I totally didn't make references to other things in the progress of making this.

SKYPE

L sighed, pulling out another piece of paper and looking at the girl over the call. That was one of his best fellow detective, (Y/N) (L/N), who had worked with him on mainly murder cases, but was a behind the scenes detective in the Kira case.

"So, you found out how Yagami knew we trapped him room?" L asked, having swallowed a large amount of strawberry Pocky.

(Y/N) smiled at him, "Yup! It took a bit of spying, but I found a piece of mechanical pencil lead in the door. He also has the weird system with the door handle, not including the slip of with his door."

L looked like he was comprehended something, before glancing at (Y/N) again, "So what was he doing?"

"Well, he was writing criminals names, but then took out his drawer cover. The notebook is completely black, and has white text." (Y/N) said, twiddling with a pen.

Just as L was about to speak, she kept chatting, "Oh, right! He keeps talking to himself. There's always a floating apple. I thought it was strings at first, but then I remembered the- L, are you okay?" She shouted, worry in her voice.

L's face was white, as if he had seen a ghost or something.

(Y/N) was concerned for her best friend, so she trembled and murmured, "L, you realize this means Shingami actually exist?"

L didn't respond, but put his elbows on the table, heads on his forehead, and just looked at the table. She didn't say anything, guessing L wanted a moment just to think, so she leaned back in her chair and grabbed a pen.

A few times, L would just groaned, but then stuff his face with more sweets. (Y/N) pulled up another tab, setting the Skype call into a small box, and typing a list of all the things she knew. Of course, (Y/N) wasn't going to just send it to him and freak him out anymore.

Finally, L broke the silence, "I hate to ask, but how long have you been watching Yagami?"

"Oh, uh... twenty-four hours for the last three days. Maybe, I can't remember. I'm really tired." She murmured, chuckling under her breath.

L groaned at this, "I know you enjoy working, but I at least sleep. How long have you not been sleep well, three hours or less?"

"Uhm... Last two months." She said, looking away from the call.

"You fu..." L covered his mouth, moving them to his mouth. Although L had huge bags under his eyes,
(Y/N)'s were visibly worse. "(Y/N), please sleep."

"L, I can't... I need to find Kira before he kills my dad." (Y/N) whined, tears building up in her eyes.

'Oh, right. I forgot about that.' L looked at the girl, who had quickly grabbed a tissue.

Around a year ago, (Y/N)'s dad became a mafia member after being threatened with his daughter and wife. Of course, he joined, having no other choice. Someone put a bunch of murders of a large gang on him, so he ended up as a mafia boss. They needed the money, and anyone who leaves the mafia gets shot. People had asked L to solve the mystery of the White Grim, but he never did, knowing it was his best friend's own father.

L sighed, not wanting to fight anymore, and pulled a piece of notebook paper out, along with a pen and a piece of strawberry shortcake. He sighed, but didn't want to do much. Soon, L needed to ask a question.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" L said, before realizing the girl was asleep, drool rolling down her chin.

He smiled, happy that his best friend was finally sleeping. L didn't ended the call, but kept working, having her light snores as a background noise.