A/N: I rewrote the story (sort of) and hopefully made it better. I reread the first version and decided i really didn't like how the story went(I wrote it at 2 in the morning). So anyway the story is going to take a different route. The first chapter is pretty much the same(at first...hehe)

so i hope you enjoy it

oh yeah i don't own DC/CC and i never will.


Conan Gets Kidnapped

Chapter I

Huh?? Was the first thought that entered Conan's mind as he woke up in a small dark place with his hands tied up behind his back and his mouth taped shut. He tried to stand up, but his head hit the roof of the area, so he sat back against the side. It felt like cardboard so he concluded that he was in a box. As he tried to remember how he'd gotten there he felt around the box a bit with his feet. The box was rather tiny as he could touch all four sides, and there were no holes because it was pitch black.

As he felt around the side of his head hit the side of the box causing a sudden stabbing pain to throb through his head making him dizzy. He realized that something had dried onto the side of his face after a couple drops of warm liquid rolled over the same spot.

Now he remembered, he had been walking to the professor's house after school when someone came out of nowhere and hit him on the head with a baseball bat knocking him out. Considering his current predicament he figured he had been kidnapped.

This reminded him of the other time he had been hit on the head with a baseball bat. Back when he was high school detective Shinichi Kudo, the day he had been shrunken into an elementary school kid.

Could the Black Organization have kidnapped him? Could they have found out that the poison hadn't killed him but turned him into a kid instead, and come after him? No. If they found out they would have just killed him; they wouldn't risk being seen by kidnapping him out in the open. Further more they probably would have gone after Haibara first since she was a traitor to the organization. Ok, so he was dealing with a regular old kidnapper. Not to be taken lightly, but better than the organization.

Conan calmed himself down for he was beginning to panic. Ok, he was in a box, he was tied up, and the person who had kidnapped him was probably close by. He needed to get out of the box before he suffocated because the box didn't have air holes and it was getting quite stuffy in there, or he died of blood loss. This was quite possible considering the amount of dried blood on his face and the slow but steady trickle going down his face now. That coupled with his concussion was causing him to be quite dizzy and to have trouble concentrating.

First, he had to get the tape and ropes off. On second thought, maybe not, if the kidnapper looked inside the box and saw that he had gotten the ropes and tape off there could be problems. So, for the time being, he decided to press his ear against the side of the box to hear what was going on outside. He had been hearing muffled voices, but had been too deep in thought to pay attention. Now he listened to what the voices said.

"So what do we do now?" said a woman's voice.

"Well I guess all that's left is to make the ransom call," said a man.

"How much you think we can get off the kid anyway? We probably should've decided on that before but…oh well," said the woman.

"I don't know… $30,000?"

"I guess that's good. That should hold us for a while."

There was silence for a few moments.

"Think the kid'll be awake now?" said the woman.

"Maybe. We should get him out of that box."

The woman walked over to the box. Conan heard the sound of tape being pulled off the box. Then suddenly the small space was flooded with light. Conan shut his eyes tightly against the sudden light. He slowly opened his eyes as they became accustomed to the light. The woman picked him up, and Conan winced as she touched the wound on his head.

"Geeze! What did you use to knock him out, a baseball bat? He's covered in blood!"

"Yeah…"he said meekly.

"Aw geeze this is bad. Go get me the first aid kit."

"Ok," said the man as he ran off into another room.

"Geeze that oaf!" The woman sat on a chair and sat Conan on her lap. She began to inspect his head. "I TOLD him not to hurt you!"

Conan didn't fight her, at least this way he could get his head cleaned up. Now that he was more awake his head was hurting more and more. They sat there waiting.

"Where is he with that first aid kit?" she said in irritation.

A moment later the man came back in with the first aid kit, a couple of towels, and a bowl of water.

"Oh thanks, I was just about to ask you for those."

"I knew you would so I got them for you already."

"Ok. Let's see here…" she said taking the supplies and setting them on a nearby table. Taking a towel she wetted it and proceeded to start cleaning the blood off of Conan's head.

Conan sat there quietly wincing every once and a while when she put too much pressure on his wound. He was too tired and confused to do anything else. He started to survey his surroundings. He was in what seemed to be the inside of a suburban house. The lights were on and it looked dark on the other side of the curtains. In the room he was in there were two chairs, a table, a couch, two windows, and a hallway leading off to some other part of the house. The curtains were old and had a floral pattern, the walls were yellow, and the carpet was grey. The man was slightly stout with a square face, black hair, brown eyes, and a big nose.

The woman finished cleaning his wound and put bandages around Conan's head.

"That's good enough for now. They can take him to a hospital or something after we get our money." The woman put him down on the ground and walked over to the man. For lack of anything else to do Conan sat on the ground where she had put him.

He wondered if anyone had figured out he was gone yet.


The next chapter should be up later today or tomorrow.

Please review and tell me if you like it or not. It'll get better i promise.

I finished this on my birthday (YAY!!!)