Author's Note: The Men in Black have been taken down and Jimmy has returned to normal; just so you know where we're at. Note that Kaito's organization is separate and remains active.

I've had people confused about English names in the past, so here's a spiffy list ;) (in order of appearance):

Kazuha Toyama - Kazuha Toyama (such a stretch, huh?)

Rachel Moore - Ran Mouri

Harley Hartwell - Heiji Hattori

Jimmy Kudo - Shinichi Kudo

Kaito Kuroba/Phantom Thief KID - Kaito Kuroba/Kaitou KID

For whatever reason, the moment Jimmy Kudo returned to Tokyo, Harley decided he would work with the other detective on the KID cases(which had recently sprung up in Tokyo). KID was such a difficult culprit to catch, Harley had also decided to transfer to Teitan High. Kazuha couldn't trust Harley to take care of himself, so she tagged along (that was what she said, anyway).

How Harley had become so close to Jimmy when Kazuha swore they had never met once was beyond her, but it was still a nice sight. They were like brothers; the way Harley nagged Jimmy until he become more participant.

While happy for Harley, she was pretty bored. KID heists seemed to basically consist of flustered police shouting and scurrying.

"Hey, Kazuha," Rachel whispered, taking a seat beside her, "How's it going with Harley?"

She tilted her head slightly, glancing at Rachel, "He's okay."

"No," Rachel gave her a playful jab, "I meant, how is it going with the two of you?"

"Oh, uh," Kazuha felt her shoulders tense, "Same old."

"Too bad," Rachel said, looking at Harley who was glancing over curiously, "So, you haven't told him?"

"No. . ."

"You should take the plunge."

"No way. Do ya' know what he'll say?"

"Sheez, 'Zuha."

Both girls jumped, realizing their object of discussion was standing next to them.

"Why don'tcha just tell 'im or get over it?"

Rachel laugh-coughed, "Harley, you didn't hear who we were talking about," she said frankly.

"Doesn't matter," Harley said, making a face of disgust, "You're always muttering about it. It's pathetic."

A hollow sound came from Kazuha's throat that might have passed for laughter, "Ya'd never feel that way for a girl?"

"Of course not," Harley said, oblivious to the the bold bitter note in Kazuha's voice, "It's not worth it."

Rachel was unmoving; frozen beside Kazuha, "Har-" was all she managed before it caught in her throat.

"There's no one important enough, is there?" Kazuha whispered, head facing down.

"Like anyone's that important?"

"I have to go," Kazuha whispered, her voice shaking like a shack in a storm. Quietly, she hurried to the door.

"Hold on," Harley said, turning to face her, "KID's comin' soon. It's not safe."

"Like you care," she snapped, without thought. Damn it. Trembling, she slipped through the door.

On the other side, she leaned against it, trying to calm her embarrassment and frustration.

She heard Harley inside, "What's her problem?"

Clueless idiot. She wanted to hate him, but couldn't bring herself to do it. He was right, after all. She was being pathetic.

"You're an idiot, Harley." Was that Jimmy's voice? God. When did he become a spectator?

Kazuha moved away from the door, tears slipping down her cheeks. Why did she have to like some one in such an agonizing way when that person thought agonizing love was pointless and dumb? Ha. Because, again, he was right; it was dumb. She was being pathetic and dumb.

It's okay, Kazuha told herself, you just need some fresh air to think things through.

Kaito suppressed the urge to laugh, as he whisked up the stairs. Old tricks worked so well if only you left them idle for a while. No one was expecting sleeping gas, and as such, it was a huge success. Detective Kudo most likely needed a nap, anyway. Something told him Jimmy wasn't the best at taking care of himself.

Well, better luck next time, Nakamori.

With a grin, he reached the rooftop. Holding his newly acquired jewel to the moon, he flipped it over and scrutinized it's details.

Just another jewel that wasn't Pandora. Oh, well. It was probably best to replace it while the police were still sleeping.

A sniffling noise stopped him from returning downstairs. He spun around to see a girl sitting a couple feet from him.

She stared at him with the surprise of someone who just found a worm in their apple. In the moonlight, her eyes looked a shimmering snake green. Here hair was dark, pulled into a pink ribbon with some strands falling out, giving her a slight sporty appearance. Kaito thought her clothes were trendy, but practical; a cute high-cut blouse, a skirt with leggings, and chunky boots. A tomboy?

He was, however, unable to ignore the glistening damp on her cheeks.

"Young miss, it's awfully late to be outside alone."

The girl took a visible breath. It took the surprise from her face, but caused a few tears to roll down her face, "You're. . . Phantom Thief KID?"

He nodded, lowering himself to the sitting girls height, "What could make such a beautiful lady sad?" A rose appeared in his hand and he offered it to her.

She stared at the flower before taking it. The girl inhaled it's scent deeply as though it may take her to a better world. Finally, she flicked it aside and smiled wryly. "Probably the same thing that would have you down."

Somehow Kaito doubted fish was making her miserable. "What would that be?"

"A stupid, thick-skulled detective."

"Hm. For me, it can be a nice break from, you know, clever detectives," he sat down, "Although, even a humble magician likes some competition."

Admittedly, a detective did have him down, – a rather keen detective, though – but for different reasons than the girl would assume.

Green eyes rolled, "You're a ham, ya' know that?"

A ham? Where did she get that? He decided to ignore the comment, "The detective who hurt you is probably slumbering now."

"Why?" she asked, "Come ta think of it, how come nobody's chasin' ya'?"

"I sent the police into dream world with a spell of sleep."

"Sleeping gas?"

"Nope," he said, matter-of-fact, "A spell."

"Why am I talking to you?"

"A lonely heart yearns for company." He produced a bouquet. "In case your rose is as lonely as you," he said.

A smile spread across her face, looking at the yellows and read in the bouquet, "You're not as bad as Inspector Nakamori says."

Kaito allowed himself a smirk, "That's not saying much."

She laughed and, Kaito noted with satisfaction, her face was drying.

"Ya' know, KID, I can see your face."

He shrugged, "It's an immense world, young miss. Regrettably, I doubt we'll meet again."

"I guess you're right."

He stood, sensing his cape billowing behind him, "Apologies, but I have to run."

He activated his glider and scanned the streets below.

"KID?"

"Yes."

"Thank ya."

He turned, "For what?"

She let the question pass, "My name's Kazuha Toyama, by the way."

"Kazuha, huh?" he said, thoughtfully, "I like it."

"So, what's your name?"

Now it was his turn to ignore her question, "You should probably forgive the detective. They aren't such bad guys; just terribly misguided."