So I just watched the episode where Conan and the gang go out on that little adventure his father left for him and I was thinking about his own son...So that's where this came from. Don't ask how he was cured or anything about any of the characters, it's meant to just be a little tiny drabble. I leave the rest to your imaginations.

PS: Am I the only one who's a little bit jealous that he's lucky enough to have a father who is not only rich enough but COOL enough to leave and adventure like that for his kids? :P

Adventure

Shinichi smiled at the cracking paper in his hands. A manila envelope had arrived in the mail earlier, but he'd been off on a case then. It was one of his more saddening cases…a father had killed his own children. Once upon a time, Shinichi had been able to let even sickening cases like these just be cases. People that had committed crimes, unfortunate victims, and all the suspects and onlookers. Case closed. Today, though, he came near crying for the two little boys. It was amazing how time changed people. Though, he couldn't help but see a familiarity in the children that almost broke his heart.

Even though his legs were crossed and he wasn't actually taking up a lot of space, he had made it impossible for anyone to join him in his bed when he planted himself exactly in the middle. The shower turned off, but he didn't pry his eyes off of the symbols on his map.

"Shinichi?" a sweet voice called. "Are you home yet?"

"Yeah!" he replied. His hands rolled the paper delicately and returned it's frayed tie to it. He glanced up to see a pair of beautiful blue eyes peeking out at him.

"How was your day?"

"Same as always. Solved an 'impossible' case. You'd figure people would stop using that term after a while…"

"Don't you ever get bored of it?" She stepped out in her red towel, leaning against the dresser.

"Of course not! As long as there are criminals out there, I'll do my best…"

"To get them off the streets. You're such a superhero."

"Nah. Just a detective." He hopped off of the bed and put the paper on the nightstand. "Say, Ran?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you feel up to going camping this weekend?"

"Camping? This weekend? What brought this on…"

"Well, the kids are starting to grow up, so I figured it was time to take them out on an…adventure."

"You and adventure are never good." She crossed her arms and gave him a mother's glare. "You're going to get our kids killed."

"No, no! It's nothing like that! It's just a little old…treasure hunt. Our son is old enough now…and…well, it's sort of a tradition."

"Tradition?" He smiled, his eyes tracking over to a picture they had hung in their bedroom. Everyone was there at the odd reunion of the Detective Boys. Kogoro, Agassa, his parents…And the kids. They weren't kids anymore, but he really wouldn't see them as anything else than his little pests, and three of his greatest friends.

"My father started it…And I really want to pass it on to our kids…I can't believe it's been fifteen years." He nearly jumped as he felt her soft hand against his cheek.

"Some adventure you went on as Conan?"

"Remember that first camping trip Agasa took us on? It was that one." He motioned to the old paper. "It's something they have to see with their own eyes. I'll tell you all about it after they've started their adventure, ok?"

"Hey, I never agreed to this!" His eyes latched onto hers. She smiled at the nostalgia in them.

"May I please take our two wonderful children on a camping trip this weekend?"

"Does it have to be this weekend?"

"Yeah, the date is kind of important."

"Alright. But if they get in any danger…"

"I know, I know. No one will ever be able to figure out who murdered the greatest detective since Sherlock Holmes."

"Right."