(I do not own Detective Conan or Magical Kaito)
Conan wiped his mouth and flushed the toilet. He pulled himself up to the sink to wash his face and hands. His face was pale and his eyes were listless, his appearance gave the illusion he was about to pass out at any given second. Conan hated being sick, especially since when we was sick, it could really do a number on him. He slumped back to the crime scene currently being investigated. Victim had been a forty year old woman by the name of Ito Misa, a secretary in the office they were now in which, coincidentally, happened to be the museum of Kaitou Kid's latest heist. The suspect was an officer worker named Shigi Fudo, forty-three years old. He was claiming to have killed the woman in self-defense. She had been meaning to kill him since she started to work there. She was jealous over a jilted love affair. But Shinichi thought differently, he noticed lipstick stains on the suspects shirt-collar. It looked more like he had seduced the woman and then killed her. Fudo's story was that he pushed her off and she fell over the railing onto the floor below. The motive was yet to be established. Shinichi felt another bit bile coming up and quickly headed off to the restroom. He only made it to the trashcan in the hall though. He noticed a bottle of chemicals sitting the bin. Before he became sick he took it out. Chloroform. He recognized the bottle after wiping his mouth. He looked into the can again, nothing related to the case… so that had to mean… evidence. Shinichi straightened up and got ready to head back inside, he then realized that with food poisoning it was going to be impossible to solve the case as Kogoro. He'd have to ask that guy to do it for him. Conan slipped back into the room and tugged urgently on Takagi's jacket.
"Takagi-keigi, may I have a minute?" He asked. The police officer blinked before nodding and following Conan to the restroom. "Kaitou Kid." Shinichi changed his tone as soon as the door shut. The man blinked and then sighed.
"Got me again." He admitted, returning to his real voice. Conan fought to keep another bout of sickness down. The thief blinked. "You feeling okay? You've been in and out of that room so many times, and you look really pale…"
"Food poisoning." Conan responded shortly, not wanting his mouth to be open any longer than necessary. Kaitou nodded.
"That would've been my guess. Anyhow, since you've discovered me before the heist, I'm off."
"Mate." Shinichi stopped him, feeling the need to be sick again.
"You probably should go home and rest, you don't look so good."
"I need a favor." Conan stated. Kaitou pushed open one of the stalls. He recognized that the detective was about to be sick one the floor. "Arigatou." Conan quickly turned to the toilet.
"But you need a favor? What kind?" Kaitou asked as turned away from Conan. He heard the toilet flush and turned back to the smaller boy.
"I can't use Kogoro's voice if I'm going to be sick every five minutes." The thief nodded in understanding.
"You want me to expose Fudo-san? I can do that, but what is the evidence?"
"He should still have the cloth he used to knock Misa-san out in his pocket." The boy explained. Kaitou nodded.
"That's all I was missing. In exchange for me doing your job, you have to go home and rest. I'll take care of everything." Shinichi reluctantly nodded.
"Hai. As a thank you, I'll listen to your compromise." Shinichi walked with kid out of the room and Conan went to find Ran to tell her he wasn't feeling well.