Hello again! Much apologies for the delay - I was busy with my siblings birthday (we went and saw The Book of Mormon) and then with Thanksgiving...and school... Updates should become fairly regular again (my goal is about once a week), with the exception of mid December (Finals)

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Heart pounding in his chest, Doctor John Watson ran through the hallways of Saint Bart's, ignoring the startled looks of the employees. Upon bursting through the entrance, John leaned over, hands on his knees as he sought to regain his breath. He had successfully knocked out the sniper on the hospital rooftop, and had quickly dissembled the gun, before sprinting back down through the building. He knew he needed the time if he were to help the child that Sherlock was confident could take down one of Moriarty's assassins, and as soon as he regained his breath, planned to go and protect her.

"Good, you're back," a young voice said. John shot back up, eyes wide as he gazed at the young girl. He hadn't believed that the child would be able to win against the mercenary, and it shocked him to see her leaning against the wall. "Holmes-san and I have been waiting for you."

John blinked, sure enough, the tall detective was standing next to the kid, eyes locked on their targeted building—the one that her friend was being held in. Shaking his head, he said, "Right then. What's our plan?"

Before anyone could answer him, they heard a loud bang as the door to the building they had been watching slammed open. A small figure darted out, head sweeping every which way to ascertain his surroundings. A chuckle reached John's ears and he and the detective turned their attention back to Haibara, who was now grinning. "So, Edogawa-kun did manage to find a way out. I was starting to doubt his abilities," she mused.


Feet pounded against the floor as Conan sprinted throughout the decrepit building, determined to find the exit before Moriarty or any of his minions could stop his escape. Any future captivity would have much tighter security, and Conan doubted he would be able to find a way out, especially now that Moriarty was aware of some of his gadgets. Noticing a staircase ahead, the diminutive detective bounded two steps at a time, weary relief rushing through him as he laid eyes on what must be a front door. He was already pushing it open and standing on the sidewalk before he remembered that there had been snipers surrounding the building, and he quickly turned his attention to his surroundings, desperate to search them out. However, each rooftop was suspiciously empty, and a frown made its way onto his face.

Conan brought his gaze down, instantly spotting Haibara across the street. She was flanked by two men, one of which was watching him with narrowed eyes. Conan frowned, aware that the largest part of his disguise—his glasses—were no longer perched on his nose, and that the man's stare made him feel oddly naked without them. Shaking the thought out of his head, Conan glanced behind him once more to ascertain that no one was exiting the building of his captivity, before quickly moving to join his friend on the opposite side of the street.

"Here," Haibara said as he approached, holding out the spare glasses. Conan muttered a quick thanks as he took them from her and slipped them on his face, grateful for the concealment they provided. Having Moriarty after him was one thing, but if he discovered that Conan was actually Kudo Shinichi, Conan would be in deep trouble. "That took you awhile."

The shrunken detective frowned at his friend. "I was out with chloroform for most of it, and then I had to disarm the bomb," Conan explained. He turned his attention to the two men eyeing him curiously. His intelligent eyes rested upon them, deducing what he could. The shorter man stood rigidly, like he was used to standing at attention but had fallen out of practice. They look in his eyes was dark, leading him to the conclusion that the man had been in some sort of armed services, which the outgrown military cut blonde hair supported. The calluses on the tips of his fingers told him that he used the computer a lot for writing purposes. Small scars on his hands, of which could only be the result of scalpels, led him to deduce that the man had been a doctor; therefore, he had probably served as an army medic.

The other man was taller than the first, with dark hair and bright eyes. His high cheekbones gave him an aristocratic look, as did his attire. His shoes were polished, but were well worn. Looking at his hands, Conan's lip twitched upon deducing that the man must play the violin, similar to himself. There was a slight trace of chemical scars on his hands, showing that he used dangerous chemicals on a semi-regular basis, but not for a profession. It was the man's eyes that were the most striking of all, however. His eyes were examining Conan not unlike he was examining the man, revealing the intelligence. It was almost as if—Conan grinned as he realized just who this man must be.

"Sherlock Homes, correct?" he asked, smirking at the man. "I see you figured out my message."

The now identified detective's eyes narrowed, "Obviously. You must be…Edogawa, yes?"

"Conan Edogawa," the child said in response. The hairs on the back of his neck raised and he quickly looked up, searching for who he felt must be watching him. His eyes locked onto a shadowy figure on the top floor of the building he had been held in. The person wore a crisp suit, drawing Conan to believe that it was Moriarty himself in that window. "It's not safe here," he said suddenly, causing both the still unidentified man and Haibara to look at him in confusion. Sherlock had followed his gaze and was now staring at the window, eyes narrowed. "If I'm right, he has eyes everywhere."

Sherlock nodded at the boy's words, still gazing up at the figure. A slight frown marring his lips, he said, "To the flat then. John, would you hail a cab?"

Rolling his eyes at his friend, the army doctor stepped closer to the curb and raised a hand. Shortly after the movement, a black taxi pulled up beside him, and he opened the door and entered. Sherlock quickly followed his flatmate, leaving both of the shrunken teens alone on the sidewalk. They exchanged a quick glance before Haibara too entered the cab. Conan turned his gaze up once more, frowning upon noticing that the window was now empty. Unwilling to remain out in the open, Conan got into the cab and pulled the door shut behind him, gaze lingering on the building as they cab started down the street.


Conan and Sherlock have now crossed paths, but the conversation has been cut short. And if it was indeed Moriarty watching them from the window, where did he go? Stay tuned for the next chapter and don't forget to review.

-Emily