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Harley and Jimmy quickly came up with a plan to make Jimmy ba able to get some fast information.

"Inspector!" Harley called, coming out of the bedroom. Rachel held her breath as he approached.

"Harley?"

"I'm gonna take Kud- I mean Ikudo- down to the station for some questioning,"

Chapter 6

"To the station?" Takero retaliated, "But you don't even work at the station!"

"Shhh," Harley whispered, "But he doesn't know I don't. I think he may come around by being at the place," he secretly winked at Rachel.

"Ah, good idea. Intimidation," Takero complemented

Harley then turned and made a big show of telling Jimmy.

"Hey! Ikudo!" he shouted into the room. Then he said, "I'm gonna be taking you down to the station for questioning,"

"What!" came the bodiless reply, "But I didn't do it!"

"But we still need to bring you in. Come on,"

Harley came back out of the bedroom holding Jimmy's hands behind his back.

"Do you need a squad car?" Takero asked, attempting to play his part. Jimmy and Harley almost laughed.

"Uh, no sir," he said, ushering Jimmy toward the stairs and leaving the police and other suspects behind.

"Why do you have to be so rough?" Lizzy called, finally deciding that she thought Jimmy was innocent, "He said he didn't do it!"

"Security purposes, ma'am," Harley quickly made up.

Jimmy flashed Lizzy a grateful smile. At least someone who didn't know who he really was thought he was innocent.

Harley then shoved Jimmy into the stairwell. As they descended, Harley and Jimmy conversed.

"Who was that?" Harley asked.

"Her name's Lizzy. She was the stiff's dance partner,"

"Ouch. Poor girl,"

"I think she liked him too,"

"Double ouch. She was the one who found the body, right? What was she doing in there?"

"Rachel had asked her to come to my room after they danced so that they could talk. I would be in Rachel's room fixing her alarm clock, so that's why they didn't want to talk in Rachel's room,"

"I see,"

They broke out into sunlight, and Harley pointed to his motorcycle.

"Get on," he said.

Jimmy obeyed.

It wasn't a long trip to the police station.

"Stay here for a minute," Harley said.

He went inside, and came back out with a police officer.

"Jimmy, I'd like you to meet Mr. Cole. Mr. Cole, Jimmy-"

"Kudo, right?" the man said.

Jimmy was put on alarm. "How did you know that?"

"I'm police filer. I take care of all the case files, organization, and placement. I am also head researcher. I've seen your picture many times,"

"But I'm wearing hair dye and contacts,"

"I'm colorblind,"

Jimmy didn't know what to say to that. He had a point. He hadn't changed any physical features. A colorblind person clearly could pick him out.

"Cole," Harley said, breaking the silence, "Right now, he's the head suspect in a murder case. Can you play?"

"Sure," he said, grabbing Jimmy roughly and bringing him in. "Alright everybody, move it! This way to my office, mister," he said, speaking to Jimmy while moving through the crowds of prople inside the police station.

Once inside the office, Cole let go of Jimmy and turned to Harley. "How was I?" he asked.

"Played like a true actor, sir,"

"And what does young Mr. Kudo need? I'm suspecting he's undercover. That would be why he's the lead suspect?"

"Correct, sir, as always. He needs any useful information on all of the other dancers. Their names are on this sheet," Harley said, handing him small slip of paper.

"I'll get on it, Harley. But I do have other things to do. I'll have to do those first, you understand. I'll get to it as soon as I can," he said, placing the sheet aside.

"Now, miss Elizabeth. You were the one that found the body, is that correct?"

"Yes," Lizzy replied.

They were all still standing in the hallway of their floor, waiting to be questioned by Inspector Takero. Jimmy had left with Harley a good half hour ago, and Lizzy was the last to be questioned.

"And you were also his partner?"

"Yes,"

"Did you by any chance know of anything scandalous that he'd done?"

"No!" Lizzy persisted, getting sgitated. "Michael was an honest person, no matter how much of a ladies man he was,"

"Alright, alright! Calm down," Takero said, "Now, why were you here?"

"Rachel had asked me to meet her in Jimmy's room after we'd danced. We were going to talk about some things,"

"What things? And why Jimmy's room?"

"Jimmy was going to fix Rachel's alarm clock. He would be in her room. She thought there would be less distractions in Jimmy's room,"

"I see. And what things were you going to talk about again?"

"None of your buisness!" Lizzy said, she turned away.

"Well, it seems we're not going to get anything else out of her tonight," Takero said finally. "You are all free to go to bed,"

Rachel quickly exited to her bedroom, motioning for Elizabeth to follow her.

Upon reaching the bed, Lizzy broke into a fit of tears. "He's gone, Rachel. He's gone. The only man I ever loved,"

"It's alright, Lizzy," she said, hugging her. "It's alright... Do you think Jimmy did it?" Rachel asked her.

"Rachel!" she said, astonished, "Are you suggesting you think he did it? The guy you love!"

"No! No!" Rachel said, "I've believed in his innocence from the very beginning... But do you?"

"After everything that's happened. My heart is telling me Jimmy didn't do it, and I believe it,"

"Really?" Rachel asked hopefully.

"Yes,"

"Thank you, Lizzy," she said hugging her again.

Fatigue soon took over and the girls drifted off into sleep, both upon Rachel's bed.

A few moments later, Jimmy entered. Convinced no one but Rachel would let him sleep in their room, since he was now a criminal, he opened Rachel's door to the unsuspecting sight. Jimmy smiled at the tow sleeping girls and reached for an extra blanket in the closet. It had been a tiring evening. Tossing one of the blankets over Rachel and Lizzy, he stole to one of the comfy armchairs and threw a blanket over himself, falling asleep almost instantly.

The rest of the week passed by as just as uneventful as the first. Although, Rachel and Lizzy were the only ones who would talk to Jimmy, as they were the only ones who believed in his innocence.

On Sunday, Rachel and Jimmy were set to go and practice their upcoming dance with Mr. Takino and Rika, when Jimmy recieved a call. He got up from his chair to answer it.

"Jimmy? It's Cole,"

"Mr. Cole! Have you found something?"

"I think so. I have all of their records up. You should come to the station and see," he hung up.

"Rach?" Jimmy called to the napping figure on the bed. He advanced toward her, "Rachel," Jimmy said soothingly, trying to wake her up.

"Five more minutes, honey," Rachel said, pulling him down onto the bed.

Jimmy turned red, but liked it all the same. Remembering after a few moment's that he had to wake her up, he shook her gently and called her name.

"Rachel... Rachel, please I need to get up,"

"Aww, Jimmy. You're no fun," Rachel sighed. Jimmy sighed too, thinking that she was awake.

How wrong he was.

Rachel then rolled her way on top of him, her head in the crook of his neck.

"Now can we have five more minutes, Jimmy?" she said seductively, spinning Jimmy into wondering what was going on in her dream.

Jimmy turned redder. "No, Rach," he groaned. "As much as I'd love to, I have to get up. Someone needs me,"

"I need you," she retaliated, increasing the tightness of her hold on him. "I need you more than anybody, Jimmy Kudo. And the kids need you most after me,"

"Kids?" Jimmy asked.

"Well sure," she replied, pulling herself up to his ear. "You are my husband after all, and we have two kids, Conan and Amy, remember?"

"Er-" Jimmy said, clearly not remembering.

"And just yesterday you were thinking about having a third," she said, suddenly biting his ear.

A shiver passed through Jimmy at this sudden action. She was dreaming of him, and two kids, and having- a third. And she was dangerously close to getting a start on that if she kept this up.

"What do you think, honey?" she asked, "Want to-"

"No, Rachel," Jimmy persisted, "I really have to go," he said smoothly, trying not to pretend he was enjoying her actions.

"But-" she said.

"No, buts, honey," he said, cupping her chin. "Now could you get off me?"

"Oh, Jimmy," Rachel said disappointingly. She then rolled off of him and resumed her earlier position, but then she turned. "Anything you need me to do this morning?"

"Er- yes!" Jimmy said. "I need you to call Mr. Takino and Rika to say that I can't make it to the lesson. Rika will understand,"

"Who's Rika?" Rachel asked, suddenly becoming alarmed. "Are you having an affair?"

"No, of course not, honey!" he soothed, desperately wishing he wasn't in this position. "Rika is our dance teacher, remember?"

"Oh, Rika," She said. "Now I remember, silly me," she giggled.

Jimmy got up from the bed, leaving Rachel a note that she did indeed need to call Mr. Takino and Rika when she woke up. He headed for the door.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Rachel asked him.

"Er- no?" he asked hopefully.

"What? No kiss goodbye?" she asked, seeming hurt.

"Not today, honey. I... I have a- a-... cold sore!"

"That's never stopped you before. Besides you don't have that virus. You don't get cold sores, Jimmy Kudo. Why won't you kiss me?"

"I'm sick?"

"That doesn't sound very convincing. And you were fine yesterday. Plus you wouldn't be leaving if you were sick,"

"Can't get anything past you, can I?"

"Not when I'm married to the greatest detective in the whole world,"

"You're just saying that," Jimmy said.

"No, remember. You got that award from the president of the U.S.A. saying that you were the best. Now kiss me,"

Jimmy was going to have to get over the fact that he was going to have to kiss her.

'Don't kill me for this Rachel,' he pleaded, coming over to her sleeping form. He took a deep breath and kissed her on the cheek.

"That wasn't a real kiss, Jimmy. Don't try to get out of that," she said, pulling his mouth down forcefully onto hers.

Jimmy's mind was blown when Rachel pulled him in for that kiss. It was his first, and he knew it was hers too. 'Not real,' Jimmy reminded himself, 'She's just dreaming... But why would she be dreaming of this?'

Jimmy pulled back before tongues got involved.

"There," she said, "Was that so bad?"

'Not at all,' Jimmy said to himself, desperately wishing he could do it again.

"There. Don't forget to say goodbye to the kids on your way out," she said, letting him go.

She turned away from him. And Jimmy ran out of that hotel room, solemnly swearing that he would never tell a soul that this had happened.

Jimmy didn't get to the police station until some time after, having stopped at a fountain to dunk his head under water, and then buying a towel from the nearest convenience store to dry it.

"Here you are, Jimmy," Detective Cole said, turning the computer monitor to face him. "This is Elizabeth's file. It says she filed a restraining order of some kind,"

"Does it say who?" Jimmy said, finding it hard to concentrate with the events of that afternoon.

"No, so I suppose we'll have to look for a copy of the document, which seems to be missing from her actual file, or we'll have to find the actual document, which Miss Elizabeth should have in her posession. She apparently had been warned to keep it with her at all times just in case he shows up, so she can show it to the nearest police officer and they'll arrest the man... or woman,"

"Right," Jimmy said. "Is there any way to know if someone has looked at her file lately, possibly taking the copied document?"

"There is a way, but it'll take a while. And even after that there's no guarantee that that guy actually has the copied document. Your best hope would be to somehow ask Elizabeth about the actual restraining order,"

"But how to do that without giving away who I am," Jimmy pondered aloud.

Detective Cole nodded.

Just then, a phone rang. Jimmy fished in his pocket for his cell phone, drawing it out and looking at the caller ID. Seeing that is was Rachel, he promptly blushed for no apparent reason, and then flipped the phone open.

"Hi, Rach," he said.

"Jimmy! There's been another one! Another murder! It's Lizzy!"

TBC!

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