Ohiya! Me and my friend conan44ed decided to come up with a story together about Sherlock and John shrinking into little kids and meeting with Conan! We both come up with the ideas and I write! Anyway, I hope you like it! Please leave a review and favorite! Farewell and Enjoy!

-Let there be midnight!

WE NO OWN DETECTIVE CONAN OR SHERLOCK HOLMES

Black Organization Strikes Again

Prologue

Sherlock raced down the dark alleyway, John trailing in close behind. Moriarty ran up ahead, laughing hysterically while glancing at the two behind him every so often.

"Moriarty, you aren't getting away this time!" Sherlock screamed to the villain as he forced his legs to pound onward even faster. Moriarty's bellowing laughter increased as it echoed off the closed in walls surrounded the three.

"Sherlock!" John screamed the warning as he saw that the younger detective didn't notice the wooden piece of wood in his way. Sherlock didn't seem to hear John as he stumbled and fell to the ground letting streams of curses escape his mouth as he sat up a little, glaring at the wood with hope that it would disintegrate.

"Damn piece of wood." Sherlock grumbled to himself as John came to a stop and held a hand for him to take.

"Watch out next time." John scolded him, both of them unaware of the dark figure slowly creeping up on them with a bat dangling from his hand, ready to strike.

"There's no time to!" Sherlock argued, looking in front of him to see that Moriarty had disappeared from around a corner. "He escaped!" he groaned in frustration as he took John's hand. Before John could haul Sherlock up again so they could continue their cat and mouse chase with the criminal, the dark figure that had been creeping up behind them was swinging the bat back and forth before hitting John in the head with full force, knocking him unconscious. "John!" Sherlock cried as he saw John fall to the ground. "John!" he called out once more before turning around to face the culprit. Before he could get a full glance or even say one word, the man swung the bat at Sherlock's head, knocking him fully unconscious.

Moriarty laughed slightly as he came out from behind the corner he had hidden behind, clapping his hands joyfully. "Ah, two cats caught by a mouse's trick." He grinned as he leaned in front of the unconscious teens before him. The man with the bat looked up at Moriarty with a questioning glance as his eyes shifted back to the two laying on the ground, oblivious to what was about to happen to them.

"What are we going to do with them?" he asked, earning a sigh from the other. Moriarty took two pills out from his pants pocket and tossed them up and down in his hand as he held his other hand out expecting the figure clad in black to hand him something. "What?" he asked with a raised eyebrow in confusion.

"The water you moron! The water to drain the pills down!" he yelled in slight anger and irritation. The man seemed nodded in realization, fishing for the flask in his pocket.

"Oh, sorry." he quickly apologized, handing him the flask of water. Moriarty just rolled his eyes in annoyance as he bent down over Sherlock with a grin slipping silently on his face.

"Sweet dreams," he whispered as he slipped the pill in his mouth, draining it down with water and doing the same with John.

"You'll need it."