Was it distress he was feeling?

Maybe it was fear or anxiety.

L scoffed at the thought. A brilliant man, a man of justice doesn't feel these things. He was too superior.

So why was he?

He had this overwhelming feeling of being betrayed by the ghost.

A criminal.

But maybe part of him didn't see her a criminal, maybe he saw her as a person

A girl.

Whilst looking out the window, looking down at the people bustling up and down the street, he thought that any of these idiots couldn't have gotten his attention.

Yet Y/n did.

Detective Lawliet steadied his breathing as he waited on a phone call.

A phone call that would tell him if he'd been tricked or not. If he'd now be seen as a fool in the eyes of the public.

A fool who trusted the words of a thief.

He then looked at the full moon. He wondered if she was looking at it too.

The awaited phone call from the chief of the US police yanked him from the depths of his mind.

L took the phone out of the back pocket of his old baggy jeans and answered.

"Yes?"

"Detective L Lawliet." The chief greeted, "You won't believe what I'm seeing right now."

His heart sank a bit. His harsh and heavy tone of voice suggested towards a bad situation, but L also knew that was how he spoke naturally.

"What are you seeing?"

There was silence and rustling, the shouts of men were inaudible in the background and there was even a beeping of a truck, signaling that the vehicle was reversing

The detective squinted his dark eyes at the wall, waiting for his response.

"I'm looking at seven point four million dollars, L."

The male jerked his head back a bit and his hand were tucked into his pockets as he now furrowed his brows

"Pardon?" There was a slight question prominent in the monotone of the man

"The coordinates led to a couple warehouses, in it is 7.9 million dollars." Chief explained, "I can't believe it."

"You're actually seeing the money?" The ravenette asked for clarification.

"Yes. We'll send visual confirmation."

With that, the call cut.

She gave the money...back?

L sighed and rubbed his temple. He headed to the kitchen to pour himself another cup of coffee.

One thing that didn't really leave his mind was the fact that Y/n was genuine.

He trusted her and for once, he didn't regret it.

One question he had, however.

"How the hell did she cash out all that money?"

When he was in his thoughts, he didn't even realize he finished his coffee when he took a next sip, awaiting the liquid that never came.

He looked into the mug and grunted as he placed it down on the counter.

Oh, how sometimes he hated being alone.

Lawliet's life has always been painted in black and white.

His routine, his job, his look, his personality was just all so boring. It was the same thing over and over.

He never really lived.

Would he change it? No, not really. Would he add to it? Then maybe.

His cell rung and he quickly answered it thinking it was the chief once more with some sort of lead.

"Detective!"

A small smile etched onto his face as she continued, "Merry Christmas Eve! Don't tell me you're working."

L could almost hear the pout over the phone.

"I was drinking coffee."

Y/n giggled over the line and struggled to speak as she commented on his dry response, "No wonder you're so energetic."

"When last did you sleep, detective?" The female asked genuinely.

"Two days ago."

L heard her wince then click her tongue, "We both know that won't do. Get some sleep before I come over there myself."

"Yeah?" The detective coaxed

Y/n cleared her throat on her end and spoke, "Y-Yeah."

What he didn't even know was that she was flustered with the way he spoke.

"I see you returned the money."

Y/n groaned and then huffed, "Into business already? Not interested in what I did today? Or what I ate?"

"How was your day? Steal anything today?"

"Hey, that rhymed." The girl laughed once again as she pointed it out.

She composed herself, "I know you don't care so to answer your original question, I-"

"No." The detective interrupted as he grabbed the mug off the table and placed it in the sink, "How was your day?"

"Heh?" The girl questioned with pure confusion, "I was kidding you know?"

"I'm not."

Y/n's brows shot up and became flustered again which he did take notice of this time. He found it...cute

"Um, well I walked around the...um, the neighborhood and I saw a pretty cute puppy."

She then laughed to herself, "Then I bought a fish."

L's small smile grew a bit, "What's his name?"

"I named him 'detective'."

L didn't know that his face was red as hell with the small gesture, though the heat radiating off his cheeks would be a dead giveaway.

"How was your day, detective?"

L hummed and thought, "I worked."

There was silence before rustling was head then was blessed with her voice, "Trying to find me?"

"Not at the moment. You worried me when you were dormant." He stated bluntly.

"R-Really? Why's that?"

L shrugged though she couldn't see, "I thought something happened to you."

"I was thinking about stopping. For a while I did but then that person came and outdid me." He could practically hear the scowl from the female, "I only did what I did to prove a point."

"Which leads me to my next question." L said. Y/n smiled upon hearing his voice, she just couldn't get enough of it. She just wanted him to talk all the time

"How did you cash out the money?" He asked, "There's no way a bank would do that. It was transferred to one account, and you couldn't have transferred it to other accounts without the help of business or the bank."

"I doubt you asked for help." The detective mumbled.

"You're right." Y/n agreed, "I didn't get help."

"So how did you do it?"

"It's getting late." Y/n sidetracked, "Get some sleep, L."

"But-"

"Please." Y/n paused for a second before continuing, "Good night detective."

Before the ravenette could say another word, she hung up.

"Good night." He merely said with a sigh.

L brought the phone down from his ear and threw it on the couch.

He stood, rubbing his right foot against his left whilst staring at the floor.

The detective rubbed his eyes and crouched on the couch and put the TV on for background noise.

The light flickered on his face as he closed his eyes. It took a while but for the first time in days he was able to fall asleep the fastest he'd ever had.