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Somewhere in America...

"You've been killing a lot lately, aren't you drawing attention to yourself?" Zellogi asked.

"Drawing attention to myself? Please. There's no way they're going to be able to narrow it down to me. I've already heard that they're suspecting a shift worker, and while that's what I am, there's no point in trying to change my pace now. There are so many American organizations that offer shift work, for them to be able to pick me out of the crowd is utterly absurd."

"Are you sure...?"

"Oh shut up, Zellogi, if you keep talking to me I'll get distracted and my usual pattern will be messed up. Just keep quiet!"

Zellogi blinked in surprise but shut up nonetheless.

Tasha

The task force welcomed me back with open arms. The Special Unit congratulated me on a successful attempt at rejoining the force. They did wonder how I achieved it, but I kept those details to myself.

Sometimes, I wondered how I had done it myself.

I kissed L. He didn't reject me. Something didn't seem right with that. I mean, why would he kiss me back? Why would he think that I'm worthy of whatever feelings he has for me? He did admit he was confused, but I just didn't understand. He either liked me, or he didn't. And because I had around him for so long, I knew that the latter was way more likely.

And none of this changed the fact that, for a time, I wanted him dead.

I admit it, for quite sometime I really resented L. I worked with him, sure, but I just felt like he was really obnoxious. I mean, who hires people to do their dirty work for them when they're so intelligent they can do it themselves? That's just plain rude.

This all leads to the reason I joined the Special Unit.

I was 28 at the time, and had just finished in Switzerland working on my 5th case with L. I'd heard rumors that there was a group of people who strongly resented L within the FBI. The rumors stated that they had formed up a unit, and welcomed anybody who wanted to oppose him.

Through one of my friends in the Bureau, I learned they held meetings every few weeks. The where-about's of these meetings were unknown to her, but she let me know of someone she suspected to be a part of the group.

So one night, I followed that person to a building in downtown Las Vegas. I spied on the meeting for a while, but I didn't realise that I'd been seen until it was too late.

"Oi! Whata you doin' here?" A guy came at me from behind and grabbed my collar.

"P-please! I was only curious!" I pleaded.

"You'd do best not to stick your beak where 's not wanted, girly," he growled. He started checking my pockets and pulled out my ID.

"So your an FBI agent huh?" He pushed me high against the wall. "Spying on us to report to the boss, ey?"

"N-no! You guys want to get rid of L, right? I want to help you!"
"I don't believe you..." he growled and made a fist, ready to punch my face.

"Let the woman go," An authoritative voice came from behind the man. My attacker turned around, and I stretched my neck to see who had saved me. A woman in a dark coat with brunette hair and bright red lipstick stood just behind him. Behind her were two heavily armed bodyguards.

"She was spying on us ma'am," he spluttered.

"True, but she said she wanted to help."

"It was a lie obviously!"

"Let her go," the woman commanded. "I will not ask you again, Agent 34."

Agent 34 reluctantly let me go and went back inside, leaving me with her. She walked forward, and picked up my ID.

"Natasha Yelin?"

"Yeah, that's me," I mumbled.

"It says you're deputy-head of the International Case unit, is that right?"

"Yeah. I've solved a few cases over seas."

"How many?" She asked in a hard tone.

"Four."

"What were you doing, spying on us, Agent Natasha Yelin, deputy-head of the International Case unit?"

"I'd heard that there was a group around that wanted L gone, and that you were excepting new members."

"And you want to be one of these... new members?"

"Yes."

She circled me. "Tell me, Agent Yelin, why do you want L gone?"

My face darkened. "Well, the truth is I've worked under him before. 5 times. And I'm getting really sick of only hearing his voice scrambled up through a computer. He's too obnoxious, it's unfair that someone like him should even exist."

"You've worked under him before?"

"Yeah. I keep doing it, because each time he asked me to solve a case overseas, it boosted my rank to where it is now."

"And what would you do if he were to... say... disappear? Your rank wouldn't go up any higher."

"I can live with that."

"Can you now?" She pondered. "Well, your position in the Bureau would be a tremendous help to us. I'm willing to take you on board. But before you agree, I must inform you of the full intentions of our... Special Unit.

"We were formed by Agent 1 with one sole purpose; to track down, and eliminate L. No more, no less. We're willing to do this by any means necessary. To us L is the criminal. There are countless crimes we could charge him with, if the need arose. But that's not quite what we plan to do. When we find him, we silence him. Permanently. Several of our agents have worked under him in the past. Whilst our positions and ranks may differ, we all have one thing in common. We hate L. Absolutely resent him. There's no reason someone like him should exist. It's unfair to the rest of us. Are you really willing to join such a lethal and loathing organization?"

There was no doubt in my mind.

"I am. I hate L from the very core of my body. His existence is wrong. Maybe if we knew who he was, what he looked like, it wouldn't be so bad. But how he hides away behind a screen and is too cowardly to show himself is just arrogant. I hate him. I want him dead. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make it happen," I said coldly, no shred of regret in my voice as I truly felt and believed every word.

"That's good to know. I'm certain you will be a valuable asset to us. From now on, you're known as Agent 50. As for me, you may address me as Agent 2, or Christina Norman, should we cross paths in the office. Is that understood?"

"Yes ma'am!" I answered enthusiastically.

"Good. Come on inside, we were just getting started."

Something about Agent Norman made me shiver. Whether it was just her cold, hard voice that dripped in the authority she was bestowed with as Agent 2, I wasn't sure. But trying to leave the Special Unit was a bad idea. I couldn't get any closer to L than I already was though. I still find it hard to believe I said those things about my gorgeous, adorable lovable detective...

Okay, I did not just use a possessive pronoun when talking about L.

Ugh, I was a monster. I was pulled in so many directions, it was insane.

L

I couldn't keep that kiss off my mind. I found it very distracting, and I failed to accomplish anything all day.

See this is why I didn't want to start anything with her...

I silenced that thought. However wrong it may be, the fact remained that I kissed her back. Vigorously. And a very strong part of me wanted to continue.

These... feelings were very odd to me. I wasn't used to feeling wanted, or to want someone in return. And I had no idea how one was meant to deal with any of these feelings.

So I decided to seek out the one person who I could talk to, and probably would be stupid enough that he wouldn't catch onto anything.

I knocked on Matsuda's door.

"Come in," he called cheerfully. "Oh, Ryuzaki! This is a surprise, do you need my help?"

"Yes, but not with anything concerning the case," I said, shuffling in.

He looked a little disappointed, but brightened up quickly. "So, what is it?"

"Have you had a girlfriend before, Mr. Matsuda?"

"Of course I have. Why do you ask?" He was clearly puzzled.

"Say I might... have feelings for someone. But then, I'm not sure if I really do or not. How would I figure it all out?"

"So... you think you like someone but you're not sure if it's a good idea to try anything, is that right?"

I nodded, and brought my thumb to my mouth.

"Gee, I dunno L - I mean Ryuzaki. I haven't been in that sort of situation before. Maybe... try getting to know them a little better. Or try the relationship. If things feel wrong you can always back out."

I thought about this.

"But if I do try the latter solution, and things don't work out, won't she think I was leading her on?"

"Well it's different with every girl. While some girls may think that, others can be understanding about these things."

I'd made up my mind.

"Thank you Matsuda, I think for once you may actually have been useful."

"Hey!" He protested as I left the room.

I went back into the main room, checked the cameras and saw that Tasha was in her room reading. Probably another Fruits Basket book.

I turned on the microphone. "Tasha, can you come to the main room please?"

She looked up at where the speakers were. "Sure, Ryuzaki."

I waited and waited. I felt so much more impatient than usual.

When she finally walked in, she barely got a "L, what's going on?" out, before I moved forward and wrapped my arms around her.

Awww! I think the ending to this chapter was kinda cute!

Yes, Tasha wanted L dead. :o

But now she really knows him, she doesn't think that way anymore. I hope that answers all of your questions about the mysterious 'Special Unit'!

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