Author Note: Again I'm hoping you all are well and safe.

Finally here is the final chapter. Sorry for another long wait.

Warnings: Johnlock ahead but nothing explicit. There isn't any kissing but it is clear that they are a couple. I know its not for everyone so I decided to give a warning.

Disclaimer: Death Note and its characters belong to Tsugumi Ohba while Sherlock and its characters belong to Arthur Conan Doyle, Mark Gatiss and Steven Mofatt

Chapter 13: The Unusual Detective

It had taken a couple years, but L finally met Mummy, or Grandmummy as she insisted he call her. He didn't have the nerve to refuse her. She was a rather forceful woman but in a dignified and motherly way. He could see how she was able to keep the two brothers in line as they grew up. She was overjoyed to meet him, happily spoiling and mothering him as if he were her new child.

"I'd given up on having grandchildren," she explained, attempting to smooth down L's unruly locks. He simply sat there and let her try. "These boys never even tried." She shot them reproachful looks. "You should have seen how many poor girls went home crying."

L grinned when he saw Mycroft's blank but clearly bored expression and Sherlock's eye roll. They made sure she didn't see though. She still had them in line, no matter how old they got.

John was also meeting Sherlock's parents for the first time. He was rather taken aback by how "ordinary" they seemed, but they welcomed him into the family easily. Mrs. Holmes was happy to see that her son had someone in his life, so much so it almost didn't matter who it was. It didn't take them long to think John wonderful though. He got along well with them. He followed Mrs. Holmes' instructions without complaint as they cooked together, which was apparently a big honor, and continued to listen even when Mr. Holmes rambled off mid-conversation. The longer L and John spent with them, the more they saw Sherlock in them, which only helped make the couple more endearing.

Free from Mrs. Holmes' attention for the moment, L sat on the couch. He looked about the room with a smile, taking in and memorizing the moment. The lit fireplace kept the cold outside and made the gold and silver ornaments hanging on the Christmas tree shimmer and twinkle. There were pastries and candies on the coffee table, though Mrs. Holmes kept a close watch on how much was eaten before dinner. Sherlock sat on the other end of the couch, neatly dressed for the occasion. He drummed his fingers on the arm, but it wasn't with his usual impatient, agitated energy. It was instead mindless and soothing. It drew L's eye to the band on his finger, making him smile again. The detective stared into the kitchen area and rolled his eyes as John was practically pulled in two by his parents, both wanting to spend time with him. His expression was so soft though.

Forbidden from working by his mother, Mycroft was sitting in a plush armchair, reading a book so old and worn that L couldn't make out the title. It was probably in another language anyway. The man was allowing himself to sink into the chair and his stern features had smoothed out. L had never seen him so relaxed. Mrs. Holmes was stirring something on the stove, keeping an eye on the oven and talking with John at the same time. She wore a purple floral dress with a shimmering shawl. She tied an apron to keep herself clean, but she navigated the kitchen and stove so smoothly that even the apron was still clean. John was in one of those awful Christmas jumpers of his. Sherlock had groaned and complained but John still wore it. It was practically a tradition at that point. L even started wearing a Christmas jumper too, but it was a nice simple blue, snowflake one; Sherlock refused to allow anymore horrible jumpers in the flat. Mr. Holmes sat at the table in a jumper of his own, newspaper forgotten on the table as he frequently cut into the conversation.

"Sherlock!" Mrs. Holmes suddenly called out. "Come join us."

She was smiling, but it was clearly more of a demand than a request. Sherlock quietly huffed but got up without complaint, leaving L alone to watch from the couch. The man came up behind John and peered into the bowl in the doctor's arms. John stopped stirring and smiled up at him, stepping back until he was against Sherlock's chest. Sherlock brought his arms lightly around him and lowered his head, resting it on top of John's. He stayed there for a moment before pulling away to join his mother by the stove. He handed her ingredients as she asked for them.

The quiet thump of a closing book pulled his gaze from the kitchen. Mycroft's book was now laying in his lap with his hands resting neatly on top. The man began speaking but kept his eyes forward. There was a slight tightness in his face.

"I realize I never apologized to you for those two years." He spoke slowly, as if unsure whether the topic would be well received. It wasn't like him to be so hesitant.

"I know they weren't…easy for you."

L didn't know how to respond at first. He hadn't really been expecting an apology; not that the apology wasn't warranted, but he thought for sure Mycroft knew…

"I never really blamed you." Mycroft looked over at him, surprise flashing briefly in his features. L looked back to the kitchen. John was laughing at something Sherlock was saying, but L couldn't hear what. With the memories of those years fresh in mind, the sight was slightly bittersweet.

"Moriarty's network needed to be taken care of. I wish it had been someone else, but I understand why it was Sherlock. And you may not have been there, but I know you kept an eye on me."

L won't deny that it might have helped to have seen Mycroft during those years, but L also might not have wanted to then. In a way, it would have made it worse; reminded him even more of Sherlock's absence. He had only really thought about John and himself then. Now he was able to see the whole picture.

"I can't imagine what it must have been like for you… knowing what he was doing and what he was going through while having to sit back and wait. Thank you for sparing me that." He met Mycroft's gaze so he could fully see his earnest gratitude.

"I…"

It was truly a rare sight to see Mycroft speechless. Sherlock would regret missing it. There was a pause as the man gathered his words together before he finally settled on simply saying a quiet 'you're welcome.' L got all he was saying underneath though. He smiled and Mycroft tentatively smiled back, looking lighter than he did before.

"Boys!" Mrs. Holmes called out to them, as if knowing the conversation was finished. It seemed it was their turn to be dragged into the family bonding. Mycroft sighed but his smile didn't diminish much as he rose from the chair.

"Shall we?"

"After you, Uncle."

The man reeled back slightly with a faint grimace.

"I ask you to not call me that again. The very idea of my brother procreating is simply appalling." And yet the man never reacted when he called Sherlock his father. L kept that to himself though and grinned at the man's exaggerated discomfort.

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"Sandra Chapman was last seen walking down Queens Road the day before. Her boyfriend, Zackary, said she was heading to a job interview."

L listened attentively as Sherlock walked him through the case. It just wasn't the same as seeing it all in person, but he guessed over the phone wasn't too bad. John was nice enough to hold it as Sherlock bounded about, searching for anything that could hint to the woman's disappearance. L would have been there, but he had made plans before to meet with Anderson. Sherlock insisted he cancel, wanting him there and also arguing that such a meeting held no importance in the first place. John was just as stubborn though.

L's relationship with the former forensic agent had shifted with Sherlock's return. The man was still a bit obsessed with the detective, sometimes even stalking him, but he was of sounder mind than those two years. L himself was also in a better state of mind so he was actually able to converse with him and form a new companionship. He still applauded the two a bit too much, but L preferred that to his bitter disdain of Sherlock's intelligence. L also won't deny there was some pity involved but it dwindled over time and he did greatly appreciate the man sticking by him those years; L was sure he wasn't easy to be around then either.

L had gotten back to the flat before John and Sherlock returned from investigating so he called to check in. Sherlock jumped on the opportunity to include him on the case, even if it meant through speaker phone. L tensed as John suddenly cursed over the phone. His heart started pounding as it was quickly muffled and there was a clatter, which L recognized as the phone hitting the ground. Sherlock started choking in the background and the line went dead after a sudden yell in French. It had been proven time and again that Sherlock and John were an unstoppable team but that didn't ease his worry. He sent a quick text to Lestrade to send officers to Queens Road. Just to be safe, he dialed Mycroft as well. It took a few rings before the man answered; he must have been in the middle of something.

"Uncle."

"Must you insist on calling me that?" The response still brought a smile to his face even at such a time. "Has something happened?"

That made the worry turn to dread. There were many cameras over the city, many of which were used to keep an eye on Sherlock, despite the detective's indignation, and yet Mycroft didn't know about the attack? No one had seen it?

A text from Lestrade only made it worse.

No sign of them.

L took a deep breath before bringing the phone back to his ear. He told Mycroft all he knew about the case and what he had heard over the phone.

"Lestrade went to the scene but can't find them."

He heard Mycroft rapidly typing, no doubt requesting the video feed of the area from his subordinates. He spoke again after a few minutes.

"I…I don't see them." The unease in the admission was the last straw. L got up and slipped on his shoes and coat without hanging up. "I see Sherlock and the doctor reach a courtyard. However, we lose sight of them after a couple minutes and they don't show up on the next camera. The assault you heard wasn't caught on camera. The most we get is a glimpse of a suspicious van leaving the area."

There were many cameras around the city but, despite Mycroft's best efforts, they weren't able to oversee everywhere and everything. That specific area of Queens Road had only a couple. That couldn't be a coincidence. The only reason Sherlock and John were there was because that was where Chapman disappeared. So, was it a trap then? There was no way to guarantee that Sherlock would investigate this particular case. That didn't mean that wasn't the plan though. If they wanted Chapman, there would've been no reason to linger and go after Sherlock. No Chapman was clearly a victim of opportunity. Then perhaps Sherlock and John were too. The kidnappers could have been using a low surveillance area to their advantage and happened to grab the detective by mistake. L hoped that was the case; it was preferable to them being the true targets. Either way, the two were in need of a rescue.

L listened as Mycroft started ordering his men to track the van and look for his brother, phone call seemingly forgotten. He rushed down the stairs and headed for the door, not even pausing to let Mrs. Hudson know he was going out.

"Stop."

The sudden order made him freeze with his hand on the doorknob.

"Stay where you are."

L scowled and gripped the knob tighter. His nerves were buzzing, and his body was tense, but he bit back his protest and dissected Mycroft's tone and words.

"What do you know?"

There was a good chance the man wouldn't tell him anything and he was prepared to disobey him if he didn't. He was no longer a child and wouldn't accept any more coddling. Mycroft must have sensed his intent for he sighed.

"I have become aware of a surge in kidnappings in France. The National Police have discerned that it was the work of a single group. The identities and location of the members have remained unknown. There was no request for aid, so I never gave Sherlock the case. However, it seems the malefactors have crossed into our borders and possibly sought my brother out personally. I've done my best to keep your connection with my brother a secret, but there is no guarantee that they won't snatch you up as well if given the chance."

"I refuse to simply wait."

There was another long sigh on the other end and L knew he had gotten his way.

"I'll send my men to pick you up. You do not go out on your own."

L could accept that. He finally released the doorknob and took a seat on the stairs to wait. He didn't protest when the car headed for Mycroft's office instead of Queens Road. No doubt the location was already swarming with Mycroft's men. They'd collect anything of interest for them. There were other ways to find the missing detective and his doctor. Mycroft had the full list of the suspected and confirmed victims ready for him when he arrived. Still there was nothing that stood out immediately that would be of much help.

The main target seemed to be people that wouldn't be missed, or at least not for some time. They were all single with no family or foreigners on long trips. There were several vagrants believed to be victims as well, but it was hard to confirm if they were truly connected to the case. The perps would have had to have studied the victims for a bit to make sure there were no friends or family to check in on them. There were a couple times where they just weren't thorough enough. Beyond Sandra Chapman, a mother had reported that her son had gone missing and a college student from Ukraine researching at the Louvre Museum was reported missing. There was also Sherlock and John, of course. Those were among the most recent of cases, so they were starting to slip more and more. It would've taken no time at all to see that Chapman had a boyfriend so either they decided it wasn't important or she truly was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Both show they are no longer cautious in choosing victims. Was it arrogance? Perhaps some new need for urgency? Whatever the reason, it was a mistake that would cost them.

There was also the question of why they shifted focus to London. It couldn't be easy transporting victims over such a distance. For what reason would they go through the trouble of kidnapping all these people? He had to swallow a few times to fight the sudden dryness in his mouth and the lump in his throat. Whatever they were doing, he knew it wasn't good. Human trafficking had already been ruled out, but there was no way they could contain an increasing number of captives easily. There would also be little reason too…unless they needed to replenish their "supply." L didn't want to think about how many probably died, especially since they had Sherlock and John this time.

Oh!

He had to grip the table to remain upright as a sudden, overwhelming relief crashed through him. That was exactly what he needed. If there were deaths, then they needed to dispose of the bodies. They could have cremated or dismembered them, but L was willing to bet with how careless they've been lately that they hadn't for some time if ever. However, none of the bodies had been found and reported. So, it was a location remote, or at least never traveled to. No witnesses nearby or at least none that would get involved. Perhaps those that have bad relationships with the police or shady businesses of their own. That helped narrow it down and if they were truly getting careless then the last few might be dumped not be too far from their base of operations. Even if they weren't, there would no doubt be evidence on the bodies that would guide them closer.

He talked it out with Mycroft, and they looked over some maps. They narrowed it down to a couple places. The possible dump sites were actually all in the same general area. It was a run-down area with a lot of drug activity and a few warehouses. Using some of Mycroft's connections they found that there actually was a report of a body found in the area, but it was one of the vagrants and hadn't been connected to the case. The cause of death was an overdose. It was a strange drug, an unbalanced mixture of other drugs really. Many were for recreational purposes, but there were also faint traces from an earlier dosage that seemed to have more medical purposes. It was just as unbalanced however, and the exact purpose was hard to decipher. The man had a puncture wound in his arm from the syringe that administrated the drug and yet a syringe was not found near the body. There were also abrasions on his wrists that showed he had been restrained. If he was one of the victims of the kidnapping, then that meant… Mycroft's grimace showed he was thinking the same.

"Who would have access to the equipment needed to manufacture drugs?" L asked, a new urgency hitting him. He pushed it down though and kept his focus sharp.

"Anyone, if they manage to steal them. The knowledge how to use them properly however…"

Mycroft immediately had his men gather information on pharmaceutical scientists and others of similar professions. Even students were included on the list; they couldn't afford to carelessly rule anyone out. Given the drug activity in the area, the recreational drugs that caused the death weren't anything special. It was the medical based ones that provided some hints. Whoever mixed the drugs seemed to be attempting to create something new, which implies some sort of research was done. And such extreme and unethical methods suggested intense dedication but also desperation. For whatever reason, they felt they couldn't conduct their research through normal means.

They combed through the distressingly long list at a rapid but thorough speed. They paid extra attention to those fired or expelled within the year and what each one had been studying. It took longer than L wanted it to but finally they narrowed it down to a few. They then decided to try and track down the equipment. There had actually been a couple of thefts of equipment from some pharmacies and universities in the area and surrounding cities. That was quite concerning. L hoped that something would be done to prevent that in the future. Cross-referencing all those places, only one man on the list had a connection.

Rylan Haden was a pharmaceutical scientist that had studied at one of the robbed universities and he had been let go from his job. The officers that investigated the theft ultimately determined that one of the local gangs had been behind it, but that only resulted in a few lackeys getting arrested. Clearly, scapegoats chosen by the boss. Now they knew where Haden got his manpower. They just needed to find them. The exact hideout of the gang had been narrowed down somewhat by the police but not anywhere exact. It didn't take long for L and Mycroft to pinpoint it though. Unfortunately…

"I'm able to get information on the case, but I don't have any power over the actual officers. I can't order them to do anything or go anywhere. We'd have to appeal to those in charge and regrettably I haven't had time to form any direct connections, so I have no sway. It'll take time, especially since we don't have any physical proof that points to that location or Haden's involvement."

"Time we might not have."

L's mind was racing. How could they get to Sherlock and John faster without those connections? Was there someone else out there more influential than Mycroft Holmes? Maybe not exactly influential but happened to know the right people. With that, L knew just who to call. Thankfully, he answered with the first few rings.

"Hello Mr. Wammy. This is L. I don't know if you remember me…"

Quillsh was sure he would never forget the boy he met that day several years ago. With the creation of his orphanage for gifted children, he has met many brilliant children and he was fond of them all but L somehow shined brighter than the others. Mr. Holmes had been generous enough to keep him informed on how L had been faring, but in a rather vague sense for privacy sake. However, a direct call from him was quite the surprise. His voice was deeper than it had been that day. He had grown up.

"I remember you." Quillsh answered with a small smile.

"I apologize for being abrupt, but this is an urgent matter. Do you have any connections in the French Police?"

"I do. I'm friends with a chief."

"Sherlock and John have been kidnapped. I've tracked them down to a specific warehouse, but it would take some time to convince the National Police to take action. Time I'm afraid we don't have."

Quillsh had only met the younger Holmes once, but he left a lasting impression. His brashness reminded him of some of the young boys at his orphanages. He was rather caring in his own way underneath though. The way he treated L and looked at him was proof of that. The boy seemed to think the world of the detective in return. The doctor was more of a mystery, but he'd heard good things about him, and he was sure that any man adored as much as he by those two had to a good person. To hear that the detective and his partner were in danger was tragic. L's voice was steady though; he took action instead of worrying and was doing everything he could to guarantee their return. And Quillsh wanted to play his part; he wanted to help reunite this family.

"I understand. I'll do whatever I can to help."

Quillsh wrote down everything L told him then hung up. He quickly dialed his friend. It took only two rings before the call connected.

"This is Chief Chaston."

"Hello Ambroise."

"Ah, Quillsh. It's been a long time, old friend."

"Indeed, it has. I'd like to catch up, but I'm afraid I'm calling on an urgent matter. I need your help."

"What is it?"

"Mycroft Holmes' brother is now one of the victims in the series of kidnappings that your men are investigating. He has managed to track down his location. The culprits will also be found there."

"And yet, it is you bringing this to my attention and not him." His friend was still just as sharp as ever.

"I know it's not-"

"No, say no more. I understand. I'll smooth over the paperwork later. Where do you need me to send my men?"

Haden and most of the gang were successfully arrested. It turns out the leader had recently passed away and one of the other members took over. Alton Clark was even more arrogant and greedy than the previous leader. He provided Haden with what he needed but kept demanding more and more drugs for his own profit. He also wanted something new and more addictive than what other gangs had. That explained the surge in kidnappings; Haden needed to test the drugs he was making after all.

Quillsh managed to make it to the hospital as Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson were being released. It was comforting to see the two up and about as if nothing happened. The police had reached them before they were subjected to any of the test drugs. Given the detective's history it was quite the relief that there would be no relapse. They had some abrasions from their restraints but nothing that needed much treatment. The young woman that was also found wasn't as lucky. Miss Chapman was alive, but it was going to take some time for her to recover.

Quillsh stood back to watch as the two approached where Mycroft was waiting nearby with his assistant and L. Sherlock paused to snap at the nurse that was hovering around them but was gently herded away by Dr. Watson before he could do much damage. The inventor smiled as L threw his arms around his fathers. The ill-tempered detective relaxed instantly and brought a long arm around his son. The doctor ruffled L's hair with a warm smile. Mycroft said something that had his brother stomping over and snapping in response. This seemed to soothe the government official. There was a bit of what looked to be a rather childish back-and-forth until they were interrupted by the arrival of Detective Inspector Lestrade. Those two truly were brothers. L eventually broke away from the group and approached him.

"I want to thank you again for your assistance, Mr. Wammy."

"You're most welcome. I'm glad I was able to help get them back safely."

The person in front of Quillsh wasn't the little boy he remembered. He was a teenager now, almost a young man. He was taller, but his full height wasn't easily deduced with his hunch. His dark eyes were accompanied by harsh bags that looked so permanent Quillsh would have thought he was born with them if he hadn't known better. He had a unique look that would make him the center of attention and not necessarily in a nice way with how cruel the world tended to be. His expression was soft and content though. Quillsh was once again reminded of the boy's inner strength. He hoped the children at the orphanage would turn out as fortunate. He couldn't fight the fond smile even if he wanted to.

"You've grown." In more ways than one. L's small, pleased smile showed he understood what he meant. John cut in before he could respond though.

"Sorry to interrupt, but we really should be heading home now. Otherwise, I fear this hospital is going to need to hire new nurses." He said, looking back where Sherlock was glaring at passing nurses. Most scurried away, but a young one decided to stand her ground and glare right back. This only made Sherlock focus fully on her, despite Lestrade's efforts to distract him.

"He's already been in quite the mood lately. Oddly enough, getting kidnapped didn't help this time." L chuckled at that.

"I'll be right there." John nodded and went to help Lestrade before the nurse and Sherlock could really go at it.

"Hope you have a safe trip back." L nodded, looking thoughtful.

"There is a something I wished to speak with you about." Clearly, something important if L wanted time to talk in depth.

Quillsh had been on his way to visit one of his orphanages when L had called. It was something he did often. Having created so many orphanages all over the county and several out of country, he spent a lot of time traveling so he could divide his time among them. He wanted to know all the children and watch them grow and find themselves. They were expecting him, but he could put off his visit for a bit to hear what L had to say. He'd have to let the manager of the orphanage know so Mrs. Chambers wouldn't worry when he didn't arrive.

"It has been a couple years since I visited London. There's a couple things I need to take care of first. I'll be sure to drop by Baker Street when I arrive."

"Thank you. See you soon, Mr. Wammy."

"Until then."

Quillsh followed a bit behind the group as they left through the doors. He watched them all clamber into a waiting car and raised a hand in farewell when he saw Mycroft peer at him through the window. The man nodded his thanks then signaled the driver. The car sped off and quickly vanished from sight.

"Seems I just missed them."

Quillsh jumped slightly before turning to the man suddenly beside him. Even after all these years, his friend still had such quiet steps. He remembered all the times he spooked him when they were younger. His startled flailing never failed to make his friend laugh. Even now, the other man was grinning in amusement.

"I'm afraid you did, Ambroise." Quillsh answered with his own amused grin.

"Shame. I've been hearing so much about Mycroft Holmes. Thought it was time I met him. He's quite impressive. He closed a case in a few hours that my men had been working on for a while."

The two started walking, no doubt headed for the nearest coffee shop if Ambroise still had his immense love of coffee. Quillsh was in the mood for some tea himself and it was time he caught up with his old friend.

"Quite impressive, indeed. He had some assistance this time though."

"Oh? Who from?" Quillsh smiled to himself.

"A great detective."

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It had been three days since the kidnapping and rescue. L knew Mr. Wammy would be there very soon if not tomorrow. He still hadn't shared his idea with John and Sherlock though. It was best that he did before discussing the matter with the inventor, but he found it hard to bring up. He didn't think they would disapprove exactly. Part of him was reluctant to take that final step, though he knew it was time and he was ready. Naturally, his father could tell he was troubled.

"So, you've decided to finally talk? You've been dwelling for some time." Sherlock said as he sat in his chair while John did the same at L's request.

"I have. I've decided it's time I fully become a detective on my own."

It was time he fulfilled his promise to Mr. Wammy and give those children at the orphanage someone to look up to and maybe aspire to be. He needed to be known as his own person though; not an addition to the great Sherlock Holmes. There were some complications with that though.

First, he couldn't stay in London. With Sherlock there, there wouldn't be many cases coming his way. He could always take those that Sherlock didn't, but L was already doing that. He really wanted to step out on his own and be the first detective people thought of rather than the second.

There were also the risks. Even with Moriarty gone, being close to Sherlock Holmes made you a target. L didn't want to put any of them at more risk by adding on his own enemies. So, he decided to make a shield for them. No one would know they were important to him because no one would know who he was. All anyone would know was a name and, even then they would think it an alias. He'd be a complete unknown with no face. Just a letter on a screen. It would be different not being at the crime scenes himself, but he was capable enough to work with little information. He could also rely on hopefully competent officers to gather information for him if needed. He also could go under the guise of one of his own men when he grew a bit older as a last resort.

L explained his idea to his parents and, even though he knew they would, it was still a relief that they contemplated it without dismissing it off-right.

"You'll have to travel all over to acquire cases. You won't be able to gain much of a reputation otherwise." There was the sad look on his Dad's face that L was expecting. Neither really wanted L to leave, but they also respected his decision. They'd do what they could to help make it all work.

"You'll need support; someone to be a handler and the middleman between you and the police. Can't exactly set up your own equipment without revealing yourself. You'd also lose a lot of time if you act as your own negotiator."

"Surely, Mycroft could give some of his men." John suggested. Sherlock shook his head.

"He wants to make a name for himself independently. It's expected for a boy his age to want to-"

"I thought we agreed you'd stop quoting parenting books."

Sherlock pouted and turned away, making John chuckle and L smile.

"I'm already working on getting some assistance." It took Sherlock less than a minute to understand just who he was referring to.

"Ah, the inventor. He might have some connections you can exploit. Good thinking."

There was a slight twist to Sherlock's lips though. John had heard about Mr. Wammy's visit that day all those years ago. The doctor had been amused, but also pleased, to hear how possessive Sherlock had been. It seemed he still didn't like sharing L with others much, even if it was just to get connections. John was also a bit wary, but that was mainly his paranoia about strangers being around his loved ones. He knew Mr. Wammy wouldn't have been allowed in the same city as L if Mycroft or Sherlock deemed him a threat. The man had also helped during their kidnapping and Mycroft seemed to trust him. However, John still wanted to meet him before L went off into the world with whatever connections he provided.

The inventor did drop by the next day and he listened quietly as L explained. The man didn't seem to know what to make of L's idea at first. He was silent for a couple minutes then he smiled.

"You truly are remarkable."

It was beyond ambitious. It was selfless. It sounded impossible, but Quillsh knew that if it worked…L would make such a difference. And he wanted to be there and witness it. Even more than that, he wanted to help make it happen.

"I know the perfect place you can start solving cases."

Ambroise wouldn't be opposed to such assistance as long as he had people he trusted vouching for it. He wouldn't even bat an eye if it had to be through a computer screen. He'd be especially eager when Quillsh told him it was the same detective that helped Mycroft Holmes with the kidnapping case.

"I could perhaps find you a handler, but I wish to volunteer. Either way you have my support, but this way my resources and connections would always be readily available if you should ever need them."

L hadn't been expecting that. Neither had his parents. He could hear his father's agitated breath and could easily imagine the displeased scowl on his face. Sherlock was keeping quiet though, no doubt John was helping with that. It wasn't a bad idea though. In fact, it would make things a lot easier. He didn't fully trust Mr. Wammy just yet but trusting him was preferable to bringing on another person and hoping he can trust them with such an important task. This also gave him direct access to that special orphanage, which he needed if he hoped to influence the children. Still, he had to ask…

"Why? You'd have to join me in anonymity. You won't be able to visit the orphanages much anymore. Why give up so much for this?"

It's true that Quillsh would have to give up a lot to help L. Still, he was sure this was the right thing to do.

"I want to help you become the detective I know you can be."

The man was sincere, L could easily see that. He hadn't realized he left such an impression on him. There was no guarantee, but he was starting to think that this would work out just fine.

"If you're sure about this, then I'd be happy to accept your help."

His parents didn't protest. His dad seemed appeased enough once he got to meet Mr. Wammy himself, though there was still the reluctance in letting him go. His father just gave him a long, searching look before asking if he was sure.

"I am."

"Fine then."

It was several months before L took on his first case. It took time to gather a highly encrypted and secure laptop, computer and the rest of the equipment they needed. They then needed to know how it all worked down to the smallest part. L wanted it to be like an extension of himself and be able to use any of it while half-asleep or concussed if ever necessary. A bit irrational and paranoid perhaps, but that would also have to be the norm. He was planning to have criminals all over the world hate and fear him after all. He was hoping to keep knowledge of his existence among the police only, but that wouldn't last forever.

Mr. Wammy also had to arrange a couple safe houses in a few countries for future use. He also informed his orphanages that he would no longer be able to visit as frequently, though he didn't share just what it was that he would be doing instead. L planned to make time for him to visit whenever they were near one in the future, but they could never be sure when that would be. There was one more person that knew what was going on. The man overlooking the special orphanage was told since they would be in frequent contact with the children in the future. Whether L managed to inspire any of them or not, he still wanted to meet some of them. He wondered how much of himself he would see in them.

The man, Roger, didn't share Mr. Wammy's enthusiasm over the idea. Helping L become a detective and introducing him to the children was fine; what he didn't like was that Mr. Wammy wouldn't be dropping by as much anymore. It wasn't purely because they were friends though. That orphanage was the one Wammy spent the most time in and now Roger would have to look after the children without him.

"Roger is a good man. He's just not as fond of children as I am." Mr. Wammy explained with an amused smile.

"Why put him in charge of an orphanage then?"

"He volunteered." His smile turned a little sad. "His wife loved children."

John and Mrs. Hudson insisted on throwing L a farewell party before he left for France. Everyone was invited, even Anderson. Sherlock was a bit dismayed but didn't protest when the man plucked up the courage to throw an arm around L's shoulders and pull him in for a quick side-hug. Mrs. Hudson baked a big strawberry cheesecake and made sure L got the biggest piece, not that anyone would try to take that from him. Mycroft quietly nursed cups of tea in the background, even with Mrs. Hudson's attempts to drag him into participating. It was enough that he showed up at all so L didn't complain. Sherlock didn't exactly mingle either, he was content to just sit with John and listen as the doctor conversed with others. He did humor Molly's attempts at dragging him into conversation though. Lestrade ruffled L's hair so frequently that he was afraid he'd lose some. The man was brimming with such pride and emotion though, so he just let him. Mr. Wammy had been unsure about attending, worried he'd be intruding on such a personal affair, but John had insisted. The inventor was often deep in conversation with Mrs. Hudson.

The party ended with gifts, though L had protested against anyone buying him anything. Mycroft's gift was a tea set, clearly expensive but also rather simple in design. L really liked it. It made sense the man would know what would fit his tastes. It seemed odd to give such a gift to someone who was going to travel around the world to solve crimes, but L knew he'd be taking it with him anyway. It was a gift from his uncle after all. Lestrade had bought him a book of advanced crossword puzzles.

"For the many flights."

The inspector explained defensively when the others gave him confused looks. L smiled; the man clearly put thought into it even with his limited budget. L didn't tell him that the book probably wouldn't occupy him for long. Molly had knitted him a pair of gloves for when he was in colder weather during his travels. Everyone laughed when L put on the deerstalker hat that Sherlock had gotten him. Even the detective himself was grinning in amusement.

The last gift was from both his parents. The excited, jovial murmurs quieted as L pulled out a pair of dog tags from the small box. They weren't his dad's, though L was sure his dad had wanted to give them to him; L couldn't exactly travel around with something so personal and easily traceable. Instead, they had a pair made and customized for him. He was sure Mycroft had also implanted a tracker just in case. They didn't have any of the usual information on them. All they had were two letters. L gently traced the S and J then looked up where his parents stood lightly intertwined, watching him. His eyes misted slightly as he took in their soft smiles.

"This way you'll always have us with you wherever you go." John said.

L slipped the tags over his head then tucked them safely underneath his shirt. He liked the way they brushed against his skin with every movement, like a constant reminder. The metal should have been ice cold, but somehow they were so warm or maybe that was purely the warmth blooming in his chest. L couldn't seem to speak so he instead gave his parents a hug. They held on to him just as tight.

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The first case he took on at the request of Chief Chaston was a simple one, clearly a test of his skill and reliability. The drug cartel wasn't well organized. It was easy to track it down, so easy in fact that the police shouldn't have needed any assistance. L suspected that they didn't, but rather wanted to see if he could solve a case they had already solved. The chief was a rather shrewd and cunning man, but L couldn't say for sure whether he would do such a thing and he wasn't going to ask Watari about it.

Having Mr. Wammy around was something L got used to quickly. The man adapted to his new role rather well and L rather liked the name he chose for himself. He had a lot of skills and knew a great deal about many things. Whatever he didn't know, he put his all into learning it. With such drive, it was easy to see how he became such a famous inventor. He was quite the skilled marksman as well. He kept his skills sharp over the years since his time in war as a way to remember his fallen comrades. It was an immensely useful skill for him to have now, though L wished they wouldn't ever need him to use it. L hoped he never needed to use the gun his dad had given him either.

The inventor actually reminded him a lot of Mrs. Hudson. He was a gentle soul with a steel spine underneath. It made sense the two got along so well at the farewell party. He doted on L a bit, clearly used to being around a lot of children. He wasn't overbearing though. He gave L many sweets, but also expressed his disapproval whenever he thought L went too far in his methods. In a way, he was his moral compass; he was his John.

It took time to garner respect and trust, but he had managed when he was just a child, so in a way it was easier this time. This way no one thought less of him because of his age, appearance or mannerisms. There would always be some mistrust, of course. It was only natural, but he could guarantee trust in his abilities if nothing else.

Being in charge of so many people always came with challenges. From those that didn't follow orders well to those who decide not to. He tried to be as polite as John would have wanted when dealing with the officers and detectives, but there were a few times when he came across as harshly blunt as his father. It was just so hard when some of the men made such idiotic mistakes. He could hear his dad chide him in his mind every time, so he tried to keep such thoughts to himself. He knew his methods were also seen as questionable to others, though Sherlock would have approved of them. They always got results though, so he didn't concern himself too much with that.

His father often tried to tag along on some of his cases. Takeover was more accurate really. Even the secret ones weren't safe from him as he abused Mycroft's connections to get as much information as he could.

"You get all the interesting ones." Sherlock complained as L denied him once again.

"Being a world-famous detective does that. Wider range than one city." L smiled at the computer he was using to talk to his father.

The flat hadn't changed too much since he had left. The couch looked old and worn out and there were some extra scuffs and tears in the wallpaper. He wondered how many adventures he had missed out on. His dad's blog helped but it just wasn't the same as actually being there and feeling the adrenaline of the fights and chases.

"I also get numerous cries for help with small ones that would make your brain rot from their simplicity." L laughed at Sherlock's disgusted face.

"Is that L?"

The warm voice of John washed over L. He smiled when the doctor's face popped into frame.

"Hello Dad. Did you have a good day at work?"

"Yes, I did. How are you? Are you taking care of yourself?"

John always asked him that. It never failed to warm his heart.

"Yes, Dad. Watari is also making sure so you don't need to worry."

"And yet I'm sure he gives you as many sweets as you want."

His disapproving frown just made him smile. He may have been the one most likely to coddle L, but he was unrelenting when it came to his health. John would forever be a doctor first and foremost.

"And just look at your posture. Are you staying active? If you are going to-"

"He's fine, John." Sherlock interjected but he looked just as fond as L over the doctor's fussing. John huffed but did stop for the moment.

L was silent as he simply took in the sight of the two. John still looked older than he actually was, but there was a warmness and peace to his face that one wouldn't expect from such a hectic lifestyle. The wrinkles now gave him an aged, distinguished look without draining the life out of him as it did in the past. He had a full head of gray hair, which contrasted all the more with Sherlock's still dark locks. It helped the two stand out all the more. They had always made quite the pair.

It took him a bit to realize that the two were just as silent. They were taking him in as well. He relaxed under their gazes and let them have their fill. He had missed this. He should really check in more often.

The sound of quick steps on the staircase signaled a visitor. The gait was familiar, so L wasn't surprised when Lestrade came into the room.

"Got a good one for you." He greeted. He paused when he saw the two gathered in front of the computer.

"That L?"

L smiled. The man wasn't an inspector for nothing. Sherlock frowned. John quickly took the computer from him before he could slam it shut. Sherlock crossed his arms but didn't attempt to take it back. John rolled his eyes at him but turned the computer so Lestrade could see the screen.

"Hello Inspector."

"Hey kid. Been hearing about you back at the Yard. Making a real name for yourself, aren't you?" The man's smile was soft and proud.

"I'm doing my best."

"You said you had a case." Sherlock asked, standing up. John sighed as he handed the laptop to Lestrade so he could put on his coat. L chuckled to himself while Lestrade looked a bit perplexed. He moved on from it quickly. He handed the laptop back to John as he started talking with Sherlock.

"Well then." The doctor's fond exasperation brought another chuckle from L. John smirked knowingly. "We're going to head out. Take care of yourself, L."

"I will."

L could see Lestrade and Sherlock behind the doctor. They were still talking but Sherlock met his gaze the moment he looked their way. He smiled then winked before striding for the door, Lestrade right behind him. L looked back to John.

"Goodbye, Son."

"Goodbye, Dad."

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Criminals all over the world were dying of mysterious heart attacks. L knew it wasn't a coincidence. The universe was rarely so lazy after all. It wasn't an epidemic either, otherwise it wouldn't have been limited to just those of a criminal nature. No…it was murder. He knew just where to start looking for the killer too.

It was time to set off for what would probably be the most unusual case of his life.

THE END

Author Note: I've had the last section written since the beginning. It's so weird to finally be posting it.

Hope the case I wrote was okay. Again, it was things happening around the case that was important and not the case itself but I still tried to put effort into it.

There's a lot of moments in this that I really loved and enjoyed writing. I hope you enjoy them too :)

Figuring out some of the gifts was so hard. I was picturing the tea set that L used in the anime when meeting the task force face to face as the gift from Mycroft.

Please Review.

Thank you all for sticking with me this long, being so patient and sharing your thoughts. I hope to see you all again in my next story, which I've already started writing notes on.

It will be another Death Note story but completely different and probably not for everyone. I'd appreciate any feedback though.

Be safe and hang in there.