Death Note: Dreams, a Reader X L Story

L File #12 - Reconcile

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

An IV? Why am I bandaged? It hurt to bring your abdomen up. Moving your eyes around, you noticed a grey haired man reading a newspaper.

"Ah, Joan! You're awake. I'll let Stan know." Mr. Wammy paged 'Stan'.

Stan must be L. You thought. "What happened to me?"

He gave you a sympathetic look. "You were shot in the chest. When you were shot, you fell back and hit your head. The doctor here said that you have a mild concussion, and you were inches away from being shot to death." He placed a hand on your shoulder.

Trying to remember what happened, you searched your brain for memories of the past week. I went on a mission in France. Mademoiselle Blanche was my alias, wasn't it? There were two people I had to capture... It hit you. "A blonde woman shot me, didn't she?" You looked into Mr. Wammy's eyes.

"Yes. She has been arrested, and L is interrogating her and the con-man."

"Merrie Kenwood, and Thierry Morrello! Those are the two people I was chasing." Knowing L, these people could be vital to future to investigations. Perhaps, he would recruit the two for his "dirty" field work. Usually, you did most, if not all of L's outside snooping. He never showed his face to the world to protect himself. If someone found out who L was, that would result in the death of the Century's Greatest Detective.

Turning to Mr. Wammy, you asked, "When will I be out of here?"

"Most likely in a day or so. Stan cannot come in to see you; his work his holding him hostage." He stood up, walking towards the door. "Your laptop is next to your bed. I have to get going. My daughter had better not get shot again!" He smiled, leaving you alone in the hospital.

You didn't plan on sleeping for a while, so you turned off your laptop to begin working. When you weren't helping L with a case, you were either coding, making a new program, or just learning anything you could. Opening the heavily protected chat room that you and L used, you had noticed that there were no new messages. Feeling disappointed, you started to turn it off as a message popped up.

Joan. You are a very beautiful, intelligent woman. The message service turned off, despite you doing nothing to ensue it doing that. L had typed that message into the chat, just as you logged in. It touched your heart, slightly making you tear up a bit.

"I'll tell him how handsome and intelligent he is when I get back." You whispered.

To decrease your boredom, you searched random facts on the internet. Due to the hospitals slow and pitiful wifi, you fell asleep shortly afterwards.

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February 7th, 1998

After spending a few days in the Paris hospital, you were released with a wheelchair. Mr. Wammy picked you up, taking you back to Italy in his private plane. Watching the clouds from above was truly a sight, for few individuals ever admire the beauty. "It really is beautiful, isn't it?" L's voice echoed through the cabin.

"L! How did the interrogation go?" You didn't know exactly where to look, until a television screen lit up with L's face on it.

"I have decided to hire them both on a contact. The two of them will be very useful in the future." He turned the screen to their mugshots. "Merrie Kenwood will now be Wedy. Thierry Morrello will now be called Aiber."

"Interesting names. Wedy shot me, did she not?" You laughed, forgiving her in your head.

A frown was present upon L's face. "And Aiber tried to seduce you. Because of this, the two must work for me for life."