Thoughts on a Certain Girl!

By No1butjoe

A/N: I've decided to do another Case Closed one-shot. Hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer - I don't own Case Closed or any of the characters.

Summary - Jimmy (as Conan) stays awake at night, thinking of a certain girl who happens to be asleep in the next room. Jimmy's P.O.V.

I seem to be sleeping less and less these days. My alarm clock usually goes off just as I'm about to fall asleep. I know it's not healthy, but it's not my fault if my mind wanders when I'm alone in my bedroom, staring at the ceiling. What thoughts occupy my mind, you ask?

Rachel.

My oldest friend since we were kids. The one person I can always count on. The girl I've been lying to for the past year and a half. I sigh and turn over, now staring the wall, watching the light flicker shadows on it.

Why can't I just call her on the phone and tell her how I feel about her? I ask myself. It's not like it'll be the end of the world if she rejects me.

But I know I'm lying to myself. I wouldn't be able to stand living with Rachel anymore if she rejected me, not to mention that she'd get suspicious if I suddenly became depressed. I shake my head, willing those thoughts out of my mind. I can't tell her. Not until everything is settled and an antidote is found.

"Conan? What are you doing still awake?"

Great, Rachel woke up. I put on a fake smile and laugh a little to throw her off track.

"Oh, sorry, Rachel, I was just thinking," I reply, hoping against hope I had fooled her.

"Oh, come on, Conan, you're as bad a liar as Jimmy."

Damn! Time to change the subject!

"You still miss him, don't you, Rachel?" I ask, lowering my head in shame of knowing what the answer will be.

"Of course," she says, smiling slightly. "How can't I? He's my best friend. I want to see him again, just to-to, oh, I don't know!"

I do, I think.

"I love him, Conan, and nothing can ever change that."

I widen my eyes at this bit of news.

"I just wish he'd come home," she continues. "I hope he's okay."

She suddenly brightens and smiles at me, tucks me in, and heads for the door. Something in me tells me to stop her.

"Rachel?"

She turns as she's about to shut off the light and close the door.

"What is it?" she asks, giving me her full attention.

You can't, Jimmy, I scold myself. Saying it could put her at risk, something you do NOT want to happen!

I smile, hiding the truth behind my bangs.

"Never mind, Rach, it's nothing."

Someday. Someday, I'll be able to tell you the truth. Just, please, wait for me.

A/N: Yes, I know it's short, but I'm gonna do a follow-up on Rachel thinking about Jimmy called "Thoughts on a Detective". Look for it soon!