Joan typed on her phone under the covers, the glow of the screen the only light in the lonely closet.

"Hello Aoyama," Joan tapped into the mini-keyboard, "I'm a bit worried about something, and want to know if anything can be done about it."

She paused, and a few moments later, a message popped up on her screen.

"What is Joan friend worried about?"

"I'm worried that I can't go after criminals fast enough," Joan typed, feeling glad he was around at that time. "I can't keep up with the likes of Conan and Ran and such, and in a way I'm supposed to be protecting them."

The loading icon appeared, telling her that Aoyama was typing, and she waited patiently.

"Would you like a pair of wings?" He asked cryptically.

She grinned at the idea of flight. "Yes," She wrote back, "If I can hide them easily, then yes."

"Done!" Aoyama typed after a thirty-minute wait in which she'd begun to play video games. "Give new wings test, yes?"

"Will do," Joan typed back, before closing her phone and getting out of her closet. She stretched, felt a tingling in her back, and pulled.

In the blink of an eye, two holes were ripped in her nightshirt as two gigantic wings filled the room. She instantly retracted them, feeling them getting smaller by the second, and sighed in relief right before Conan burst into the room.

"Joan," he said breathlessly. "What happened? I heard something that sounded like ripping-"

"Yes!" Joan cried, hopping around gleefully. "Finally! Praise Aoyama, that was awesome!"

"Praise who?" Conan asked, blinking. "Joan, do you need a mental asylum?"

"Nope!" She grinned. "Just some airspace. C'mon, what do you say to a late-night trip?"

"Not really up to it..." Conan began.

"Tenkaichi Festival Photos," Joan said darkly.

"I'll go I'll go I'll go just don't share those anywhere!" He cried desperately.

"No problem." Joan grinned. "Go on, get dressed. I'm not changing with you in here."


Snow fell down that night as Joan glanced about and checked for the third time that day that her spaghetti-strap tee was in the right place. It would hold once she transformed, but she needed it to be good for during the transformation.

"What is this all in aid of?" Conan asked suspiciously. "You aren't going to turn on me, are you?"

"Nope!" Joan chirped, turning around. "I'm just explaining myself. So, you know how I seem to know everything from time to time?"

"Yeah, actually," Conan agreed. "I was going to ask."

"It's premonition," She replied. "like seeing the future, but only when someone's in danger. And it only works for one or two people, normally. You're one of those people. Ran is another. Kogoro, Mitsuhiko-kun... and even people we haven't met yet." She grinned. "It's instantaneous, so I do before I think. I'm sorry I scared you, if I did."

"Alright," Conan nodded. "I guess I can accept that. But... is there any proof?"

"Have you ever heard of a guardian angel?" Joan shot back.

"Yeah?" Conan replied, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm the guardian angel of you and your connections," she grinned. "It's lucky you didn't need me yet. I was pulled into physical-ness recently, and I'll be here until you achieve your goal. Simple as that." She turned around. "And now for that precious proof of yours."

She summoned the tingly feeling once more and grinned at the gasp of awe as Conan watched her grow two huge white wings.

"Can I touch them?" He asked carefully. "I want to check they're real."

"Go ahead!" Joan replied. "I haven't had a chance to test that yet, actually. What you heard half an hour ago was me ascending. I didn't have wings before."

Conan slowly traced his way down to the base of the wing, after which Joan giggled.

"That tickles," She laughed lightly. "Don't do that without permission, yeah?"

"Sure," Conan agreed, stepping back.

Joan flapped her wings gently and slowly lifted herself off the ground, before circling a bit.

"I'm going to go for a fly," she decided, turning to Conan. "I'll return before sunrise. I promise I'll be careful."

"Okay then," Conan agreed, smiling for once. "And... it's nice to know that someone is watching out for me. I'm not quite sure what to say, so... thanks."

"No problem," Joan smiled back. "And don't expect me to be this giddy all the time. This is just me being really happy."

"Okay," Conan confirmed, before running back home.


Joan stretched her wings out, settling on a gentle glide, as she spun quickly over an intersection and carefully flew over the buildings for cover from stargazers below. To be honest, she didn't think it was that hard to spot her; she was relying on the fact that people generally didn't look at the sky.

She didn't anticipate to see Jii Konosuke on one of the roofs.

Flipping back and gliding gently nearer on silent white wings, she creeped up to see what he was doing.

"Oh, Kuroba-sama..." he groaned. "If I cannot even find your son, then what use am I, your butler?" He sobbed. "Send me a sign. Send me a sign I can do this."

Well, Joan thought, grinning. That's good timing.

She leaped into the air with a ferocious downbeat and sent winds through the elderly man, causing him to turn, and his eyes to widen as she flipped over to glide with her face to the sky. Deciding she'd gone far enough that Konosuke wouldn't see her face, she flipped over again and flew gently away into the distance, before twirling up a bit to see Konosuke staring at her with wide eyes.

"The gods have spoken!" He cried, almost delusional. "Sweet Angel! Please tell me what I must do!"

Joan gulped and floated down gently to him, being certain to swing her wings with enough power to make him step back and squeeze his eyes shut. She pulled them around herself to hide her face.

"Become the thief that flies through the night on silver wings," she ordered him. "Fly, Konosuke Jii, and the true thief will fly up to meet you. With the will to protect their family by your side, you will not fail."

She grinned and flapped upwards, ascending into the sky and flying away, as she heard the breathless thanks of the broken old man, lost without the one he dedicated his life towards.

Today was productive, She thought to herself, as she glided strategically towards home.


The morning came, and she stretched as she felt what was supposed to be the morning chill.

Then she sneezed.

"What's wrong, Joan?" Conan inquired, speaking with much more familiarity than before. "Are you alright?... can omnipotent beings get sick?"

"I'm not omnipotent, and yes, Angels can get sick," Joan replied, sneezing again. "Apologize to Mitsuhiko for me, okay? I think I spent too much time outside last night..."

"Sure," Conan agreed. He called out, "Ran-neechan! Joan-chan's got a cold!"

"Oh!" Ran cried, rushing forward. "Poor you! Here, I'll make you some tea. Any preference?"

"Do you have Jasmine?" Joan asked weakly.

Ran nodded and immediately went to work in the kitchen, ignoring the fact that she also had school today.

"I'll see you after school," Joan said quietly. "Bye, Conan."

"See you, Joan...-chan," Conan added, as he saw Ran's grin from the kitchen.


Akagi Ryoko stood nervously at the top of the stairs, her hand frequently hovering towards the bell only to hover back to her side again.

Joan walked down the steps at this time, and looking up to see her, something clicked.

"Can I help you?" Joan asked, still wearing her medical mask. "You're here to see Mouri Kogoro about a case, right?" She smiled. "I live here. I'm sure he has time to spare at the moment."

Without waiting for an answer, Joan opened the door for the most recent case as Conan trudged up the stairs.

As she allowed herself in, Joan calling out her business with them to Ran and Kogoro, she gave Conan a knowing look.

"Be careful," she warned. "My premonition senses are going off like crazy. I suspect you'll have a close call if you're not careful, so take me with you."


"You're lucky, I made some Jasmine for Joan this morning. She's caught a cold," Ran explained, giving the young teen a cup of tea in a very feminine cup.

"Thank you," she murmured, reaching out for it gently.

Joan watched from her room, pretending to be ill, the door of said room being conveniently open (Kudos to Conan), and Akagi Ryoko stated her case.

"I have someone I would like you to find," she explained sadly. "He suddenly disappeared and I don't know what to do." She reached into her schoolbag and offered it to Kogoro. "Here's his picture. We were dating-"

"Neesan," Joan interrupted, "Isn't that Shinichi Kudo? The super-detective?"

"EEEEEEEH?!" Ran screeched, snatching the image away. "Noooooo. It has to be a doppelganger..."

Oh geez, Conan thought, If I hadn't known something crazy was going to happen I would have yelled like a banshee...

Ran seethed quietly as the interrogation continued, mostly Kogoro probing Kyoko's fake relationship with Shinichi. Joan paced over to the phone and smiled as it rang the moment she got within reach.

She picked it up and said, "Mouri Detective Agency! How can I help you?"

"Ah, Joan-chan!" Agasa said jovially. "About the batteries on that invention of Conan's..."

"Yes, I know," Joan nodded to herself. "Thank you, Shinichi-niichan!"

"Wha-" She hung up.

"Was that Shinichi?!" Ran inquired seriously, still having some steam to blow off.

"Yes," Joan said calmly, walking towards her. "He said that he'd call her at her house, so she doesn't need to worry."

"S-Shinichi-san's going to see me, then?!" Akagi cried gleefully, standing up suddenly. "Thank goodness!"

Ran's eyebrow twitched irritably.

"Well then, I should join you on your way home," Ran decided for herself.

"Why?" Conan gulped.

"Because Shinichi might show up there," Ran reasoned, grinning fiercely. "and then I can catch him!" She yelled voicelessly in frustration and kicked out at thin air.

Akagi Ryoko shivered in fear for a moment.

"Of course, you can come with me," Akagi said, finally.


"This is my apartment," Ryoko lied, unlocking the door and allowing Ran to storm in. Joan hid behind Conan and sneezed politely, habitually covering her mouth.

"I must say, these medical masks are a good invention," Joan murmured into hers.

"You don't have them where you... come from?" Conan inquired awkwardly.

"No," Joan confirmed. "It mirrors America, in some ways."

They went inside 'Ryoko's' apartment. Joan made sure to point out the scratched keyhole to Conan, who frowned.

"I'm kind of glad I've got premonition on my side," Conan murmured. "This looks bigger than I imagined."

"I doubt Ryoko is going to be a problem," Joan soothed him. "She seems peaceful to my eyes."

"Good," Conan said. "I don't like fighting women, or anyone for that matter."

Joan paused as they were about to walk past the shoe-locker and snapped to the side before throwing it open, revealing an assortment of child's and men's shoes. Conan frowned even more and kept going, waiting patiently for Joan to keep up.

"Ryoko-neechan seems to be having trouble finding things," Joan murmured. "More evidence. I suggest you look around. I'll cover your absence."

"Thanks," Conan said honestly, before dashing off to look around the house as Ran tried to get Ryoko out of her daze.


Conan walked to the room that bore a simple wooden plaque with the name 'Mamoru' plastered upon it. Opening it, he stopped instantly and stayed that way for a few shocked seconds before collecting himself.

The room was utter chaos. Chairs had been toppled, objects of various descriptions lay scattered randomly, even the bookcase was on edge and the books in an incredible mound in the center of the room.

Conan stalked in carefully and chose to pick up a small photo lying on the floor. It showed a young boy and an older teen, presumably a high-school student, rubbing the younger's head playfully.

"So that's Mamoru..." Conan deduced, looking at the shirt the boy wore in the picture, a soccer outfit.

Conan's face flickered through emotions as he tried to figure out the identity of the high-schooler in the photo, feeling like he'd seen him before, until something clicked.

"Akagi... Akagi Hide!" Conan said quietly, grinning.

"Have you figured it out?" Joan asked from the doorway. "Please, come and see the soccer match on. There's something I need you to see."

Conan complied and walked in as Hide flashed onto the screen, the commentator explaining how today did not seem to be his day.

Conan blinked.

"Got it?" Joan inquired.

Conan nodded. "Um, listen... I need to talk to Ryoko as Shinichi-"

"Say no more," Joan grinned, borrowing Conan's bow-tie. "I can do this, trust me. I know my charges well enough to impersonate them."

"That's... spooky, but I guess natural," Conan decided. "Here. This too."

"Thank you," Joan said politely. "Cover me, okay? We can't have Ran knowing. I feel a bit eerie, but it's necessary."

"Right."


The phone rang on the desk, and Ryoko stood up instantly, before turning around and picking up as quickly as she could.

"Hello?" She asked desperately.

"Hello," Joan said gently through the voice-changing bow-tie. "It's Kudo Shinichi here. I presume I'm talking to Akagi Ryoko-san?"

"Yes!" She cried gleefully. "That's right."

"There was a kidnapping, right?" Joan inquired seriously, causing the voice on the other end to halt in its tracks.

"Akagi Mamoru, younger brother of Akagi Hide, who's been on TV recently," Joan continued, "was kidnapped. Is this correct?"

"Yes... I, uh, yes. That's right," Ryoko confirmed.

"He's making Hide play badly on purpose," Joan continued, "so you came to the Mouri Detective Agency to request help in finding me. It's unfortunate that I'm in Switzerland," Joan lied, "But I'll be sure to help as much as I can. I'm aware your real name isn't Akagi Ryoko, by the way."

"Yes, oh, thank you," Ryoko cried, breathing a deep sigh of relief. "What should I do?"

Just then, Ran grabbed the phone off of Ryoko and cried, "SHINICHI!"

"HUSH!" Joan called desperately. "I'm in Switzerland! It's One AM! I'm just trying to help!"

"Fat Chance," Ran seethed. "You up and went without a moment's notice-"

"-To save a group of refugees and do some other things that I can't disclose." Joan finished for her. "Just trust me, I need to be here. They need me here, no matter how much I just want to go home."

Ran sighed. "You better... you... you jerk!"

Just then, the TV roared up as the currently ominous sound of a goal being scored went up. Joan paused to allow the sound to come through, as the fax machine printed the message that nearly made Ryoko faint.

"SHINICHI! He's done it by accident! What do I do?!" Ryoko cried, grabbing the phone off of Ran.

"Go to Naoki's! He'll know what to do!" Joan cried. "I'll call back when I can, okay?!" With that, Joan ended the phone call quicker than she thought she could.

Leaping out of the bathroom, she signalled to Conan, who nodded and followed her. Ran, being Conan's temporary guardian, ran after him, and Ryoko had no choice but to follow.


"It's Ryoko!" Ryoko cried into the sound-sensor. "Please let me in, Naoki! It's an emergency!"

The door slid open slightly, and the aforementioned soccer player, sporting a nasty-looking cast around his right leg, looked out.

"Is Mamoru-kun here?" She asked desperately.

"Why would he be here?" Naoki asked, looking annoyed. "What happened to him?"

"Please, let us in!" Ryoko begged. "Please!"

"Look, my girlfriend's here... I don't want misunderstandings-" He began.

"Out of the way," Joan demanded, causing Ran's wind-up to stop mid-wind.

She breathed in deeply and dashed forward, smashing the door in completely.

"Well then," Ran murmured. "Great use I am..."

Conan dashed inside without a moment's hesitation, skillfully dodging Naoki's damaged leg and following Joan's trajectory inside.

"This way!" Joan motioned, opening the second door on the right and being greeted with quite a pleasant scene, for what Conan was expecting.

Mamoru turned around from his video-game and said, "Oh, hello! What're you doing here? Are you Naoki's friends?"

"Yeah!" Joan agreed readily, walking up next to him. "Naoki just scored a goal! We wanted to tell you guys, so we came over unexpected!"

"Really?!" Mamoru cried, grinning from ear to ear. "That's great! I'm sure he'll win for the Tokyo Spirits!"

Joan walked off to one side and dialled a number on her phone, before handing it off to Ryoko as she burst in.

"Tell him that Mamoru's safe," Joan requested. "We'll deal with Naoki. I think it's all just a big misunderstanding, so don't mention him until later, mm-kay?"

"Right," Ryoko agreed, before walking a short distance away to receive the call.

Naoki frowned. "It's always about Hideo, huh..."

"What's wrong, mister Naoki?" Joan inquired. "Oh! I bet you're sad 'cause you couldn't play in the game today! You and Hideo-niichan are best buds, after all," She reasoned.

"Nah, kid," Naoki said sadly. "I'm just being bitter, I guess. I made a big mistake. I was so sour that Hideo was always above me, no matter how hard I tried, that I did all this." He gestured with one crutch to Mamoru. "Please forgive me."

"I think the only one that has yet to forgive you, Naoki-niichan, is yourself," Joan grinned, pointing at the game being won, and Hide being dragged away by the press.

"Who would you like to dedicate this match to, Hide?!" One of the reporters cried.

"Ah, Well," Hide said, tossing a goofy smile, "I guess on any other day it would be Mamoru... but today? My ultimate friend and rival, Uemura Naoki." He turned to the camera. "Hurry up and come back, Naoki. I'll be waiting on the field."

"That idiot..." Naoki cried, as Joan watched tears fall.

"That genius," Joan smiled. "I think he knows, Naoki. Just forgive yourself and move on. After all," Joan winked, "there's someone waiting on the field, and the only thing you're doing is bringing yourself farther from it."

Naoki blinked, then without remorse, he cried.


"No way! You met Naoki?!" Mitsuhiko cried, grinning from ear to ear.

"Totally!" Joan smiled. "Look, I snapped some pictures while he wasn't paying attention. Want a few?"

"Yeah!" Mitsuhiko agreed, eyes lit aflame. "Please!"

Not far off, Joan saw Conan staring into the distance, as he expertly kicked about a soccer ball with one foot, over his head and down his back, up and around again.

"He's actually pretty good," Mitsuhiko mused. "I hope we get him on our team when the soccer unit rolls around."

Joan snickered.

"Oh, shoot," Mitsuhiko groaned.

Then he banged his head on a wall. Joan laughed.

"You've outdone me," she managed between giggles. "That was... my goal," she grinned, before falling over and rolling around in a fit of giggles.

"Is it really that funny?" Mitsuhiko groaned from his place hugging the wall.

Joan laughed some more.


A/N: And here ends the bliss of one-episode cases.
I'm sorry about the horrible puns, but I'm afraid they'll keep coming. I can't help it.
So yes, Joan now has wings. If anyone could possibly still not know, she's based on Joan d'arc. This will be the last of the special abilities I give her; the wings do indeed have a purpose, which will come to light later on as I start adding the movies in, etc etc.
On that note, Movies. I'll add them in as bonus chapters according to the episode release dates, so expect Movie 1 to pop up between episodes 54 and 55 (as I recall). Look forward to it!
(So much writing to do... so little time!)

PS. About this chapter... I can't help it, but my impure mind is over-active seeing the bromance signs in this episode. It makes me feel warm inside. :D But I'll be sure to maintain the romance from the TV series, so sorry, no more bromance other than what's already in the show.

Enjoy!