There was a slight shift in Conan's position that he had been able to catch in his light sleep. He blinked an eye open and noted immediately that he was not in the agency's swivel chair that he knew he'd fallen asleep in. He was laying down flat on his back and his hand was clasped around something warm ( Read more... )

Shinichi was going over possible locations that would be safe to go over such a serious topic. If there was even a slight chance of being overheard it was far too risky. He scanned his eyes over the map going over how this conversation could go. If the organization was watching Naoto then it was possible that a microphone or something was on her ( Read more... )

Shinichi knew this was probably a bad idea, after all, he was supposed to be dead, and the last time he'd tried to talk to Ran like this someone had ended up dead. He pushed the thought behind as he straightened his jacket, thinking of her. It was worth it ( Read more... )

Shinichi took several deep breaths as he had effectively gotten away from Ran and was well on his way back to the agency. He closed his eyes and had to steady himself as he gripped onto a glass window and looked at his appearance ( Read more... )

The laptop shut with a short click and the small faux child slid out of the chair Mouri-tantei usually say in. The detective checked the time and then the date. He needed to find Ran, he didn't like how long she'd been gone, and certainly didn't like this situation ( Read more... )

Everyone who knew Conan knew him well enough to know he had a horrible habit of running off without saying anything. And usually he ran off into danger especially if Ran was involved ( Read more... )

Considering everything that had happened that day Conan found it to be a better idea to camp out downstairs in the office. Besides, he quite liked the office's swivel chair. Once it got time for him to go to bed he double checked to make sure Ran and Occhan were out for the night he gathered up in laptop and plugged it to charge on the desk, ( Read more... )

Sure, Conan had to admit it was a little sneaky of him not to tell Kid what was in it or what it was supposed to do. But in Kid's state it was safe to bet that maybe the thief would trust everything he said to do. Maybe ( Read more... )

Conan closed his laptop with annoyed snap and shoved it away and under Kogoro's bed for later use. The pint-sized detective stood up and made his way to the living room to rest for an hour and think over what all he could tell the other detective ( Read more... )

To say Conan was annoyed was an understatement. The small detective had somehow managed to get Popsicle sticks glued to each of his fingers, knock down what he'd already had and spill the glue on the table ( Read more... )