A/N: Well, here it is. My latest fanfic. It's based of of Case Closed/Detective Conan, but I've tweaked it in several places. First off, it takes place in America. Second, the main character who's based off of Shinichi/Jimmy/Conan wasn't originally a detective at all. He was striving to be a mystery writer when he got shrunk, and then had to change that idea fast. Third, I renamed the people in the Black Organization. Actually, I renamed everybody, moved some characters around here, deleted some there, you get the idea. It's similar but not the same. Oh, yeah. And I'm going to put up lyrics before every chapter that fit what happens. I don't own the lyrics, the people who are after the lyrics and the dash own them. Or something like that. Okay, here's the preface.

Potential Detective

"A never ending dream, a dream of you . . ."

-Cascada

File 1: Preface

I stumble away. My clothes feel way too baggy. What did Artie do to the laundry this time? Man, why can't I run? I'm just out of it! My vision's going crazy, my senses are going crazy, my orientation's going crazy, my body's going crazy . . . What the heck's happening to me? I feel so . . . what's the word . . . small? Have I mentioned I'm crazy? And . . . tired . . . woah, I'm running as fast as I can and I'm hardly getting anywhere . . . are those my footprints in the snow? Why are they so tiny? And so close together? And what happened to my shoes? What's happening, period?

Panting, I lean against a dark office building. Everyone's gone for the holiday's, no doubt. There isn't even anybody on the street. It's just me. I manage to catch my breath somewhat, but I stay there so I can try to calm down. I glance up at the black glass to see how bad I look.

Big mistake.

I don't see me. At least, I don't see what I should look like.

Instead, I see what I used to look like when I was say . . . six years old!?

"AAAAAAGH!" I yell.

I scramble away from the window like it's a bomb ready to explode. Two steps down the sidewalk, I trip on my huge jeans and do a face plant in the snow. I lay there for about two seconds before I have the sudden impulse to get up. I make a dash for the nearest doorway and run inside. I never stop to wonder why it's unlocked. I never stop to wonder where my sudden impulse came from. But I don't have to.

Just as I'm out of the way, a fireball lights up the sleepy winter street. Right where I had been. Apparently, the building was rigged with a bomb after all. Stray embers drift around the street like hell's snow.

I stare at the scene for a moment, wide-eyed, before plowing right into someone. Someone's leg, actually, but whatever. Whoever this guy is, he's dressed completely in black. And he scares me.

"Finally caught you, Mr. Detective."

Wait. Just waaaaaait a minute. Detective? I am sure as heck not a detective! This guy's got his facts extremely messed up. Super extremely. Can't he see what I look like? I'm a little kid!

"Um . . . I think you're mistaking me with someone else," I laugh uneasily. Sheesh, even my voice is crazy and messed up. I sound like a mouse.

"No, there's no mistake, Wallace Doyle. Or Sammy Watson, as you like to call yourself."

"Wha . . . that's my pseudonym! How the hell do you know that? I can only begin to guess how you found out my real name, but that? Only me and a couple other people know about that name!"

"Not anymore. We know everything."

I suddenly feel like laughing. No idea why. "Okay, if you know everything, then what happened to me?"

"We tried to kill you, but you were lucky." The shady man says. His voice makes me shudder. I think up a comeback anyway.

"Well, that's obvious. I mean why–"

I don't get a chance to finish. The guy cuts me off mid-sentence.

"You won't get lucky again."

That sick guy never even answers my question. The man in black pulls out a gun with lighting fast reflexes and fires before I have the chance to react. The last thing I remember is a fiery pain in my chest. Then everything goes as black as that man's unfeeling heart.

A/N: Yay, Wallie gets shot! Not really, but . . . never mind. XD I'll post the actual first chapter in a couple of hours. Maybe sooner if people like it. (Yeah, like anyone is gonna like a measly couple dozen lines) XD Well, until a few hours then?

-Autumnchronicles