It wasn't long until it was time for the operation. Tuesday morning came, and the calm quiet that arises prior to a mission was gripping the young woman who sat on the balcony of her hotel room, her legs crossed as she stared at the purple horizon. She watched as the stars were chased from the sky by the beautiful cool hues, waiting for the warmer colors to enchant the morning sky. It was strange… She was never nervous before her missions. She simply got quiet and reflective, and became acutely aware of the way nature changed around her. A light gust stirred the wind around her perch, mostly due to the fact that she was twenty-three stories up in the air. Her eyes didn't waver to look at the ground, however. She just seemed concerned about the soon-to-be-rising sun.

In a way, Cyan became a person who seemed to be on the brink of death before missions. A quiet intensity burned in her heart, and it appeared as though she had accepted her fate. This was obviously not the case, though. Cyan didn't want to die, nor did she want to lose during a mission. She was just too stubborn for that! The young woman would fight to survive with every last ounce of her strength. But on the surface, she acted like she had some terminal disease before going out.

That was only before missions. During missions, she had the time of her life! Cyan was able to let off steam, and show her skills. Often times, she was unable to control her tongue. She would be more carefree than ever, and that was really saying something.

Finally, Cyan saw the sky light up with a beautiful array of gold, splattering the morning sky with orangish colors. It was beautiful… Ad soon enough, the sun was peeking out over the horizon, looking like a child that had awoken to look over the top of his crib. Cyan stretched, then sighed. It was time to go down there… Cyan turned, and slipped off the side of the balcony, her bare feet hitting the concrete with a gentle, fleshy tap. She went into her room, and went into her closet. There, she had her costume, her under-suit, and of course, her weapons. Her under-suit went on first. It was all black and skin tight, short-sleeved and cut off around mid-thigh. Then, with all of the appropriate holes that were sewn into the flexible, yet tough material, Cyan placed her weapons. Mostly, they were a vast array of knives, brass knuckles, and metal bars. They were all quiet, and wouldn't draw attention like a gun would. In the end, a total of six knives were all over her body, and other weapons were concealed elsewhere. Then, as cliché as it was, Cyan put on her modest chambermaid outfit. Just a starched blue dress that ended mid-calf, and cut off at the elbows. On top of that went her somewhat-frilly white apron. White socks went up to her knee, and her black shoes matched.

There… Almost perfect. As the icing on top of the cake, Cyan pulled out her main weapon. A smooth, small, titanium needle, encased in a white napkin, it's dangerously sharp end stuck in a cork. It was only about five inches in length, and it got so thin at the end that one could barely see it. Despite this flimsy appearance, it was as strong as a bar for a stop sign. It would be the key to the operation today. She kept this more accessible, and folded the handkerchief that encased it in her apron.

Cyan was finally ready. She checked her appearance in the mirror, and brushed through her curly, brown hair, and flattening down her bangs. She had already put on some light make-up, just to avoid suspicion. The woman turned on heel, and began to walk down to the main room. It was a little humiliating to be dressed this way, but at least she didn't have to dress like a French maid. Before long, she was entering the room lit by computer screens alone. She tried to look as proud as she could, but a faint blush had spread across her cheeks. This was just so damn embarrassing! Cyan bit her lip, then approached the men who were bustling around the desks, setting up their hidden cameras and calling the rides that would transport them to the building to assume their stations. She cleared her throat, and a few of them turned, looking pretty jumpy. It was a shock to see her in such an outfit! Not that she wasn't girly, and it wasn't as though this outfit was revealing; it was just hard for the task force to imagine Cyan having the willpower to serve someone like a maid!

L was one of them, though he didn't stand; he simply turned his head around to look back at her, his gaze slightly unsettled. She looked around at all of them, frowning indignantly.

"Okay… Can we go yet?" Cyan asked after an awkward pause, reaching up to scratch the back of her head.

At that, the rest of them seemed to relax a bit. Matsuda smiled, and it was funny to note that Aizawa was too, if only slightly. L didn't smile. He watched her, his eyes wide. He was the one who spoke first.

"Not yet. Preparations are underway now. If you don't mind, I would like a word, please." He said, looking slightly unsettled. L got to his feet awkwardly, his back cracking as he did. Cyan winced. L needed a chiropractor… Before she knew it, the task force witness the two walking away from the rest of them, as easy as that.

Once they were out of sight, Matsuda laughed. "No way! I never thought that would've happened!" He exclaimed loudly.

Aizawa groaned, glaring at the man. "Just get to work, alright?" He muttered, looking as though he wanted to focus on work and work alone.

Cyan found herself following L, his hunched form finally selecting a room very close to the main office. She peered around. It was identical to every other room in the hotel, and the light of the early morning was already pouring in through the curtains. She looked at L curiously as he got to the window of the room, peering out for a moment, his index finger in his mouth. Then, after a brief beat of silence, he turned to face Cyan, who was standing in the dead center of the room.

"I'm sorry if I have embarrassed you by requesting a private conference in front of them." L finally said.

Cyan had to smile at the way he spoke so formally; it was something about him that would never change.

"It's alright. So… What did you want to say?" She asked, already knowing what it would probably be. L looked at the young woman, his eyes huge and calculating. Was she really a woman now? L would always see her as a girl, and that was for certain. It helped that she never really acted her age anyway… He took a deep breath and sighed, dropping his hand away from his mouth.

"Be careful. Please. And…" L began, but he hesitated. Should he say it? Would it be too morbid? He quickly calculated the odds in his head, and while he was doing so, he failed to notice that Cyan had walked right up to him. Without thinking twice about it, she had her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to her short height. No words were exchanged; she simply kissed him, placing her lips gently against his. His lips were so cool… and larger than hers. Even though they had been doing this a lot lately, it still made her lungs feel as though they were on fire. Every cell of her body was electrified…

What really got her pulse going was when he kissed her back, melting against her lips and beginning to kiss her more passionately. He placed a tentative hand on the small of her back, bringing her closer to his body. She felt as though she was liquefying where she stood! Cyan was able to remember every good time they had had when they were children, how much she had truly longed for him all of this time. Finally, they were breaking the kiss, their faces still very close as they gasped for air. They stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds too long, before Cyan's eyes flickered to the ground as she released her hold on his neck, backing away.

L had always loved these kisses; in all honesty, he had expected to go through his life alone. Not loving or being loved. But both of those were proven wrong. He had always loved Cyan… And she had said that she loved him. She really did…

Cyan gave him a small smile, staring up at his eyes again.

"Don't worry… And I'll be back soon."