Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or any of its characters. (sad face)

A/N: Wow, it's been over a year since I last updated this. Naughty author, naughty. I'm really sorry for making you wait this long but you aren't here to read about me, are you? So, here's chapter four! I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it!

Chapter Four: Fallout

"I can't believe it!" Matsuda exclaimed. "How is this even -" He stopped, unable to finish his sentence. This has got to be some kind of sick joke…

The group of investigators was silent for a long time, staring agog at the monitors overhead. Despite their initial feelings of horror, a morbid fascination kept their eyes glued to the screen as Misa put a hand under L's thin white shirt and pulled it over his head, planting kisses on his emaciated chest.

"Are you sure we should be watching this?" Mogi asked doubtfully, giving Light a sidelong look.

"Well, why not?" Matsuda asserted. "Just think. If it was one of us up there, wouldn't he be doing the same thing?"

"Yeah, it's about time he got a taste of his own medicine," Aizawa concurred.

Matsuda pondered this for a few seconds.

"I never would have guessed that Misa could fall for Ryuzaki though, considering how dedicated she was to Light."

"She must have just been putting up a front," Aizawa replied callously, taking a sip of coffee. "All of that crap about her hating Ryuzaki was just to throw us off the scent, just trying hide what was really going on."

Matsuda looked over at Light who was sitting rigidly in his chair, staring glassy-eyed at the monitors.

"Are you sure he's feeling okay?" Matsuda whispered to the others.

"Of course he is!" Aizawa boomed. "Aren't you Light?"

Light forced a thin smile but stayed silent.

Aizawa patted Light on the back and shoved a mug of hot coffee into his hand. "See Matsuda, nothing to worry about! Now, let's enjoy the show shall we?"

Misa climbed into L's lap and in one swift movement, pulled him into a deep kiss. L closed his eyes, thin fingers clutching at Misa's hair. Suddenly, the detective's eyes snapped open, the black pupils boring through the monitor and into Matsuda's. He's seen the camera.

Matsuda looked at his colleagues, none of whom seemed particularly phased by this latest development. I can't be the only one who saw that that. Why is nobody saying anything? No longer able to suffer in silence, he turned to Mogi.

"What if he knows that we're watching him?" Matsuda fretted.

"I wouldn't worry about it," Mogi reassured him, "those cameras are state of the art. It would-"

"Oh shut UP you two!" Aizawa interrupted. "You guys are going to miss everything!"

L trailed light kisses down Misa's neck, tracing her collarbone lazily with one finger.

"Ryuzaki!" she giggled, squirming away slightly, "that tickles!"

Misa wrapped her arms tightly around him as his hips ground up against hers, burying her face in his shoulder to suppress a moan.

Aizawa snickered. "I never would have guessed that Ryuzaki had that in him."

Matsuda gave him a quizzical look. "What are you talking about?"

"I mean, after working with this guy for months, you would have never guessed that he was human like the rest of us."

"You have to see this," Mogi spluttered, barely able to contain his laughter long enough to speak. Four heads snapped upward; no one wanted to miss the slightest detail.

L was on his knees and, much to the amusement of the Taskforce, he was attempting to remove Misa's skirt. However, after fumbling for a few seconds, he gave up altogether. He turned away and sat on the edge of the bed, his usually colourless cheeks tinged pink.

"My apologies, I-I've never done anything quite like this before," L stammered, chewing his thumb nervously.

Misa sat down next to him and placed her hands on either side of his face.

"Neither have I," she smiled, kissing him on the lips. The look on L's face set off a burst of laughter downstairs at task force headquarters.

"I can't see him having had much experience with girls," Matsuda chuckled, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

"Yeah, I bet he's never even 'done the deed' before," Mogi said, exchanging a knowing look with Aizawa.

Matsuda was quite puzzled. If there was one thing he hated, it was being left out of something.

"Deed? What deed?" A sudden realization hit him. ""Oh! That deed."

Aizawa cast him a scathing look. "Honestly Matsuda, I had no idea you were that naïve."

Matsuda muttered something about brewing a new pot of coffee, trying to steer the conversation away from his own lackluster love life. He concentrated on looked back up, idly watching the couple onscreen until something caught his attention.

"Guys! You're going to want to see this!"

Aizawa and Mogi stopped bickering and returned their full attention to the proceedings at hand.

L had pulled away from Misa and was looking into her eyes with a thoughtful expression. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes.

"Misa, darling, before this goes any further, I have to deal with something."

Aizawa snorted. "Did he just call her darling?"

"I know," Matsuda choked, trying to stifle his laughter with one hand.

Misa pouted. "Oh, alright Ryuzaki. Just don't take too long okay?"

"I'll return as soon as I can," he informed her, picking his crumpled heap of a shirt off the floor and pulling it over his head. "Will you wait for me?"

"Of course I will," she replied, sitting back down on the bed with a bounce. L smiled slightly and with a parting glance, slouched out of the room.

The members of the task force all turned to each other in unison to discuss this latest turn of events.

"What's he going to 'deal with'?" Matsuda pondered for a moment, "Maybe he's going to fetch a snack?"

"I don't think so Matsuda," Mogi laughed.

"What makes you say that? Maybe he's just had low blood sugar all this time."

"Matsuda, are you a complete moron?" Aizawa rolled his eyes, "Our dear detective is planning to get laid."

Matsuda's eyes nearly popped out of his skull in astonishment.

"Wait, you mean, sex? You must be joking!" he laughed, "Misa would never ha-"

"Spying are we?" a monotone voice drawled from the back of the room.

Matsuda turned around, panic gripping his stomach like a vice at the sight of L's lanky frame standing in the doorway. Matsuda heard the rest of the taskforce scrambling to switch off the monitors, but the damage had already been done. He clutched at his coffee cup with shaking hands and pasted on a smile as the detective began moving towards them.

"R-Ryuzaki! What a pleasant surprise!" he began lamely, the words dying away on his lips at the expression on the detective's face.

Oh shit…

A/N: Our friends down at Taskforce Headquarters didn't see that one coming did they? Writing Matsuda and Co. was a lot of fun, but I'm definitely looking forward to writing more L dialogue now that he's re-emerged from his love-den…I mean, room on the fourth floor. Until next time!