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Disclaimer: I don't own "Cased Closed" (Detective Conan) or its characters. I only borrow them for a while to write a fic. There, happy?

Hey everyone. Look, I already know that I should be working on "Love Between Two", but that doesn't mean I can't write other stories while I'm working on it, right?

Well, this is my first "Cased Closed" (Detective Conan) fic, so be kind. There isn't really going to be a mystery in here. I might just consider it, though. It's mainly about the love that blooms between Jimmy (Shinichi) and Michal.

This is a shounen ai, which means male/male, so if you don't like it, don't read.

Just so everyone knows, Michal isn't an AU. He's from the "Mountain Villa Murder: Parts 1 and 2". In case anyone hasn't seen that episode yet, Michal is an actor who is infatuated with Rachel (Ran). Well, I hope you enjoy.

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Chapter One: Boredom

It was a hot summer day, and Conan stared out the window at the city around him and sighed. To say the least, he was bored. Rachel was at the mall with Serena, Richard was out, probably to find a woman to have lunch with, and all of his friends were either at their grandparents' house or at camp.

There was nothing for him to do now. And he didn't like it one bit.

Suddenly, the shrill ringing of the phone cut through the silence, and Conan turned his head, blinking at the phone. 'Now who would be calling...?' he thought, walking over to it, and picking up the receiver.

"Hello?" he asked. "Moore residence, Conan speaking."

"Oh, hey Conan," said a cool voice on the other line. Conan blinked. The voice seemed familiar... "Is Rachel there?"

"May I ask who's calling?"

"It's me, Michal," replied the person, laughter evident in his voice. Conan blinked.

"Uh...ah...oh! Hi, Michal," he said, finally remembering who it was. Ever since the incident at Serena's family's villa, Michal had been keeping in contact with them, and called as often as he could, which wasn't too often because of his hectic schedule as an actor.

Michal chuckled.

"Hey, Conan," he repeated. "Is she there?"

"No," Conan replied. "She's at the mall with Serena. She left about two hours ago. Can I take a message?"

"No, that's cool," replied Michal. "Thanks Conan. I'll call back later, I hope. Bye."

"Bye." Conan hung up the phone, a frown developing on his face.

He wasn't really upset or anything; it was more of a habit then most. A year had passed since that incident; back then, whenever Michel was hitting on Rachel or was trying to get her to dump his older self, he got really angry, annoyed, and jealous by it all.

But now, he didn't seem to mind at all anymore.

He sighed once more, the peacefulness in the room returning. The only sounds that he could hear were the cars outside, the dripping of water from the tap, and his own soft breathing.

He was so bored that he was beginning to regret not coming along with Rachel and her friend to the mall.

He blinked his eyes as a 'click' was heard, and turned his head towards the door. In walked Rachel and Serena, both smiling widely and talking loudly. Well, speak of the devil! he thought, a smug smile on his lips.

"Oh. My. Gosh! He was so cute," said Serena, giggling. Rachel smiled.

"I don't know about that," she said, taking off her shoes. Her face slowly became distant, as she began thinking about Jimmy. She looked up, and saw Conan. She smiled at him. "Hey, Conan."

"Hey Rachel," Conan replied. "Did you have fun at the mall?"

"Of course," said Serena, winking at him. "She was with me, after all!" Conan smiled, and laughed slightly at her joke, though he mentally cringed at the poor attempt.

"Are you hungry, Conan?" asked Rachel, heading for the kitchen, Serena following behind. Conan continued to stare out the window, towards the sky, his eyes staring wistfully at the puffy clouds, barely making out what the girl had said.

"Yeah, thanks Rachel," he replied absentmindedly.

"Here, let me help," said Serena, opening the fridge, and checking inside.

"Thanks a bunch, Serena," said Rachel, smiling at her in gratitude. She turned towards the silent boy. "Hey, Conan. What do you want to eat?"

"It doesn't matter," replied the boy, his eyes slightly lidded as he sighed.

"Ok," said Rachel, opening a cupboard. She pulled out a bag of noodles, and held it up for the boy to see, but seeing that he had his back to her, she said, "Um...does spaghetti sound good?"

"Yeah." Rachel paused and looked at the boy's back with concern, before continuing to pass a bag to Serena, and taking out another one. She poured them into a bowl, just as Conan blinked in recognition. "Oh, Michal called earlier."

"Oh, really," asked Serena, her voice slightly tight in her throat as she gripped the sauce jar tightly in her hands. "What did he want?"

"He wanted to talk to Rachel. He said he'd call back later...if he could." Conan's eyes lazily strayed from the sky, and looked down at the people walking on the sidewalk below.

His eyes were about to go back to the sky when a certain man caught his attention.

He had incredibly long blonde hair, and wore a black tank top that hung loosely around his chest and a pair of tight, black pants. He wore fingerless gloves, and black sunglasses covered his eyes. What really intrigued Conan was that he had a large, heavy-looking duffel bag hanging from his shoulder, and he didn't seem too happy about it.

The man, as though he felt himself being watched, looked up and met Conan's eyes. His face took an expression of surprise, before he smirked up at the boy. Conan's breath hitched in his throat as he recognized the man.

He's the guy that fed me that drug!

The man turned away, and continued down the sidewalk. Conan's heart rose to his throat, his eyes widening.

Before he could think things through, he had rushed to the door, stepped out of his slippers, and hurriedly tried to slip his sneakers on.

"Conan?" asked Rachel, looking out of the kitchen at the frantic boy. "Wha...?"

"I'm going out for a while, Rachel!" yelled Conan as he ran out the door, leaving the two teens alone; one surprised, the other worried. Conan ran down the stairs, and exited the building.

He quickly turned left, and ran as fast as he could, making sure to keep the man in sight. Come on! Gotta hurry, gotta hurry! he thought, as he neared the man, only to quickly jump behind a telephone booth as he turned around.

After seeing no one, the man continued down the sidewalk, Conan close on his tail. It was a while before the man reached his destination, and Conan's feet were beginning to throb in pain with every step he took.

The man he was pursuing stopped, and Conan sat down behind a newspaper dispenser, sighing in relief before quickly covering his mouth and checking to see if the other heard. He didn't, or it seemed so at least.

The guy sat down on a nearby bench, and laid the duffel bag down, sighing in contentment at the loss of the extra weight as he shrugged and rubbed his sore shoulder. Conan began rubbing his foot, wincing at the sharp aches that ran up his leg. Ow! That smarts!

Once the aching began to fade, he slowly got up, and peeked around the newspaper dispenser, staring at the man. He glanced around and saw that they were the only ones around.

The guy winced as he squeezed his shoulder, glaring at the bag beside him. I wonder what's in that bag...? thought Conan, his eyes straying to the bag also.

The guy checked his watch, and stood up again, picked up the duffel bag, and reluctantly pulled it onto his uninjured shoulder. He looked around him, and once satisfied that he was alone, headed into a nearby alley.

Conan hesitated in following, before moving away from his hiding place, and walking towards the alleyway. He peeked around the corner, and watched at the guy was greeted by two others, one he recognized as the blonde's partner, and one he didn't remember seeing.

"Did you bring it?" asked the one he recognized, crossing his arms across his chest. The one carrying the bag glared at him, and dumped it onto the ground earning a glare himself. Conan's eyes narrowed slightly as he heard glass against glass, and a soft 'crash' as if something broke.

The guy who had carried the duffel bag grunted as he tried to shrug his shoulders.

"What does it look like?" he asked, rubbing his other shoulder. "The damn thing weighs a ton. Why did I have to bring it here?"

"We're too well known around those parts," replied the other man, running a hand through his dark hair. "So, that just leaves you."

"Whatever." Blondie tapped the bag with his foot. "Where's the boss?"

"Right here," said a familiar female voice. Conan squinted his eyes into the shadows, but couldn't see anyone else.

"What's in this thing, anyway?" The girl hesitated, before stepping into the light.

"My antidote!" she hissed, her hands on her hips as she stared at the man with a scowl on her young face. Conan's eyes widened when he saw who it was. Shiho! "And you could've as hell broke all those tubes! Men. They have no idea how to be gentle whatsoever!" Conan's eyes widened as he did a double take at what the coffee-blonde girl had said. Wait a minute—antidote?! Could it be...?!

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So...what do you think so far? Hope you liked it. Next chapter will come soon.

If you have any ideas on the title, they'd be welcomed. Thanks. Later.