Sky: I think I said this before but I'm not sure – you can only expect a once-per-week update from me. I might be able to do more, depending on my schedule and how much my backpack weighs. Thanks for being so patient! Here's the sixth chapter and I am sooooooooo sorry it's so short (like so many of my other chapters :D)! Oh yeah. Disclaimer.
Conan: You could at least say 'please' you know. [balks under Sky's glare] CrystalBookworm does not own Detective Conan/Case Closed.
Chapter Six - Rachel
I had told Conan not to blab about dad's secret investigations hundreds of times. Thankfully, it seemed like he was only talking to Amy or Anita.
But as I carried a squirming Conan back to the living room, I began to wonder: why was it so important to him to call his friends about the Black Organization? He never did that with any other of Dad's cases. Could they know something that I – or, more accurately, Dad – doesn't know…..?
As we entered the living room, I saw that Dad had his coat on and the door was already halfway open. "I'll hopefully be back before dinner, Rachel! Make me something good; I'll be hungry. I've got a lot of things to do with this new case."
When he said that, I saw Conan stick something onto my dad's briefcase "discreetly". Thinking it was just a prank, I let it go.
"Where are you going, Conan?" I asked, looking up from the noodles I was boiling for dinner. "Dinner's almost ready, you know."
"Y-yeah," Conan stammered. Hmmm. Stammering, huh? I wonder why..."I-I know. I just, um, have to go to Dr. Agasa's for awhile. He said he had some stuff for me."
Now I was confused. "Stuff? What stuff?"
"Uh, you know, just…stuff," Conan laughed – rather awkwardly, I thought.
"But how'd you know he wanted you to go over?"
Conan held up his cell phone.
"But I gave you that for emergencies only," I scolded.
"Yeah, but it's just Dr. Agasa's number, Rachel. What if I can't contact your or your dad?" He took a step over the threshold. "Don't save me dinner. I might be sleeping over." And then he was gone.
Sheesh, I thought, frustrated. That kid's just like a miniature Jimmy. I looked sadly down at the food I had so painstakingly prepared.
Just then, a memory of two years ago popped into my mind. Jimmy had left the exact same way – with lots of stammering and blushing – to reappear a few hours later with the best birthday present ever.
I smiled to myself. Yup. Just like a mini-Jimmy.
Sky: And now I'm off to finishing two papers. Wish me luck! [dies]
Conan: [looks at Sky's unmoving body and shrugs] R&R?