And the next chappie to Another Big Shrink P.S. I know this defies the laws of physics, but who said that stories had to be scientific!

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"Amy" stared out the window of the second grade classroom on the third floor of the school building. She was horribly bored. After all, she was a high school student-- and a high honors one at that. She didn't know how Conan could stand it, being in high school and having to act like a second grader. He should get nominated for an acting carreer. Come to think of it, she should get one too, since she had to act like a second grader AND not be able to know who Conan or Rachel were.

And so she mulled over her visit to the past so far, occasionally glancing at Conan, who also looked terribly bored. She wondered if his parent's knew that he was shrunken. She knew her father and mother didn't know, and she wondered how much Dr. Agasa had told her new "parents" in that letter. She felt it was at least enough for them to know not to talk about it with him, and to never talk about it with her. And they had kept true to their word, never speaking of it except when referencing to the day Rachel arrived at their house.

And so she never spoke of it, but this also gave the observational part of her mind time to explore why she never thought Conan was Jimmy. Conan had always been out when Jimmy called. Conan always seemed to know what Jimmy would have been thinking--making an excuse later that Jimmy told him. Conan had the knowledge and keen eye for details just like Jimmy.

But her mind still needed solid proof, and so she found herself staring at Conan when he was in a telephone booth often across the way from a telephone Rachel was in. Amy saw the emotion in his eyes when he pretended to be Jimmy, falling even more in love with her older self every passing day. And so, Amy was not surprised when he resisted her, and this proved Jimmy's love for Rachel more than anything. Of course, it somewhat mad her angry that Conan never noticed how alike Amy and Rachel were. Amy was just a smaller version.

Day Before

But, eager as always to get back to Jimmy, she wondered if she should tell him. It was, after all, the day before she had been shrunken in real time. She had literally lived these months all over again. And she didn't know what she had to do after the Rachel part of her went back in time. She could tell Conan, but that may alter history.

"Miss Amy?" the stern teacher asked.

Amy's head snapped up. "Yes?"

"Could you please come here and do this problem on the board?"

It was a mere order-of-operations problem, and Amy had no problem in completing it.

"Very good, Amy. You actually were paying attention,"

Amy smiled, somewhat nervously, and returned to her seat near the window. She sighed. What a boring life this was. Dr. Agasa had made sure that he told her the importance of laying low, at least until they could find an antidote, in a separate letter her "parents" had given her. She now understood what Conan was going through, trying to be with th eone you love, even if it may hurt in the long run. But he didn't see that the girl he loved was right here, two seats across from him, just in smaller version.

And so, Amy sat in her seat, staring out the window, thinking about the events that would happen the following afternoon.


Amy came home to a welcome from Mrs. Annika Omaya, the lady who was pretending to be her mother. They had given up their real last name, as she supposed Dr. Agasa had told them to, and created the false name under which they were naming Amy. Rachel sighed at the precautions. She wasn't a black-belt in karate for nothing!

Annika noticed something wrong with Amy right away. "Amy, dear? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Annik- mother. Just the date,"

Annika looked at the calendar, and realised the reason for Amy's sourness. "Oh, dear, I'm so sorry. I didn't realise tomorrow is the day you get... y'know,"

"That's alright, mother. I'm going upstairs now,"

And, Amy did go upstairs, to the room that she had been given in the household. It was a nice room, unlike the one at the Agency, complete with TV and a Gameman Cube. Under other circumstances, Rachel would have loved to have this room, except for the doll house in the corner. Her detective badge was on the dresser, the one that Conan had given her, and helped save her with when they thought she was kidnapped.

Thinking back to that day, Rachel almost laughed. It had turned out that the men they thought had kidnapped her were two actors performing a crime play at the town University. It was sort of strange to think back to that day and remember watching it, while also being in it.

And she also remembered when she told Conan that someday their destinies would become one. It sort of freaked him out. Of course, had he actually known who she was, he would have been more excited than freaked.

And then there was the matter of tomorrow. She knew she had to be at that warehouse at the same time as her older self was, but how to actually get Conan there. And she didn't even know if Mitch and George came with them! Oh well, it would play out the way it played out the first time she went through it, whether Mitch and George came, or not.

'But I somehow have ot get an antidote, this could be my only chance at returning!' she thought, and knew Conan must have felt this way many times. But perhaps she could play to Conan's mistrust of the men in black. From what Dr. Agasa had told her, Jimmy had a sore spot for these men, and she may be able to lure him to the warehouse using them as bait. Feeling satisfied, she decided to take a nap and sleep away the rest of the day.


Amy woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and in control. She was all set for the task she had before her on this fine Saturday, where she didn't have to go to school. At least, she was set with how to get them there, but not exactly how to get an aptoxin pill for an antidote, or get them out of the warehouse alive. Turning to the clock, she discovered it was very late, and her counterpart would have already left for the warehouse, treating herself to lunch at the cafe just around the corner, where she would accidentally meet Serena, and talk the afternoon away.

Amy figured she had enough time to get to Conan's house and tell him the story she had made up about an old abandoned warehouse. She smiled inwardly, trying to give herself a positive attitude about the new day.

Downstairs, both of her "parents" had gone to work, but they left a note saying that there was pancakes in the microwave for her to eat for breakfast, and that they didn't want to wake her up because they knew what a big day this was for her. Amy smiled at their thoughtfulness. Her actual father was never this thoughtful, and she practically never saw her mother.

She heated and ate the pancakes quickly, for she didn't know what time to arrive at the warehouse, but she had to get Conan to bite at the idea first.

And after her quick pancake feast, she ran upstairs for all the gadgets she would normally take with her on a mystery adventure. This was necessary so as not to let Conan think she wasn't serious about going to the warehouse. Pinning the detective badge on last, she raced out the door toward the Agency.

Arriving there in record time, she ran up the stairs really fast, making the thumping noises a second grader would make because they didn't know better. She rang the bell for the detective agency, a very drunk Richard Moore answered.

"Hello, Mr. Moore!" Amy said in a way-too-happy voice.

"Oh, it's just you," he said, sounding disappointed, "Conan's in here," he pointed. Amy went in. Mr. Moore took one last glance down the hallway, perhaps to see if there were any clients, and then shut the door dejectedly.

"You know, Mr. Moore, you really shouldn't drink all that much, it's bad for your health,"

"Now listen you little brat! You are not my boss and cannot tell me what I can and can't do!" and as if out of spite, he opened another can of beer.

Conan, hearing Mr. Moore's yelling, came into the kitchen. "Oh, Hello, Amy!" Conan said.

"Hey Conan!" she replied. "Guess what! I found a really neat case we can work on!"

Conan rolled his eyes, perfectly ready for one of her crazy stories, "Go ahead, but do we really have to work on a Saturday?"

"Yes. Okay. I heard yesterday about this abandoned warehouse on Parker Ave. And strangely, now weird sounds have been coming from it. And some civillians swear they saw men dressed in all black coming in and going out of the warehouse. Sounds like a good one, eh, Conan?"

Conan stared at her sweatdropping for a few seconds. Then something clicked inside his head. Amy saw Conan's face go from 'you're crazy' to 'what if it's them?'

"Come on!" Amy said, acting impatient, "Let's go!" she pulled him toward the door.

"Hey!" Mr. Moore called after her. "When am I gonna get lunch!"

Amy ignored him and shut the door.

"You said men dressed in black?" Conan asked when they were out of the building.

"Yah, supposedly, one of them has really long yellow hair, but that's just what my source told me,"

This fact seemed to justify that it was the people he was looking for, inside Conan's mind. Then he looked suspicious.

"And who's your source?" he said incredulously.

"I cannot divulge that information. I pinky swore not to tell,"

"But Amy!" Conan said, trying to bargain with her. "If we're working for a client, I think I deserve to know who that client is,"

"But we're not working for my source, he just supplied me with the info,"

"But then how do you know if it's valid?"

"How do you know it's not?"

"Amy, if you get this info from an invalid source, we may have been misinformed,"

"I trust this guy," Amy said. "And besides, do you have anything better to do?" She had Conan there.

"I guess not, but you trust practically everybody!"

"But I know this kid, he wouldn't lie to me, and you know him too,"

"Really? Who?"

"I'm still not gonna tell you,"

Amy knew that Conan was running the list of possible people through his mind. She giggled. They were almost halfway there, now. Having shorter legs really decreased their travelling speed. They ran by the cafe, where she spotted Serena talking to a boy. Knowing Rachel had long since left, she grabbed Conan's hand and picked up the pace.

"Whaaa, Amy! Slow down!"

"Aw, come on, Conan! You can go faster than that!"

These two remarks were heard by two people sitting on swings in the nearby park.

"Hey, that sounded like Amy!" the large one said

"And Conan," the logical one said.

Conan and Amy then came within their sights. Conan was... holding Amy's hand! This enraged one of the boys, and saddened the other. They both walked over to the path where they knew Conan and Amy would be walking.

"Hey, Amy!" George said enthusiastically, "Conan," he said with less enthusiasm.

"Can't talk," panted Amy, "Gotta go!" she once again started dragging Conan along the path. Curious now, the boys followed. They easily caught up with the dragging Conan, and began to interrogate him.

"Hey Conan, where'ya going?" George asked.

"Warehouse," Conan answeered, panting.

"Why?" asked Mitch. "You didn't get a case and didn't tell us right? Because you know we're a team,"

"No! Amy's just dragging me along... somewhat literally," this sparked a laugh in Mitch.

"Can we come?"

"No!" sounded Amy, from the front. She stopped dragging Conan and wheeled around.

"Why not, Amy?" George asked.

"Uh-" Amy said, not sounding so sure anymore, "Because it could be- dangerous! That's right, dangerous! And I think only Conan and I should go!"

"But Conan won't be enough to protect you!" George pressed, "You should take a man along,"

"Don't be silly, Georgie!" Amy said, calling him by the least manly sounding name she could, "Conan is 'man' enough for my needs, besides we aren't looking for trouble, right, Conan?"

"Right," he said, going along with her little plan.

"So we'll be going now," she took Conan's hand again and this time they ran together down the park path.

Two boys stood dumbfounded on the park path. Simultaneously they turned to one another.

"I don't like it,"

"Let's follow 'em,"


Conan and Amy arrived at the warehouse breathless and panting.

"I think this is it," Amy said.

"Well, it certainly does look abandoned," Conan replied, analyzing the structure, "Looks old too, why would someone be using it?"

"Dunno, Hey look! A car!" she pointed to a bush with a fender sticking out of it. The car was black, and looked expensive.

"Why would someone with an expensive car like that park it behind a bush? Anti-theft method, I suppose, but why this bush? Ant they'd have to unlock the gate first. They have to be using the warehouse," Conan thought aloud.

"I told you, now let's go in!"

"Wait, Amy! Like you said, it could be dangerous, maybe you should stay here,"

"Come on, Conan! I gave you the info, and besides, aren't you MAN enough to protect little old me?" She knew that would get him. Jimmy never backed down from a cowardice assault.

"Alright, then. Come on!" He swung the gate open, and they started the long trek up the dirveway.

They didn't notice the two figures following them.

TBC!


YAYNESS Another chapter! And this one had a lot of info in it too!

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