Light straightened, frowning evidently. "I wasn't mad at you," he denied. When she didn't respond, he continued, "Of course I hate for you to be involved with L anymore than absolutely necessary, but I wasn't mad about it. I understand that you're just looking out for me."

Momentarily pausing in her typing to give him a side-eyed glance, she smiled slightly. "I'm glad that you're aware of that," she stated, ruffling his hair fondly. "You should go home, though. Don't forget that you're still a student with a proper sleep schedule requirement."

"That's rich coming from the one who's supposed to be recuperating from a traumatic experience," he argued with a snort, but stood up all the same. "Don't stay too late."

"I'll try not to." (Y/n) nodded in goodbye, not looking up to see him go.

It was another hour and a half before she was finally done eliminating names from the list, and she stretched to relieve her stiff muscles. Toying with the flash-drive in her hand, she crossed the room over to where L was sat in front of his many computers, staring intently at the screens.

He turned as he heard her approaching, blinking. "I see you're done," he observed, and she nodded, handing the compact storage device over to him.

"I've included background information, medical history, internet history and current employment of the fourteen suspects. Feel free to cross-check as you please," she informed. "I'll be leaving for now."

"Thank you, (Y/n)," he muttered, almost as an afterthought.

She paused, glancing at him over her shoulder before nodding. "No problem. Let me know if there's anything else you need me to do."

That said, (Y/n) was done with the Kira investigation for the day, and now, it was her work from the FBI that was calling to her even as she bid goodbye to the rest of the Task Force and exited the hotel to catch a taxi. Once again, (Y/n) was reminded of the fact that she had to see how much she could get out of Ryuk about the Death Note.

Exhaustion took over the young profiler's body, and she slumped, leaning her head back against the seat as the street lights passed by.

So much to do. So much to hide.