Prompt: huddling for warmth (Kaitou Kid and Conan are trapped in a walk-in freezer safe during a heist)

Characters/Relationships: Kid & Conan gen

"This reminds me of the time when the kids and I got trapped in a cold storage delivery truck," Conan said. He was currently shivering underneath the bulk of Kid's discarded cape - stupid, heavy thing - his arms crossed. "There was a corpse in the back with us. The drivers had murdered him."

"Oh? How did you get out of that one?"

"We sent a message out via a cat, so it could reach Amuro-san-"

"That scary guy from the train? That guy with the bombs and the gun who tried to kill me? 'I knew your mother, prepare to die!' or something like that. That guy?"

"It's a long story," Conan said, with a huff. "And not relevant. Any luck with that lock yet?"

Kid, clad in his usual white suit and hat, was poking at the door with two lock picks. "No," he said, glaring at the thing. "I think the cold temperature made the lock mechanism malfunction. Jeez, that old man."

Suzuki Jirokichi had commissioned a custom made walk-in freezer to display the Damask Diamond (so named for the pink color that was like a damask rose). The diamond was encased within a large block of ice, a block that was right next to Conan now, coincidentally.

There was a pane of reinforced glass on one wall of the freezer, so museum-goers could view the gem.

"Kid can't pull his usual tricks this time!" Jirokichi had boasted. "Even if he gets inside the freezer, he won't be able to easily transport the ice block or melt it down! We'll trap him inside!"

Obviously - obviously - Conan had to end up trapped in here, too.

"It's technically your fault, meitantei," Kid said grumpily. "You chased me in here by aiming your soccer ball of doom-"

Well, of course, Kid had gotten the freezer door open and he had to be stopped, and anyway-

"-you shot a card at me and knocked me into the door," Conan reminded him.

Which meant the damned thing had shut, the lock re-engaged, and both of them stuck in their current predicament.

For the umpteenth time, he tried sending a message to Inspector Nakamori on his phone, but he couldn't get any reception or WiFi signal from within the freezer. (He really should've remembered not to leave his Shounen Tantei badge in his other pair of pants.)

Ugh, he thought, shifting underneath the folds of Kid's cape. If Kid couldn't get the door opened, what other way-? Wait for help-?

He knew that the police were, at the moment, preoccupied with some ridiculous trap that Kid had set downstairs.

Conan was startled out of his thoughts when Kid scooped him up and settled him in his lap, rearranging his cape so it draped over both of them.

"What the hell are you doing?" he said. "Hey!"

"My hands are starting to freeze even through my gloves," Kid said, who pressed his gloved hands against Conan's sides like they were a furnace. "I can't pick the lock with cold fingers."

"I'm not your personal heater," Conan said flatly. "Kid-niichan, don't tell me you're trying to take away remaining body heat from the seven year old who isn't wearing a full piece suit."

"Your little kid act doesn't work on me," Kid said. "You want to get out of here, don't you?"

"Lock picking likely isn't going to work, if the mechanism got messed up," Conan said, putting his hand underneath his chin. He gazed up at the glass pane in front of them, his mind racing.

"How did you plan on retrieving the diamond?" he asked.

"That's a trade secret, tantei-kun~"

From his position on Kid's lap, Conan kicked Kid's shin. Hard. The thief yelped, then said, "Fine, I bribed a museum official with my autograph to not put the diamond within a block of ice. It's actually in a plastic container, with a thin sheet of ice on the outside. Much easier to break and carry out."

"Well," Conan said, studying the encapsulated diamond, "I've never stolen a jewel before."

Kid looked at the diamond, looked at the reinforced glass of the freezer wall, and made a soft hmm noise. "Ah. I see."

It was a matter of pressure: the diamond and the second soccer ball in Conan's belt.

Long story short, they escaped amongst a shower of broken glass. Kid left Conan with his cape still draped over him - "Your lips are blue. Take a hot shower with your Ran-neechan later!" (He subsequently dodged the tranquilizer needle Conan sent his way.)

Kid departed with the diamond in hand, but it was mailed to the Mouri Detective Agency the next day, addressed to Honorary Kaitou Edogawa Conan.

There was even a little doodle of a bespectacled boy with a cowlick and a bowtie, who was wearing a top hat.

Idiot, Conan thought, staring at the envelope. Taking a gem out of its case as part of a plan to make sure he didn't freeze to death - that didn't properly count as stealing.