THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC, AND I'M HOPING TO FINISH THIS(UNLIKE MANY OF MY PAST PROYECTS), IF THERE IS SOMETHING YOU'D LIKE TO ASK, OR CORRECT IN THIS STORY PLEASE REVIEW.

A LITTLE ON THE OC NAOMI WINTER. SHE LIVED IN THE ORPHANAGE AS L DURING THEIR CHILDHOOD, I'M NOT VERY FAMILIAR WITH ALL THE DETAILS IN L'S LIFE, THEREFORE I MADE THEM STAY THROUGHOUT THEIR TEENS UNTIL THEY TURNED 18.

THIS OC WASN'T AS WELL THOUGHT AS SOME I'VE DONE BEFORE, BUT I THINK IT'LL WORK. HER POSITION IN L'S TEAM IS THAT OF AN APPRENTICE (DETECTIVE OR INVESTIGATOR), BUT OFTEN WILL BE GIVEN DIFFERENT JOBS DUE TO HER STRENGTH, ON-FIELD SKILLS, AND SNACK PREPARING ABILITIES --'.

Chapter 1: 5 Shots

Naomi stood against the door frame, arms crossed, watching her teammates play a drinking game during their free time. She had short dark hair, and dark-green eyes attentive through half-open lids. A sudden outburst of laughter startled her and she repositioned herself against the wall.

"Come on Win-san, try to beat us." shouted Miller from the opposite side of the room.

She didn't dare, because she knew what would happen if she had a drink in that state. Naomi shook her head lazily and yawned stretching her arms.

"I dare you to win against me Win-san!" said Miller scratching his black hair and laughing a bit. She looked at him groggily and pondered his request.

"What will I get out of this?" She questioned rubbing her chin with a white, smooth hand.

"I will not interrupt you or eavesdrop when you are speaking with L-san…More than that…I will empty this whole floor for you." Her eyes blazed up, and she thought maliciously how damn lucky she had been at drinking games. No one had ever seen L-san, except her and Watari. Nevertheless it had been years since she had last seen his face, and being around people, who L-san, barely took as trustworthy, was not making her task easier.

"We know how badly you want to meet L-san." said Walters raising his blonde eyebrows. Everyone laughed at this, but they had no idea.

"Alright, then, but I don't know how to play poker."

"ok then…make it eashy..play 'Go Fis..'." Jake said cracking up before finishing his sentence, he was clearly drunk, "Ah…but for every thime you get it woong, you will take up a shot of shequila."

Her eyebrow twitched and she agreed, receiving seven cards, since only Miller and her were playing.

"You will not be able to forfeit, if you do, it will be assumed as a loss and you'll drink 5 shots." He added smiling provokingly.

Her eyes widened, she couldn't believe it, 3 aces, 3 sevens and a five were perfectly spread on her left hand. Winter-san smiled shamelessly as she watched how Miller lowered his head in defeat.

"Do you have a 9?" he asked.

"Go Fis…!" She started to say, but was interrupted by a speaker in the room.

"Winter-san, would you mind bringing me a cup of coffee?" The speaker was turned off and she looked up unable to believe what had just happened.

"Well?" Asked Miller, as he started to snicker, "What will you do?"

Naomi threw her cards on the floor and stood up heading towards the door.

"Waish a shecond…you'rh foregetting somefhing…thish wahs taken ash a loss!!! Beforeee you leavfe take your penalthy Young Lady…" Jake spoke almost unconscious.

She grabbed the shots each and drank them all at once, felling the warm sensation inside her mouth, then her throat and then her chest. Everyone applauded as she left the room.

"Lisshen too Yer Hert, WhEn Hesh callin' For yooo, Lisshen to your heeeart, theresh nothing Elsh you can doooo!!!" she could hear the young drunken cops sing across the walls.

She poured a cup of plain, black coffee, added a certain amount of sugar, tasting it several times, she decided it was perfectly sweet for him and placed it on a tray along with sugar cookies, which she carefully positioned around the cup.

As she headed to L-san's personal room, she felt a strange presence in the room. Pausing in front of his ajar door, Naomi took a quick step back knowing there was someone following her.

She slammed against a something that held the tray before her from behind, pressing its arms against her waist.

"Winter-san…" She clearly heard L-san's calm voice. Naomi froze on the spot and her heart skipped.

"Sir..." She murmured.

"Winter-san…" He continued calmly, "…you're stepping on my foot."

She maneuvered the tray and flipped as far away from him as possible, and lowering her head until she couldn't catch a glimpse of his feet.

"You weren't coming, so I became worried…did you burn yourself or something of the sort?" He asked scratching his head.

"I just did…" She said embarrassedly referring to her previous mistake, "I'm sorry Sir, that I stepped on you."

"Don't worry. I knew it would eventually happen if I kept sneaking up on people." She heard his voice, not daring to look up. Asking herself how he might look like after all those years. She might not even recognize him, but his voice was the only thing that reassured her he was the same boy she had met a long time ago.

"Don't do that." He said, "Don't lower yourself before me."

She raised her head, expecting to finally see the real L…

To her surprise he was wearing an ugly Halloween mask over his face, it seemed like his skin was rotting and peeling off the bone, and wore something that looked like crappy, brown overalls that managed to cover his entire body.

"Don't worry, It's just a mask." He said staring at her through the openings in the mask.

She gazed at him for a few seconds Naomi felt dazed by the person before her…She suddenly burst in laughter, that kind of laughter that is so strong you can't help but snort and snort.

L hadn't yet heard another laugh similar to hers, only in vague memories that time seemed to have helped him forget.

"Winter-San, would you come with me?" he said calmly, and she immediately stopped laughing, changing to a nervous stance, and following him into his chamber holding the silver tray.

Everything was pitch-black, by the exception of a few computer monitors and television screens. There was no furniture whatsoever adorning the dark room, only a large white mattress lied on the ground, and the walls were giants book shelters. He sat on the rugged floor in an oddly manner, that she found strangely appealing, while he pushed his hand inside the mask.

"Winter-san, is there anything you wish to tell me before I check your profile?"

"Sir, I think you were smart enough to check my profile the moment I applied to this team, which, if I'm not mistaken was about two years ago, you were indeed very hard to please." answered Naomi drily, "The real question is, 'What do you want to know about me', Sir."

"I have your whole life here, from how many boyfriends/lovers you've had, none. Your grades, perfect. No history of violence, addictions, law infringements, nothing. What called my attention is that you are an orphan, at no other than Whammy's Orphanage, and no more than two years younger than me.

Is there a reason why I don't recall ever meeting you in a hallway?" He said slowly facing her.

Naomi had started to hand the cup to him, when suddenly started to feel the weight of her tiredness and the repercussion of the shots she had taken a few minutes earlier.

"Sir? I think…I'm going to faint." She said placing a hand on her head to keep it from spinning, and dropped the tray, everything falling in a soft shatter due to the rugged floor.

She could barely make out the blurry figure before her, and he started to remove his mask, a pair of dark and penetrating eyes met hers, it was, indeed him.