Okay, boys and girls! Can you guess what time it is? (Waits for you guys to answer, then nods) Uh-huh! That's right! It's disclaimer time! Do you all know what the letter "M" stands for? (Waits for response, then nods again) Right again! "M" stands for "Mauled by Squirrels (dat's me) does not own Detective Conan/Case Closed, nor will she ever." (Everyone goes "Aww…") Now, here's the tough one…let's see if you can guess what the letter "A" stands for. (Waits for response, then nods her head) Wow! That's correct! I'm very impressed! "A" stands for "Adult Swim sucks a$$ for taking away Mauled by Squirrel's only source of Detective Conan/Case Closed." Damn sons of ##CENSORED## I can't believe those mother ##CENSORED## would do such an awful thing! (Yes, I know this happened a while ago, but I still carry the grudge…it was an awesome show! How could they! I say we all start bugging those dorks down at the TV station! Who's with me? ) I'm not going to cry though…I must be strong…for the…(tears form in eyes) small group…of people who…who actually reviewed! (Bursts into tears and falls to the floor on her knees) On with my stupid story! (Pulls out tissues to wipe up river of tears and snot falling from her face) I'm okay!
"I'm writing fanfiction!" talking
'I'm writing fanfiction!' thinking
Other stuff in Italics is usually a flashback or onomatopoeias or something.
Oh yeah, heh heh. I was reading through my intro and I felt bad because it seemed as if I was, I don't know, excluding the people who get their DC/CC undubbed. At least, that's what I think. So to all of you who read this fic and get the pure unadulterated form of DC/CC, I bestow my deepest apologies…Just in case you're pissed.
Oh yeah, I probably should've included this earlier. It's a key to who's who in terms of English and Japanese names, sorry if I get them wrong…if you look on other fics you'll be able to find out the correct Japanese names:
Jimmy Kudo/Conan Edogawa: Shinichi Kudo
Rachel Moore/ Elle Miyazaki: Ran Mouri
Richard Moore: Kogoro Mouri
Eva Kaden: Eri Kisaki (I think)
Vivian Kudo: Yukiko Kudo (I think)
Booker Kudo: Yusaku Kudo (I think)
Dr. Agasa: Dr. Agasa
Harley Hartwell: Heiji Hattori (I think)
My deepest apologies for the wait; for anyone who's wondering, my science project sucked, the Christmas party went all right, and my sweet old granny is alive and kickin'! Please enjoy my latest chapter! Sorry for spelling and grammar errors!
Chapter 6:
Secret Conversations and Musing in the Night! / Excuse Me, But do You Know Who's Finger Prints These are?!?
Somewhere Tokyo, a grumpy person in a cheap motel room waits for a phone call…Ring! Ring!
"Hey, it's about time you called!"
"Yeah well, this Moore guy and the twerp he lives with are a pain in the ass. This bitch's other friends are pretty annoying too…wouldn't stop their damn hugging…they're so suffocating!"
"Never mind them! And freaking whisper, okay! Now, are you getting all the info we need for the job?"
"Yeah, whatever. I got the info. Those bonehead cops won't know what hit 'em!"
"Good, so we can proceed with the plan, then."
"We sure as hell can! And no one will ever suspect the sweet and lovable long lost 'Rachel Moore' to be in on the heist! Hahaha!"
"This might just be our easiest theft yet!"
"Yeah, I can't wait to get away from these people and this stupid Rachel disgui—OH SHIT! I think somebody's listening in on our conversation!"
"Shit! Hang up then, stupid!"
In the Moore Household the night after Jimmy/Conan's Birthday…"Who ya' talkin' to Rachel?" Conan asked. He heard some swearing coming from the living room and came to investigate.
"Uh-um, nobody! It's late, get to bed, Conan!" a cranky Rachel replied. She quickly hung up the phone.
"Yeah sure…" Conan turned away from Rachel and walked to his room. He shot her a suspicious look over his shoulder and bid her goodnight.
'That was way different from the Rachel I knew…hmm…I wonder who she was talking to? I couldn't really hear anything besides the swearing, but I think she said something about a heist…' Conan mused as he prepared for bed.
'I admit, seeing her again for the first time in years at the restaurant made me so…overwhelmingly happy, but…when I think about it, something feels really off about her. The swearing from the living room, that had to be her…I almost never ever hear her swear, and never so casually. Something's up and it's made her really upset. Or maybe something happened to her to make her different, or… maybe she isn't really Rachel…nah! That's crazy! Who the heck would want to impersonate Rachel?' Conan shook his head at his imagination.
'The mentioning of a heist, however, doesn't really sit well with me though…what has she been up to in the years she's been gone?' The sleuth pulled back the covers and hopped into bed. 'And come to think of it, that Elle chick was acting kind of weird too…'
Our hero soon drifted off to sleep, with uneasy dreams full of secret phone conversations, thieves, and a blue-eyed brunette martial artist.
Back with Fake Rache….
Ring! Ring!
"Dammit, Kairi, pick up!" the irate impostor swore under her breath. She took a quick look around the empty living room to double-check if anyone was around.
"Hello?" an equally cantankerous voice answered.
"It's me! (Takes another look around the room) I think that kid suspects something! You should've seen the look that brat threw me when he went to bed!"
"What? Yeah right! You called me at…( checks clock )…2:30 AM for this?"
"No! I'm serious! I don't know how much he's heard, but I'll have you remember that from our shitty little stake out of this place two weeks ago we learned that this twerp was the nosiest of the entire bunch! I'll bet anything that he knows something's up and that he's gonna try and stick his nose into our business! Oh God…he'll probably try and drag his friends into it too! Maybe even the police!"
"Okay, okay! We'll figure out how to deal with the brat and the others later! We've still got time! Right now, just continue acting like the goody goody you're posing as. Now let me sleep!"
"Fine! But I'll get in contact with you later!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
CLICK!
That same night at an earlier time (though still quite late)…The true Rachel, AKA "Elle", let out a sigh of relief as the few remaining workers in the Tokyo crime lab at Police HQ turned off the lights and started to lock up. The shrunken young lady had dressed in black for the break in and carried a bag packed with all the necessary equipment (lock picks and the like). She had a mask over her face and even wore gloves so as not to leave fingerprints. She couldn't afford to be identified; she would get in serious trouble for breaking into Police HQ.
Elle leaned from her perch in the tree next to one of the lab's windows and proceeded to pick its lock. She didn't have to worry much about security systems; she became proficient at hacking during the years she spent away from home. Besides, since her dad was a former cop, she had spent loads of time wandering her father's workplace; she knew the place inside out. She had exactly two and a half minutes to pick the window's lock and open it before the lab alarm systems finally got turned on and heralded her arrival.
CLICK!
"Hmm… They really need to get a better alarm system for this place," Elle whispered as she slid the window open. "This one's too out dated and slow to start up." The shrunken martial artist popped out the window screen, cautiously tossed her messenger bag through the window, and hopped into the lab, being careful not to accidentally knock things over and alert people of her presence. Next, she quickly dealt with the security cameras, switching the live security footage (that had her in it) with a recording of last night's (that didn't have her in it and was acquired by her by hacking through the police station's computers). Once that was done, she was free to search the lab for the necessary tools.
"Now, where is it…Aha!"
Elle silently padded over to the set of equipment she needed to lift the fingerprints off Fake Rachel's Sushi Sam's cup and identify them. (I have no idea how police stations and crime labs and finger print identification tests go, so I'm just going to be really general and not use details. Sorry if it all seems so far-fetched. Same goes for the break in and police security systems) After she got the prints off the cup, Elle then ran a computer analysis on them. Needless to say, the police database gave her some very interesting results.
"Jackpot!" the young martial artist quietly cheered. She printed the information and saved it on her memory stick just in case she lost the papers. (I've got no idea if that's the right name for it; I've got one though. It can store more than a floppy disk. I love it because it holds all my school stuff and free time writing projects on it those are a lot of words. I used to have them all on separate floppy disks that'd I'd always lose because there were so many I save everything; I'm sentimental, but now, everything's saved all on one little thing-a-ma-jig. Any way, enough of my prattling…)
Elle walked over to the printer and shuffled through the papers. "Let's see what we have here…" It was the file of some international thief wanted in 27 different countries! "Looks like my hunch was right." She whispered to herself. "Hmm… according to her record, she's got an accomplice. Better get the info on him or her as well." And so she did, repeating the same print and save process she used for the info on Fake Rache.
Our heroine was just finished putting the finger printing equipment and computer back to their original state and was about to fix the security cameras when she heard some voices coming from down the hall.
"Yeah, Bob. The missus was all in a huff when she found out I forgot her present in the lab…" came a muffled voice through the door.
"Ha, sucks for you Phil…" came a second.
'Ah! No, Phil! Not in the lab!' Elle thought in a panic. 'I'm in the lab!' Elle quickly gathered her things and fixed the cameras. She could hear the footsteps coming closer and closer. 'Crap!' The girl made a mad dash for the window and leapt outside. She was lucky the lab was on the second floor; Elle didn't think she could land safely if she jumped out of a higher window. Our heroine hit the ground running and was out of sight by the time Phil came to investigate the screenless window.
"Huh?" Phil scratched his head when he got to the open window. "Why was the screen popped out?" The man then shrugged and put the screen back in its proper place. He had no idea what occurred that night in the lab, nor would anyone else for that matter.
WOW! Who would've figured Fake Rache to be such a potty mouth? Was anyone expecting Real Rachel/Elle to be pretty good with break ins? And if anyone's tired of Clueless Jimmy/Conan, raise your hand! We're getting closer to the night of the heist and the night of the reunion between our favorite karate gal and detective guy! Yay! I can't wait, can you? If you're like me, then hang in there! It takes me forever to update, sorry! Hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Consider it an apology for the long update and a belated Christmas gift rolled into one. See you next time! MOSTLY ANY KIND OF FEEDBACK IS WELCOME (EXCEPT FOR THE MEAN KIND!)
