Moonshine
Title: Moonshine
Fandom: Detective Conan
Genre: AU
Couple(s): hinted Takagi/Sato
Warning(s): Guns, knives, Gin.
Fic Status: Complete
Summary: "Please take your time. I don't want this to end yet."
Notes: I have no idea where this idea came from, but it won't leave me alone. So you readers get to suffer, too.
Gin exhaled, blowing a stream of smoke towards the Porsche's dashboard. There was no sound other than his next inhalation and his partner's fidgeting.
"He's late," Vodka said.
"He'll be here."
Another car pulled into the near-vacant parking garage, parking beside them. Unlike the Porsche, this car was a bit rundown. Definitely nothing like the sleek vehicles most of the Organization drove. But, then again, a nice car would've drawn unnecessary attention to the owner.
As the driver rolled down his window, Gin gave a cruel smile. "You still haven't replaced that car I see, Moonshine."
Moonshine gave a bright, non-threatening smile, not rising to the bait. "Well, you know what happened to the last one. I can't really afford anything better on my salary, but at least it gets me where I need to go."
"What do you have for us?"
"Not much, I'm afraid. I've been keeping tabs on--Oh." Moonshine paused as a pistol was pointed in his face, hammer cocked. Then his smile turned less friendly, more deadly. "Now, now, there's no need for that."
"You're given a lot of leeway by That Person because of your assignment, Moonshine, but if you're more trouble than your worth, I'll suggest to them that they cut you loose." Gin's cigarette twitched with each word, only his teeth holding it in place. "After all, you're not one of their favorites."
"I'm too useful where I am," Moonshine pointed out confidently. "That Person went through a lot of trouble finding someone who could blend in. They wouldn't appreciate having to find someone else so soon."
Gin gave a dark smirk, removing his weapon from the other operative's face. "Put those nasty little knives of yours away, Moonshine, and tell me what you know."
Moonshine gave another grin, raising the hand he'd kept out of sight to show three little push knives held between his fingers. With a flick of his wrist, they were out of sight and back where they belonged. "I'm afraid I can't tell you much this time around. There hasn't been much activity from the FBI since Akai's death."
"Oi, oi," Vodka protested. "Wait a minute..."
Moonshine gave Vodka an amused look. "I work in one of the busiest divisions of the police. Unlike you two, I don't have the luxury of much free time."
Vodka gave a growl which Moonshine responded to with a toothy smile.
Gin released another puff of cigarette smoke. "That woman."
Moonshine's face lost its playfulness, turning serious as he turned his attention back to Gin.
"You've been spending a lot of time with her."
Moonshine narrowed his eyes for a brief moment before leaning back in his seat, relaxed. "She's one of the top officers in the department. Not to mention that she makes an excellent cover, don't you think? I can move more freely if they think all my sneaking about has to do with her."
"You waste your time with her and those children." Gin sneered as he was rewarded with Moonshine straightening up again, glaring at him. "It'd be unfortunate if something happened to her on a case. Or maybe one of those brats."
A push knife zipped through the air, sinking into the leather upholstery of the Porsche and slicing off some of Gin's hair. Gin continued smoking his cigarette, unconcerned with the other member's minor temper tantrum. He had to admit that he was mildly impressed. He hadn't even seen Moonshine's hand twitch.
"They're mine, Gin," Moonshine growled. "No one touches them but me."
"Getting attached I see."
"No. They're part of my cover and my prey, and I don't like you skulking around them. I catch one whiff of you moving in on them, and That Person will have to replace you." Moonshine gave a dark smirk. "And right now, you're easier to replace. Especially since they've noticed your current obsession with a ghost."
Gin bit down on his cigarette, growling.
It was Moonshine's turn to sneer. "Oh, you didn't know? Then let me enlighten you. That Person's getting irritated with you wasting the time of their best snipers chasing after someone who no longer exists. Not to mention that stunt with Kir. At the rate you're going, I figure it's only a matter of time before I don't have to report to you anymore."
Vodka leaned slightly over Gin, snapping, "And you're saying they're letting Bourbon continue?"
"Bourbon's still at his assigned task but keeps his eyes open for that guy. You know he never believed he was dead. Can't say I agree with him but..." Moonshine gave a casual shrug. "Still if this keeps up, you'll be looking for a new partner, Vodka. Just some friendly advice."
Gin narrowed his eyes at Moonshine who met the glare with a grin that--while outwardly friendly--had an underlying malice to it. "You have nothing else to report?"
"No, not really. Just a request for you to hold off on the file demands for a while, would you? Some idiot found out the Mouri files were missing, so the department definitely noticed when they got returned."
Gin glared for a few minutes more before starting to roll up his window. "Two weeks, Moonshine."
"I know."
Moonshine backed up his car and drove off.
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Takagi Wataru drove along the main road, heading back towards his apartment. It had been a long day, and he was looking forward to dinner and a good night's sleep. As he pulled to a stop at a red light, his cell phone rang.
Taking a moment to adjust his earpiece, he answered, "Hello?" He paused then brightened at the speaker's voice. "Sato-san! No, no, I don't have any plans for this weekend." He listened as she outlined the details of yet another date that they'd have to sneak behind their coworkers' backs. "Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye!"
He ended the call just as the light turned green and traffic started to move again. He put the phone down on top of two folders and a photograph sitting in the passenger seat.
In the silence of his car, he mused aloud, "Vermouth was right. Gin's so busy chasing ghosts that he doesn't see that you're lining us up in your sights." His face turned sad, pleading, as he looked down at the photograph of himself, Sato, and the Detective Boys. It was a happy scene from Tropical Marine Land. Another date interrupted by a case along with him losing that ring, but it hadn't been quite so bad in the end. "Please take your time. I don't want this to end yet, Silver Bullet-kun."
Takagi turned his eyes back to the road, only briefly glancing at the folders. On their labels was written two names:
Edogawa Conan. Kudo Shinichi.
Fandom: Detective Conan
Genre: AU
Couple(s): hinted Takagi/Sato
Warning(s): Guns, knives, Gin.
Fic Status: Complete
Summary: "Please take your time. I don't want this to end yet."
Notes: I have no idea where this idea came from, but it won't leave me alone. So you readers get to suffer, too.
Gin exhaled, blowing a stream of smoke towards the Porsche's dashboard. There was no sound other than his next inhalation and his partner's fidgeting.
"He's late," Vodka said.
"He'll be here."
Another car pulled into the near-vacant parking garage, parking beside them. Unlike the Porsche, this car was a bit rundown. Definitely nothing like the sleek vehicles most of the Organization drove. But, then again, a nice car would've drawn unnecessary attention to the owner.
As the driver rolled down his window, Gin gave a cruel smile. "You still haven't replaced that car I see, Moonshine."
Moonshine gave a bright, non-threatening smile, not rising to the bait. "Well, you know what happened to the last one. I can't really afford anything better on my salary, but at least it gets me where I need to go."
"What do you have for us?"
"Not much, I'm afraid. I've been keeping tabs on--Oh." Moonshine paused as a pistol was pointed in his face, hammer cocked. Then his smile turned less friendly, more deadly. "Now, now, there's no need for that."
"You're given a lot of leeway by That Person because of your assignment, Moonshine, but if you're more trouble than your worth, I'll suggest to them that they cut you loose." Gin's cigarette twitched with each word, only his teeth holding it in place. "After all, you're not one of their favorites."
"I'm too useful where I am," Moonshine pointed out confidently. "That Person went through a lot of trouble finding someone who could blend in. They wouldn't appreciate having to find someone else so soon."
Gin gave a dark smirk, removing his weapon from the other operative's face. "Put those nasty little knives of yours away, Moonshine, and tell me what you know."
Moonshine gave another grin, raising the hand he'd kept out of sight to show three little push knives held between his fingers. With a flick of his wrist, they were out of sight and back where they belonged. "I'm afraid I can't tell you much this time around. There hasn't been much activity from the FBI since Akai's death."
"Oi, oi," Vodka protested. "Wait a minute..."
Moonshine gave Vodka an amused look. "I work in one of the busiest divisions of the police. Unlike you two, I don't have the luxury of much free time."
Vodka gave a growl which Moonshine responded to with a toothy smile.
Gin released another puff of cigarette smoke. "That woman."
Moonshine's face lost its playfulness, turning serious as he turned his attention back to Gin.
"You've been spending a lot of time with her."
Moonshine narrowed his eyes for a brief moment before leaning back in his seat, relaxed. "She's one of the top officers in the department. Not to mention that she makes an excellent cover, don't you think? I can move more freely if they think all my sneaking about has to do with her."
"You waste your time with her and those children." Gin sneered as he was rewarded with Moonshine straightening up again, glaring at him. "It'd be unfortunate if something happened to her on a case. Or maybe one of those brats."
A push knife zipped through the air, sinking into the leather upholstery of the Porsche and slicing off some of Gin's hair. Gin continued smoking his cigarette, unconcerned with the other member's minor temper tantrum. He had to admit that he was mildly impressed. He hadn't even seen Moonshine's hand twitch.
"They're mine, Gin," Moonshine growled. "No one touches them but me."
"Getting attached I see."
"No. They're part of my cover and my prey, and I don't like you skulking around them. I catch one whiff of you moving in on them, and That Person will have to replace you." Moonshine gave a dark smirk. "And right now, you're easier to replace. Especially since they've noticed your current obsession with a ghost."
Gin bit down on his cigarette, growling.
It was Moonshine's turn to sneer. "Oh, you didn't know? Then let me enlighten you. That Person's getting irritated with you wasting the time of their best snipers chasing after someone who no longer exists. Not to mention that stunt with Kir. At the rate you're going, I figure it's only a matter of time before I don't have to report to you anymore."
Vodka leaned slightly over Gin, snapping, "And you're saying they're letting Bourbon continue?"
"Bourbon's still at his assigned task but keeps his eyes open for that guy. You know he never believed he was dead. Can't say I agree with him but..." Moonshine gave a casual shrug. "Still if this keeps up, you'll be looking for a new partner, Vodka. Just some friendly advice."
Gin narrowed his eyes at Moonshine who met the glare with a grin that--while outwardly friendly--had an underlying malice to it. "You have nothing else to report?"
"No, not really. Just a request for you to hold off on the file demands for a while, would you? Some idiot found out the Mouri files were missing, so the department definitely noticed when they got returned."
Gin glared for a few minutes more before starting to roll up his window. "Two weeks, Moonshine."
"I know."
Moonshine backed up his car and drove off.
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Takagi Wataru drove along the main road, heading back towards his apartment. It had been a long day, and he was looking forward to dinner and a good night's sleep. As he pulled to a stop at a red light, his cell phone rang.
Taking a moment to adjust his earpiece, he answered, "Hello?" He paused then brightened at the speaker's voice. "Sato-san! No, no, I don't have any plans for this weekend." He listened as she outlined the details of yet another date that they'd have to sneak behind their coworkers' backs. "Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. I'll see you tomorrow then. Bye!"
He ended the call just as the light turned green and traffic started to move again. He put the phone down on top of two folders and a photograph sitting in the passenger seat.
In the silence of his car, he mused aloud, "Vermouth was right. Gin's so busy chasing ghosts that he doesn't see that you're lining us up in your sights." His face turned sad, pleading, as he looked down at the photograph of himself, Sato, and the Detective Boys. It was a happy scene from Tropical Marine Land. Another date interrupted by a case along with him losing that ring, but it hadn't been quite so bad in the end. "Please take your time. I don't want this to end yet, Silver Bullet-kun."
Takagi turned his eyes back to the road, only briefly glancing at the folders. On their labels was written two names:
Edogawa Conan. Kudo Shinichi.