**Sorry for the lack of updates—college keeps me busy :) I have a lot of 'prison sequences' still to go: I've begun a Kaito-Saguru, Saguru-Shinichi, a Heiji-Sonoko (which I'm excited for, even though it might seem random) and a Ran-Kazuha (my attempt to pass the Bechdel Test with Detective Conan!). Plus people have requested a Gin-Conan (you're very patient, thank you!) and a Conan-Ai (though, them both being seven years old, how that one's going to make sense I don't know—so it probably won't. But making sense is overrated, right?). Hopefully I'll crank some out over winter break. Thanks for all the reviews and support, everyone! These are fun to write, and I really appreciate the feedback!**

Kuroba Kaito and Nakamori Aoko in Jail

"Hey! Hey, get your hands off me!" A teenage girl struggled against the grips of two police officers. "I'm Nakamori Ginzo's daughter! I'm Aoko! You can't arrest me!"

The officer on the girl's right eyed her sharply, taking in dark blue eyes, a puckish, indignant face, and brown hair looped back in a twist far too elegant for her street clothes. "I've seen pictures of Nakamori-keibu's daughter," he said gruffly. "Girl's a mop top. Your hair's too pretty to be her."

Someone behind them snickered. Aoko twisted around to glare at a teenage boy also being escorted by two police officers down the hallway of the jail. "I told you not to fix my hair, you idiot! I am Nakamori Aoko! I am, I am!"

One of the officers opened a cell, into which the teenage boy walked placidly, hands in pockets. "Thanks," he said pleasantly to the officer holding the door.

Aoko came less willingly. "My father will hear about this!" she yelled as an officer shoved her in as gently as possible. "I'm Nakamori-keibu's daughter!"
"Yeah," smirked an officer. "And I bet your friend there's the Kaitou Kid.".

The boy found this hysterical. Aoko rounded murderously on him as the door closed firmly behind her and locked. "You!" she howled.

"What's up?" the boy asked with a chuckle, sprawling himself carelessly across the one hard bench in the cell.

"This is all your fault, Kaito!"

"Yeah, it is, isn't it?"

"Why did you have a magic show right in front of town hall?"

"In this economy, I figured they'd need some cheering up."

"Why did you try to saw the governor's car in half?"

Kaito shrugged. "Wanted to see if I could do it." He grinned. "It was pretty good, wasn't it?"

Aoko flushed. "That's completely beside the point!" Kaito's grin grew wider, so she stamped her foot and cried, "Couldn't you have stopped there? Why his wife as well?"

"He didn't laugh at the car part," Kaito said, his blue eyes widening innocently. "I just wanted to make him smile."

"Yeah, well he smiled when he saw you put into a police car for disturbing the peace."

Kaito twisted to lie flat on his back on the bench. "Mission accomplished, then." But we're going to check and see if Kid can't stop by and harass him on the next heist…

Aoko made a disgusted noise. "Ohh, you—you always drag me down with you, don't you?"

"Hey, nothing was going to happen to you today. I just needed a lovely assistant to help attract peoples' attention. Nobody stops to watch a magic show that doesn't have a lovely assistant." He grinned up at her.

Aoko froze, her fists still raised. Her cheeks reddened. "Did you just…"

"Buuuuuut—" Kaito continued loudly, putting his hands behind his head, "only you were around, so I had to make do with what I had. At least your hair looks decent now. Yikes!"

Kaito rolled off the bench, having narrowly avoided a fist to his head. "Hey, hey! Calm down! It's not my fault you're in here! Your fault you tried to get me out of the police car."

Aoko scowled and cleched her fists. "I couldn't let them arrest you!"

"Nakamori Ginzo's daughter arrested for obstruction of justice…" Kaito stood and stretched his arms over his head with a snicker.

Aoko swiped at him, but quick as a cat he darted across the cell again. "Hey, hey, calm down, you crazy—"

"You are—so—annoying—" Aoko shrieked, her fists hitting empty air as Kaito dodged, ducked under her arm, and came up behind her. She felt a wisp of air around her legs, then a tug on her skirt. "Oh, no you don't—"

Her protestations were cut off by a terrified shriek. She turned quickly to find Kaito on the ground, scrabbling backwards on his hands, eyes popping out of his head.

Aoko planted her fists on her hips. "Serves you right for trying to flip my—Oh! Oh, I put on my fishie panties this morning, didn't I?" *

Kaito moaned and pressed himself against the far wall of the cell. "Don't come near me with those!"

Aoko only grinned devilishly. "Nowhere to run to this time, Kaito!"

"Stop! Aoko-sama… Ew, uck, stop it, stop! That's so—ahhh! AHHHH!"

…

"…We failed to stop the Kaitou Kid two nights ago, Hakuba-kun, but the boys managed to get a recording of his voice."

"Excellent, officer," Hakuba Saguru said briskly. "Let me hear it now, please."

"Hai." The officer withdrew a tape recorder from the pocket of his uniform and pressed the play button—

"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Hakuba's and the officer's heads snapped up. "That wasn't the recording," the officer stammered. "Where—"

Hakuba had already muttered something in English and took off through the police station. "It's coming from the jail wing," he called over his shoulder.

The door to Cell 76 was already flung open, and two officers were staring into the cell, apparently dumbfounded. Hakuba ran up to them and looked inside—

Nakamori Aoko, the chief inspector's daughter, stood in the center of the cell, smiling too Kuroba-esquely to be as innocent as she was attempting to appear. Behind her, Kuroba Kaito himself was curled up underneath the bench of the cell, murmuring something about the "F-word."

Hakuba sighed. "Nakamori-chan, you didn't—"

"I did," she said defiantly.

"Uurgh…" Kaito moaned.

"Not the—"

"He deserved it," Aoko insisted.

With a resigned air, Hakuba turned to the utterly bewildered officers. "Kuroba-kun is fine," he assured them, unable to help but send a half-smirk in Kuroba's direction. "It's just that Nakamori-chan is wearing her fishie panties."

The officers exchanged pop-eyed glances. "O-oh…"

From under the prison bench, Kaito whimpered.

…

*If you haven't read Magic Kaito: Kaito has a gripping fear of fish. Aoko has fish-print underwear -.-