Lawliet slowly picked you up, you were lying under the table in a completely curled up pose. Complaints and murmurs were what came out of your little throat as you were held in his lap. L is your father, and he is a detective, well, it wasn't like you understood very well what he did but, you were now in his lap, a small child of at least 5 years old, he slowly stroked your hair and let out a noise of contentment. Many of the people in the task force were a little... confused, mainly because they didn't expect someone like L to have a small child