may refer to me as L. The important thing is that Sorolin is a go-between, and that I cannot solve any cases that she cannot bring to me. Those cases will either have to be released into her custody, or remain unsolved. Please spread this message as widely as possible among law-enforcement agencies and officials." L said.
"Classified? Classified by who?" said the commissioner.
"That information is also classified." L said, and hung up before further questions could be asked.
"That was interesting," commented Quillish.
"It was as I expected. The message will be spread; my skills are highly respected and coveted among the law enforcement agencies of this country." L said.
L, as usual, was right. The message reached all the necessary people, and Carla bought back the very first classified case on February 28th, 1986.
After this, Quillish received several months of peace and quiet from L and Carla. It was not until June that any incident involving L disturbed the peace of Quillish's life. And it was not L, as usual, but Carla, who came to him.
The knock on the door was tentative.
"Come in," said Quillish.
"Hi Mr. Wammy," said Carla as she walked into the room.
"Hello, Carla," he said, and waited.
"Ummmm…" Carla said, "I don't know what to do…"
"About what?" asked Quillish.
"L wants to start taking international cases! I don't speak any other languages!" she said, sounding quite distressed.
"Don't worry, Carla," said Quillish, "a lot of people from other countries speak English, especially government officials, and there are a lot of English speaking countries. You can get by."
"Hummmm… okay…" she said, "But how will we get known internationally?"
"I'm sure you already are. Don't worry, Carla, everything'll be fine." Quillish said.
"Thanks, Mr. Wammy," she said. He dismissed her, and she left.
Then he got curious. Just how true was what he'd told Carla? He knew it had to be a little true, or he wouldn't have said it. But how far did L's reputation go?
Quillish was widely traveled. He'd been to quite a number of countries. And he'd made friends internationally. One of the ones he kept in regular contact with was a French police officer, by the name of Honoré Laurent. So Quillish called him up. After a few minutes of small talk and casual conversation, Quillish brought up the topic.
"Honoré, do you know anything about L?" asked Quillish.
"Elle? Which Elle?" Honoré asked.
"L, the private detective, the one whose been solving impossible cases all over Britain for the past few months?" Quillish said.
"Oh, that L! I've heard of him. A lot of high up officers wish he would go international; Britain's not the only country with difficult cases that need solving." Honoré said.
"Interesting," said Quillish.
"Why do you ask?" asked Honoré.
"I've just been hearing rumors about him, and I was wondering if he was international, or just in Britain." Quillish said.
They continued their conversation, about various topics, for a good while, but Quillish had learned what he needed to know. L was a precious commodity, even internationally.
A/N: Fun Fact: in the Mangaverse, the universe I use, Light was born on 2/28/86.