Hey! I wrote this a while ago (like months ago) and posted it but wasn't happy with it so I've rewritten some bits to the point that I'm moderately happy with it. Hope you guys like it, fell free to hate it though, I don't mind. I might try to post the second chapter tomorrow. I have it finished, just got to spell check it, oh how I hate that.

Guess I should say that I don't own deathnote.

Chapter 1

Jenny liked to consider herself a normal human being, well normal by her standards. She had grown up in an orphanage in Winchester, England for most of her life. The first six years of her life we spent in an orphanage packed with children in Northampton until she was discovered by one Quillish Wammy. Jenny did not consider it to be unlucky that she had no parents, all she had known was the orphanage and she had been happy there although occasionally she pondered whether or not it was just ignorance of her own unhappiness but she tended to shrug these thoughts off. In her twenty four years on the planet Jenny had never known why she was an orphan, she had never had any great urge to find out who her parents were and what happened to them she just shoved it to the back of her mind. She had spent many a hour thinking over this, particularly in her teen years and it always came down to not wanting to know for fear that she wasn't wanted in the first place or that something tragic had happened to them. Surely being ignorant was better than knowing the truth.

The orphanage, known as Wammy's House, was home to genius children as she liked to refer to them as. Jenny had always felt that she wasn't as clever as the other children but she didn't let it bother her, she was just grateful that she had a home. Now Jenny was twenty-two and living in a small two up two down cottage on the North Yorkshire Coast. This had been her choice all along and she had never regretted it. Jenny was happy, that was all that needed to be said. She had her work as a Geoarchaeologist and spent all her time in the great outdoors or curled up by the fire in her tiny cottage over looking Robin Hoods Bay.

This tiny cottage was Jenny's haven, she had spent years making it her home and it was the second home she had ever had. The inhabitants of the orphanage were worried about her being in the middle of nowhere on her own but Jenny just shrugged it off; she knew she would be fine and was relishing the fact that she would finally be alone. The orphanage had been nothing special to her and it had held no great friends and the friends that she did have would leave anyway. Even to this day she had very few friends, in fact hardly any, just acquaintances through work but Jenny wasn't bothered by this, she had her literature, her two cats and the great outdoors. Living alone, cut off from the world was perhaps not how a normal person lived but Jenny did not consider this in her definition of being normal, all her life she had tried to fit in but it never really happened, well that's how it felt to her. But then again maybe her place was on her own and that's where she fitted in.

Alongside considering herself normal, Jenny saw herself as an average woman of twenty four. Not too tall (five foot eight), not too skinny (medium build, curves), pretty features (blue eyes, cute little nose, sweet smile), shoulder length brown hair with a side parting and glasses. Jenny didn't dress up, actually she owned very few dresses which she would wear on her days off in the summer, she preferred jeans, a t-shirt and a hoody. She didn't deem it necessary to make an effort on her appearance when she hardly ever saw anyone and most of her time was spent in amongst the mud anyway.

To most people Jenny sounds like a work obsessed lone ranger but the truth was she had kept her personality hidden and became a person she wasn't when she was out in public. She loved to laugh but never had any reason too instead she dissolved into her over active imagination and became a sensible knowledgeable person on the outside. Her need for social interaction was forgotten, left to decay in the depth of her mind. To most people Jenny was boring but she didn't care. Her personality had gone astray during her time at the orphanage and she wouldn't allow it to return again although it was more a case of she didn't know how to be Jenny again.

The orphanage seemed like a world ago, Jenny had learnt plenty and they had allowed her talents and interests to flourish and treated Jenny the same as everyone else. This had been her favourite thing about the orphanage, apart from its immeasurable collection of books. The young Jenny had loved nothing more than to sit in an old arm chair in the Library lost in her own little world. She had loved to play with the other children, especially in the great outdoors. Many of the children of the orphanage had always insisted that she invent the games and she was always leading them on epic quests across Saharan deserts or through the rocky Himalayas running from ferocious animals and angry poachers. One thing was always certain during these games, Jenny believed in good guys and bad guys and she was always the good guy.

As she grew up Jenny had valued her time at the orphanage, she even missed it at first but she soon lost those longings and she accepted her lot in life. She had disliked the idea of growing up and never really understood why she couldn't play make believe for the rest of her life but as she reached her teenage years the liking for Geography, History and Archaeology made her forget those childish thoughts.

The nice normal life that Jenny loved was about to be upturned by someone she thought she would never see again courtesy of a phone call from halfway around the world.

Jenny was thoroughly exhausted when she got home form work on a cold, wet and wild evening at the end of December. She had spent the whole day knee deep in collecting peat samples so she could look at the pollen grains and determine the climate from the sample area during the past ten thousand years. The weather had been horrific, the rain was constantly lashing down and the wind had howled viciously turning her cheeks numb. As for cold well this was England and it was December does anymore need to be said?

So it was with great joy that Jenny, after a roasting hot bath, was curled up on her sofa with a beat up copy of Jane Austen's Emma later that evening listening to the wind howl and shake the window panes. Although, this didn't last very long, her eyes were too tired and her body to achy and cold so she settled for a mug of hot chocolate, with whipped cream and clambered into bed.

An obnoxious ringing broke through Jenny's much needed slumber, she realised it was her blackberry phone on her bed side table. A glance at her clock told her that it was exactly 2.48am, who on earth would be phoning her at this ridiculous hour. Reluctantly Jenny removed her right arm from the warmth of her thick goose down duvet and answered the call still sounding half asleep, "Hello?"

"Aaah, hello J," immediately Jenny sat upright in bed, the person had referred to her as J, only Wammy's kids new her as J. Jenny didn't reply to the caller, she was stunned into silence. "This is L." L, Jenny inhaled a sharp breath, after realising she had been holding it in.

Nervously Jenny hazarded at a reply, "hello L." All at once a million questions were buzzing around in her head, why on earth would L call her. L, everyone in Wammy's house knew exactly what that letter meant…detective super genius. Jenny knew there would only be one reason why he was calling, she liked to think it was for a quick chat but she hadn't spoken to him for five years therefore the only reason he was calling was he wanted something. But, Jenny didn't like to think that, why on earth would L need her; surely there were other people of higher intelligence who were actual detectives and not a geographer that could be of more use to him.

"I would like to request your help," L stated as if it was the easiest thing in the world. L needed her help? What a strange concept. For some reason, and maybe it was because she was still half asleep, Jenny couldn't process what L was saying.

"Help?" Jenny's voice sounded weak as she stared at her bedroom door.

"With Kira," again with the statements but Jenny had no idea what he was on about. Jenny didn't own a TV and had virtually no contact with the outside world so she had no clue as to what L was on about but she was stubborn and wouldn't admit this to him in a million years.

"You're booked onto the first flight to Tokyo tomorrow morning, Watari will pick you up," L continued.

"Hang on L," Jenny quickly came to her senses, "I'm sorry but I never agreed to anything and do you have any idea what time it is," Jenny grumbled more to herself. She knew that L would not accept no for an answer, when he wanted something he usually got it.

"Hmmmm, yes I believe it is rather early for you," Jenny wanted to hit him, was that all he had to say, "and can you bring over some Smarties," evidently that wasn't all he had to say and the cheek of it, to request sweets. For the second time that night Jenny wanted to hit L. "Well I look forward to seeing you when you arrive, good bye J." It suddenly hit Jenny that she hardly said anything in their conversation, mainly refusing to go. Stupid L, Jenny knew she would go, which is exactly why ten minutes later Jenny had made a strong cup of coffee with two sugars and was packing her suitcase and some of her research material and was still thinking obscenities at L.

As nine a.m. approached, Jenny had already contacted her department head at work and explained an opportunity had arose in Japan, she was needed on a dig there urgently, they were reluctant to let her go but did, if only Jenny was really going to a high profile archaeological dig site

The first thing Jenny did when she arrived at the airport, apart from curse L and curse the amount of people was to lug her laptop, backpack and suitcase to Starbucks for a quick coffee before boarding her plane. Jenny was amazed to find that she would be travelling first class; it made her curse L slightly less but only slightly.

Jenny arrived, completely shattered in Tokyo after a long flight. Her Japanese was vaguely rusty, well more like very rusty so she felt completely overwhelmed at the bustling ant hill of an airport that she had landed in. The bright lights hurt her eyes and the loud noises gave her a headache and she hadn't even passed through arrivals yet. Jenny mused to her self that this was probably all a result of spending so much time on her own but most of her thinking was taken up with trying to remember proper Japanese etiquette and language from her lessons at Wammy's. Truth be told she had forgotten a large chunk of it as she had assumed that she would never need it again. How wrong she was.

On the flight over Jenny had spent the entire time, when she could be sleeping, on reading all the information L had emailed her, after their conversation, about Kira. It just made Jenny groan, she would not be looking forward to this.

Walking through arrivals Jenny was not impressed to find even more people, louder noise and brighter lights. Bloody L kept crossing her mind. Stood directly opposite her at the end of arrivals was Watari, Jenny would recognise him anywhere. He smiled warmly as she walked over. Jenny had nothing against Watari, he was always kind to her at the orphanage, and essentially it made her smile to see him again, to see a familiar face in amongst all these strangers. "Good morning J," he greeted in English.

"Ohayou gozaimasu," Jenny greeted in Japanese, determined to prove what she was capable of.

"It's been a long time, how have you been?" Watari asked, continuing their conversation in Japanese.

"It has and yes thank you I have been fine, how about you?" Jenny replied but in English, she then smacked her free hand to her head as she realised her error. She then corrected this with repeating what she had said in Japanese whilst Watari took her suitcase. After constantly speaking English it would take her a while to get used to using Japanese all the time. Watari chuckled slightly and then led her outside to a car, if Jenny was not so tired she would have perhaps noticed what type of car it was. He held the door open for her and then got in the drivers seat. Resting her head against the window Jenny allowed exhaustion to overcome her as she fell into a light slumber against the cold window.

As the engine shut of Jenny instantly stirred from her sleep and was alert in observing her surrounding, an underground car park. Reluctantly Jenny forced her tired muscles to move and tried to prepare herself for seeing L and his over active mind.

Ten minutes later Watari and Jenny, now to be known as J again, arrived outside a suit on the top floor of the hotel. "Here you are," he opened the door for her and took her bag inside, "and now I must return to the task force head quarters, if you need anything let me know, good bye J," Watari smiled.

"Thank you Watari, good bye," Jenny now turned her attention to the room. It was a very modern grand suit, it screamed cleanliness and order. Jenny was suddenly over come with a motion of homesickness, how she longed for her beat up sofa, hot chocolate and good book in front of the fire. God damn L she cursed.

Jenny was still stood in the door way and a tall skinny figure with messy black hair walked into the room, complete with bare feet, jeans and a long sleeved white top. It was L. He seemed to have changed very little since Jenny had seen him at the orphanage. "Good morning, Jenny," he greeted, his face showing no emotion but his steel grey eyes stared into hers.

Shyness had overcome Jenny but she shrugged it off and frowned, "I thought I was to be J?" Suddenly Jenny felt impressed that she had basically told L off although she knew that feeling wouldn't last.

"Aaaaah yes, you are right," L turned his attention to the tray of tea and coffee on the coffee table.

Jenny watched him spoon half a bowl of sugar into a coffee cup and pour himself some coffee, oh how she longed for a decent cup of coffee but she knew it would only result in a migraine after the lack of sleep and food. That was not allowed, it would only make Jenny seem weak in front of L and she was certainly not weak.

As she continued to watch L pour his coffee and pick up a slice of what looked like raspberry cheese cake (if she wasn't craving a plate of marmite on toast she may have been tempted) Jenny remained quiet as she recalled that L and conversations that weren't related to his work didn't really go together.

"Would you like some?" L asked, making Jenny's jaw drop, was this L being friendly.

"P-pardon?" Jenny had to ask as she had a feeling that she was hearing things.

"I said would you like some?" he repeated, Jenny thought for a brief moment she saw a slight blush in his pale cheeks.

"Oh no thank you but if you have some water?" she replied suddenly realising how thirsty she was.

"Over by the window," L answered as he sat down on the sofa drawing his knees up.

Jenny felt like an idiot just stood near the door so she poured a glass of water from the jug and sat down opposite L where they preceded to sit in silence for what felt like fifteen very drawn-out minutes. Finally Jenny realised the need to speak to break the silence, "L?" he looked up at her, his grey eyes piercing hers. "Why am I here, I have no detective experience?" Jenny felt the need to ask in the vain hope that L would realise he made a mistake so she could go back home but, L didn't make mistakes.

"I believe your analytical skills will be very useful, I have read your research journals. You are someone I believe I can trust, having grown up with you," L replied whilst spooning some congealed sugar from the bottom of his cup into his mouth. Jenny was speechless to say the least, L had read her research papers, "I particularly enjoyed your paper on bronze age tin mining." Jenny nearly fell to the floor, was that a compliment from L the great detective, although she still thought of him as the child he was at Wammy's.

"Errrrm thank you," that was all she had to say before silence was again engulfing the room.

A quiet almost beeping noise broke the silence, L's eyes widened and he leapt up from his seat and stepped across the room crouching down in front of a computer, "What's wrong, Watari?" was his response.

"We just received word of some new heart attack victims, but of a strange nature," was Watari's reply. Jenny had gotten up and followed L and was stood behind him, she wasn't sure whether L wanted her to be involved with his conversation or not so she went with her gut feeling and let curiosity take over.

"Strange nature?" L muttered more to himself than in response to Watari. It suddenly struck Jenny how odd it was to have a computer on the floor rather than at a table or desk but this was L; she didn't want to question what went on in his mind.

"I'll send the related images," Watari announced and L thanked him.

Jenny watched as several windows appeared on the screen and L sat in silence raising his finger to his lips whilst staring at the photos. Getting frustrated with the silence and after seeing the first picture of a blood red pentagram Jenny suddenly remembered why she did not like people. She turned away and went back over to her seat where she stared into space. Whilst L gave instructions to the NPA Jenny sat quietly suddenly longing for a cold December day at the coast.

As realisation dawned on her of what they were dealing with Jenny placed her head in her hands and closed her eyes, desperately trying to remove the image of the dead body on a bathroom floor that she had seen. "J, come and look at this," L, you idiot, Jenny almost shouted in her head, she really didn't want to look at the images again; she wasn't cut out for this kind of thing. Reluctantly she trudged over and knelt down next to L and took a deep breath to calm herself. "What do you think?"

"I think it's made me realise why I like dirt," Jenny replied not really thinking along the lines of the case.

L sighed; Jenny felt like she had just disappointed him in a big way but it was better than telling him that she thought Kira was sick as she was pretty sure he already knew that. Jenny wandered to herself where these 'useful analytical skills' were. "Yes, I can see why that might be appealing," L spoke well more like muttered with his thumb resting against his teeth.

Jenny almost smiled as she heard this, L was agreeing with her although it quickly dawned on her that he was probably just humouring her, stupid L, she'd rather he didn't bother.

A pattern was quickly developing in Jenny's mind as they both sat in silence staring at the images on the screen. Jenny was desperately trying to depict something from the images which might impress L but she was quickly crashing and burning. She let out a long sigh, blaming her lack of 'analytical skills on her tiredness, Jenny rubbed her sleepy eyes with her ice cold hands and stifled a yawn. "If you wish to sleep I do not mind, perhaps it will refresh your mind," Jenny wanted to protest and stay awake, she felt like L thought she wasn't capable and was realising his mistake in sending for her, maybe she would get to go home, all be it as a failure.

Standing up Jenny stretched and headed for the room in which her bags had been placed. She wanted to stay awake and at least attempt to be useful but in the end she knew that sleeping would reenergise her to be more productive and perhaps useful. As she went to close her bedroom door, Jenny could swear that she heard L all but whisper, "sleep well, Jenny," but she shrugged this off deciding that in her sleep deprived state she was imagining things.

Jenny flopped down on the white Egyptian cotton sheets and stared at the pure white ceiling. She closed her heavy eyes and inhaled a deep breath before sitting up deciding that she felt gross after her flight which would stop her from sleeping, this gave her a good enough reason to indulge in the luxury of a bath before going to sleep. After all, the sleep would improve her thought process and if a bath improved the quality of her sleep then it was justified. Jenny had to establish a cause and effect relationship for most things in her life which made up a good portion of her over analytical mind. Justifying a reason for sleep acted as a cause and effect.

Jenny felt exhaustion overwhelm her as she sank into the warm water of the bath with her well read copy of Pride and Prejudice. It was only when Jenny realised that the water had turned ice cold and her skin wrinkly that she climbed out of the bath into flannelette pyjamas and beneath the crisp sheets, where she didn't even have time to think as she fell into a deep sleep.