L Lawliett Is Not Hot

𝓛

It was summer, the date June 1st of 1986. Recently there'd been an increase in criminal cases that seemed to be piling up and with conflicts rising there was no better time for work than now as an FBI agent. Because of this, you'd been paired with your partner, Takumi, for one such case. 

"(Y/N), I'll search around this area over here. You can look over there. Call me out if you find anything, alright?" Takumi spoke before going his own way towards the other side of the warehouse that you both were assigned to investigate. You went to the opposite side. Everything seemed to be going fine and it was relatively quiet for the most part, but that didn't last long as you suddenly heard a crashing noise from the direction that Takumi had gone towards.

"Shit! (Y/N), it's a trap! Hurry up and run!" He cried out before suddenly a loud boom erupted and everything suddenly went white and a ringing had gone through your ears. You didn't even have the chance to react as you felt yourself hit the ground while the world itself had seemingly gone black; you had gone unconscious.

.

.

.

.

.

You woke up in a room that was beyond what you expected to wake up in after being in a warehouse only hours ago with your colleague working on a case. Actually, how long has it been since you've been here? It could've been days, really.

"...Huh. Where the fuck am I." You say aloud to yourself as your eyes glaze over every small intricate detail that you could see in the room itself. It certainly wasn't anything fancy, however, it wasn't all that shitty of a room either. The walls were peeling, yes, but it could be worse. The interior design sure looked old-fashioned and it looked like it hadn't been used in a very long time based on the sheet of dust that covered the bed you had just woke up in. Suddenly, the silence was broken by a brief static noise coming from your ear as an unfamiliar voice rang through the small microphone's speaker.

"Hello. This is L. Are you (Y/N) (L/N)?"

Well, that wasn't anyone you knew personally, but the alias "L" did sound familiar. When you work for the FBI, you hear a lot of things, and the name "L" often came up a lot for most seemingly unsolvable cases, only to then be cracked open as soon as the mysterious detective is on the case. Basically, this "L" guy was like a celebrity in your line of work!

"Uhh...yes." You answered simply after taking a moment to register who exactly you were speaking with.

"Good. Now (L/N), listen very carefully. Currently you have been kidnapped and your location is unknown. However, I have been called to help locate your whereabouts and bring you back safely. Do not panic. Though, since you are an FBI agent, I'm sure you already knew that."

The monotone voice that came from the speaker rang in your ears and the more you listened the more you realize just how grim of a situation you were in. Kidnapped? Very likely. But, they had no idea where you were, and that was definitely odd to say the least, but nothing you had to panic about. At least, you hoped not. You didn't say a word quite yet, instead waiting for the man to continue explaining your situation.

"Now, if you could please describe where you are that could help in our investigation. Even the most mundane details can be a possible lead in this situation."

"Yeah, sure. Err...the room is pretty dimly lit. It's kinda dirty and messy. And...the room itself looks pretty old and as if it hasn't been used in a long time. Possible mold on the walls too." You calmly voiced your observations in as much detail as you could provide to L, and while you weren't too sure how that'd help, it was probably better to leave that type of thinking to the world's most renowned detective.