Happy Kaitou Kid day (12/14)! I was going to draw a picture and put it on dA, but school kept me from doing it. So here ya goes! This will also be counting as my holiday and New Year's fic.

Disclaimer: As a matter of fact, I DO own Detective Conan/Magic Kaito. Yeah, I wish.

Chapter One: Shrunk!

The Kaitou Kid slipped from the smoke-filled building, his prize for the night safely tucked away in his breast pocket. The structure was only three stories, not high enough to use his hang-glider, so he left through the side door and was making a run for it. He barely made it ten meters when a loud crack split the air and a bullet embedded itself in his leg. A strike to the back of his head knocked him to the ground, barely conscious and fading fast. He still felt it when his assailant placed some kind of pill in his mouth, though. Pouring some water in after it, the thief instinctively swallowed, taking whatever was in that thing down with it. He was thrown against a wall and heard footsteps running away. A fire blazed through his body and his Poker Face melted as he cried out in pain. In almost no time at all he had fainted from the burn, and it was clear that he was going to die there.

Conan slipped through the smoke after Kid, having escaped his little traps early. By the time he got out and had started looking around, the attacker had fled, but he still heard the cry from the side street. Upon seeing his enemy against the wall, wounded and trembling, he called Ran to say that he'd be going home with Agasa-hakase, followed by a call to hakase himself asking to be picked up. He gave their location as Kid spasmed, knowing that it wouldn't be fair to turn him in like this. He wanted to be able to catch him under normal circumstances, just him against Kid with no help on either side, no third party. Until then, since the fever and spasms indicated that someone had fed him the same damned poison that had shaved a few feet off of the meitantei, it would be best to just keep him out of sight and hide. In a few minutes the yellow Beetle was waiting in front of him.

"Come on, help me get him into the car," he said, pulling Kid up.

"We're rescuing the Kaitou Kid?" Ai asked dryly.

"Just give me a hand here."

Agasa came over and lifted him, setting him in the backseat. Conan ended up with Kid's head in his lap. Removing the hat to see how badly he was injured, he caught a wound bleeding heavily in the back of the head. He rubbed his own head in a similar place, the same place Gin had struck him that first day. Judging from the heat and how long it had been since his discovery, they would likely know soon if Kid would live or die.

He was not disappointed. In a moment the body began to steam as a bright light shone from its core. As that light outlining the teenager shrank, so did his body until a small child lay panting in Conan's lap.

"Hakase, do you have those things I asked you to bring?"

"Yeah, the first-aid kit should be under the seat."

The detective thanked him and pulled out some bandages, wrapping them around his enemy's head and calf. "He'll probably wake up in a few hours; it's his first time and he needs to recover. Do you mind if we stay at your house for a while?"

"Of course you may, Shinichi. Do you have an excuse set up for Ran-kun?"

"No, I'll call her right now," he decided, dialing her cell phone.

"Moshi-moshi?"

"Ran-neechan? Agasa-hakase said that I could stay there tonight; may I?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Thanks, Ran-neechan!" He chirped, ending the call. "And now we wait for Kid to wake up."

"Kudou-kun, how did you find him?"

"I got out of the heist to start looking for him early and I just found him collapsed against the wall. It looks like he was attacked. From what we all know just happened, he was given that same poison that we took."

"Did you see anyone?"

"No; they had already escaped by the time I got there. What should we do now?"

"I suppose there's nothing we can do until we get back home. Once we're there, we can better treat his injuries and get him into some fresh clothes."

"Speaking of which…" Agasa said as they pulled into the driveway. "We're here."

"I'll carry him," Conan offered, slinging the smaller Kid over his shoulder and walking inside. When he left the bedroom the thief had been changed into a set of his own clothes, his monocle removed and his head decently bandaged.

"Who knew you were so good at first aid, Kudou-kun?"

"It's nowhere near good enough to help much; my main goal was to stop the bleeding. He still needs a proper doctor to take a look at him."

"Great. Where do we find someone who won't ask questions of someone who takes a seven-year old boy in with a bullet in his leg and a head wound?"

"Maybe Araide-sensei will help us. He seems to be pretty used to things like this."

"Remember? The last time we asked for help like this, that was Vermouth. And we never suspected a thing. I could try to do it, but I'm not certain how it would turn out."

"To be honest, I think I'd trust you more than a professional. Do you need help?"

"Just someone to help me get the bullet out and hold his leg still."

"I'll give you a hand. Any place in particular we should do this?"

"Here should be all right; I don't exactly have space for him downstairs in a position where I'd be able to reach where I needed to go."

"What do you need me to get?"

"Nothing; I'll go get what I need. Just get the wound exposed."

Conan flipped the child onto his belly, tilting his head to one side to permit breathing and rolling up his left pant leg.

"Hopefully this will work out. Even so, we should get someone to look at him after we get the bullet out. What's a good excuse for a child?"

"An accident while he was skateboarding?"

"Is it even possible to get injured on the inside of the leg like that with a skateboard accident?"

"Haibara, it's possible to get injured just about anywhere with a skateboard accident. If we really needed to, then we could just say that I hit him. It's not that unbelievable, and I can just put on a couple band-aids."

"All right, Kudou-kun. Who should we call?"

"Probably Araide-sensei, he's close and would be willing to come here. How long will it take to get the bullet out?"

"Somewhere between five and fifteen minutes, most likely. It could take a bit longer if I need to make it look more like a skateboard injury than a shot."

"I'll call him now, then. It'll probably take a good twenty-five minutes to get here." Agasa said, picking up the phone and dialing the number. "Hello, Araide-san? Could you please come here; Conan-kun ended up hitting a child while he was skateboarding and he's pretty badly injured. No, Conan-kun's fine. An injured leg and a head wound. Well, you may know how fast Conan-kun goes on his board. Yes, we've bandaged him up but we don't want to take any chances. Yes, there is a chance of infection. Okay, we'll see you then." He turned to the three by the couch. "We have twenty minutes before he shows up."

"Okay. Can you help me stitch him up and disguise the wound?"

"What about my skateboard? Will he ask to see it?"

"I have some red paint that I was using; I'll go get it."

"Thanks, hakase. Haibara, I'll help you with Kid. Now what do you need me to do?"

"If we open the wound a bit further around the sides and stitch the top up, then it should pass as a skateboarding accident. I can cover that as well; the stitches should be nearly invisible if we're careful. I think I can trust you to open the wound and make it look realistic; his head will be fine, poorly done as it is, since just about anyone knows that if the victim's head is damaged you start fixing things there. We can say we just found him."

"Okay," Conan agreed, picking up the scalpel next to him and cutting roughly around the edges of the hole while Ai worked around him to piece together the skin above and below.

"Okay, there's 'blood' on your skateboard. Are you two almost done? Araide-san will be here soon."

"Yeah, this should do it." Conan stepped back, wiping down the scalpel. Ai was just finishing up when a knock came from the door.

"Come on, Kudou-kun, we need to get this stuff out of here." She said, gathering the tools and running downstairs. He followed her with the other armful as Agasa welcomed the doctor in and showed him Kid on the couch.

"Well, it looks like you did a pretty good job with his head, but the leg has me worried. It doesn't look infected, but it seems a bit deep. Are you sure a skateboard could have caused this much damage?"

"Well, Conan-kun has a tendency to go extremely fast, to the point where he didn't even notice him."

"All right. It looks like there isn't anything serious; he just needs a few stitches." Araide decided, taking out a small needle and some thread. Fifteen minutes and some fresh bandages ended his visit, leaving Kid flipped onto his back again. "Just wait for him to wake up and call me if there's anything wrong."

"We'll do that. Thank you, Araide-san."

"You're welcome," he said, nodding and walking out.

"And now we wait for him to wake up." Ai said.

"That probably won't take long; it's been a few hours since he shrank. Another half-hour, maximum."

"I'll go make some soup for him, then. Anything else?" Agasa asked, turning for the kitchen.

"Well, we can certainly expect that he's going to be worried and expect that the police are either here or are on their way. Therefore, it's important to explain to him that we aren't his enemies. Waking up comfortable may help; I'll go get a blanket. I can't really help it, but he's also likely to think he died, and he'll probably be very scared because he isn't in his costume. After he wakes up we can discuss where he'll stay. I'd assume he'd be with me because of the physical similarities; he could be my brother."

"You realize that you're offering to take in the Kaitou Kid?"

"Yeah. I'm probably going to slap myself for it later."

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