Disclaimer: I am aware that Detective Conan is not mine and never was. Original characters are, however, so hands off! Vultures...

A/N: First Mystery/Detective Conan Fan fiction genre. Read and review please, thanks. P.S. Really hope that this title has never been used before. If it has, tell me, and I'll come up with another catchy title that's relevant and uses poetic alliteration. No flames please, you just look dumber than you already are if you do.

Lost Case File: An Executive Execution

The small beige phone range loudly, an annoying jingle that urged anyone in the near vicinity to pick it up or go half mad trying to sit there and avoid the phone call. Luckily, just about any phone call was picked up excitedly in the apartment of the famous Detective Richard Moore, who was always ready for the next big case, and even better, the next big pay off.

It really amazed Detective Moore at his sheer brilliance sometimes. Then again, sometimes he could hardly believe he had solved the case, hardly remembering solving it at all. His simple answer was this, he fell into a 'trance' that he liked to call "The Zone" and whenever he did he could solve any case with a snap of the fingers.

Richard sighed audibly to himself as he forced himself off his comfortable couch to answer the phone. Rachel and Conan were out about buying school supplies or something of the sort, he always found that if he wanted to relax, whenever Conan or his daughter spoke to him to just nod his head yes until they went away. It had worked for the first time today, and ironically, he now regretted it.

"Hello?" Richard asked when he picked up the wildly moving phone, seeming to convulse spasmodically every time the ring sounded.

"Hello, Detective Moore?" came a deep, rumbling voice across the telephone line. The man sounded completely calm, sometimes unusual for the hysterical who called his office.

"Yeah this is him, what can I do for you?" he asked, already wondering what he'd get for this character's job. He really wanted that new massage chair that he saw, oddly enough, at an electronics store.

"You can help me find out who stole some of my money. I don't like to use the phone, could I come in sometime?" the man asked, his voice raised in pitch slightly, boy did he sound paranoid, Richard thought to himself.

"Yeah, sure, come in at two, I assume you know my address?" Detective Moore replied casually, wanting to get back to his comfortable seat and newspaper. There was only a muttered affirmative and a click, Richard shrugged to himself and went back to his lounging.

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Some time later, a knock sounded at the door. Rachel opened the door and greeted the small, pudgy man in a black pinstriped suit. She had just returned with Conan, who was entirely ignoring his stack of small folders, pencils, pens, and the like.

Leave it to women to buy way too much for an Elementary school student if there's a sale…Conan thought to himself sourly, his hands behind his head as he expertly juggled a soccer ball casually back and fourth between his thighs.

The pinstriped suited man, on closer inspection, was actually much fatter than he appeared. He appeared to be in his late sixties, with a deeply wrinkled face and a pair of light gray/blue eyes, nearly always pressed together into something of a scowl. A black bowler hat sat atop his balding head. He hardly looked the likeable type at all.

Richard quickly got from his seat and greeted the smaller man with a curt handshake, making a motion for him to sit at a small table across from him, the man looked all business to Detective Moore.

"Hello Detective, my name is Aku Himidei" he said as he lowered himself, with some effort, into his seat. It groaned ominously under him as he settled his full weight upon it.

"Right, well let's get down to business then, you said that someone stole your money? Why don't you tell me what you know." Richard said in greeting, leaning back slightly and preparing to take in the story given to him.

"Well, you see Detective, I am president of the Computers, Electronics, and Software Corporation. We started small but have expanded to a veritable business empire, with several building across the globe." he began gruffly, the way he versed his words sounding as if he recited them earlier, "Two nights ago, someone slipped into the building, undetected, and was able to open one of our smaller security petty cash vaults, which held five thousand dollars. They stole the money and made off without a trace. So far several Private Investigators like yourself were unable to solve exactly who took it, or even give me any leads. So I decided to come to the famous Detective Richard Moore for his services."

Conan, whose back was turned to the two but obviously listening as his juggling became much less rapid, twisted his face into a wry smirk, obviously trying to find some irony that the man that he used to take business from he now helped to proportions where he was always the one called in if a case couldn't be solved. If there was something funny there, he was certain he wouldn't laugh.

"Well that was certainly a wise choice of you sir." Richard said, beaming mightily, seeming to deem that modesty was not the best course for this client, or ever.

"What I can tell you is that either some high tech new burglary has taken place, or what I suspect, there is a traitor in the midst of my company. I'd like you to come and investigate the crime scene and see what you can find." the elder man continued, his voice taking on an edge for the sinister.

"Have you called in the police yet? I'm sure they can dust for fingerprints, check for faulty equipment, check your financials for missing amounts of money…" Richard asked, knowing how much easier it was to work in cooperation with the police.

"No, no, Detective. This is a private matter entirely and I don't wish to bring the police into it unless it's entirely unavoidable." his voice tremored slightly, causing Richard to raise a brow is speculation, something about this guy was stinking of illegal business, "I'm also willing to pay you a fee of ten thousand dollars for just one night of your investigation."

Detective Moore's mind was wiped clean at the mentioned amount of money, if this was a cartoon, his eyes would certainly be bulging out of his head. Any thought of wanting to turn the man down because of some hidden instinct that he might be involved with bad business had left his thoughts.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get going!" Richard said, his excitement not being lost on Mr. Himidei, whose scowl lessened into what one might call a smile. Richard threw on his coat and was out the door before Rachel could even take half a step toward the coat rack.

Now what have you gotten us into Richard? Conan thought as Rachel helped him into his jacket and began to usher him out the door.