Chapter Fifteen: I'm Sorry
Just then a man in black came to the cells and stood in front of Conan's cell.
"Please don't say it. Please don't say my real name." Conan thought. "If he says it then Rachel will know who I truly am without me telling her. Then I'd really be in trouble. Please please don't say it."
"So detective Jimmy Kudo so much for your little undercover act." The man said.
"He said it." He thought and looked to Rachel who had a dumb-as-a-stump look on her face. "But don't worry. I'm sure that you'll be very comfortable here. Wait no you won't. Because of the trouble you put us through, we're going to make your life a living hell." The man in black said walking away.
"My life's going to be a living hell just from Rachel let alone these guys." Jimmy thought. "Umm….Rachel I can explain." He said.
"No, it's okay I understand." Rachel said looking down, her bangs covering her eyes.
"You do?" Jimmy asked confused.
"I understand that you don't trust me!" Rachel screamed. She turned her back on Conan and started to cry.
"Rachel no. It's not that I don't trust you. I just wasn't about to let these idiots endanger your life. If something happened to you I don't know what I'd do! I'm so sorry Rachel. I didn't mean for it too go this far. In fact that's what I wanted to tell you. I…I can't stand watching you cry over me." Conan pleaded. "Please forgive me."
Rachel looked at him with tears in her eyes. She ran to the bars between her's and Conan's cells. Conan went up to where she was on the floor crying and reached through the bars and held her the best he could. After awhile Rachel calmed down but she still stayed latched onto Conan.
"Jimmy, Rachel somebody's coming!" Tania said. Rachel let go of Conan. They watch as a boy with brown hair and red eyes was thrown into the cell. He was currently unconscious.
"I wonder if he's a shrunken teen to." Conan said.
"Well probably. I mean it seems like there're putting all the shrunken teens here." Tania said.
"Hey wait." Rachel said shuffling around in her pocket.
"What is it Rachel?" Conan asked.
"I think I might have my cell phone." Rachel said now looking in her other pocket and pulling the phone out.
"Great now we can call Harley. I now a detective like him can't resist a good case like this." Conan said.
"And who better then you to know." Rachel said flashing Conan a wide sweet smile.
"Uhhh… guys whose Harley?" Tania asked.
"Harley Hartwell the Kudo of the west." Conan replied and smiled. "We meet him before I meet up with you." He watched Rachel dial the number thinking that they would soon be getting out of here.
"Dammit." Rachel said. "These walls are to thick I can't get a signal." Conan's dash of hope was slapped out.
"So what does this Harley Hartwell guy look like?" Tania asked.
"Well he looks and acts a lot like Jimmy." Rachel said.
"He does not!" Conan said.
"Does too." Rachel said.
"Does not!"
"Does to!"
"Guys." Tania said trying to stop their fighting.
"Does to!"
"Does not!"
"Guys." Tania said once again.
"Does to!"
"Does not!"
"Hey shrunken brats!" Tania finally yelled making them stop. They both looked at her dumbly. "Now that I have your attention why don't we try and wake up the new kid."
