YAY And yet another chapter to the CC/ DC fic!

Pairings: Jimmy/Rachel or Shinichi/Ran And Conan/Amy or Conan/Ayumi

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Disclaimer: Standard

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"SHUT UP! You guys could get us found!" Conan said hurriedly. Although that didn't seem unlikely even without the shouts.

"And they weren't gonna come looking for us before?" Amy pointed out.

"Yeah, well... Hide!" Conan responded, still unbelieving that this girl was the one he was trying to protect and cared most for. Amy was Rachel. Rachel was Amy. 'How, though?'

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"Wait, guys! I've got an idea!" Mitch piped up. "Hide behind the door!"

"And just what will that accomplish, Mitch?" George asked.

"Just do it!" Conan said, tugging Amy along to hide behind the big door.

As soon as they got there, they heard thunderous footsteps from down the hall. 'Only one pair,' Conan thought, 'So only one man,' He held his breath as the man paused outside the doorway. Then he ran into the room.

Mitch took the lead and made a break for the doorway. The others followed suit. George closed the door behind him, setting off an automatic lock from the outside.

"See? I told you it would work!" Mitch said proudly.

"Yes, well we still don't know if anyone else will be after us. And we need to find and exit... and Rachel-" he cut off, looking at Amy. Only more questions formed in his mind. She shook her head as if to tell him, 'Not here'. "Well, we know that if anybody was following us, they would have gone that way-" he resumed, pointing down the hall way. He turned around, "So we go this way!"

Conan started off, linking his hand with Amy's. The other boys looked quizzical and slightly angry. Conan didn't notice.

"But Conan," Mitch piped up, "Didn't we see that other guy down this way?"

"Yes, but I'm sure he's already left the building by now. He wouldn't want to be associated with anybody who got caught in the place if we made it to the police,"

"Why don't we go to the police?" Mitch asked.

"Because, there's more at stake here. First we need to get out of here, then we can talk about going to the police. But by the time they get here, all evidence may have been erased,"

"But those two men!... They're locked in that room!"

"There's other ways of getting out of a room besides a door," Conan answered. Mitch stopped his questions... for now.

They stopped at the point where they would have to turn into the other hallway.

"Wait-" Conan said, starting forward again, but he was moving toward the wall.

Investigating closer, he was not surprised to find a secret door. "This was the room they kept Rachel in," Conan said, glancing up at Amy, who nodded to confirm. He opened it.

A set of chains was left on one of the walls. Conan glanced again at Amy with a sad expression. 'Is this what they did to you Rachel?'

Amy looked distracted, clearly not wanting to be here again. She missed Conan's gaze.

A thought then popped into her head.

Taking quick strides, she made her way over to an unused desk in the far corner.

This time, she felt Conan's, Grorge's, and Mitch's gazes upon her as she crossed the room expectantly.

"Amy?" Conan asked. Amy knelt down onto the dusty floor.

'Where is it?' she thought. 'I distinctly remember it being over here,' reaching her hand under, she felt around. 'Come on! This could be the difference between Rachel and Amy!'

Her hand brushed something that skittered a little bit out of reach. She felt a faint glimmer of hope. Repositioning herself, she continued her touching investigation. She could feel the Detective Boys looking at her with curiosity. Only Conan knew she had to be looking for something important, something that had to do with when she was held here, before she became Amy.

"I got it!" she cried triumphantly, pulling her fist out from under the desk.

"Whadja find, Amy?" George asked.

"Nothing special, just something of Rachel's that think she may be pleased to get back," She winked at Conan, then gasped. "Once we find her that is," she said, quickly covering for her alter ego.

"Oh yeah!" George said, comprehension dawning.

"We gotta save her!" Mitch said, trying to sound heroic.

Now Conan and Amy were faced with a problem. Both knew where the real Rachel was (as she was in the same room) But they both had to pretend that her whereabouts were still unknown. Although they had to pretend, Conan's heart was somewhat at ease knowing that Rachel was really out of harm's way.

"Uh... Well, it looks like she's not here," Amy said. "Perhaps she went back to the Detective Agency!"

"I don't think so, Amy. Evidence says that she was chained here, so they must have taken her along," Mitch said, examining the only portion of the room on which there was no dust.

"Maybe she was able to get out, and was waiting to make an escape. And we provided her with a diversion,"

"Conan! You of all people should know how protective Rachel is! If she heard, which she was bound to, that we were in trouble, she'd come to try and rescue us! Not to mention that you wouldn't just give up searching for her like this. Is there something going on?"

"Well maybe she did get out, and she's looking for us somewhere in the building. We could just have incredibly bad timing and exited the room after she passed by looking," Conan quickly supplied. "Besides, we still have to get out of the building, too!"

"Yeah but,- Rachel-"

"I have reason to believe that she's not in the building right now, okay Mitch?" Conan said, then quickly turned to Amy. "What do you think?" he asked her, hoping she'd help.

"I agree with Conan!" Amy said, "I don't think she's here either,"

"... Well if you say so," Mitch sighed, dejected.

"Come on, Mitch!" Amy said. "We still gotta get outta here, so let's go!"

Amy exited the room, with Conan right behind her. George and Mitch shared a look, one of the many that evening, and followed their two friends.

"What did you find, Rachel?" Conan asked her, calling her by her actual name for the first time in conversation. Ironically, this was not the conversation with Rachel he had hoped to have after this whole incident.

"Not here, Jimmy," she replied. The name sounded almost unfamiliar on her lips. After calling him Conan for so long, Rachel thought she'd have a hard time going back to "Jimmy".

"I think there's an exit this way!" she called pointing.

"What makes you say that, Amy?" George asked, not at all familiar with the way his friend was acting around Conan. Their relationship had been entirely too touchy-feely tonight. Mitch had told him that Conan had no feelings for Amy, but then what would explain the behavior?

"Well, we didn't hear another man come after us when they found out we were here. And if Conan's right, which he usually is, about that man leaving the building, then there must be an exit over here!"

"Brilliant deduction, Amy!" Mitch praised, then proceeded walking purposefully in between Conan and Amy in order to lead them down the hall.

As it turns out, Amy was right.

After proceeding down a few flights of stairs after finding a door at the end of the hall, the Detective Boys found themselves outside.

"YAY!" They chorused, overjoyed about being out of the building.

"This way," Amy said, leading out of the street. After turning the corner, they broke into a run.

"Where are we headed, Amy!" George huffed.

"Doctor Agasa's house!" she called back.

George paused. "But that's a really long way away!" he shouted, starting to run again.

"Not if you've got this!" Amy said, clicking a button on her own watch. A beeping started and a skateboard zoomed into view. "You didn't think Dr. Agasa only made you cool gadgets, right Conan?" she asked the boy who was staring transfixed at the skateboard.

"Is it solar powered like mine?" he asked, looking at the setting sun.

"Nope!" she said, allowing him to get on first. She jumped on behind him, hugging his waist. Conan promptly started to go red. Mitch and George stared angrily at Conan, and then figured out their own problem: Who was gonna be the one to hug Amy's waist? They grappled for the honor, at least until another skateboard showed up.

"You guys take this one and go phone the police!" Amy shouted, nudging Conan so that he'd take off.

Catching her drift, Conan sped away from the two boys who were staring blankly at the spot they once were.

"HEY!" they shouted a few moments later, finally letting realisation dawn.


Conan and Amy turned the corner and were out of sight of Mitch and George. Rachel shifted suddenly, finally able to comfortably hold the boy she so longed to be with. Jimmy noticed her change in position and his face flushed.

"Rachel?" he asked carefully, voice wraught with emotion.

"Please not now, Jimmy," Rachel said, sounding almost like her old self.

"But... How?-" he started. Rachel cut him off.

"Please?"

Jimmy stayed silent the rest of the ride, which was too short for Rachel's liking.

"Okay, we're here," Jimmy said standing upright. Rachel sighed and let go of him sadly. Jimmy took her hand and led her up to the door.

He rang the doorbell. It was opened a moment later by a flustered Dr. Agasa.

"Jimmy? Rach- uh... Amy?"

"It's okay, doc. I told him,"

"Everything?"

"No not yet. I was giving you time, seeing as you only learned the truth a few minutes ago,"

"Well, you'd better come in. I don't know what to tell your father, Rachel!"

They entered the house, finally settling in Dr. Agasa's modest living room.

"Now," Jimmy started. "i want to know what happened,"

And so the story was foretold (A/N: And since I've already taken three chapters to write the story, I'll just fast forward)

Jimmy sat dumbstruck. Finally getting the nerve to speak, he muttered, "So you- you're the first ever person to time travel?"

Rachel nodded. "And now I think I have a present for both of you," she said, fishing in her pocket. "I found this when I went back to the factory tonight. I had kicked it out of its case when I was the real me,"

She brandished a solid, two colored pill.

The doc and Jimmy gasped.

"Rach? Is that- I-is that-"

"The pill, yes,"

"R-r-really?" Jimmy asked, disbelieving.

"Well I don't know which pill you're looking at, but this is definately the one they stuck down my throat!"

"Rach! Do you know what this means!"

"Uh... Doctor Agasa can make an antidote and we can go back to being Rachel and Jimmy,"

'... Well I guess you do know,' Conan thought.

"Hold on a minute!" Dr. Agasa burst. "We may not be able to get an antidote for a long time! What will we do until then?"

They were all silent for a minute.

"Well, I don't think I'll be able to live at the Agency anymore," Conan said. "What if Rachel and I just live in my house? It's next door, and my parents won't mind, but what to do about you Rachel..."

"What about me?" she inquired.

"Well, we have to give you an alibi. You can't just disappear from the agency, your dad would go nuts!"

"What if I pretend your parents invited me overseas? We could call them and tell them. And them my dad really won't have any say in it because I've already 'left'. And you could tell him I brought you with me!"

"It's worth a shot, Jimmy," Dr. Agasa inputted.

"Alright, doc. I'm gonna use your phone,"


Doctor Agasa retreated into his lab after the arrangements had been made. He wanted to get working on the antidote straight away.

Rachel and Jimmy left Dr. Agasa's and travelled next door to Jimmy's house. Neither one really talked. They were a little bit too sleepy. Jimmy gave Rachel the spare room and within minutes, both were asleep.


"JIMMY!" came a shout from next door, along with a big crash as the wall of Dr. Agasa's lab came crashing down.

Jimmy immediately awoke and started for his balcony. How he had missed this sight. It wasn't unusual for the doc to be tearing walls down in the morning, and Jimmy had grown used to it in the time he had lived there.

"Yeah, doc?" Jimmy shouted back, not surprised to see Dr. Agasa sprawled in the flower beds outside his wall.

"I think I've done it!"

He had Jimmy's full attention now. "What!"

"I think I did it! I think I've got the antidote!"

Jimmy hurried inside and within minutes was at the doctor's door.

"Where's Rachel?" he asked as Jimmy helped him from the flower bed.

"I suppose you didn't wake her up," Jimmy said. "But I think this is better. I want you to use it on me, just in case it doesn't work,"

"But Jimmy! If it doesn't work you-"

"It could be potentially harmful, I know. And that's why I don't want Rachel to use it until after I've tested it,"

Jimmy's word seemed final and he followed the doc through the wall and into his lab.

"By the way," Jimmy asked, looking around, "What went on in here that caused this, doc?"

"The cure, actually. It caused a huge chemical reaction when I put the ingredients together,"

This did nothing to console Jimmy as he followed Dr. Agasa through the house.

"Now," the doc said. "Remove your clothes and step onto the bed," he ushered Conan into the lab room. In it was set up a single bed and a table. On the table was a purple liquid which, Conan could only assume, was the cure. After removing his clothes, Conan slipped into the bed, letting the covers hide any important parts.

"Okay, doc,"

Dr. Agasa came in. "Alright Jimmy. Now I'll step outside and when I do, take the antidote. Okay?"

"Okay," Dr. Agasa turned. "...Oh and doc?"

"Yes, Jimmy?"

"Don't let anyone in, especially Rachel...no matter how hard I scream, don't let anyone come in,"

Dr. Agasa looked grave, but responded, "Alright, Jimmy,"

He left the room.

Jimmy sat a moment, thinking of potential disasters that could happen when he drank that liquid. He took off his glasses. Then suddenly, on a spur of courage, he took the vial and drank it down.

TBC!


I had originally intended to finish this this chapter, but after copying the rest onto another document, I figured I'd give you guys some more and let me have time to finish it!

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