The next morning was a rough start for everyone. It was a rainy day out, causing everyone to remain lethargic. The tension between L and Light was so thick, other members of the team could sense something was up. Light could feel Ryuk's eyes watching him. He even questioned him to make sure he was ok. They both kept the chain at maximum length away from each other. The strain on their wrists was starting to rub the skin raw.

Light massaged the skin gently, which L caught out of the corner of his eye. The grimace of pain he witnessed on Light's face made him want to caress him.

"Are you ok? L dared to ask.

"Sore." Mumbled Light.

L reached over and gently took Light's hand in his. Light looked into L's eyes and found himself blushing. L stuck his thumb under the shackle and rubbed the sore skin. He noticed Light's blush deepen. Light felt all his muscles relax, and he wanted to melt into L's arms. Where were these feelings coming from? He thought to himself. He pulled his hand back.

"Thanks…" Light trailed off.

"Hmmm." L replied.

Light could feel his skin tingle.

They went back to work, both typing away. This was their relationship now. Light wasn't sure how much L suspected him of being Kira anymore. Light hadn't slipped up, so very little to no evidence was there. Another of many things they had in common - they were both careful.

L replayed the events of the previous night over and over in his head. He was analyzing them, trying to figure out how he felt about it all. More importantly, how he felt about Light. He didn't know what he wanted. There was such a high chance of Light being Kira. But on the other hand, he couldn't get him out of his head. Even his body seemed to gravitate towards Light.

On the other side of the couch, Light was thinking the exact same thing. He wants me in jail! Light argued with himself. But all the signs are there… He was so conflicted. He didn't know whether to kill L, kiss him, or punch him.

"God damnit!" Light screamed, and slammed his fists into the table. He always was -the one to lose his temper first.

Every agent in the room quickly evacuated.

"What are you doing to me, L? Light asked, voice strained.

The setting sun shone through the big hotel windows and the light played across L's surprised face.

"What AM I doing to you?" L asked as he gripped the couch arm rest.

"Please. Fucking. Tell. Me." He annunciated every word, as Light drew closer to L.

L's silvery, tired eyes grew wide.

"I d-don't know!" He cried. "You have my mind, and body all confused. You fill my thoughts. Everything about you. Your face, from the time you wake up from the time you fall asleep. The sound of your voice, to the way you smell. I don't know whether to try to love you, or have you put in jail!" L finished, panting.

Light sat down next to him, and could feel their legs touching. He was in disbelief. He was right? L was attracted to him? He didn't know whether to be surprised or happy. His mouth hung open, and L brought his face closer to Light's.

"I don't know how to do this…" L stated slowly.