(She was beginning to wonder if any of the five of them were going to be mentally sane when they grew up.)

---------Jeva chan's Coincidental Valentine

((points)) If you haven't read it, go read it.

When you thought about it, it really was great that you'd hung out with Conan when you were younger, before you and your parents moved to America. Really, it was. If you hadn't then you would never have started thinking what you'd thought that day in…oh, it was about 9th grade, wasn't it? It was, because that was the year there had been a great influx of murder cases, and you'd been able to see Conan in action, watch him pick out the flaws in the case, and then have your mind work to figure out how you could get around that, fix it, to create…

To create the perfect murder…

All because of that day in ninth grade.

Conan smirked. It was the smirk you'd seen over a thousand times over the years, one that meant clearly, I know who it is. It was almost taunting, that smirk. And, as he began to explain it, your mind picked at the pieces, thinking back on other cases, and how other murders had gotten away with things, and how much you thought how stupid the murderer was for not noticing them, and fixing them, especially in the premeditated ones.

It was about the time that Edogawa Conan had been finishing up, when it happened.

When you Snapped.

Thinking gleefully back on it now, you could almost hear that wire in your brain snap. The nearly audible pop, the moment you went over the moon, loop-de-loop, or whatever the hell other way you want to put it.

'It would be so easy…I'll I'd have to do would be a twist, a pop, a different method of opening the door…and it would be perfect. The perfect murder.'

"…-kun? Are you alright?"

"Huh?" You'd blanked, but then smiled, winningly at Conan. "Oh, yeah, fine. Just got a little distracted."

He shrugged, and turned, motioning to the other two that the case was over, and it was time to go.

You smiled, thinking back on the string of murders that had started soon after you left collage. Perfect murders, all preformed by you.

But, you never thought he'd come back, challenge you and give you a run for your money so that you had to stay on your toes.

You never thought Edogawa Conan would return to the U.S.

You grinned, wickedly, at the full-grown man who stood before you. "Hello, Shinichi-niisan," you said, smiling. It had always been obvious, you thought. And you were always surprised that Ran hadn't caught on sooner. But, then again, you thought, she'd never really been open to the possibility.

Conan did not great you back. He merely stood there, a grim frown lining his face.

"I assume you've figured it out?" You asked, still with your malicious grin.

Still no answer.

"Didn't think you'd come halfway around the world to come get me, though."

"And I didn't think I'd ever have to send Yoshida Ayumi away for murder."

---------Omake, Challenge #28 Crossovertwist---------

Still no answer.

"Didn't think you'd come halfway around the world to come get me, though, and with an alias no less. So you've joined the psychic branch of the FBI? Should I be calling you Jordan Lucas-san now?"

"I never thought I'd ever have to send Yoshida Ayumi away for murder," Schinichi Kudou, disguised as Conan Edogawa, alias-ed as Lucas Jordan, said.

Twist from Kay Hooper's Hunting Fear.

For once, I can't blame Icka. This time, I blame Jeva.