I do not own the rights to Detective Conan. And I never will so all of this story is based off the works of Aoyama Gosho. This is valid for all future chapters of this story as well. Please world do not sue me for not putting this at the top of all the chapters. Thanks for reading.

Chapter 1: This is why I watch TV

The evening started off quiet enough in the home of the Sleeping Kogoro. Kogoro was getting drunk in front of the TV, Ran was dusting random areas, and Conan was sprawled along the couch reading the latest manga Mitsuhiko loaned him. But as the hour hand on the clock indicated it was eight Ran put down her duster and grabbed the remote from the sluggish hand of her father. She then proceeded to change the channel much to the dismay of the drunken detective.

"Ran, let me have the remote, Yoko is about to come on!"

"Dad, you promised I could watch the new drama Love Never Forgets. Sonoko highly recommended it."

"That was before I knew Yoko was going to be the guess judge in this week's episode of Japan's Got Talent. They will rerun that drama at least a dozen more times this week. Yoko is more important!"

"But I have to watch it, Sonoko is going to ask me about it in school tomorrow!"

A staring contest ensued and Conan couldn't help looking up from the manga to laugh at the scene laid before him. Living with his childhood friend was odd at times, but the lack of hormones from being in a child's body made it easier for him to hide his teenage thoughts and desires. But often enough Ran's kindness and sometimes childish nature would break through leading to an unexpected hug and Conan's cheeks turning a light shade of pink. What could easily be mistaken as little boy's embarrassment was actually love. But Shinichi's love for Ran would never be recognized while he continued to lead the life of the precocious eight year old, crime solving, soccer loving , Conan Edogawa. Since becoming Conan and living a new and all around fulfilling life as miniature detective, Shinichi had visions of the day he would return to normal. A glorious, but painful day that would mark the metaphoric death of Conan.

'Why am I having an identity crises at time like this,' Shinichi would think to himself as these thoughts would occasionally claw their way into his conscious mind. But while he desperately tried to once again lock away these tedious thoughts Shinichi would be forced to ask himself, 'Who am I really, Shinich or Conan?'

"Conan, Conan, are you listening?" Luckily for Conan, Ran's voice broke through his inner darkness and was able to return him to reality.

"Sorry Ran-neechan I was day dreaming. What's up?"

"Otousan and I need a tie breaker, what should we watch? Yoko or Love Never Forgets?"

It didn't matter at that moment whether Shinichi was himself or Conan, he could honestly care less about either of the shows. But before he was about to vocalize his obvious decision a sudden change on the TV screen caught Conan's eye.

In a flash Conan tossed his manga aside, took the remote from the confused Ran and turned up the volume.

"Breaking news! Outside Tokyo International Airport a dead body of a male foreigner was found hidden under a rental car in the airport's parking lot. Also alongside the victim a second unconscious female victim, also a foreigner, was found. The body is currently in police custody and second victim was taken to the hospital to be treated. Our reports show that she is now out of intensive care, but has yet to wake up from her comatose state. Neither of the victims has yet to be identified due to lack of identification on their persons. Police have yet to reveal cause of death of the first victim, but this picture of the second victim has been released. If anyone knows of the identity of this woman it is asked by the police that you call the tip line below." At that moment a picture of sleeping foreigner in a hospital bed was flashed on the screen with the hot-line number below. The female foreigner was brunet with messy natural curls, a round face and dark circles under her eyes. A side panel next to the photo indicated her sex (female), height (5'3"), and approximate age to be 23. This was looking to be one interesting case in Conan's mind.

"Wow what an odd incident," Ran said as she took back the remote from Conan and made the judicial decision to change the channel to her drama. At the moment as well Mouri got up and adjusted his tie.

"Maybe I should call Megure-keibu and see if the police requires the dazzling intellect of Meitantei Mouri Kogoro," than he gave out one of his obnoxious loud mouth laughs, but suddenly his laughter was cut short by the sound of the office's phone downstairs.

"Ha, that must be police now! I knew they would call." With that Mouri zoomed out of the apartment and went down stairs. Conan followed close behind with almost the same level of excitement.

'This is going to be a good case,' Conan thought to himself with a large grin on his face. As he entered the office he say Oji-san pick up the phone any proudly announce the residence of Mouri Kogoro and asked how he could be of service to the police. But within a moment Kogoro went silent. His grin turned into an expression of confusion and slight interest and with this look Conan's grin faded as well. For a few minutes all Kogoro did was nod slowly in response to what he was being told.

'This is no ordinary police call,' Conan thought to himself and slid into Mouri's desk chair and try listen in on strange phone conversation taking place. By way in which Kogoro responded when he first picked up the phone Conan was sure he was talking to Megure, however Conan could not make out Megure's words on the other end of the line. Kogoro's simple grunts and head nods were killing Conan, he just had to known what was going on. But as he leaned in closer Kogoro suddenly turned his head and faced Conan strait on.

"Yes he's right here, I' bring him to the hospital right away." At that moment Kogoro placed the phone on the receiver and grabbed Conan by the back of his shirt and lightly tossed him on the ground facing the door. "Go grab your coat brat the police need to see you right away." Kogoro's words stunned Conan more than the throw.

"Why," was all Conan was able to ask as he picked himself off the ground and grabbed his coat that had been lying on the arm of the office's sofa.

"The unconscious victim from the new woke up and she's asking for you."