After some thought, I've decided to leave the title as Awkward With Intimacy. I really can't be stuffed changing it, and I don't know what I'd change it to anyway. But if you guys have any ideas, I'd be happy to hear them :)

I warn you all, this chapter is boarding right on the lines of being M rated. If you don't want to read about intense kissing and almost-sex, then you can skip from the line "He looked up at me" to "Aizawa, 'Hashimoto' and 'Emiya'".

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. If I did… *stares off into the distance, dreaming of the possibilities*

Tasha

I looked at the clock. 2:07am. Good. Ryuzaki wasn't likely to wake up for a while, he hadn't slept for a few days anyway.

There was something I had to do.

I gazed down at him. He looked so innocent whilst he was asleep. But then, so had Daniel.

Careful so not to wake him, I crept out of bed, put on a dressing gown to cover up my naked body, and headed upstairs to the roof.

Ryuk was up there, chewing on an apple. He turned around as he heard me approach.

"I see you've made your decision," he observed.

"Nope, I'm still torn," I disagreed, and flipped my phone open. I was about to dial the number, when I realised he was still there. "I'd rather that you didn't hear this."

"Hey, I'm not gonna tell him. On my honour as a shinigami." Ryuk theatrically placed his hand over the spot a humans heart would be.

"Yeah, because gods' of death are really reliable," I muttered, rolling my eyes.

"Tasha," he said quietly, his eyes softening - if that was even possible. "I promise that I won't say anything. Please?"

I sighed, and looked at him. He tried puppy dog eyes. It didn't work, but I waved my hand in acceptance.

"Goody!" he clapped, as I hit 'Call'. I rose my finger to my lips.

"Agent 2 here," A voice on the end answered.

"This is Agent 50," I respond.

"How goes the mission?"

"His will is all but mine. He cannot resist. He wants me, body, mind and soul."

"Excellent work. Have you managed to retrieve his real name?"

"Not yet."
"Keep trying. But we'll apprehend him, with or without it."

"I expected as much."

"Agent 50, try and keep emotionally distant from him. You don't want to get caught up in this mess."

I gulped. I was already caught up in this mess. Considerably so.

"Agent 50?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"By the way… How's the case coming along?"

My face darkened. Something didn't seem right about her asking about the case. "That's not really my place to say."

"Fair enough. I expect to hear from you soon."

"Of course. Agent 50 out."

I hung up and flipped my phone shut, and turned to glare at Ryuk. "Not a word, do you hear me?"

"My lips are sealed," he assured me.

I turned to head back to bed when I heard:

"He wants me, mind, body and soul. And I want him oh so badly too because I love him and I want him to be mine forever!" The voice sounded like it was trying for a bad imitation of mine.

I looked back and saw Ryuk using his hands as a version of puppets.

"Ryuk!" I exclaimed.

"What?" He asked, a little too innocently. "You said I couldn't tell anyone. You didn't say I couldn't have a little fun."

"Really honestly! You're so much like a child it's not funny! My predicament is not something to be made fun of. How would you like it if you were in love, but it was really really very complicated, and someone made fun of it? Hmm?"

Ryuk went quiet, seemingly lost in thought. It almost seemed like he was remembering something, but I knew Ryuk. He'd never been in love. Or felt any outgoing good-natured affection towards anyone at all.

"I don't have time for this. L will be waking soon probably," I excused myself, and left the roof. It was all I could come up with really. I needed to get out of there.

Aizawa/Ryuga

"Geez, who knew one state could have so many FBI agents," I grumbled.

It was 3pm, and Mogi and I were working on the list of FBI agents that Ryuzaki had requested. We had split them up - I was piling the males, whilst Mogi made a list of all the females.

"It is Nevada," Mogi pointed out. "You know, home to Las Vegas and all those casinos."

"True," I agreed.

We worked quietly for a bit.

"Hang on a minute... Aizawa, come check this out for me would you?"

I swiveled over to his desk.

"What?" I asked.

"Have a look at this agent here," he said, pointing to the screen.

I followed his finger.

"Natasha... Yelin. Been an FBI agent for seven years, solved 10 cases in total with four of them being overseas. One in England, one in Singapore and a couple in Australia. Deputy-Head of the International Case unit," I read aloud.

"Didn't Ryuzaki say that Tasha had worked overseas before? I mean, Tasha could be a good nickname for Natasha," Mogi pressed.

"And she's supposed to have worked in almost every continent in the world. Let's see... if this was her it would mean that she's worked in North America, Australia, Asia, and Europe. The only places she wouldn't have worked in would be South America, Africa and Antarctica, but I find it very unlikely she'll ever work in Antarctica anyway."

Mogi chuckled.

"Can we get a picture?" I asked.

"Lemme have a look... yeah, here it is."

We both exchanged a glance as we looked at a very familiar face appear on our screen.

"Look's like we have our girl," I remarked.

"So Tasha is from Nevada... But I wonder. Does Ryuzaki suspect her?"

"I don't know. I suppose that could've been the real reason why she got fired..."

"Yes, but he brought her back, remember? Maybe he suspected her once, but no more?"

"Or there could be something else going on here that we aren't aware of," I said in a suspicious tone, looking at Mogi. His eyes told me that he agreed.

"They have been a bit close recently," He pointed out.

"I think it's time we did some digging," I decided. "Don't you?"

Tasha

At around 11pm that night, I was trying to sleep. Thunder rumbled outside. I clutched at my covers, a little scared. But I was determined to get through this storm. I wouldn't give in to fear.

Wait a minute... the cold hearted member of the Special Unit inside me stirred. You could use this storm to your advantage...

No! The decent side of me that was in love with L fought back. Stay away from him tonight. It'll only cause you both harm in the long run.

I struggled against myself, wondering whether to take this opportunity for the good of the Unit, or be a better person and leave L alone.

The thunder rumbled again. It made up my mind.

I slipped out of bed, and tip-toed down the hallway. I crept down the stairs to the third floor, and made my way quietly to L's room.

I checked the handle. It wasn't locked.

I turned the handle slowly, to make sure that it didn't creak. I opened the door slowly too, for the same reason.

When I looked inside the room, L was sitting at his computer.

"This is a pleasant surprise, Tasha," he greeted me without turning around.

But when he did turn around, I don't think I looked quite like what he expected.

"Are you alright?" He asked, immediately.

"I... I... I'm scared, L," I stammered. "I wanted to be with you, you're the only person I feel safe with."

He got up, walked over to me, and put his arms around my waist. I rested my head on his shoulder.

"It's just a thunder storm, Tash. Nothing to be afraid of."

"I've always been afraid of storms, even when I was little." That part was true, although I was a little less scared now than I was then.

"It's okay," he hushed. "You're here. You're safe."

He looked up at me, and I down on him. My lower lip was trembling.

I think he meant to plant a small kiss on it, to hold it still, but as soon as his lips met mine, they were sealed together in an unbreakable kiss.

One of my arms wound around his waist, and the other flew right up to his hair, pulling him closer to me. All thoughts of the FBI, of my mission, of my reason to be here vanished in a second, and was consumed in a raging fire that burned through my consciousness. A fire of lust, of need, of want.

His hand worked its way up my shirt and traced patterns on my stomach. I gasped, and his lips parted under mine. Likewise, I opened mine, and our tongues danced merrily.

When we both needed air, we broke away - but his lips never left my skin. They just worked their way down my jaw, past my throat, and gave me neck nibbles that felt so good.

The other of his hands found the small of my back and pushed me closer to him, making me give him his desired reaction.

I moaned.

Hearing this, his lips tackled mine again with a renewed strength, and I found that I had been slammed against the wall. But there was no pain, only pleasure. The pleasure of being near L.

Ryuzaki. He was all that mattered. Nothing else.

I reached under his shirt, pulling it up with me as I moved my hand across his body. As I got to his chest, he held his arms up, signaling to keep going. But his mouth stayed glued to mine, and I was quite happy with that.

Of course, there came a time where he had to break away, or the shirt wasn't going to go over his head.

When it came off, I used the opportunity to check him out, properly, before I would be glued to him once more.

He was skinny. Incredibly so. I could see almost every single one of his ribs, and his skin was beautifully pale. Beautiful. That was the only word that could describe him. All of my fantasies, all of my dreams - nothing compared to the true beauty of L. Topless.

Thunder rumbled for the third time that night.

"Um... perhaps we should continue this else where," L pointed out, and his voice... oh my god, his voice was so husky.

"Bed or couch?" I asked, although I pretty much knew the answer. The couch was closer.

L obviously didn't feel the need to voice the answer, and made a move for the couch. I did the same, and we ended up lying on it. I was underneath, L on top.

I swore to myself that I'd never find myself in this position again.

Except I had managed to find myself in this position, and I wasn't giving it up for anything.

L brought his lips down on mine, hard, and I gave him full access to my mouth.

I fingers teased him on the border of his jeans, teasing, pulling, pulling further...

His pants came down with ease - god he really was skinny - and dropped to his ankles. L had had himself raised above me, but now... now he relaxed and dropped down on top of me.

I gasped into his mouth.

His hands worked up under my shirt, across my back, and found my bra strap. He messed around a little, curling his fingers around it, then tracing his fingers under it. He was about to undo it finally when...

Aizawa, 'Hashimoto' and 'Emiya' burst through the door.

"What's going on?" Aizawa yelled. L and I separated immediately, moving to opposite ends of the couch.

"Uh... we were just talking about the case," I cleared my throat.

"Sounded like a pretty loud discussion," Hashimoto muttered.

"Do you usually have discussions with Tasha half-naked, Ryuzaki?" Aizawa growled suspiciously.

"No, but she came in wanting to discuss something while I was undressing, and I couldn't be bothered putting my shirt back on," L responded, blushing a little.

None of the Japanese police looked convinced.

"Well don't stay up to late talking. You may be an insomniac Ryuzaki, but Tasha still needs sleep." Aizawa eyed each one of us carefully, before shutting the door.

"Well that was somewhat awkward," I mumbled and blushed as my gaze met Ryuzaki's.

"He's right, though, you do need to sleep."

"I don't want to be alone," I whimpered.

"You don't need to be. Stay here tonight," L hushed.

I nodded.

This chapter was a bit longer then usual... but that's because I don't have anything to do I guess. I'm a big fan of the TV show, Merlin, and well... it finished last week (OMG WHYYYYY?! DX) So now I'm sitting here at the time it's usually on with nothing to do except type...

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