Everything after that became a blur of panic. Matt rushed to your side and carried you into his car at once. From there, he and Gevanni came to your aid.

"(f/n)! Are you awake!" Matt shouted.

With sturdy hands, Gevanni gently shook you back to consciousness. You slowly opened your eyes, and saw too fuzzy figures looking down at you. You rubbed your eyes and the figures became Matt and Gevanni.

"Thank God, (f/n). I was about to rush you to the hospital." Matt breathed out a sigh of relief.

 "I'm sorry, Matt, Gevanni, all of you." You weakly spoke.

 "No, it's fine. My given role is to support you right?" Gevanni reassured you.

"And besides, you shouldn't apologize for something you can't control." Said Matt.

You managed a weak smile. "Thanks guys. I wouldn't have made it this far without all of you."

Matt and Gevanni both wore grins on their faces.

"Alright then, I have to go and assist Near. Matt, are you okay taking care of (f/n) yourself?" Gevanni asked.

"It's fine. You can go ahead."

Gevanni left the car with a wave and proceeded towards the warehouse. You and Matt both waved back. With warm, comforting arms, Matt held you coaching you to breathe slowly and relax. His cool goggles pressed against the curve of  your neck and you were swathed in his striped, cotton shirt. It seemed like time has froze and the two of you were stuck in this warm embrace forever. Well, you wished it was like that. Matt eventually pulled away, shattering the perfectly still illusion.

"I have some work to do." Said Matt

"I suggest you observe the other members from here to know which part of the plan you fit in."

You nodded. Matt resumed his surveillance duty. He had brought his laptops into the car. He was closely watching the "criminals". You spent most of the time watching the others from a distance and paid close attention to Halle, as she's your backup.

You heard a gasp escape from Matt's mouth. You glance over at the laptop screens. A silhouette of Roger in a dimly-lit room appeared on the screen. He was handcuffed to a chair and was being beaten with baseball bats. His fingernails were being ripped off one at a time with pliers. Still, he remained silent, not even a single tortured scream escaped from his throat. Roger was as persistent as ever. You were glad that you were only being shown his silhouette, who knows how bloody Roger's actual self-looked. Unfortunately, there wasn't any audio included in the footage. You were watching the whole scene unfold with your pale hand clamped against your mouth.

"(f/n), did you see that?" Matt asked.

You slowly nodded in shock, unable to process it all.

"Roger's being held in the basement. I saw the members making their way down the stairs. But I can't read lips. I have no idea what they're saying." Said Matt.

He noted the details down onto his notebook. You felt an arm wrapping around your shoulders.

"At least Roger's alive. We'll save him, right? We shouldn't underestimate the FBI and the CIA." Matt reassured you.

"Yeah. At least he's alive. That's all that matters." You agreed.

After watching the agents for some more, you grew tired of sitting in Matt's car.

"I think I'm ready to join Near and the others." You told Matt.

"Alright then. I'll keep an eye out for you."

You left the car and trekked to the warehouse. It casted an eerie, looming shadow that shunned you from the bright, sunny afternoon. With all your force, you flung open the heavy, metal doors. They scraped the ground with a sickening sound. Near, and the other agents turned their heads towards you as you entered the warehouse.

"I'm glad you're ready to join us, (f/n)." Near coolly spoke.

He surely didn't sound glad. Well, Near will always remain cold and emotionless.

"We'll go over your part. Also, we have our disguises ready, you might want to try on yours." Said Halle.

"So this is just like practicing for a play, or act, right?" You queried.

"Yes, if you put it that way." Near spoke while he's stacking an elaborate castle of dice.

Halle led you to the portable washroom at the back and handed you your secretary uniform: A white blouse, a black cardigan, black heels and a ridiculously short skirt.

You sighed and quickly put on your costume, struggling with the tight skirt. The last time you wore a skirt/dress was at L and Watari's funeral. That was years ago.

You reluctantly left the cramped stall only to see Near smirking, like the bitch he is.

"Any concerns on your costume?" He (purposely) asked. 

"Yeah, one concern: why the fuck is the skirt so short and tight? Whoever came up with this outfit is a pervert."

"I think the real concern is your ridiculous heels." Mello commented.

Mello was right. The heels made you look taller than you already are. You were literally towering over most of the guys present. But you wouldn't want to admit that in front of Mello right?

"Well, thanks a lot, Mells. Like I haven't realized that already." You spoke in your best attempt of sarcasm.

"Anyway, let's just get on with the plan." Halle spoke with a hint of irritation.

For the rest of the day, you worked hard to execute the "plan" to near perfection. Near wasn't the most easy-going person and there was always something for him to criticize. Mello's aura of pissed-off-ness was growing rapidly. Your patience was wearing off. 

"I've spent the whole day trying to get along with you, and this is how you treat us!? You're manipulating us like your fucking puzzle pieces!" Mello yelled between gritted teeth.

He lunged forward, ready to tear Near up into itty-bitty puzzle pieces. Halle, Gevanni and you rushed towards Mello and held him back with all your strength (well, Gevanni sort of manhandled him to the floor). It's not pretty to see fire and ice colliding.

 "Fine, we'll practice one last time, without any mistakes, then we'll call it a day." Said Near.

Mello unclenched his fists and the agents (including you) released him. The team assembled into position, ready to perform the act one last time.