Sybil sunk down deeper into the bubbles of her bathtub. Soaking herself in the soothing, hot, lavender scented water. Trying to rid her body of the horrid scent of her sweat.

After a few more minutes, she submerged herself under the water. She stayed under the water for a good two minutes before finally coming up for the air her lungs craved.

Her green eyes stared at the pale purple walls that filled the bathroom. A color that she had chosen herself.

Lavender was her favorite color. And she also loved the scent of the beautiful flower.

Suddenly, the young woman was torn from her trance upon remembering that L was watching through the cameras that he had Watari install.

Sybil frowned.

Thinking about it now, where would he install those cameras? Most likely in every nook and cranny of her home, including the bathrooms. That meant that he was probably watching her take this bath at this exact moment. As well as her brothers.

"Not the best thing to think of. Hey. Come up with something else. Think of something actually relevant, huh?" Again, she sunk under the water.

This time, however, she lasted only one minute and thirty seconds before she had to resurface for air.

She wouldn't last long if someone was to try and drown her. Not with her obvious lung capacity.

After a few minutes, Sybil finally got tired of her bath and pulled the plug. Then, she grabbed a white towel and wrapped it tightly around her body before stepping into her bedroom to get changed.

No more wandering around in her undergarments with her brothers around. And especially not with those cameras. That meant that she'd have to finally put on that nightdress she had previously bought for a time such as this.

The young woman held her towel with her right hand, while she used her left hand to open the dresser. She then located exactly what she was looking for.

The nightdress was a silvery blue with spaghetti straps. It was short, going to just below her thighs, but Sybil wasn't one to care. It was the closest to her undergarments that she could wear at the moment.

Now, there was only the matter of changing-

***

She was sitting on the couch in her blue nightdress, watching television whilst her twin brothers slept.

Dark bags were under her eyes as she continued to watch the television.

It was a movie. Forest Gump. Her favorite movie of all time. With every word said, Sybil mouthed it, perfectly on cue.

Suddenly, there was the quiet sound of a door opening and a chill ran through the living room, causing her to shiver slightly. The young woman pulled her legs closer to her body, not tearing her eyes from the movie.

"Hi." She whispered, quickly going back to what she was doing.

"Syb, what are you doing up? Look, you're a mess." Taylor grumbled as he rubbed his eyes with the back of his fists.

She shrugged, continuing to mouth the words of the movie, smiling when it finally came to her favorite part. The one line she said right out loud.

"I may not be a smart man, but I'm smart enough to know what love is." Taylor yawned and then sat down beside his sister.

"Aren't you cold?" She nodded numbly, still staring at the television.

Her brother sighed and then pulled her towards his chest to help keep her warm.

"I swear, always the same with you. Ever since we were kids." Taylor pushed her cheek with his fist, but she ignored him, concentrating on the movie.

"Tay-Tay? Can you answer something for me?" He blinked, rather surprised that she had stopped the movie to ask her question.

She loved this movie. It must be really important for her to just stop. Not only that, but she only called him by his nickname when she was really confused, which wasn't often.

"Sure, Syb. What is it?"

"Why is it that I can't tie my shoes? No matter how hard I try? No matter how many times Mom showed me, I never could learn. Why can't I do it?" He stared at her.

"Everyone has their flaws. Your inability to tie your shoes is just your flaw." She smiled at his response.

"Thank you. You always explain things like Mom did." Then, she returned to her movie, hitting play on the television remote.

However, she didn't return to what she was doing.

"I miss Mom." Taylor tensed upon hearing this and he held his little sister a little bit tighter.

"Yeah. I do too. But, things happen. It was just her time."

"I guess." Things were silent for a moment, apart from the movie which still continued to play as if nothing was happening.

"But, Dad didn't have to do what he did. He didn't have to kill her."

"Drunk people do horrible things, Syb. We just have to accept that. He's probably regretting ever touching alcohol that night. Probably doesn't even know how he did it, or why. For all we know, he could've been killed or killed himself in prison." Sybil closed her eyes.

"Tay-Tay, if I ever touch alcohol, I want you to shoot me." Her eyes reopened and Taylor gave her a worried look.

"You're kidding, right?"

"I don't joke around a serious matter like this. If I ever touch alcohol, I want you or Troy, to kill me with whatever means necessary. I don't wanna be like Dad." Then, she closed her eyes again.

"Sybil, you're never going to be like him."

"I hope not." She yawned and then looked back to her movie.

"Taylor?" He raised a brow.

There went the nickname. She wanted something more than answers now.

"Yeah?"

"Could you get me a bottle of root beer, please?"

***

Sybil sat next to L with her head laying on her left hand.

Dark smudges underlined her emerald eyes, but she didn't seem to care about her weariness. She was using her right hand to continue her work.

It was just the two of them for the time being. The Task Force didn't have to arrive for another two hours. Frankly, she was quite glad about that. She didn't need to be bothered about how tired she looked. She already knew.

The male detective glanced towards his companion, just as she let out a quiet sigh.

"You didn't sleep well last night. It shouldn't be a surprise that you're exhausted." He told her quietly.

"There was a lot on my mind. Besides, you don't see me giving you a lecture. You look worse than I do in the well rested department."

"Perhaps." Sybil grabbed the bottle of root beer that sat next to her hand, taking a drink.

"I'm sorry, Ryuuzaki. I'm just depressed today." As she said this, Sybil removed her cap and stared at it with her eyes glowing with sadness.

L picked up his fork and dug it into his strawberry cake before taking a bite. Then, he looked at her once again. However, it was only briefly before he turned his attention back to his computer.

"It's difficult to think that you could be depressed."

"I know. It's my personality. I tend to be an overly happy or excited person. Sometimes. However, everyone has their bad days. Today just happens to be one of mine. I'll be better later."

"Let's hope so." She gave a weak smile at his concern, turning her attention back to her own computer so that she could return to work.

L took another bite of his cake.

"You may be distracted from the case." Immediately, Sybil's smile faded.

That's all that mattered? The investigation? Kira?

The young woman grabbed her cap once again and placed it back on her head.

"If I'm not feeling better by noon, I'll go home and get some sleep." L heard the sadness dwelling within her voice.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that her expression had clearly fallen more so than the solemn expression that she had before.

"Is something bothering you?"

"I've always had trouble wrapping my mind around my genius. God, how I dislike saying that word. Anyway, my point is, I was always considered a genius. My mind was always more developed than my brothers'. People always praised me so that they could use me for my mind. Used, being the key word. I don't like being used." Sybil took another drink of her root beer before sighing.

"So, there you go. That's what's mainly wrong with me." L chewed on his thumb.

He was mesmerized by how she spoke. It was quiet, yet strong.

"Hmm. I understand. That would make someone rather upset. I appreciate you opening up to me."

"I trust you, as I said before. I know I'm not being used, but I still feel that way. Besides, I need someone to talk to and my brothers just wouldn't understand. You're the only one I can think of that could even remotely understand what I feel." She explained, suddenly reaching over and snatching some of L's cake.

He stared at her, rather shocked. Yet, he didn't show it in his expression. He just stared at her with the same expression he always wore.

Sybil flashed him a grin.

"I feel so much better after venting. So much so that I now remember that I haven't eaten today. I hope you don't mind." When he remained silent, Sybil sighed and returned to what she was previously doing.

Going over the list of criminals that had been killed.

"You think we're going to live long enough to see him caught?" She asked quietly.

L chewed on his thumb, rather confused by her waning mood that morning.

There was something bothering her. Something other than what she had told him.

He soon found himself more interested in figuring that secret out than the investigation. However, upon remembering the last time he had tried to discover about her past with questions, she wasn't happy. Not at all.

"Ryuuzaki?"

"Perhaps. Perhaps not. Whatever the case, we must prepare ourselves for the unknown. As you said before, Kira is killing, using an illogical means. Our lives are very much at risk." Sybil thought about his answer.

He was right. They had to prepare themselves for death, just in case.

Sybil tapped her fingers absentmindedly.

That meant that she'd better get to writing that will.