Hello to anyone that reads this. This is my first fanfiction so review so I know what you liked and what Ii need to work on. This first chapter is pretty short but I will have out more soon.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything(except my imagination)

It all started the day a mysterious letter arrived to the Mouri Detective Agency. It was addressed to Shinichi from Vermouth. It was a nice sunny day,
Conan had just gotten home from school to find Ran and Kogoro making a fuss.

"What is it Ran-neechan? Is it a case" asked Conan in one of his innocent voices.

"We're not sure what it is. A strange letter arrived addressed to Shinichi, Conan-kun. I told Dad not to open it but he insisted anyways." sighed Ran as she glanced over at her Dad.

"Not like it mattered it must have been some code or somethings. The letter just had the names of some alcohols and said to be careful, Kogoro muttered . I don't what it means, but it did get me in the mood for drinking"
"Don't even think about Dad, you know we need to save money." scolded Ran.

"Can I have a look at it Oji-san?", Conan asked.

"This isn't a game for a brat like you to play. It isn't even addressed to to you kid, so go away.", growled Kogoro.

"But it isn- Conan got cut off before he could even convince him.

"No Buts. Now go do homework over watch tv.", Yelled Kogoro.

"Come on Dad it's not like it will hurt anybody, he might even find something.", Ran whined.

"Fine, if will make both of you shut up.", Kogoro wailed.

Conan got ahold of the letter and was terrified at what it said.

LETTER

Hello there Silver Bullet-kun. I just wanted let you know Gin and Vodka are becoming suspicious since they still haven't

found a body. They are hot on your trails. I'm afraid Bourbon, Kir, nor myself will not be able to help you this time as

we are currently under careful watch of the Organization.

P.S. Good Luck and say hi to Angel for me

Back to Agency

"What's with that scary look Conan-kun?", Ran asked.

"It's nothing, I just remembered I have to do. I'll see you guys later." Conan answered.

Just then, not forgetting to put the letter in his pocket he took off to gather everyone who knew his identity. Hoping the best not knowing he would soon have to fight the Black Organization that had turned him small.