In the robberies leading up to this one, Y/n decided to toy with Mr. Detective.

She left the jack of whatever suit she had placed at the scene with the words 'Too slow', 'You almost got me' or 'Try harder detective'

It was so fun because her favourite part was lurking behind and seeing the police's reaction to it.

She had no idea what L looked like. His face wasn't on the internet, nor did people describe him as it was requested by L that they kept their mouth shut.

He wasn't afraid to show his face, he just wasn't going to do it when it wasn't needed.

She was hoping that the detective would appear at the scene as well to get a firsthand look but that hadn't happened yet.

He was still lurking behind the screens.

Eventually Y/n was bound to make an error.

And that's what exactly happened.

One thing Y/n hadn't encountered was silent trigger alarms.

The only way you can avoid that is by shutting the entire system down. It hadn't occurred to the girl to do that as she didn't think this particular museum had it.

She had spent weeks looking at the layout and placement of cameras and security but cursed herself for not digging deeper into their purchases for security items.

The only way you can know that a place had silent trigger alarms was when you'd hear the siren of cop cars.

Y/n's heart sank to the bottom and pounded as if it was trying to get out of confinement when she heard the sirens and she wasn't close to being finished with the robbery.

She quickly took the rest of artifacts from the glass display cases and shut the briefcase closed with a loud snap.

The girl sprinted towards the entrance double doors and unlocked it as a part of her escape plan.

She ran to the bathroom and closed the lid on the toilet to step on it then popped a vent open, hurrying also to put it back into place after she had entered.

Whilst in she wiggled her through the vents and grunted as this was the smallest vent she'd ever crawled through.

Once reaching to the roof, she slipped her clothes off to put of a dress as it was the easiest thing to put on.

She burnt her entire bag and left the briefcase on the roof as she couldn't carry it with her.

Police are kind of stupid but they're snoopy as hell so the first thing they'll do is sniff around in her briefcase if they were to ever see her.

The h/c haired girl climbed down the fire escape and as soon as she ran towards the front of the building, police arrived and got out of their cars.

Y/n took a deep breath and frowned as she paced towards them before they could even tell her anything or suspect her.

"Where the hell have you been?!" She yelled at the officers.

"Pardon?" One of the men asked.

"My museum has just been robbed and you guys just love taking your merry time!" The girl folded her arms as she looked at the men.

The officers looked at each other, "Our apologies ma'am." one of them nodded.

Y/n whipped out a bunch of keys and walked to the door and pushed one in.

It was able to fit halfway, her body blocked the lingering eyes from behind her from seeing so.

She pretended to twist the key and pull it out and opened the door.

To everyone it looked like she had opened the door when in reality it was opened from earlier when she was inside.

They started pouring into the building when someone behind her cleared her throat.

She turned around quickly in surprise and looked up to meet the eyes of a pale, skinny man.

He had messy black hair that desperately needed trimming, a white oversized sweater and baggy blue jeans.

The male's hands were tucked slightly in his pockets as he tilted his head.

"My apologies miss but." The male spoke, his voice was smooth and calming, not to mention very monotone, "A male made the call to the police."

"Yes. My husband." She lied, "Who should be here but no." Y/n complained as she rolled her eyes.

"Something's are just more important, I guess." She sighed and shook her head, "Who are you anyway?"

"Detective L Lawliet at your services." He spoke, eyes not leaving her face and he stood there like a statue.

Y/n refused to let out any sort of reaction

The L Lawliet? The man trying to catch me? The so called brilliant man? He's oddly cute.

"I've heard a lot about you sir." She gave a warm smile as she tiled her head sweetly, "I hope you can catch the bastard who did this, yeah?"

"Of course, ma'am." The detective nodded then placed a thumb on his lip, "How did you get here?"

Shit

"Cab. I refuse to drive." Y/n said strongly and confidently, internally giving herself a pat on the back for coming up with a good lie on the spot.

"May I see your keys?" The detective asked politely, not moving an inch.

Double shit

"But of course, detective." Y/n smiled as she plopped the keys in his palm, "Give the keys to my husband when he arrives which should be any minute now. I'm afraid I must go."

"Leaving so soon?" The male questioned

"I'm afraid so. I have some paperwork to hand in by morning if I don't do it, they'll kill me." She slightly shrugged.

Y/n knew he wasn't a fool. Leaving after giving him the keys? It was like asking to be arrested.

Y/n phone rang, grabbing the two's attention.

It was Kenjii.

Y/n answered with a greeting which Kenjii responded to.

"I hear you, Janice. Tell the others take the weekend off, I'll do it." Y/n lied.

"Huh?" Kenjii questioned over the line, "What are you-?"

"Yes Janice, it's okay. They deserve the break anyway." Y/n rolled her eyes as she nodded, "I'll talk to you soon."

With that she hung up and wanted to hug the shit out of Kenny for calling at the most perfect timing.

She was just the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.

With her attention back on the detective, she heaved a heavy sigh, "I should probably start heading out. Maybe after this you can take a nap."

She referred to the prominently dark spot under his eye, indicating he got little to no sleep.

"Is The Ghost on your mind that much?" The female teased with a sweet smile on her face.

The man hummed, "Sometimes she's all I think about."

"I'm sure she thinks about you a lot too. You being after her and all." Said Y/n, "She must be shivering in her timbers, huh?"

Y/n stepped a little closer. Though it wasn't clear on his face, L suddenly felt a little nervous with the closeness. The girl raised her hand a bit to brush a stray eyelash on his cheek.

She did it with such care like he'd break if she wasn't gentle.

With a light laugh, Y/n shook her head and waved herself off, "Tell my husband I'll see him at home." She gave the detective a wave before walking away in which he looked at her do so.

"Oh, and detective?" Y/n called over her shoulder, "Good luck on catching that bastard."

Y/n smiled again before going down the sidewalk and mumbled to herself, "You're gonna need it."

The detective found the girl quite interesting. She was loud, confident, feisty. He found it hard believe she was married.

Not because the female was not worthy of it, she seemed like the type to not care. A type of girl who couldn't be tied down, yet she seemed normal.

L wasn't the type to care about one's looks but he found her very attractive, even more when she smiled at him.

Just the owner's wife, right? A seemingly busy woman.

He snapped out of his thoughts when an officer approached him.

"Sir, we found a burnt bag together with the artifacts on the roof."

This puzzled the detective.

Did The Ghost not carry it with her? Why? To not be caught with it perhaps? Was she in a rush?

Again, the male was snapped out of his thoughts when a car door was harshly slammed closed. His dark piercing eyes turned to the direction.

A male who was maybe in his late fifties came out a clean black Mercedes and rushed over to the slouching detective.

"Did you catch the person who did this?"

"I'm afraid not." The detective mumbled whilst biting on his thumbnail, "As I told your wife-"

"Wife?" The older male questioned with a confused look at the detective as if he was speaking another language, "I don't have a wife, I'm not married."

"Sir." The same officer from earlier approached the detective and both the older man and L looked towards the officer, "We found this in one of the glass display cases."

The officer stretched his arm out and in his hands was a jack of clubs with the words

'So close yet so far. Keep trying, detective! From: Ms. Ghost'

Subconsciously his grip tightened on the card as he had come to a conclusion.

The detective had just realized that he had just met the notorious thief, and not only did he let her get away.

He fell for her trickery