Sorry guys, I'm not much good at writing fight scenes, so I apologise if it turns out a bit weird. I'm learning. Slowly, but I'm learning.

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Tasha

I watched from behind the door as several federal agents marched in, guns out.

"Everybody get down now! Hands on your heads!" A voice I recognized to be Kathryn's yelled, whilst other agents waved their guns at people who weren't complying. I knew they wouldn't shoot, but the people didn't.

"Ryuzaki," she said, marching up to L with a pair of handcuffs, "You are under arrest for fraud, murder, and... well the list could go on."

She handcuffed his hands together and went to haul him up, but she didn't realise he was a good fighter.

Oops, did I forget to tell them about that part?

His right leg lashed out backwards, hitting her stomach. He jumped over his handcuffs, so that he had his hands in front of him, and swung them, hitting Kathryn in the head and rendering her unconscious. I'd have to apologise to her later.

But the others still had guns.

"Ryuk, give him a hand!" I whispered.

"I thought this was what you wanted!" He responded, surprised.

"I'll give you a fountain of apples if you don't ask any questions. Just take the guns out of their hands for him!"

Ryuk wanted the apples badly, so he did as I asked. I watched the agents dumbfounded expressions as their guns started floating in midair - well to them anyway. L could see exactly what Ryuk was doing. He smirked a little.

I rolled my eyes. It was hardly the most appropriate time for L to be acting human.

Taking advantage if their confusion, he whacked the other agents over there heads and ran out of the building.

I hoped he was safe.

L

I ran as fast as I could out of that building. I didn't know how they'd found me, or why they'd arrested me, but I couldn't figure that out right now. Although deep down inside I knew I'd been betrayed.

I was being followed by several agents. Quickly, I snapped a twig off a tree and kept running, picking at the lock of my handcuffs whilst doing so. Soon my hands were free, and I was able to run at full capacity.

I ran down several backstreets, trying to throw them off, but it wasn't much good. They were still following me.

I ended up running into the middle of a mall. I didn't have much other choice. I hoped they might not come in here, because it'd cause to much commotion. But I knew the chances of that plan working were slim. And I was right. I usually was.

I could hear shouts as they fought to keep an eye on me.

I ran past a candy shop, only to be stopped by a large guy in a bear suit holding a try or cakes.

"Would you like to sample our new cupcake recipe?" He asked.

Cupcakes, I inwardly sighed in yearning.

"Sure, why not?" I said eagerly, grabbing one off the tray and took a bite. Suddenly, my arms were pinned behind my back and a cloth was being shoved into my face.

What the?

The realisation hit me as soon as the drowsiness started. My eyelids grew heavy and only one thought filled my mind before I collapsed.

Chloroform.

I was carried into a giant warehouse, and forced on my knees in front of a woman. She had black, curly hair that fell to her shoulders. Bright red lipstick on her lips. Her eyes... they were as cold as ice. This was a woman that would show no mercy.

"Well, L. Supposedly the world's greatest detective. How the mighty have fallen," She gloated, and smiled wickedly.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, no emotion in my voice.

She smirked. "Look around you. For every person in this room you have wronged in some way. Whether it was accident or not, directly or indirectly, everyone wants their share of revenge."

"And how have I wronged you?"

She sneered and said: "By existing."

I looked down. How could these people hate me so much, when they didn't even know me?

I heard doors open behind me, but I wasn't able to look around. Loud heels clanked on the concrete. Whoever it was was determined to make an entrance.

"Well, they do say that the worse betrayals come from those closest to us, don't they?" A very familiar voice said from behind me. It was a voice I had come to love so much. Hearing it again... it made my heart ache. The newcomer came to a stop next to the cold-eyed woman. I looked up, and my suspicions were confirmed.

Tasha.

Tasha

I kept my gaze ahead. I couldn't look at him. That would make my heart ache too much, more then I could bear, more then it should.

I could feel his eyes boring at me, I could imagine his heart shattering right about now. Him crumbling before Agent 2 - also known as Agent Christina Norman, unable to move a inch.

Carelessly, I took off my gloves and stuffed them in my pocket.

"Agent 50, you have done well. You've earned your reward. From now on, you're Agent 3. Now I'll give you two a moment alone," Norman said, waving everyone out.

"I don't want to be alone with her," L objected.

"Ahh but you see," Norman walked over, pushing his chin up with her long nail to look at her. "I'm afraid you don't get a choice."

She left him to droop, and left with everyone else.

"There'll be guards on the door," She informed me just before she stepped out.

I gave her one sharp nod, before finally looking at the detective that had stolen my heart.

He was glaring at me. "How could you do this?"

I kept my voice passive. "I didn't do it for me. I did it for Daniel."

"Your brother. What did I have to do with his death?"

"You fool. He wasn't brother, he was my fiancée!" I cried through gritted teeth, finally letting out the pain and anger I had felt towards the detective for three years now. I filled my voice with the hatred that used to cloud my judgement, the hatred that I thought I'd buried. If I could convince myself I hated him, maybe I'd convince him too.

"Your fiancée?" He echoed. "That doesn't change to question I asked."

I took a deep breath. "Do you remember, you asked me to help you with a case in France to do with a Mafia group?"

He nodded. "Yes. I decided that they best not exist anymore, so that's why it's still officially 'unsolved' despite the fact it's stopped. As it remains that way, it wasn't included on your list of solved cases."

"Exactly. And you had me bomb their hideout when they were having a meeting. The one thing I asked you for, yet you refused to give me, was a list of the Mafia members."

"I deemed it futile for you to know."

I had to take another breath. I was losing it. "After I bombed it, I went inside to make sure everyone was dead."

"I remember. You disobeyed the orders I had given you to do it," He interjected.

"When I went inside, only one person was still alive, and only by a little anyway."

"Daniel," L finally realised.

"Yes. I ran over, and with the last of his strength he explained everything to me.

"He had been a member of a French Mafia organisation for around seven years up until that point. When he met me, it'd been only four. Despite his own wishes, we fell in love, and he made a decision to leave the Mafia to protect me. At that meeting he was declaring leave, just before the building exploded. You had me murder him!"

"I didn't know he was your fiancée, Tasha! And even then, I didn't know he was leaving. I'm sorry!"

"Sorry, does not bring back my fiancée, L! Sorry, doesn't change the fact that you've made me feel everything I said I would never feel again. Sorry is a useless word! It does nothing! I have had a hole in my heart for two years, because of you!" I raged, letting everything go.

"What do you mean, I made you feel everything you said you never would? Am I seriously expected to believe that? You lied to me, about everything!"

"No, you're wrong. I may have lied about many things, but I never once lied about loving you. Never once," I said, tears threatening now.

L glared at me, clearly not believing. "You hate me."

I sighed, finally excepting what I knew to be true.

"That's the thing L. I can't hate you. Not anymore."

And I walked out. My tears were spilling and I didn't want L to see me like that.

"It's okay, Nat. You only did what you thought was right."

I was crying my heart out to my best friend in the unit, Kathryn Collins, who is also known as Agent 47. She was the only one I could go to, the only one I trusted. If she hadn't previously confided in me that she was having doubts about Agent 2 and the unit, I wouldn't have.

"That's the point, Kat. I'd been having doubts and thinking of pulling outta here for weeks, months even! I don't think what I did was right. At all."

"Well there's nothing you can do about it now, surely."

I gulped.

"Probably not. But I need to see him again, Kat. You didn't see the way he glared at me, like I was nothing to him anymore. It hurt me so much. Why is it like this for me?" I glanced her. She was biting her lip.

"You love him," she said simply. "Seducing him was bound to leave its mark. On both of you. You've crossed the line."

"Well you're not making it any easier," I shot back bitterly, but I regretted it instantly. "Kat... I'm sorry..."

"No, it's alright. You're a little traumatized. I'd be the same way as you were it me," she reassured me.

"You're too nice. I don't deserve your friendship."

"Don't be like that."

She held out her arms, and I leaned into them. It was very comforting.

"How can I love him, when I hate him too? After what he made me do?"

"Maybe, because inside you, you know it was neither of your faults. He honestly didn't know you were engaged, and you honestly didn't know that Daniel was a Mafia member. You also know that L didn't realise. And no matter how many times you try to convince yourself otherwise, you know it in your heart to be true. It was Daniel's fault he got killed. He knew you were an FBI agent. He knew the risks of being a mafia member, and he stayed anyway. It doesn't matter what he was going to do, because the fact is he joined that bunch of criminals in the first place."

"I can't think of him like that," I pointed out.

"You still love him. Love is blind. That old saying has way to much truth to it for my liking at any rate."

I drew back from her arms.

"I need to see him. I don't care whether he doesn't want me to. I need to see him."

"Then go. You have access to him 24/7 and they know that. No one can deny you entry."

I hugged her again, and left the room.

"Identification please," the guard stated.

I showed him my badge.

"Ma'am," he said, and led me through to L's cell. He unlocked the door.

"You can go," I dismissed him. "I am in no danger."

"Of course."

I turned and stared at the face of a broken-hearted detective. My broken-hearted detective.

"Hi," I said quietly.

Yep, I've decided to make another cliff hanger. And what I said about it ending in 15 chapters... make it 17. But don't worry, I will make sure the convo between L and Tasha is at the start of the next chapter, I promise.

But right now... I have lots of mini Beyond Birthday's running around my screen and I need to make sure they don't kill each other. Or fall off the roof. However that may knock some sense into them. And stop them from being murderers.

And I'll shut up now.

Because that's never going to happen.

I meant RIGHT now.

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Oh and I would like to add that my updating of chapters is going to be quite slow... I have a lot of work, it's a really big and important year for me. But I will keep trying to write when I can, that's a promise :)