Finding Hideouts
"Hey…Sherry?"
Ai twitched. She hated to be called that. And the only one who ever called her that was…
Sure enough, Conan stood in the doorway. Everything from the casual way he leaned on the door to his single raised eyebrow clearly gave away his purpose. She sighed.
"What is it this time?"
He shifted uncomfortably, and she picked up on the subtle clue; he was about to tread into dangerous territory. "Well, I was just thinking…you did work for the Organization for a while, didn't you?"
He was being obtuse again. "Yes, I did, and we are both aware of it. If you intend to ask a question, please be kind enough to do it. Either stop dancing around it or get out."
"So, if you worked for them, then how come you don't know where their headquarters is?"
Ai had to think about this one for a minute. "Well…I did work there for years, but I never left the building. I might be able to find my way back—eventually…"
"So why don't we call the police, go to their headquarters, grab the pill, pull out the big guns and bring the whole thing down?"
Ai blinked at the not-so-little boy. "That's a very good question."
Conan sighed. "And it took us until now to think of it, too…"
A/N: These Conan/Ai scenes are fun to write, and they're perfectly valid questions, as well. It sorta makes you wonder…But I suppose credulity to a certain degree is required, neh?
