Dude! Guess what I'm gonna say now...go on, just guess! What? WOW! Are you, like, clairvoyant or something? How did you know I was gonna say I didn't own DC/CC? Are you watching me? Searches room for hidden surveillance equipment Well, I don't see anything...huh? What was that? You're not a psychic? What a rip off! I'm not gonna write the story now! You know I'm lying right? Hehe! Okay, ON WITH MY THICKENING CLICHÉD PLOT (or lack there of...depends on how mean the critics are)!

"I'm writing fanfiction!" speaking

'I'm writing fanfiction!' thinking

Other stuff in Italics is usually a flashback or onomatopoeias or something.

Oh yeah, Rachel (not the impostor one) will be usually referred to as Elle until the fake Rachel is disposed (fake Rachel will be referred to as Rachel until she gets her butt kicked). Thank you. I'm totally freaking out. On the stats part of my account someone has me on their author alert list and favorites list. I really appreciate everyone who reviews. It's nice to know someone out there approves of what I'm doing and doesn't think it's stupid.

Oh yeah, sorry if the people are all out of character. I'm doing the best I can. I at least hope they aren't so much out of character that they're like totally and completely different characters. Honestly, though, I'm pretty sure if Rachel tried to do what Jimmy did and paid attention to details and what not, she could do the whole detective thing. I mean, it is her who's always coming so close to figuring out Jimmy/Conan's secret. But then again...Richard is her dad... (lol!)

Ok, I talk to much (places duck tape on mouth)

Chapter 5:

Let's Go to a Costume Ball! / Set the Stage for the Saturn Stone Caper!

Jimmy couldn't believe what was happening. Here he was, with his family and friends and the love of his life, celebrating his birthday. And what's more, he was actually starting to act more like his self pre-Rachel disappearance. Who would've thought that Harley would be right in saying that Rachel could just walk into Sushi Sam's at the same time they were there?

'This is just too good to be true...' Jimmy thought. 'With the way my luck usually works it should've been the Black Organization that walked through that door, not Rachel!' Slowly but surely, his mind began turning a bit suspicious. 'Maybe it is too good to be true after all...We were all convinced that Rachel was shrunk or something just like I was, but here she is...normal. Did she find a cure, perhaps?' The young man looked at Rachel's smiling face. He promptly shook his head. 'NO! I'll think about this later. She's here right now; that's all that matters! I should make the best of this. Never know when fate's gonna take her away again. I should probably also tell her about what happened to the real me, as well...say...I wonder why she hasn't asked about me yet? Before she disappeared, she'd go crazy whenever it came to my whereabouts...well, big me's whereabouts anyway. I would've expected her to be interrogating my parents right about now. Did she...forget...shit...I thought she loved--but...Oh God...Like I said earlier, I'll think about this later!' Jimmy shook his head as if to clear away his negative thoughts and continued to stare at the woman next to him. Rachel was sitting there smiling like crazy while listening to Richard brag about the latest job to come into the Moore Detective Agency.

"...Yeah, this billionaire guy, Mr. Hotchkins or whatever, not only wanted some police to protect that priceless Mooney-Saturn-some sort of astronomy term gemy thingy he found on an archeology dig in Egypt, but they also wanted the reassuring presence of yours truly!" Richard said puffing out his chest. "So now, we all get to go to the big fancy shindig the old fart's throwing for its unveiling, with security passes and everything..."

Jimmy mentally chuckled. 'Your dad'll never change, Rache.'

Over across the table, Elle, the real Rachel Moore (that reminds me of rappers—for real playa! Shizzle!) was pondering the right way to expose the evil evil evil woman who was impersonating her. 'I should probably figure out her intentions, try and find out if she's with those black trench coat guys...it'd also be best if we were all in a secluded area instead of Sushi Sam's when I bust this witch for impersonating me...I definitely need to find some proof against her...who's to say they won't call me an imposter as well...besides, black trench coat thugs or not, she mustn't find out about the whole shrinking adults into kids thing...can't let that happen, that would make things worse...'

"Elle?"

"Huh?" Elle was immediately knocked out of her musings by Terry's voice.

"My uncle invited us to Mr. Hotchkins' unveiling party. He's going to be there supervising the group of cops protecting the Saturn Stone (yes, that's the name of the gem stone they're all supposed to guard at Mr. Hotchkins' party, it's not the "Mooney-Saturn-some sort of astronomy term gemy thingy", Richard's just being stupid) from thieves." Terry informed her.

"Oh yes!" Mrs. Kudo exclaimed. "Aunt Saku, you, Terry, and Elle should come! Booker and I will be there!"

"What sort of party is it?" Saku asked. "Formal, I presume?"

"Actually no," Conan piped up, finally deciding to do more than just stare at the woman he thought was Rachel. "It seems Mr. Hotchkins decided to keep up with the stereo type of the eccentric billionaire and made the unveiling of the gem a costume ball."

"Huh?" Elle was perplexed. "But...why? It's no where near Halloween. Plus, he wants to protect the stone; otherwise he wouldn't want those cops and da–err Mr. Moore and everybody there... All the guests—including any potential thieves—will be in costume. Couldn't that somehow make it easier for thieves to—"

"Exactly." Conan cut in. "It's kind of a stupid idea, but like I said—stereo typical eccentric billionaire."

"So what's everyone going to dress up as?" Harley asked around the table. He was the only one not going to the ball (Conan: "Quick! Call the fairy godmother!"). "Bet you're going as Sherlock Holmes huh, Conan."

'Like you need to be a detective to figure that out.' Elle thought.

"Like you need to be a detective to figure that out." Richard snorted.

"You should go as a crab, Richard. You certainly act like one." Conan shot back.

"Why you little—"

While Richard proceeded to try and pound the young detective, real Rachel was struck with an idea. 'Hmm... looks like I've stumbled onto what Mr. Kudo and the rest of the population of mystery writers like to call a "hunch". Yeah...that's the only theory I've got to go on as to why someone would impersonate a supposedly dead me in the first place...I mean, if I exclude the evil crime syndicate theory, that is. If I'm right, she, or maybe even he, is a real veteran and a pro at this sort of thing.' She stole a glance at Jimmy.'I mean, fake me's even fooled Jimmy for crying out loud! Hmm...all I need is a fingerprint or something from that phony and then I can break into the Tokyo crime lab and—yeah. That just might work.'

"Yeah..." Elle mumbled.

"'Yeah' what?" Mrs. Kudo asked. It was good proof that she could be just as observant as her son. "Know what you're going to be for the consume ball?" She couldn't tell why exactly, but there was something about Elle she really liked...almost as if she'd known her before for a really long time...

"Err...Yeah!" Elle responded. "I totally know what I'm going to be for the ball!"

"Elle, I hope you decided to wear something nice for once." Aunt Saku commented. "I've been trying for years to get her to wear something else besides those ragamuffin garments."

"Ha ha. No, I think you might actually approve of my attire for the costume party." The young girl said.

"Just make sure you've got it by this Friday." Richard informed them while getting Conan in a headlock and giving him noogies. "That's when the ball is."

"And today's Monday..." Elle mused. She turned her eyes to the woman who dared to masquerade as her former self. 'Looks like I've already set my deadline for catching this jerk.'

"That's more than enough time..."

Megure's sudden shouting caused everyone to jump out of his or her seats.

"Hey, it's time to go!" Inspector Megure boomed over the conversation. "The waiters said they're going to be closing in two minutes!"

While everyone was getting their things together and heading for the door, Elle (making sure she wasn't seen, of course) whipped out a plastic bag from her messenger bag and nicked the cup Fake Rache had been using during the meal.

"Time to pretend to be Jimmy and crack this case..."

Well, sorry if that's too short. Like the title of the chapter says, I'm setting the stage for the Saturn Stone Caper! Kind of like another introduction or something. Hope it wasn't too painful to read. Oh yeah, the costume thing, I was intending for this to come out around Halloween, but I never made it, sorry! Anywho! OMG! Conan! When the heck will you wise up? You were making some progress to realizing that woman's a fake but then...OH THE AGONY! I wonder if Elle's hunch will be correct? Can you even guess what her hunch is? Probably... But I bet you can't guess what her costume's gonna be! Either way, I'll try to be better about keeping up with posting. Find out what happens in the next chapter...whenever that'll come out. See you next time! MOSTLY ALL TYPE OF FEEDBACK IS WELCOME (EXCEPT FOR THE MEAN KIND)