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"I wonder what's taking the twerp so long," Serena Sebastian, dressed all in black and wearing a long blonde wig, said to Kazuha Toyama.

Both happened to be hiding behind cement pillars in the first floor of one of Serena's father's company's old abandoned warehouses. (that's a mouthful). Both also happened not to want to be in this particular place at this particular time, but they had promised Rachel Moore, who was tied up and leaning against a wall, that they would accompany her on her expedition to find out if Conan Edogawa, the boy they'd known and loved for a long time, was actually Jimmy Kudo, the famous high-school detective that had apparently gone missing.

Both also knew that Rachel tended to be paranoid.

Chapter 5

Neither one thought that the little boy would actually turn out to be Jimmy Kudo.

This would just be a figment of a fictional book, a children's book, that Booker Kudo, Jimmy's father, had written. The book was quite popular with both the American and Japanese public, and had taken off in other countries as well.

But, it was fictional.

Right?

"I know, he should be here by now," Kazuha replied to Serena's comment. She snuck a glance at the tied-up Rachel. She happened to look very uncomfortable in her bonds, but otherwise fine. She fixed her hat, making sure that the tiny camera got a good picture of everything.

"Well he would be, if he was really Jimmy. Nothing would stop him from getting to her," Serena said under her breath.

"Unless he didn't get the message,"

"Oh, he got the message alright," Serena said.

"Faster, Harley! Faster!" a little boy urged the driver of the motorcycle upon which he was currently riding.

"Shut up, Kudo! I'm going as fast as the speed limit will allow!"

"So break the speed limit! I'll reimburse you for the amount of the ticket!"

"And what about gas!"

"You'd have to pay for that anyway!"

This little word battle had been going on for quite some time. The boy, Conan Edogawa, was right now frightened for the girl he loved. She apparently had been captured by a criminal organization that was responsible for his current appearance: a little boy.

"Kudo! What are you going to do when you get there!" Harley shouted back at the seventeen-year-old-turned-seven.

"I'm going to go in! If I don't come out in five minutes, come in after me!" Conan shouted over the roar of the engine.

They were approaching their destination: an old abandoned warehouse in the shopping district. It used to be owned by Sebastian Inc., a company owned by the father of one of his friends.

"Kudo! That plan is flawed in so many ways!" Harley Hartwell shouted at him. He cut the engine.

"Do you have a better one!" Conan challenged, hopping off the bike. He took a second to look at the looming building, and then started recklessly running toward it.

"Kudo!" Harley shouted, taking off his helmet. He sighed. 'That kid'll never learn,' he thought, knowing very well he shouldn't really call Conan a kid. All he could do was watch Conan enter the building, and wait five minutes.

The inside of the building was made of concrete, held up by support beams that stretched high up to the cieling. Overall, it was a very well-built warehouse. Everything looked sturdy and workable, except for the cobwebs covering the surfaces.

'No one's really been in here for a while,' the teen mind of the detective thought. 'There's dust almost everywhere and I'm sure some of the equipment rusted,' Pulling out a flashlight, he continued furthur.

"Here he comes!" an excited Kazuha whispered hurriedly to Serena Sebastian. Serena cleared her throat. They had to sound like men.

"Rachel!" Conan shouted boyishly, his flashlight finally falling on the tied girl.

Rachel played her part, her eyes widened and she struggled against her bonds, making sounds against the cloth gagging her mouth.

Conan rushed over to her, desperately pulling at the ropes and chains.

Rachel felt a rush of sympathy. If the kid really wasn't Jimmy, she'd really have to make up for putting him through all this trouble and worry. Wiping the emotion off her fact, she shouted at Conan when he removed her gag.

"Conan! You have to leave!" she took the quote straight from the book.

"No!" he shouted. "Listen, Rachel. I'm going to get you out of here, no matter what,"

The look in the boy's eyes almost made her call the bluff right then. But she held fast.

Conan tugged at the ropes again. 'C'mon! Break!' he willed them. 'If you don't, Rachel could die!'

"No use tugging," came a masculine voice from behind him. Conan turned to see a man with long blonde hair.

"Gin," Conan hissed.

Behind him, Rachel looked surprised, but it went unnoticed by the kid detective.

"She's not leaving. Those bonds won't, and never will, break," he continued.

"You wouldn't be able to release her even if you had a chainsaw," another said, coming around another pillar.

"Vodka," Conan hissed again, turning to the man.

"But that doesn't mean you won't try, eh, detective?" Gin asked slyly.

Conan turned back to Rachel, hoplessly tugging at those ropes. 'They know I'm me!' he thought. 'I've got to get Rachel out of here! Even if I can't save myself I've got to save her!' Conan froze. 'But what if they tell her?' his thoughts drifted as he returned to tugging.

The action proved fruitless. His only option was surrender. He couldn't risk Rachel's life. Not to them, the ones who had destroyed his own.

"Alright," he said, ceasing to tug. "What do you want?" he straightened and looked toward the ground. The glare on his glasses covered his eyes and momentarily blinded the two 'men'.

"Conan?" Rachel asked, definately surprised. Although she was sure that he was Jimmy, she still hadn't expected him to say the line from the book word-for-word.

"I'm sorry, Rachel," he said, his hand actually coming upward. He flicked a button on the watch and a target sprang up.

Rachel shouted in surprise now. Her shout released as she slumped down to the ground.

Behind their masks, Kazuha and Serena were both terrified. Who was this kid?

"W-w-well, little boy, I didn't think you'd do that," Kazuha said, following the next line of the book.

Serena, catching on, quickly said, "But you're not really a little boy are you... Jimmy Kudo!"

Conan sighed. "What do you want?"

Kazuha and Serena gasped in surprise.

"Y-y-you really are Kudo!" Kazuha whispered horrified.

"Kudo!" a shout from the doorway resounded.

"Harley!" Conan shouted, apparently slightly relieved.

"Harley?" Kazuha asked, not heard by anyone other than Serena.

"I took a minute off you time limit, but I figured I could once I heard Rachel shout!" he said, finally reaching the seven-year-old.

"Thanks, but you gotta get Rachel out of here!"

"Whaa?"

"No time to explain! Just get her out of here!"

"What about you?" Harley questioned.

"Don't care about me!" Conan shouted, pushing the detective toward the teen. "Grab her. Run. Don't look back, no matter what. Don't let her leave your sight. You should probably go get Kazuha, too. Leave for someplace safe,"

Harley ran to Rachel, slinging her over his shoulder. He gave one last look at the boy, and then ran back off down the dark hallway.

Conan turned back to Gin and Vodka. The two had strange looks on their faces, looks that Conan couldn't place. But it didn't matter.

"What do you want from me?" he seethed. "Isn't it enough that you took my body! Do you have to go around and take the people I care about too?"

Kazuha and Serena were at a loss for words.

But Conan was on a roll.

"What would you have done with her? Killed her? An innocent girl? She didn't do anything! Where's the justice in that?"

Kazuha and Serena took a step back.

"Or would you have robbed her of her body too? Using that obnoxious APTX-4869! Where is the pill, huh?"

Kazuha and Serena both looked around for a place to run to.

"Is there even an antidote?"

They froze. Conan's voice had changed. It was more filled with sorrow than with anger.

"Am I stuck in the body you gave me, forever? Longing for the body you took away? So many questions. Are you going to try to kill me again? Will you go after Rachel again? Because if you are you'd better kill me. I'd die before you laid a harmful finger on her. She's my life. And she's waiting for me to come back. Sure I've taken a temp. antidote, but it only lets me be me for a few hours. I keep promising her I'll come back for good, but... I can never actually know if I ever will..."

"Oh, Conan!" Kazuha couldn't help but shout. "That's horrible!"

Serena elbowed her, and looked apprehensively at the boy.

Conan was on high alert. Who were these people? They obviously weren't Gina and Vodka. He'd figured that out a while ago. But he had to keep playing just in case they were from the BO. But now it looks like...

"Kazuha?" he asked, horrified. He stepped back, figuring he'd run.

Vodka started, and then shrugged. She took off the hat and overcoat, tossing them aside.

"And who are you?" 'Please don't be Serena. Please don't be Serena,'

Serena took off her het, overcoat, and wig.

"Oh, Gods, no! Serena?"

"You got it, twerp!" she said, holding up two fingers.

"Oh, no. Please, no. Please don't let this be real," Conan muttered this phrase over and over to himself.

"What's the matter, Conan? Something wrong?" Kazuha asked.

"Yes, Kazuha! Something is very very wrong! I just told you the biggest secret ever! And now you've put yourself in danger!"

"What do you, like, mean?" Serena asked.

"The real Black Organization! They're here!"

"WHAT!" both Kazuha and Serena shouted.

"And now that you know my secret, you're all in terrible danger! There's no telling what the BO will do to you!"

"Then let's get out of here," Kazuha suggested. Conan nodded, starting to sprint toward the door.

They left the warehouse, unaware of the eyes following them.

'Jeez, Neechan! When did you get so hard to carry!' Harley thought, while leaving the warehouse. He pushed her onto his bike, thankful for the weight leaving his shoulders.

He tried the ignition.

It started.

"What?" Harley said, turning the ignition again.

"What's the matter?" Harley asked, not expecting an answer.

"Well, the problem would be the empty tank of gas, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah, thanks!" Harley said. "Wait!"

He flipped around quickly, in time to see a fist collide with his face.

"Well, Gin. I'd say this is a good load for the day,"

"I'd agree, Vodka. Not one of those teens will know what hit them,"

They paused, dropping their loads.

"What's this?" Gin asked.

"Looks like a camera, Gin," Vodka answered

"But why is it on a hat?"

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