You dash out of the building, wanting to break the news to Matt and Mello. You hurried to your motorcycle, and rode on, into the orange and pink twilight.

You stormed into the room, just as Mello was about to open the door.

"MATT, YOU CANNOT BELIEVE THIS!" You both shouted in unison.

You both stared at each other.

"You can go first, Mello."

"ROGER RUVIE HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED AND HELD HOSTAGE!" Mello shouted.

"I'm working on the same case as Mello's!"

Matt stared at the two of you in disbelief.

"Roger, from Wammy's house!?"

You nodded.

"I-I can't believe it!" He uttered in disbelief.

His face was blank, trying to process all the information.

"But, why, how?" He asked.

"Well, he was kidnapped and held hostage for something of L's that he hid." You explained.

"Oh, okay." Matt has finally let the information sink in.

"I wonder, what that was it that Roger has kept hidden?" Mello wondered aloud.

"Beats me." You answered.

"Anyway, I ordered pizza for you guys. We can talk about the case after dinner." Said Matt.

You walked into the kitchen. A box of extra-large Hawaiian pizza lay in the center of the table.

"Yes, Pizza Nova is the BOMB.com!" You inwardly cheered.

You quickly grab three white porcelain plates, and set them on the table. Matt and Mello followed you into the kitchen, and sat in their usual seats. You opened the box, sending wisps of warm steam up to the ceiling. The scent of tomato sauce encased the whole room. Mello held a bottle of chocolate syrup, and (almost) squirted chocolate sauce onto the pizza. Thankfully, Matt stopped him, pulling him back to his seat.

"It tastes better with chocolate." Mello frowned.

"It really doesn't, choco-addict." You said.

"Whatever."

You pile five pizza slices onto my plate, and devoured them all, the cheesiness, and the flavorful taste of tomato sauce danced on your taste palate. You slump back on your chair with a full belly. You glance over at Mello, and see him squeeze chocolate syrup onto a distorted stack of pizzas, like pouring thick syrup onto a stack of pancakes.

"How can he even eat this disgusting Choco-pizza shit?" You wonder.

You glance at Matt who seems to be more interested in playing "Legend of Zelda" on his DS than the pizza.
"At this rate, Matt's going to starve himself." You inwardly thought.

You can't handle the sight of the neglected pizza slices, lying on Matt's plate any longer, so you pried the DS out of his fingers.

"NOOOO!" He wailed.

"I DIDN'T SAVE THE GAME!"

You picked up an abandoned pizza slice and held it up to his mouth. Matt snatched the slice away from your hands, and reluctantly ate the pizza slice, grumbling to himself. Note to complete strangers: don't interrupt Matt when he's gaming.  Later, after all of you have finished your meals, the three of you were piled on the living room couch, having a discussion on the case.

"Do you guys want me to help you with the surveillance again?" Matt offered.

"Maybe, will let you know when we need you." Mello replied, taking a bite out of his Hershey's bar.

"I'm guessing that a bunch of greedy anthologists kidnapped Rodger to sell his work off for a huge sum." You imply.

"Yeah, our investigation team has already figured it out." Said Mello.

"Aww, how come the FBI's always ahead of us?" Of course, you were asking a rhetorical question.

Mello shrugs.

"Anyway, I'll have to inform my investigation team about this tomorrow." You say. 

Matt was listening intently to what you guys were saying. He hasn't paid this much attention to any of your cases before. Maybe it was the fact that Rodger was being kidnapped was keeping him alert. Surely, Rodger was bitter to all the kids at Wammy's house (except for Near), but you don't want to lose your only guardian left in this world.

"If it's something of L's that's possibly just as valuable as his stories, then I should go and find it. It might just bring us together and treat my panic attacks once again. I need to at least find it, and I'll try as hard as I can."  You wonder, and clench your fists in determination.

"We should leave the discussion tomorrow, it's getting late, and you need to get some sleep, (f/n)." Matt cupped your chin.

"I know." You groan, uneager to meet your worst nightmares.

Mello heaved a sigh. "Anyway, I call first dibs on the bathroom!" He declared.

He plodded to the bathroom.

"Sweet dreams, (f/n)." Matt planted a soft kiss on your lips.

The kiss is warm and sweet, but short. You instantly relax, your anxious thoughts disappear at once.

"Hopefully." You utter and pull away.

You tiredly head into your room and change into your (f/c) bedclothes.

After Mello finished his hour-long shower (that seems to sap out all the warm water), it as your turn to recollect your thoughts under the shower-head.  The cool water flows onto your skin (refreshing). You gently breathe in and out, trying to relax and unwind, trying not to possibly slip and collapse in the shower where no one can really help you. Thoughts ebb and flow inside your head at a pleasantly slow pace. You begin to lose track of time and enter a dream-like state.

"Hey, (f/n)! Are you okay in there! You've been inside the shower for over an hour!" Matt shouted, plunging you back into reality.

"Yeah, I'm almost done!" You reply.

You turn off the shower, and wrap your soapy, withered self in a fluffy (f/c) towel. You quickly dry yourself up and change back into your bedclothes and head to the bedroom. You flop onto the bed, and painfully land on Matt's DS charger he left lying on the bed. You groan and throw it onto the bedside table. You roll back over, and find one of Matt's striped shirt piled on the ground beside you.

"Mail Jeevas" The blocky letters seemed to be written on the shirt with a sharpie.

"Wow, he still has it lying around for all this time." You pick it up and examine the huge tear among the hem.

The shirt seems to stir up some memories.

(Flashback)

It was a hectic morning (well, you woke up late.) and you were in a hurry to head over to the SPK and help Near and Mello with the Kira case. Of course, you and Mello weren't happy with teaming up with Near, but you owe him one for saving both Matt and Mello's lives. Thank God, he decided to send some of his agents to ward off the pissed-off Kira worshippers and to arrest Takada (the empty-headed bitch).

The last thing you wanted to see was Matt proudly standing, blocking the doorway wearing his usual striped shirt, with huge, blocky letters that read:

"Mail Jeevas"

Which is Matt's real name.

"Are you retarded, Matt? Do you want to die!?" You yelled.

"Well, if you don't like this shirt, then take it off." He simply stated.

"Wait, what?" You were at a loss of words.

You ripped off his shirt without much thought, exposing his upper-half. He seems to be well-built for a guy who sits around eating junk-food all day. Well, you did recall seeing a monthly gym pass lying around some time ago.

"I also wrote our address on my pants!"

You let out an exasperated sigh.

"Look Matt, I don't have the time for this!"

You shoved the torn shirt back into his hands, pushed him aside and stormed out the front door.

"Looks like someone's on her period today." Matt thought, gawking at your furious sight.

(End of Flashback)