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Their downfall should have fixed everything. The Black Organization fell to the combined efforts of multiple police forces. Shinichi and Haibara worked with the FBI feeding information they gained from being in plain sight. Even Kaitou Kid lent a hand in honor of his Meitantei. Yet, it did not seem to be the end. Vermouth somehow escapes with Vodka. The need to hid the truth was still hanging over their heads. Why doesn't anything go as planned?
In the basement of Agasa's house, a small girl with tea colored hair was bent over the desk. Formulas sprawled over pieces of paper. Some crossed out, others smudged. Wet stains lay parallel to her eyes.
As she picked up her pencil a voice called from behind her, "You need a break."
"I'll take a break when we get a lead again, Kudo-kun," she stated, scribbling down more equations. "Without the files I need to keep working."
"Haibara." He moved next to her trying to create eye contact.
"What? What Kudo-kun. Do you expect me to be happy? We worked for months to take them down. We have most but there was no data. Nothing to help." Haibara screamed at him. "I am no closer to a cure than before!"
Shinichi reached over and held her shoulders. "That does not matter. So what if there was no data. Yes, we are stuck as children. But we have time. Yes, two that we know are missing but we don't have to hide. It will take time for a cure or it might not be possible. Don't work yourself to death over something that should not be a priority. Your life is the priority."
He reached over and gathered up the sheets of paper before placing them in a desk drawer. Pulling her up, he lead her to the stairs. "Come on. You can work again in the morning or afternoon."
As he turned his back on her, a small smile crossed her face. They were in this together. They might have not started together but their paths are now tangled. Whether they liked it or no.