Sorry, folks. No epic arrests. Just more filler. Oh, and what's that I see? The plot? Hey, get back here! *runs after it* Jk. I have asthma.

Chapter forty-seven- Midnight Memories: part one.

Misa snapped awake. She had a splitting headache and there was something that felt suspiciously like bare human skin touching her own. Then there was the matter of a white blanket draped over her. She was surprised to see L sleeping peacefully beside her.

She was shocked even further to see that he was sleeping with an arm comfortably draped over her waist as though it were a natural thing.

Thin rays of sunlight streamed through tinted windows, reflecting off his raven locks. Tinted. They were still in the limo. Everything else was pretty much a blur.

She gasped and frantically checked to make sure they were both still wearing clothes. She next sighed in relief when she found they were.

She hit L in the chest hard, crying, "Wake up, will you?!" at him whilst doing so.

He jerked upright and blinked sluggishly. "Misa? Where are-" he cut himself off as he glanced around. "Nevermind. I've concluded we're in my limo. I wonder where Watari is..?"

"Nevermind that!" She panicked. "What happened last night?"

"It seems you retained as much information as I did."

Misa shot him an expectant look. "Meaning?"

L frowned. "Meaning I share the same dosage of amnesia you do."

She groaned, rubbing her temples in despair. A sudden thought occurred to her. They were still clothed, but what if..?

"We didn't do anything weird, did we?" She asked timidly.

He shot her a stunning smirk. "I think I would remember something so amazing, if we had," he pointed out logically.

She hoped he'd ignore the color her face turned. "So you remember nothing?" She muttered softly.

He closed his eyes and went deeply into the night before. He returned after another minute of silence. "I think... you were table dancing," he responded almost giddily.

Her eyes widened into saucers. "I-I did not," she mumbled uncertainly.

He hugged her close and spoke softly, "You were and it was adorable. You should do it more often. I always knew you had nice legs. I wonder why that is..."

"Pervert! You know full well why!" She countered, punching his chest before his grip tightened, rendering her assault futile.

He laughed at that, causing cold air to hiss into her ear and crawl down her spine. He used their intimacy to whisper into her ear, "If my... hobby bothered you so much, no doubt by now, you would have stopped modeling. Yet, a new issue comes out and you're posing on the cover with a strawberry seductively pressed to your lips. So, let me ask you this; who's the real pervert: me or you? No, Misa, you love and yearn for the public's affection, which means mine comes by default, as well."

She gave an involuntary shudder. His tone was far too husky for her taste. No good could come from this. Misa pulled herself away. "So, I was table dancing?" She asked, unsure of herself.

"Yes."

"And we didn't sleep together?"

L frowned gently. "Possibly. If we did, I'm ashamed of forgetting such a fantastic night," he murmured, daydreaming the feat excitedly.

Misa didn't even spare time to whack him. "Pervert!"

"That one almost hurt," he informed her. "And I answered the question honestly. Isn't that what you wanted, Love?"

"No!" She growled.

He raised an quizzical eyebrow at that. "So you want me to lie to you?" He scratched his chin in disbelief. The idea was foreign to him. And it didn't sound a thing like his dear little lover.

She shook her head, screaming, "Yes! No! I don't know!"

He murmured sarcastically, "Your answer please?"

"I hate you. Where's Watari? He'd come to my aid."

"I'm afraid your savior isn't here," L teased. "We're all alone. Want to have some fun?"

It was an empty joke. And one that L knew Misa would disapprove of. It was almost ironic that Misa had a sense of loyalty towards Ryuuzaki, unbeknownst to her, he was Ryuuzaki. Besides, when had a girl like her ever done anything with a guy like him? It was unnatural.

Misa shot him a harsh glare and shook her head adamantly. "You're not Ryuuzaki, you perv!" She dismissed him yet again. "I won't do anything weird with anyone else."

L immediately rolled his eyes. He retorted, "Yes, despite the fact we don't know what we did last night. But at least we both were not in control of our faculties."

Misa sweatdropped. He's playing with me! She realized suddenly, infuriated by his mockery. "Nothing happened and you know it," she replied coldly.

For a girl who lived in a bubbly state onscreen, she sure could be freakishly serious in real life. This thought deeply amused and annoyed L.

The detective cleared his throat and stared out the window. His mind always held a torrent of thoughts and now was no exception. He contemplated all the variables this conversation could lead to. Not a great percentage.

He decided to change the topic. "Come on. Let's find Watari. I find it deeply suspicious that he's not here with us."

Misa followed him out of the vehicle and clung to his shoulder timidly. Another thing not like her, L noted. "What do you think would have happened to him? Do you think he's hurt?" She asked, her eyes growing wide in her despair.

L turned around and moved her into a hug that could classified as awkward. He seemed confused by the contact, though he had been the one to give it willingly. "Don't worry," he murmured warmly into her ear. "I know Watari. I'm sure he's fine."

She clenched his shirt tightly in tiny fists. He found the gesture somewhat cute. "You better promise me he's alright," she warned him. He put his hands up in surrender, releasing her briefly.

"I promise. Watari will be fine. I'd be scared if he wasn't."

The mystery continues! Ah, the suspense! Can you feel it?