Wow. 14 stories already. Most of them chapter stories!

I'm so proud!

And this story could last a while, seeing as I'm making it a series of oneshot fics. I could go on forever! Seriously!

Disclaimer: I don't own Case Closed/ Detective Conan!

Well, I guess I'd better start!


The Case Files of Jimmy Kudo

Case 1: The Very First Case
Subject: Code
Status: Solved


"Jimmy Kudo!" a very aggitated Rachel Moore yelled at him. "Would you keep your nose out of that book for one second!"

"Shh!" came urges from all around her.

The two were in Seventh Grade, not much different than they are now, except that young Jimmy Kudo still had his body and it was properly aged. Jimmy Kudo was still the mystery lover of the grade, without the world-renowned title, and Rachel had just graduated to a black belt karate champion.

As of right then, Jimmy's nose was stuck so deeply into a Sherlock Holmes novel that Rachel almost wondered if would get his nose stuck in the binding.

It was late afternoon, on June the fourteenth, and the rain had stopped. Both were at the library, picking out from a chosen selection of books a novel that they'd like to do for a book report.

But, as was his way, Jimmy became very distracted when passing through the mystery section to the teen section of the library.

Rachel, noticing his disappearance as soon as Serena was submerged enough in a romance novel, came back to the mystery section, knowing exactly where he'd be.

"Jimmy Booker Kudo!" she hissed, aware of the volume of her voice now. "We're supposed to be picking from a select list of books! Not picking something out of our own accord!"

Jimmy sighed and, without looking at her, closed the book, tucked it under his arm, and walked past her toward the Teens section.

Rachel felt as if she could strangle him. (Not that she couldn't what with her karate training, but rather, she knew she wouldn't, despite the feeling.)

Upon arrival at the section, Jimmy looked scornfully at Serena, who'd gone mushy over some stupid romance novel. Didn't she realize mystery was way better than romance? The very thought of those lovey-dovey books made him shiver.

He glanced sideways as Rachel stood next to him, eyeing the bookshelf.

"Y'know what I hate?" she asked, rather randomly.

"Your dad?" Jimmy teased.

"Jimmy!" she hissed, but smiled nonetheless. "No, I meant that they won't let you choose your own book for this assignment. It's much more fun when you read about something you're interested in,"

"I quite agree, Ms. Moore," came an imposing voice from behind them that made them both cringe.

"Hello, Mrs. Pomegranite," Jimmy and Rachel chimed together. The school librarian just had that aura around her that screamed "OLD! OLD!" None of the students liked her very much. The huge clock behind her that was the library's famous feature only heightened the effect.

"Ah, Mr. Kudo. I see you have another of your silly little detective novels with you. Kids today! Thinking they're more mature than they actually are!" she swiped the book from his arms and held it dangling in the air. Jimmy jumped for it, but Pomegranite pulled it higher at Jimmy's every jump. "What do you want it for anyway?" she asked crudely.

Jimmy stopped jumping. Rachel rolled her eyes. He never missed a chance to talk about mysteries. "Well, I find it all fascinating, the way Holmes can tell where you've been just by the mud on your shoes or the sauce in your mustache. My father has turned me on to mysteries and, as you well know, he's an accomplished writer. Plus, I found something interesting on the fifteenth page. If you'll see, there are letters on the bottom, but they don't make sense. I'd like to try and decode them myself-"

"Please, Mr. Kudo," Pomegranite interrupted. "I don't need a lecture," she sighed and turned around.

Just then, she was bowled over by a man in black, who took the book and tucked it under his arm.

Shrieks and shouts echoed through the library's high walls and many halls.


"So you and this young miss over here were the two who were talking to Mrs..."

"Pomegranite,"

"Pomegranite? What a funny name. Anyway, you were talking to her when she was er- knocked down?"

Inspector Maguire of the Tokyo police force, Homicide division, was talking to Jimmy inside the library. Although the librarian had only been slightly injured, Maguire and his men were the only ones in the department who weren't on call, and therefore, they were the ones who got stuck with the case.

The rest of the schoolchildren in the teens section were being talked to by other policemen. But Rachel and Jimmy, since they'd been the last to talk with Mrs. Pomegranite, got to talk with the large Inspector.

"Yes, sir,"

"And what were you talking about?"

"Mystery books. As a matter of fact, she'd just confiscated one from me, even though that's against the code of the library,"

"It's true Inspector," Rachel butted in. "I believe the book was called 'The Sign of the Four',"

"You were going to read that?" Maguire turned to Kudo, amazed. "Nevermind," he said, turning back to his duties. "And then some man just came in and knocked Mrs. Pomegranite over?"

"Yes, sir,"

"With no provocation?"

"No, sir,"

"If you don't mind my asking," Jimmy intervened. "How does this fall under police jurisdiction? No one was really harmed, and nothing but a library book was taken. Granted, that book did have some writing on the fifteenth page-"

"Fifteenth page?" Maguire asked, as if something sparked within him. He nodded to one of his men, who returned with an evidence bag, and held it out to the Inspector.

"This is a book we foundd just outside the library. Recognize it?"

"That's the Sign of the Four!" Jimmy and Rachel shouted together.

"Funny, it's missing a fifteenth page,"

"Then that code really was important!" Jimmy said. "Hah, Rachel! I win!"

"Fine, you win," she acknowledged.

"Alright, but how does that help us?" Maguire asked, scratching his head.

A pause.

"Sir?" Jimmy asked hesitantly.

"What?" Maguire snapped back.

"If I could have a piece of paper and a pencil please. And if you'd let me take a look at that book-"

Jimmy recieved his items, and kneeled on the floor.

Rachel smiled, wondering what amazing thing Jimmy would do next.

"What's he doing?" Meguire whispered to Rachel.

"Something Detective-y," Rachel replied.

Jimmy opened the book to page seventeen, and then began his narration. "When anything i written on a page that is on top of another object, such as a placemat or even more paper, it leaves an imprint of what was written. See?" he shaded the pencil over his piece of paper, where letters appeared from the fifteenth page that had been imprinted on the sixteenth page. "I trust you knew that Inspector,"

"Of course!"

And as much as Rachel didn't like mysteries, she couldn't help but smile widely in awe and proudness at Jimmy's trick.

Jimmy smiled too, then his smile disappeared.

UFCL QSLQFGLC EJYPCQ YR DGTC M'AJMAI
DGLB WMSP RPCYQSPC
06/25

TWO

"And just what is that supposed to mean?" Rachel asked over Jimmy's shoulder.

"My guess is that, since "Two" is the only word we can make out, "two" is supposed to help us figure out the rest of the clue,"

"And how will it do that Jimmy?" she asked.

"Well, it could be a number of ways. For instance, suppose you were to turn these all into numbers, and then match them up with other letters in the alphabet. I highly doubt that one though. Then there's the simpler system of trading the letters two spaces to the right, so that A is C and so on. But then you can also go to the left, making A Y," he paused. "Then there's the subject of that date. If it's right, the thing would take place two months from now. But if you apply the theory of "two" the thing would take place... today,"

"You seem to know your stuff, Kudo," Maguire acknowledged. "Alright, Mr. Detective, I'll get my men on it. So now, where did the thief with the page go?" Maguire asked, deciding to let Jimmy play detective for a little while.

"If you show me exactly where you found this book, I'll tell you,"


In a few minutes, Jimmy, Rachel, the Inspector and some policemen were outside. The book had been placed back in it's position, and Jimmy was looking at it with a fierce glare, his mind working it out.

The book was facing right at a forty-five degree angle. Maguire had send some men after the direction the book was pointing. Jimmy shook his head.

He stood quickly to the surprise of everyone, except Rachel, who waited to hear what her detective would say next.

"Judging from the way the book is positioned, I'd say the theif went- that way!" he pointed in the totally opposite direction than where Maguire had sent his policemen.

"What!" the Inspector shouted. "You've gotta be kidding me!"

"Rachel, if you'd help me out," he said, taking a book of the same size and shape that he'd brought out with him, off a wall. "If you would take this book and tuck it under your arm, just like that, and run down the last few stairs, going in the opposide direction of the way the book is faced. But, when you turn the corner, let go of the book lightly, almost as if you dropped it without meaning to. Okay?"

"Sir!" Rachel mock-saluted.

Jimmy rolled his eyes.

She trapsed up to the first landing of the staircase, and got ready to run.

"Okay, Rachel!" Jimmy shouted when he'd gotten out of the way.

Rachel began to run, she was careful of herself on the stairs. They were slippery and wet due to the rain. Then she ran at break-neck speed out of the library gates and to the left, "accidentally" dropping the book when she made the sharp turn.

She stopped herself to look as all the policemen gasped.

The book slid along the wet sidewalk to Jimmy's feet. He happened to be standing just outside of where the book stopped.

He smiled at them all.

"Jimmy Kudo! You're a genius!" Rachel couldn't help but say.

"Squad two!" Maguire shouted into his walkie-talkie at the quadron he'd sent to chase after the theif, "We have a new lead! Repeat: we have a new lead! Get back to the library and start looking in the opposite direction!"

The policemen continued to stare at Jimmy.

"Sir?" another policeman came out from the library.

"What?" Maguire growled.

"Well sir, we did like you told us and tried what the kid said. He was right, sir. But the decoded message is kind of a riddle,"

"Let me see!" Jimmy shouted, snatching the paper away from the policemen.

WHEN SUNSHINE GLARES AT FIVE O'CLOCK
FIND YOUR TREASURE
04/23

"Find your treasure?" Jimmy repeated. "There's a treasure at the library?"

"That's what it looks like, Jimmy," Rachel said over his shoulder. "More imporantly, it looks like what will happen, will happen today,"

"Which explains why the man couldn't let me take the book out of the library," Jimmy thought, his hand on his chin as the policemen watched. "Sir?" he asked one of them, "Do you know what time it is?"

"Why it's 4:30, young man," he responded.

"Then we don't have much time," Jimmy turned back to the paper. "When sunshine glares at five o'clock..."

"Maybe it has something to do with the clock, Jimmy," Rachel suggested.

Jimmy snapped his fingers. "Jeez, Rach. You're more genius than I am,"

"Oh, come on!" Rachel said, rolling her eyes again. She hooked Jimmy's arm in hers and made her way up the steps toward the large clock in the library.


"Rachel!" Serena shouted, waving at her.

"Hi, Serena," Rachel responded, still dragging Jimmy toward the clock. "Okay, Jimmy. Do your stuff!" she said, dropping the boy on the floor.

He looked up at the monumental clock. The policemen with the teens turned to watch the young boy they heard was solving this case.

"Hmmm... What's behind the clock?" Jimmy wondered aloud.

"My guess would be wall, Jimmy," Rachel said to him.

"I know that would be your guess. But what if there's a safe or something behind it? Something that can only be opened at five o'clock, almost like 4:58, 4:59, 5:00 is the combination,"

"I suppose it's possible," Rachel said, "Depends what's on the other side of the wall-"

"Or how thick the wall is. Then there's the size of the treasure. Because it doesn't say the treasure's nature, we don't know how large of a space it would take to hold it. And therefore, we can't guess if the thickness of that particular wall would be thick enough to hold the treasure,"

"So many "What if" s,"

"The best we can do is ask someone who knows the library's architecture about the clock, what's behind it, and the wall it's mounted on. Not to mention, how to get up there. After all, it would draw attention to the treasure-seeker if he brought in a ladder an just started to climb it and pull at the clock. There has to be an alternate route,"

"What about over there?" Rachel asked, pointing to a darkened portion of an elevated floor of the library. It's wrought-iron rail gave an imposing look to it.

"That's a restricted section, Rachel,"

"But, we could see if there's a passage to the clock. See how the walls next to it jut out, like it's in it's own little alcove? There could be a passage up there that could lead us to the clock. The library closes at five today, so maybe they think it wouldn't draw attention,"

"Why does the library close at five?"

"April 23rd. Shakespeare's birthday and deathday," Rachel responded.

"Oh. Slightly too perfect timing," Jimmy said. "Let's check it out, unless we can't be up there. It is a restricted section, Rach,"

"Jimmy, if we've got the police, we can go anywhere," Rachel reminded him. And it was true. Police workers had the right to investigate any place, provided they had a warrant. But at the time, nothing seemed like it could stop them.

"Inspector?" Jimmy called to the man, who was watching intently. "Do you think it would be possible to have some men check and see if there's a possible way to get from the restrictes upper floor of the library over to that clock?"

"Sure, sure, kid," the Inspector said. This guy really was good! He'd have to enlist the kid one day.

He gave a signal and a squadrant was seen up in the restricted section a minute later.

"Time?" Jimmy called to no one imparticular.

"Jimmy," Rachel said. "There's a huge clock right in front of you,"

"Hehehehe... oops!" Jimmy sweatdropped.

The clock said 4:50.

"Fifteen minutes," Rachel said aloud.

"Sir! There's nothing up here!" a woman called.

"What?" came surprised voices from Jimmy, Rachel, and the Inspector. As it was, they seemed to be doubting themselves.

"We can't seem to find anything, sir,"

"Either there is a door up there we're looking for, or something's in the way of the door we're looking for," Jimmy said. "Or we could be completely wrong in the first place and not even be looking in the right spot,"

"Your assumptions so far have been corrrect, Jimmy. Why shouldn't they be now?"

"Because I haven't had the chance to really think this through thoroughly. But we don't have time for that. So either that is it, or it isn't,"

A pause, in which one question went through all of their heads.

"If this isn't it,... what is?"

"Five of!" Serena reminded.

A sudden bright light came up in the hall, illuminating the restricted section as if it had lights.

"Is that the... sun?" Rachel asked.

The spot of light came closer, illuminating more and more of the library hall as it passed. For minutes everyone stood in absolute silence, just watching the light consume the hallway.

"Two of!" someone shouted.

"Look!" Maguire ordered his men at the door in the restricted section.

But Jimmy's mind was at work. The note said something about sunlight's glare. What would that have anything to do with what they were working on?

The sunlight had almost reached the clock now.

As it came closer the brilliant light reflected off the glass cover of the clock, sending the light straight at Rachel and Jimmy.

Rachel shielded her eyes. But Jimmy couldn't look away.

The second hand was almost at the twelve now.

The clock had been engulfed by the sun.

"That's it!" Jimmy shouted just as the second hane reached its destination. "When sulnight glares at five o'clock! We're not looking at the clock! We're looking at its glare!"

He turned and sprinted toward the spot on the floor where the glare on the clock seemed to point.

It was an area rug, small and round. Jimmy flipped it over and was blinded momentarily by a glare reflected from the sun, off the clock, and again off a little metal latch in the hardwood floor.

He took the latch in his hands and began to pull. Rachel joined him. The room went silent as the wooden door lifted and the secret hiding place beneath was opened.

The sun danced beautifully across the jewels and coins buried beneath the library floor. The reflection illuminated the surprised faces of Jimmy and Rachel, who knelt next to the crevice in awe.

"Thank you, kid," came a voice from behind them.

A click.

Jimmy knew that whoever it was had a gun.

Rachel and Jimmy turned slowly as they faced the man in black clothes who had come for the treasure.

"And I thought I'd have to do this all by myself," he said. "But your childish brain seemed to figure it our before me," his eyes narrowed. "Those are my jewels, kid. And you'd be wise to step away from them before you or your lovely lady friend get hurt,"

"Police!" Maguire shouted, his men poitning guns at the man.

"You really don't want to do that," he said, motioning toward the schoolchildren who'd been detained for questioning. It seems he brought some friends along, as they were all pointing guns at the innocent bystanders.

Maguire and his men were still up in the restricted section of the library, there was no way to get a clean shot, and no way to get down there in time. "Hold fire," Maguire sighed dejectedly.

"Smart man," the thief nodded toward Maguire. "Now are you a smart boy?" he asked Jimmy.

"Jimmy!" Serena called, throwing something at him.

"What the-" the thief started, but it was too late.

Serena had thrown Jimmy a globe, which Jimmy delghted in kicking right into the thief's gun hand. The gun went off, grazing Jimmy slightly on the shoulder. "Rachel, now!" Jimmy shouted.

Rachel took no time in hitting the man with her hardest kick right in the groin. And it was a hard kick. It knocked him out.

"Boss!" All of his men shouted. And, being the stupid lackeys they were, dropped their guns to go help their leader.

"Freeze!" came the call from the police, who'd taken the time during the commotion to leave the restricted section and come back down to the main floor. They pointed guns at the thief's goons.

"Jimmy! You're bleeding!"


Jimmy was released from the hospital a few days after the incident. He recieved very many thanks from the police force, and the newspapers delighted in telling the story of the middle-school boy who'd helped the police solve a case.

His appearance in school the day after was an exciting one, with all of his classmates joining up to get the full story from him instead of from the newspapers.

Rachel and Serena didn't mind telling their part in the story too

From then on, Jimmy would never have the same reputation.

And there would be many more mysteries to solve.


End 1


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