Invite 3: Case Closed/Detective Conan

The Moore Detective Agency. Richard Moore was in a conversation with Inspector Meguire about a case. "An acquittal?" the detective gulped.

"Unfortunately, that's what's happening," Meguire reported. "There's been a technicality within the trial and the evidence found. You did all you could on the case and I was sure you had a slam dunk when you determined the killer and he confessed." Richard mulled to the briefing with the investigator.

"Lovely..." Meguire took pity to bringing Richard the update.

"None of the technicality's your fault, alright? Things like this happen and even Kudo would sympathize with you about these calls." Richard slumped back on the sofa he sat in.

"I suppose so. I do wish I was there to make sure the case went smoothly like my favorite beer." Suddenly, Rachel and Conan entered to find the adults in their conversation.

"I'm home, Dad," she greeted. "Hey, Inspector Meguire. What brings you here." Meguire looked up to see the teenage daughter of the city's famous detective.

"Had a bit of trouble with that murder mystery a month ago," he explained. "The trial against Shane Kenderson hit a snag with evidence tampering by some of our investigators within the precinct. They brought the wrong set of evidence to the case and the judge ruled a mistrial upon the discovery." Rachel and Conan palmed their foreheads in dismay.

"My dad worked so hard to bring Shane down and an oopsie in the evidence locker frees him?" Conan glanced to Rachel, not agreeing to that assessment.

'There's something about this mistake that's telling me otherwise,' thought Jimmy Kudo. His identity remains a secret to the Moore family after taking a drug that intended to kill him. He's now with his girlfriend but as a younger brother to Rachel as Conan Edogawa. 'I don't have any basis to how this could be the case but I need to go into that evidence locker and verify the claim.' Meguire stood up and started to walk out the door.

"As of right now, he's free," the inspector added. "It would be wise to relax until the trial restarts in a few weeks." Meguire left on that note. Richard felt at a loss after the word.

"Damn," he grunted. "I guess even the greatest of detectives have their setbacks." Jimmy knew Richard's words to heart.

"Too true, Richard," Jimmy thought. "If not for the Black Organization..." As they began to settle down, the phone on the desk rang. Richard walked to answer the phone.

"Moore Detective Agency, this is Great Detective Richard Moore. Do you need a case settled?"

"No," groaned a young man on the other side of the call. "Is Rachel around?" Richard gulped at the request for the caller.

"Oh, so you're calling to stalk her while in her lingerie, is that right!? Well, you've got several things coming your way if that's the case, buster!" The voice stuttered from Richard's ultimatum.

"N-No, detective… I have a package for her and I wanted to see if I can drop it off!" Richard blinked, the caller's request not as sinister as he believed.

"Oh… You know, if you're a bomber and wanted to target Rachel, why even call?"

"Easy. She's been secretly nominated for a trip with a pair of friends." His hearing focused, Richard started to believe the caller.

"I see..." He turned to his daughter. "Hey, Rachel… it's for you." He handed the phone to his teenage child.

"Hello?" she spoke up.

"This is Rachel Moore, right?" the caller questioned.

"Yeah..."

"Great. Miss Moore, you've been nominated to participate in an island getaway with two of your friends. I know it sounds a little good to be true..."

"I know, there's a catch, right?"

"It's not much of a catch but the flight's scheduled in two days… and you'll be meeting others who've been nominated for this. For right now, I'll have an associate deliver the package to you in an hour." Accepting, Rachel hung the phone.

"Is everything okay?" asked Conan.

"Of course, Conan!" she reassured. "We'll wait for a little while. How about I start on supper?" Conan agreed before she walked off. An hour later, the package arrived. It was a feather to carry for Rachel. "It's here! And it doesn't appear to be bomb-material. It's too light." As soon as she placed the package on the table, Richard grabbed an envelope knife. He cut through the tape and pried the package apart. Inside, he found three airline tickets, three bus passes and a brochure. To the detective, the package was harmless.

"Not much in there, not even any toxic powder," he concluded. "And I can recognize the airport where the flight will take place." Rachel found and read the brochure.

"It says that my two friends and I will enjoy two weeks on an island vacation. It's at… Isle Delfino?" Richard and Conan blinked to the thought of the island's name.

"Isle Delfino?" repeated Conan in question.

"That's new," Richard shuttered. "I would imagine more of an island vacation in, like, Honolulu? Isle Delfino sounds preposterous!"

"That makes three of us," Rachel agreed before picking up a ticket. "However, who knows… It may actually exist and we can have a fun time." With Richard, he had one thing in mind for fun.

"Well, find me a bar or tavern and I'm set to go!" Rachel scanned through the brochure and didn't find anything to benefit her father.

"Unfortunately, it's a family-friendly island so there won't be any watering holes." Richard freaked at the detail.

"WHAT?! No bars, no taverns, no beer?! How's an adult like me suppose to have a vacation sober 24/7?!" Rachel and Conan sighed to Richard's meltdown.

"I knew he'd lose it if I told him about what's not there."

"You just wanted him to react," Conan sneered. "That was still awesome."

"My info or his reaction?" Richard determined this vacation wasn't for him.

"Oh, well..." he mulled. "Maybe Conan can invite one of his Junior Detective League members." To their awe, Rachel and Conan agreed.

"Dad, that's a great idea!" Richard blinked to the thought.

"It is?"

"Yeah, and I know who I can ask," Conan nodded before standing. "I'll be right back!" Conan bolted out the door, leaving the father and daughter befuddled.

"Was it something I said?" All Rachel did was nod. Conan hurried as the sun began to set. He found his friends.

"Guys!" The four turned around to find Conan approaching.

"Conan, hey!" welcomed George.

"What's up, Conan?" asked Mitch. "Do we have another case?"

"Nah, actually it's something else," Conan corrected before turning to Amy. Anita saw the eyes meeting.

"It's got something to do with Amy, right?" she guessed. Conan nervously chuckled at the admittance.

"Still reading me like a book, Anita. Anyway…" Amy seemed anxious to what Conan brought.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Rachel asked me to join her on an island vacation which will go two weeks. There's one more ticket if you want to come with." Amy's face lit to the offer as she clasped Conan's hands.

"Yes, Conan! Let me come!" Conan nervously giggled again.

"Okay, Amy. Well, pack your bags. Stop by the agency in two days." With her acceptance, Amy left to fill her luggage.

"So, where's the party going?" questioned Mitch.

"It's a little island called Isle Delfino. Not sure where that is but we'll be seeing it."

"Really?" gawked George. "Will you tell us what it's like when you're there?"

"Don't worry, George. We'll bring pictures when we return in two weeks."

"Yes, to prove Isle Delfino exists," Anita murmured. Conan wasn't one to disappoint.

"We'll make sure." After some more packing, two days passed. Conan, Amy and Rachel all hopped in a taxi for the airport.

"I'll make sure these kids arrive at the airport safely," the driver promised.

"I'll hold you to your word," Richard checked. The taxi left and before long, Richard and the rest of the league waived farewell to those on their vacation. They soon arrived at the airport.

"Okay, everyone have their airline tickets?" asked Rachel. Conan and Amy revealed to have theirs. "Good." Suddenly…

"Rachel?" a familiar voice called out. All turned to see Serena coming to meet them.

"Serena? What are you doing here?"

"My parents had a flight to the UK. What about you?"

"Well, the three of us are going to a hardly-known place called Isle Delfino." Serena gasped at the news.

"What?! Why didn't you tell me you're doing this?! I would've gone with you on the spot!" Rachel felt terrible about omitting her best friend.

"I am so sorry, Serena. I forgot to ask you before my dad shot his mouth by having Amy join!" She bowed to her friend.

"Hey, that's on Richard, not you. Promise to get some pics of the boys you meet, even the young ones?" She handed her camera to Rachel.

"Okay, I know how boy crazy you can get. I'll see you in two weeks."

"Okay… Bye!" Serena watched as Rachel and his company left for their gate. Bags checked, they soon were allowed to enter their plane. As soon as they sat down in the seats, one had an interesting feeling.

"This will be the first time I've been on a plane," Amy noted. "Will it be bumpy?"

"Maybe..." Rachel teased. That's when the radio came on.

"Everyone on board the flight from Belka Airport to Sunshine Airport, this is your captain speaking," sounded someone over the radio com. "In about 15 minutes, we'll be taxied out to the tarmac where we'll be lifting off for about a seven-hour flight. When we take off, please turn all electronics off until we reach ten thousand feet above sea level. Everyone, please relax and enjoy our flight." The three became comfortable before the small plane began to taxi.

"Well, we don't have electronics so that's not a problem," Conan assured. Amy chose to ignore the announcer and flashed a camera.

"Say 'Vacation!'" she teased. The other two turned to Amy but Conan wasn't humored.

"Amy!" he snapped as she snapped herself… a picture.

"Making sure..." Conan groaned from the act.

"Real cute, Amy," Rachel sneered. Before long, the plane stopped. Their flight about to begin. "This is it!" The plane sped down the tarmac. Enough speed, it took to the sky. As the plane climbed, the gravitation pulled the three to the back of their seats. Once it reached a proper altitude, the three were free to move again. While Conan appeared relaxed, Jimmy began to contemplate the appearance.

"Looks like Isle Delfino's our destination," he minded. "Perhaps this will be the two weeks to determine if the island is a paradise… or hell. Like many of my investigations, only one truth prevails." The plane entered a patch of clouds in their path. What awaited Conan Edogawa, Rachel Moore and Amy Yeager?

END of CASE CLOSED/DETECTIVE CONAN
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