Revenge

AN: Thanks again for Kencha my wonderful beta-reader who helped a lot with the grammar and phrases making this fanfic readable and gave some really good suggestions. Thank you, too, for the reviews! If you find any mistakes, please do tell. Also, constructive criticism is always welcome. This chapter was edited and had some minor plot changed.

Enjoy the story!


Looking for listening devices was difficult. He had made it a habit since he became Conan and a bit paranoid about his identity. Since Amuro worked at the Café just downstairs he tried to do it every day. Despite his hatred for Akai, the two had something in common: when they wanted something, they 'accidentally' made too much food. At least once every other week, Amuro would come up to the Agency with an 'extra' plate of sandwiches when, in reality, he was visiting to replant destroyed taps or tag along on a case with Kogoro.

Conan didn't necessarily remove the bugs immediately, but it was always better to know where he should watch what he was saying and where to find them when they needed to be destroyed.

While checking his and Kogoro's room was easy (he could look around before going to bed), other places were a bit more...difficult.

He usually checked Ran's room after school when she wasn't home yet— elementary school did let out earlier than high school after all. Sometimes, though, that was impossible because of the Detective Boys. When they roped him into playing football or taking on a lost cat case or yet another role-play of Kamen Yaiba's latest thrilling adventure, he would come home later than Ran. That meant no search.

When that happened (and it happened a lot), he could sneak into her room for a few brief moments while she was in the shower. He never got to thoroughly look before she got out, but it was better than nothing. She did answer some of his Shinichi-calls in her room, after all, and it could be dangerous if the wrong people overheard.

The office was even more difficult because Kogoro was there all the time and if he wasn't (typically Friday nights meant he was off playing pachinko or mahjong, getting drunk, or failing fabulously at flirting), Ran was. Furthermore, this was the place where he found most of the taps. So most times he had to look for them under the pretence of a lost rubber, pencil, Kamen Yaiba toy-capsule, worksheet, book etc. Sometimes he got lucky and both weren't at home or Kogoro was but he was too drunk to care. These times he would look extra carefully, checking every surface and hiding place, especially those places where lost things couldn't possibly be, like the box with Kogoro's Yoko-recordings.

Checking at Agasa's was easy. He would either accompany Ai to their house or look for bugs when they played hide and seek with the Detective Boys.


A few days after he had destroyed KID's bug, a beautiful white dove with a little camera on its leg began following him around— KID again. Not that Conan was particularly surprised. He and KID both knew Conan wouldn't harm the doves, and it seemed that this one was instructed to keep its distance.

That didn't mean Conan liked being watched.

After conducting a bit of research, Conan found exactly what he was looking for. He went into Poirot Cafe and asked Azusa for some honey sticks. Though she gave him a strange look, she happily obliged. As he left the cafe, he made sure that the dove could see the treat as he walked along the sidewalk. This dove was well-trained and well-loved. Conan had no doubt the dove would recognize the sweet, sugary goodness of the honey stick the second it was offered.

Standing just outside the agency, Conan held out the honey stick, looking intently at the dove. The dove perked up and swooped down, attacking the honey stick with all the excitement of a child on Christmas morning. As the dove enjoyed its treat, Conan carefully removed the camera from its leg. He wrapped the tiny device in a handkerchief and tucked it into his pocket. He would place it opposite the place where Ran got fish. After all, the kids once mentioned that 'Shinichi' had ichthyophobia.


About a week after he had removed Amuro's taps, he came home late after being dragged around by the Detective Boys. Unsurprisingly, he found Kogoro drunk and sleeping on his work desk, surrounded by empty beer cans. He opened the fridge, and to his surprise, there were neatly packed sandwiches. Amuro must have learned that Ran wouldn't be home this weekend due to karate practice. Since he'd made the effort to come upstairs, there would be at least one new bug in the office, especially since it had been more than a few days after Conan had removed the last batch.

Conan combed through the entire room, careful not to wake Kogoro, but he came up empty-handed. Well, he found taps, but they were supposed to be there. Twice more, he searched the agency's main floor from what he thought was top to bottom. Still, nothing. At last, he had the idea to look up. Examining the ceiling lamp closely with his glasses' zoom function, he found it.

There it was. Stuck on the ceiling light was the listening device. How Amuro was able to stick it there was difficult to say— he likely got the stool from the kitchen, climbed on it and stuck the tap up there while Kogoro slept. While a simple stool was enough for Amuro to reach the ceiling, it was a different story for Conan altogether.

Praying that Kogoro wouldn't wake up anytime soon, he decided to remove the bug now. First, he pushed the coffee table under the lamp. Next, he stacked a chair on top and precariously piled some books on the chair's seat. Even with that much added height, Conan still struggled to reach that annoying little piece of electronics. And once he did?

Revenge would be sweet.


A few days after Tantei-kun destroyed his taps like the little devil he was, Kaito decided that to make sure that this wouldn't happen again, he needed to make his bugs mobile. More precisely, he would use one of his beloved doves to spy on the tiny detective.

Yesterday, he told Mina to follow Tantei-kun around from a distance. Kaito hadn't had much time last night to watch the recorded footage, and he had a bit of time before class started. What better time than the present? thought Kaito as he took out his phone.

At first, Mina stayed out of sight like the little sneakster she was, but Tantei-kun soon began to realize he was being watched. He looked over his shoulder at every crosswalk, stealing glances at suspicious people as they walked by him on the street. Kaito almost felt guilty for triggering the boy's obvious paranoia.

And then Tantei-kun locked eyes with the camera.

Rolling his eyes, the boy smirked— smirked!— and mouthed, 'Nice try, KID' very clearly to the camera. Tantei-kun turned on his heel (he'd been leading whoever was following him away from the agency) and almost ran back to the agency where he lived. He glanced at his phone for just a moment, and Kaito assumed Tantei-kun was texting his nee-chan to tell her that he'd be home soon.

Instead of running inside, though, Tantei-kun went into the cafe at ground level, emerging moments later with a handful of— omigosh he found Mina's weakness. Making eye contact with Kaito's precious Mina instead, Tantei-kun held up a honey stick for her. She swooped down without a second thought and, while she cooed with delight about her treat, Tantei-kun took the camera off her leg and hid it someplace dark.

Impatiently, Kaito fast-forwarded until...

"Ah!" With a loud cry, Kaito fell from his seat and dropped his phone.

"Kuroba, what happened?" Hakuba, sometimes the bane of his existence, sometimes a concerned classmate, asked.

Aoko picked up his phone. "Why are you watching a video about fish?"

"H-hey, give it back!" Kaito snatched his phone back, closing the video and shoved it back into his pocket before Aoko, or worse, Hakuba, could get a good look at it.

"I didn't know those would be there," Kaito muttered.

"Idiot!" Aoko exclaimed. "Of course there are fish at a fish stand!"

To prevent awkward questions, Kaito slapped on his poker face. He leapt to his feet and announced, "Red today, huh, Aoko?" loudy to the class. Starting their daily mop-chasing routine now wouldn't hurt anyone, would it?


Amuro was smiling. He had found all his lost bugs and even had the opportunity to plant a new one at the ceiling. Conan won't get this one so easily.

His mood was great until the next day after the morning rush he heard sounds he didn't really want to hear. Come to think of it, because Ran wasn't at home Conan and Kogoro had come downstairs to eat breakfast, the sandwiches he left most likely will be lunch then. Again the kid had had an unusual long toilet break. This really should have tipped him off.

The sounds he heard told him that his poor tap was in a bathroom. From the frequency this particular bathroom was used he gathered that it must be the guest bathroom in the back of the Café. It wasn't that big so finding his lost little tap should be easy. That was until he volunteered to clean the toilet after the Café had closed. He looked everywhere (at least he would think so until later) in the sink, in the soap dispenser, between the paper towels, the toilet paper roll, any surface on the toilet, even in the toilet and of course the walls, the door, the ceiling and the floor. He came up with nothing. He checked a second time, a third time. Nothing. The bathroom was very clean now, though. He checked the tiles. None hid a little space behind them. He tried again the next day. No success. He even checked the private bathroom, just to be sure and had come up with nothing. Maybe it wasn't at the Café, maybe it was… No. Considering Conan's character, it was here, somewhere. Not at the seats at the bathroom, not in the bathroom. Where?! Maybe outside the window? He checked it when he brought the garbage out. Still nothing. He was about to give up and just let the device rot where it was, he would never ask Conan where he had hid this particular one though.

That day he heard a regular complain that the toilet tank was leaking water. Why didn't he realize this sooner?! In the evening he finally found his troublesome device, it had been stuck below the float in the tank.

When he had started his career in the PSB he had expected to go undercover and infiltrate a criminal organisation, to work at some random place to maintain a cover and to investigate persons of interest. He definitely didn't expect to go against and start a war with an elementary school student, albeit a very intelligent and cunning one.

He had to admit that this round was going to Conan, but next one was his for sure. Victory will be his.


AN: Thank you for reading! This chapter was edited September 3rd 2018.