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You guys.... it's snowing! It's not sticking, but! Snow! It has never snowed on Christmas in my entire life.
Now onto the gift fic.
Title: Temptation
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Death Note
Rating: PG
Characters: Naomi, Raye, L.
Warnings: none.
Author’s Note: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
theladyfeylene.
Summary: "Naomi is 95% certain that she’s forgotten how to take vacations."
Naomi is 95% certain that she’s forgotten how to take vacations.
She understands why her boss forced her to take some time away from the office - she had a worrying amount of days off accumulated, the bags under her eyes were growing too dark for her foundation to successfully camouflage and everyone knew that her last vacation had had involved helping put away a violent and cruel serial killer with the best detective in the world.
Which, ironically, had been one of the more relaxing weeks in recent memory.
Naomi sighed, and rolled over. The sun blazed down on her skin, the sand was pleasantly firm under her shoulders, and the waves broke against the beach with a steady, shushing sound that have been lulling her into a trancelike state of relaxation.
“Can I do your back?” Ray asked, holding up the bottle of sunscreen.
“Mmm, sure,” Naomi responded.
This should be paradise, she thought as Raye rubbed her shoulders and down along her spine, the act of applying sunscreen turning into an impromptu massage.
She didn’t have any unclosed cases to niggle over, her new, cute boyfriend had taken time off to be with her, they were in the closest thing to Paradise that the United States offered, and she was... well, she was... guilt make her blush. She was just a little bit bored.
She realized that Raye was talking to her, and abruptly tuned in.
“It’s so fun to watch them isn’t it?” he was saying.
Naomi propped herself on her elbows, following Raye’s line of sight. There was a pair of little towheaded children building a sandcastle, someone who was obviously their mother helping, big sunglasses hiding a subtleties of her expression, leaving only the wide curve of her smile.
“It must be so nice to be a parent,” Raye mused. “Getting to show your children the world. Relive your childhood a bit. Rediscover all the things that you forgot you used to love. What do you think?”
“Yes, or course,” Naomi replying unable to say anything else in the face of his enthusiasm. And she agreed, really she did, it was just that she looked as those kids and couldn’t help but think of all the statistics on missing and exploding children, and digging up the basement of that one woman’s house to find all those little bones...
Naomi shivered in the heat.
Her mother was right. The FBI was ruining her. She was so addicted to adrenaline and used to the worst of humanity that she couldn’t enjoy a Hawaiian vacation, so cynical about the world that she couldn't look forward to bearing children.... At this rate, she was going to end up one of those joyless, burned-out agents with nothing to go home to except dead plants and the ghost of her future ex-husband.
Something had to change.
She was going to turn over a new leaf.
Focus of the light in life, instead of the dark.
Her phone rang.
Raye looked over at her curiously, and she dug around in her straw beach bag.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Agent Masori,” a slightly-mechanical voice answered. “I was wondering if I might have you assistance on a small matter?”
She should say no. She should say no, hang up, and then do her damnedest to enjoy this glorious beach with her glorious boyfriend. L was the most famous detective in the world, there was no agency anywhere who wouldn’t trip over themselves to work with him. It would only take him enough time to make a phone call to have someone else eager to work with him. She should say no.
All this went through her mind in a flash.
What came out of her mouth was, “Always. What would you like me to do?”
Now onto the gift fic.
Title: Temptation
Author: redbrunja
Fandom: Death Note
Rating: PG
Characters: Naomi, Raye, L.
Warnings: none.
Author’s Note: Written for
theladyfeylene.Summary: "Naomi is 95% certain that she’s forgotten how to take vacations."
Naomi is 95% certain that she’s forgotten how to take vacations.
She understands why her boss forced her to take some time away from the office - she had a worrying amount of days off accumulated, the bags under her eyes were growing too dark for her foundation to successfully camouflage and everyone knew that her last vacation had had involved helping put away a violent and cruel serial killer with the best detective in the world.
Which, ironically, had been one of the more relaxing weeks in recent memory.
Naomi sighed, and rolled over. The sun blazed down on her skin, the sand was pleasantly firm under her shoulders, and the waves broke against the beach with a steady, shushing sound that have been lulling her into a trancelike state of relaxation.
“Can I do your back?” Ray asked, holding up the bottle of sunscreen.
“Mmm, sure,” Naomi responded.
This should be paradise, she thought as Raye rubbed her shoulders and down along her spine, the act of applying sunscreen turning into an impromptu massage.
She didn’t have any unclosed cases to niggle over, her new, cute boyfriend had taken time off to be with her, they were in the closest thing to Paradise that the United States offered, and she was... well, she was... guilt make her blush. She was just a little bit bored.
She realized that Raye was talking to her, and abruptly tuned in.
“It’s so fun to watch them isn’t it?” he was saying.
Naomi propped herself on her elbows, following Raye’s line of sight. There was a pair of little towheaded children building a sandcastle, someone who was obviously their mother helping, big sunglasses hiding a subtleties of her expression, leaving only the wide curve of her smile.
“It must be so nice to be a parent,” Raye mused. “Getting to show your children the world. Relive your childhood a bit. Rediscover all the things that you forgot you used to love. What do you think?”
“Yes, or course,” Naomi replying unable to say anything else in the face of his enthusiasm. And she agreed, really she did, it was just that she looked as those kids and couldn’t help but think of all the statistics on missing and exploding children, and digging up the basement of that one woman’s house to find all those little bones...
Naomi shivered in the heat.
Her mother was right. The FBI was ruining her. She was so addicted to adrenaline and used to the worst of humanity that she couldn’t enjoy a Hawaiian vacation, so cynical about the world that she couldn't look forward to bearing children.... At this rate, she was going to end up one of those joyless, burned-out agents with nothing to go home to except dead plants and the ghost of her future ex-husband.
Something had to change.
She was going to turn over a new leaf.
Focus of the light in life, instead of the dark.
Her phone rang.
Raye looked over at her curiously, and she dug around in her straw beach bag.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Agent Masori,” a slightly-mechanical voice answered. “I was wondering if I might have you assistance on a small matter?”
She should say no. She should say no, hang up, and then do her damnedest to enjoy this glorious beach with her glorious boyfriend. L was the most famous detective in the world, there was no agency anywhere who wouldn’t trip over themselves to work with him. It would only take him enough time to make a phone call to have someone else eager to work with him. She should say no.
All this went through her mind in a flash.
What came out of her mouth was, “Always. What would you like me to do?”
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