Disclaimer: I don't own DC/CC. I probably never will. How depressing...I'm so depressed, my disclaimer is uncharacteristically short...
"I'm writing fan fiction!" speaking
'I'm writing fan fiction' thinking
Other stuff in Italics is usually a flashback or onomatopoeias or something.
This is for TomikoChan who's tired of stoopid Jimmy. Thanks for reviewing! You and everybody else who does keep me writing. I love you all so much! (Wipes tears from eyes)
this is only part of chapter 7 and proof that i haven't forgotten my baby!
Chapter 7:
How Jimmy Got His Groove Back/ It's the Epiphany of the Great Detective!
Jimmy couldn't sleep for long with the confusing dreams he was having. He woke up around one o' clock and lay in bed for an hour trying to go back to sleep when he heard a light shuffling through the halls. Figuring that he wouldn't be getting to bed any time soon, he decided to see who was up at that ungodly hour. He tip-toed through the hall and saw a distressed Rachel using the phone.
'She looks really nervous and a little panicked about something... looks kind of pissed too.' Jimmy thought. He saw her pick up the phone, dial a number, and look around suspiciously. 'Who would she be calling at this hour?'
In light of his recent musings, Jimmy decided to sneak into the kitchen to eavesdrop on the other line. Boy was he in for a surprise!
Jimmy listened to the woman he thought was Rachel speaking to someone named...namedoh what was it? Cairo? No, that wasn't it! Oh yeah! It was Kairi! Either way, Cairo or Kairi, he couldn't believe his ears! Stake out...nosey twerp...the goody goody she was posing as! This lady he was eavesdropping on was definitely not Rachel! Jimmy's face was still plastered with shock when he hung up the kitchen phone.
How could he have been so blind? So foolish? So down right stupid? He was the Jimmy Kudo! Never mind he was masquerading as Conan Edogawa! He was still Jimmy, darn it! He was Tokyo's number one detective! He was Rachel Moore's best friend since childhood, and, he hoped, her one true love! Why did he not notice this before?
'I'm Jimmy freaking Kudo!' he thought. A mean glare replaced his dumfounded look. 'Rachel, I'm going to figure out who this imposter is! And when I do, she's gonna pay!'
"Hey, what are you doing up?" a sickeningly sweet voice said from behind him. Speak of the devil. It was Miss Fake-o. Her tone of voice was one a bratty child would use when trying to hide something terrible from his or her parents.
"O-oh!" Jimmy feigned surprise as he turned around to face the imposter. "Hey! I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd get a glass of water..." he trailed off. He saw that malicious glint in her eye and he knew what it meant. Her eyes screamed, "I'm going to go nuclear on you if you know what I'm up to and try to interfere!"
"Oh, is that so?" Fake-o crossed her arms over her chest and leaned on the kitchen doorway. "Where's your glass?" She quirked an eyebrow.
"I-"
"What the hell are you two doing up so late?" Richard cut Jimmy off, appearing behind Fake-o Rache-o. The ex-cop probably saved him from what could have been a disastrous situation. By the looks of it, Richard had also gotten up for a drink, and knowing him, it most likely wasn't water.
"Rachel, Conan, get to bed!" 'The nerve of these kids! Not letting an old man drink in peace!' the grown man thought.
"Yes sir." Both our hero and antagonist replied. Before Fake-o could say anything to Jimmy, he sprinted off down the hall and into his room, locking his door as soon as he was in.
'Whew, saved by the drunk,' he thought. 'I've got to be careful around that phony from now on.' The detective hopped into bed and pulled up the covers up to his neck. 'And it probably would be best if I kept this to myself. I can tell from that phone conversation I'm not dealing with friendly people. They might even be working for the Black Organization...oh God! If the others knew, more lives would be in danger! I've gotta unmask this faker alone, and fast!' He later fell asleep while thinking of a plan to unmask our villain.
That morning, Jimmy got up with a purpose. He was going to do the unthinkable. He was going to go into territory that he had never snooped in before and never would have if the real Rachel had been around. He was going to...to...gasp! He was going to go through Rachel's room to find out the true identity of the Faker!Now it wasn't that he never went through her things before; he did so hundreds of times when they were kids the first time around. (I mean, come on! The guy wanted to be a detectivehe had to be nosy!) But that was when they were kids. The room he wanted to search belonged to grown up Rachel, not little girl Rachel. Things change when you get older. He had absolutely no idea what to expect when it came to...um, shall we say..."certain drawers".
'Ugh...' Jimmy thought. 'Okay, I will not search through her unmentionables...not unless I have to.' A picture of women's underwear and Rachel flashed through his mind. The young detective shook his head. 'Ah! NO JIMMY! Bad thoughts! BAD!'
He knew that Richard was passed out and wouldn't be waking up until noon, even then, he'd probably only get up to stuff his face full of food, then fall back asleep (the old man was getting predictable in his old age). Fake Rache said she'd be out until two doing only God knows what (Ol' Jimmy was certain she was trying to contact that Kairi character). Jimmy would be free to search the room for the entire morning.
Well, this is just a part of Chapter 7: How Jimmy Got His Groove Back/ It's the Epiphany of the Great Detective! Why don't we call it a preview of coming attractions? Hope it wasn't too disappointing. Any who, it's my Spring Break and since I can't really go anywhere (I'm rather poor compared to all my rich preppy-preppity-prep-prep classmates at school; no offense to those of you who are well-to-do and preppy, I'm sure not all of you are snobs.But anyway... This one guy's going to Rome, Italy. I nearly strangled him out of jealousy!), I thought, 'Hey! This is a GREAT time to try an update my DC/CC fic! Awesome!' So here I am posting this little tid-bit of chapter 7, showing you all that I haven't yet given up. See you next time! MOSTLY ANY KIND OF FEEDBACK IS WELCOME (EXCEPT FOR THE MEAN KIND!)
