The detective smiled.

Y/n L/n

The true name being the alias. The name behind the crimes. The name that had been running through his head since he first heard it.

She struck again the night before. Hitting another jewelry store and was able to run away with one hundred thousand.

Y/n targeted one that recently added security guards, allegedly knocking them out with chloroform. It was easy to knock one out though it seems like a hard and risky thing to do.

All you needed was a plan, you didn't need strength.

And because she knew that she was almost unstoppable.

L's personal cell rung, echoing throughout the almost empty hotel room.

He answered the phone, holding the top of the phone with his pointer and thumb. His other hand flipped through a couple pages and images of Y/n.

"Yes?"

"Detective!" The voice beamed. He stopped immediately and froze in place, "How are you?"

He cleared his throat after some silence and after composing himself, "I'm fine." L couldn't help but wonder how the girl even got his personal number.

"I mean it's been a while. I miss you."

"Should I stay back for my next robbery? We could talk and enjoy some scones. Whaddya say?" She added, "Just don't arrest me though."

L hummed, "Can't make any promises."

"Tell me, L." Y/n said before, her voice was sweet and alluring, "Were you thinking about me before I called?"

The detective was taken back by the question. A bold one she was, and strange part was he liked it.

"You never leave my mind." He answered bluntly but truthfully, his monotone also being sweet and smooth.

For some reason his voice was calming, Y/n found herself craving hearing it.

"Gotta say. I'm flattered." Y/n cooed over the phone, "You always work on Christmas Eve detective?"

"I'm not working." He said sternly and immediately after she asked the question.

The last thing he needed was this girl to make a fool out of himself again.

Him being alone was a touchy subject, he didn't put himself out there.

Friends and significant others were a distraction to him and honestly, he'd find himself thinking otherwise sometimes.

"Hm. You know what I think?" Y/n asked, "I think you're alone right now, somewhere doing work as you do on a normal day."

"Why don't you come keep me company then?"

Y/n laughed at his response but then she paused, "I'm at Sundro's hotel, room one-one-two. I leave in the morning."

The detective huffed a bit and shook his head, he stood to his feet and walked to the window, his feet dragging across the cream coloured carpet to look at the city.

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" The detective said, "Send over fifty cops to that address on Christmas eve and make a fool of me again."

The girl knew he was referred to the time they met, and she escaped, "I'm sorry about that but I just wanna talk."

"Let me ask you something." The detective said while still looking out the window, looking at the city lights, he always loved that. L always found it pretty, "Why are you calling?"

It was silent over the line. He knew he had gotten her with that question.

"Is it because, perhaps." he paused with a small smile on his face, "You're lonely too, Y/n?"

The call immediately cut, Y/n breathing shuddered as she clenched her teeth.

Then it occurred to her.

Her name.

L knew her name and the worse part there was only one person who could have told him.

Grabbing her coat, she exited room 112 of the Sundro hotel and headed to St. Mary's.

She thought about nothing the entire walk there, blurring out her surroundings and sounds.

Speed walking along the street and subconsciously dodging people as she did so.

Once she reached the familiar alleyway, she pulled the door opened and there she saw the brunet.

He was behind the counter drinking a beer. She approached him and sat on the stool, immediately gaining his attention.

The suspense and tension were strong and suffocating.

"You told a detective my name?" She asked, avoiding eye contact, "I've known you since we were five and you sell me out, Kenjii?"

Kenny scoffed then laughed at the audacity, "I didn't fucking sell you out. How can you even accuse me of something like that?"

"So how the fuck does the detective know my name?" She seethe at the male, grabbing the courage to look at him.

"That was before I knew you were a wanted fucking criminal. Like what the fuck, Y/n?" Kenjii scoffed, folding his arms, "And you didn't tell me anything."

"This is nothing like you, Y/n. You were supposed to be the clean one. How and why did this even happen?"

"I don't know if you realize but things change. I live in a corrupted surrounding with mercenaries and thieves," Y/n said, "What did you expect to happen?"

Before either of them could continue, commotion started behind her. A fight was happening near the pool tables, making Kenjii sigh.

Kenjii then groaned, "Don't break the fucking stools, do you hear?!" He yelled at them, "It's new!"

Y/n rolled her eyes and stood, looking to head out. She had enough and she was tired.

"Where you are going, huh?!" He asked the girl who was heading for the door, "A jewelry store or Museum?!"

Y/n was out of sight and his grip on the bottle tightened.

In frustration he threw it to the wall, it breaking into thousands of small pieces.

He promised himself that he'd always protect her, keep her from bad influences of where they lived and help her become something.

And he fucking failed.