"Holy shit." Sybil murmured.
L looked up from his computer, curious as to what she was reacting to.
It was four o'clock in the morning. They were in his current hotel room and it was just the two of them.
"What is it, Sybil?" She blushed.
"It's nothing."
"I see." The young woman then returned to staring at her own computer, smiling at the picture that Troy had sent.
It was an ultrasound of her brother's children. Yes. It seemed that he was going to be the father to triplets.
"It seems that nothing turned out to be more than you thought." Sybil blushed violently upon realizing that he was looking over her shoulder.
L smirked at her rather red face.
"It seems that you're rather ecstatic about this news."
"Don't do that, Ryuuzaki! You scared the crap out of me!" She exclaimed.
The male detective blinked before he smirked again.
"I didn't expect you to be so sensitive, Sybil."
"It's not funny! It's adorable." Her face was still flushed a bright red as she went to pull her black cap down to hide it.
L stopped her by pulling the cap from her head and holding it above her head, continuing to smirk at her blushing face. Sybil stared at him before groaning and turning her attention back to the ultrasound picture on the screen.
L tossed the cap behind him, where it landed on the couch. Then, he looked to the screen as well, easily seeing the three small dots on the picture.
"When I was little, I used to want to be a mommy. It was my aspiration. I always wanted to to raise a child. But, when my mother was killed, I changed my mind." The female detective had a tinge of sadness in her voice that was easily detectable.
The young man glanced down at her before chewing on his thumb.
"Your mother was killed?"
"Did I say that?" Sybil questioned, despite already knowing the answer.
"Yes."
"Oh. Then, yes. My mother was killed. I'm not going to deny that. She was killed."
"And you witnessed her death." It wasn't a question, Sybil noted.
He already knew that. Most likely from her previous words.
"Yeah. There's no point in denying that either. I saw everything." She continued to stare at the ultrasound.
"Triplets. Really. Lucky bastard. He gets to be a daddy and live a normal life, while I'm stuck trying to arrest a psychotic serial killer." Sybi soon pulled out the keyboard for the computer and began typing frantically.
L watched as she typed an email to her brother.
Lucky bastard. Well, good luck to both you and your future wife. If you need any help, don't hesitate to call or send me an email. I'll do anything that I can. Apart from babysit. I can't do that. Tay-Tay can do that.
Anyway, I've got a request for you as well. Do you mind keeping me informed on what's going on back home? If he contacts you, I want you to give him my location and email address so that he can contact me as well. There are some issues I would like to discuss with him.
-Sybil
L blinked at the message, rather confused at who she could be talking about. Until he recalled a recent conversation that the two of them had about her alcoholic father.
He then put the pieces together and quickly returned to his own computer.
"Sybil?"
"Yes, Ryuu?" She hit send on her computer before locking her green eyes with his own dark ones.
"Why did you become a detective?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Personally, it's a question that I've wanted the answer to for quite awhile now." Sybil went to adjust her cap, but sighed upon remembering that her friend had stolen it from her.
So, she sufficed to running her fingers through her red hair instead.
"I suppose I became a detective for the same reason you did. For both the challenge, and the knowledge that I was helping people. Giving them comfort and closure. I don't want people to suffer. Not even criminals. As my brother Troy once stated 'I'm a selfless jerk'." L stared at her, showing no emotion for a few minutes before finally smirking at her.
"Selfless jerk? That's a hypocritical statement."
"He meant that I tend to get so busy helping others, that I forget about how much my own family cares about me." Sybil replied, smiling slightly.
"Another reason why I'll never be a mother. My job always comes first. It'd be a horrible childhood for my child. And, not only that, but I've got a couple fears that involve family. One of which involving my child being born with the same intelligence as me. I don't want my kid to live the same life I'm living now. It brings me nothing anymore."
"I understand completely. Detectives like ourselves don't seem to be suited for the family life." L agreed.
Sybil glanced back to the computer screen, feeling heat creep up into her cheeks.
Why was she blushing? And why was her heart beating so fast?
She blinked a couple times before sighing sadly. L then handed her a place that held a slice of strawberry cake, which Watari had brought in earlier.
"Here. Perhaps this will make you feel better?" Sybil laughed quietly before taking the plate from him.
"Thank you, Ryuu. I feel better already."
"Which was my intention."
"Yeah. I know." She grabbed the bottle of root beer which sat beside her computer and took a long gulp.
Then, she took a bite out of the cake.
"After this case, I think I'm going to retire from detective work. Make up something, like, Carlyle died during the Kira Investigation." L was rather taken aback by her words and pondered on why she would do such a thing.
Then again, he could understand.
After living the life of a detective for so long, there wasn't much more to gain from it. Apart from a few challenges to occupy themselves, but such challenges didn't occur often. Not since they had become quite accustomed to the ways of criminals.
He continued to chew on his thumb, continuing to ponder.
Yet, could they retire after living this life for so long? Not likely. It would be extremely difficult to just drop everything and leave after so many years of detective work. Especially since it was all that they knew.
Sybil let out another quiet sigh.
"Although, I probably would just end up right back to this. Fifteen years and it's ground into my brain." This caught his attention fairly quickly.
Fifteen years? That would have made Sybil just eight years old when she became a detective. Therefore, it must have been soon after her mother's death and her father's arrest that she decided to have such a career.
Such a huge choice for an eight year old girl just recently orphaned. However, would she not have been taken to an orphanage after her mother's death?
L contemplated over this.
No. Knowing Sybil, she would have run away from the social worker so that she could do what she wanted to do with her life. But, how did she manage to survive on her own for so long, at such a young age?
"How did you manage to do it?" He asked in his soft voice.
Sybil blinked and looked towards him.
"Oh. Well, that's easy. I worked for the government from home. Considering that it was rightfully my house, I lived there until I was sixteen and out of university. That's when I moved here to Japan and got citizenship before moving back."
"I see." The young woman raised a brow and continued to study him.
"I'm telling you a lot about myself, you know that? I don't even talk to my brothers about everything I went through in my childhood." He didn't say anything to that.