Author's Note: I know it's been a while, but two drabbles just didn't seem complete. So, here is the last drabble for the Finding Fiction trilogy. DON'T FLAME. I gave plenty of warning what this story was in the summery so don't read if the suggestion of m/m bothers you.

Finding Fiction Three

D had not expected Leon to show up again, at least not for a while after that little incident. But there he was, two days afterwards, walking into the shop.

“Mr. Detective, how unexpected that you should visit. I'll go and make us some tea.” D kept up the polite shop keeper act, knowing that, by Leon's silence, he wasn't in the mood for anything else. Normally the man would've come in guns blazing while accusing the Count of yet another suspicious death and then have to struggle with prying T-chan off his leg. T-chan was in the back playing with Chris so at the moment, the air was not being filled with threats of turning the totetsu into a rug.

“Would you like for me to call Chris? I'm sure he'd love to see you.” D never felt so awkward. He was usually the one with the ace up his sleeve, but at the moment he was a fish out of water. He couldn't read Leon's emotions, couldn't tell if he was mad or not.

“That's okay, let him play. I actual came over to talk to you.” Leon took his cup from the tray and began sipping the warm drink made black just for him.

“What would like to discuss Detective?” D sat across from him, careful to avoid direct eye contact. He sat down and daintily sipped from his expensive tea cup.

“Well, uh, you see...when I came here a few days ago and...well I've been thinking about it....ah just....here.” Leon stood up and thrusted something across the table into D's chest. With that he turned around to head out the door, “I'll be back later on when my shift's over so I can hang out with Chris for awhile.” He was up the stairs in a flash, leaving a very confused D behind.

When D regained some of his wits he set his cup down to look at what the detective had forcefully given him. Had he not been amazingly well trained to control his emotions, he would've lept into the air with joy.

It wasn't much, but it was a sign. A heart shaped box of candy.

Author's Note: I know that it's not funny but I felt like it would be a sweet ending to the previous drabbles. Hope you liked it.