At the training center, Shinichi was giving his first-ever solo report. It was a practice, though, because Jodie had witnessed everything firsthand. He was riddled with anxiety. Why did he act that way, and why was it enjoyable? He shivered at the implications and pushed them away. It can't be healthy.

Hattori had been waiting in the cafeteria nursing an orange and in deep turmoil. His best friend, one that he had spent the majority of his summer with, was hiding something so substantial. Shinichi had always been a detective, when had he become his worst enemy? And…could he be trusted? The only consolation was provided by his friend's defense. While thinking, his mind continued to drift back towards the murder he had witnessed; he felt sick.

Shinichi finally walked out of the room and approached his table, a tired, blank shell. His lack of emotion caused a shiver to rack through the detective.

"Hattori…" the assassin stopped. He could tell that the boy was wary of him, and with good reason.

"Kudo…can a trust ya?" the detective's voice was hopeful, but he sounded resigned to the fact that he never would, "No, don' answer tha'. Kudo, I though' we knew everything about each other. I though' we shared secrets. Why would ya never tell me?" He became aware that his voice was rising. He was hurt, "I would never turn ya in, ya know that."

Shinichi flinched in shame and responded quietly, "I'm sorry, but I never even thought to. Imagine my situation, please." he gathered himself, "I didn't want to risk our friendship. If you'll just give me a moment to explain…"

He hoped that his friend could understand his remorse. Thankfully, Hattori seemed to deliberate.

"Fine, I'll hear ya ou', but be aware tha' my trust is fragile at the moment." he finally replied.

Sighing in relief, the assassin began to explain his last few months. By the end, Hattori seemed to agree with his reasons reluctantly, but he made Shinichi promise to tell him everything, no matter what.

After completing the paperwork, Jodie released them. Their walk back to the office was highlighted by the rising sun and comfortable silence until Hattori decided they speak.

"Why don' you just come back as Kudo?" he asked innocently.

"Are you kidding me?" Shinichi asked, "The Black Organization would be on my case immediately. They think I'm dead, Hattori."

"But aren' ya an awesome assassin now?" He emphasized his movements with karate chops through the air.

The agent chuckled at the display, "I'm not that good yet. I wouldn't trust myself to bring down a whole organization alone."

Staring ahead in thought, Hattori replied, "Is there any way I can help?" He seemed quite serious.

"I'd rather you not be involved in this world. I'm already uncomfortable with you being a client…" he stopped.

"No, Kudo, don't start feelin' sorry for yaself. I chose to follow the coordinates, an' I involved myself!" the detective was persistent, "Please, I don't like seein' ya this way."

Shinichi was very touched by that statement, but it wasn't lowering his self-pity. It was hard to stop that train once it started, he thought.

"Thank you, Hattori." he stopped momentarily, "Oh, If we aren't keeping secrets, then I suppose I should introduce you to the other person who knows…but we should probably wait until morning." he laughed.

Trying their best to talk normally, they returned to the office and finally got some well-needed rest.

Since they had fallen asleep very near each other, they were both uncomfortably aware that at some point in their sleep, Hattori had decided to use Shinichi as a body pillow.

The assassin rose quickly and almost fell as he realized that he had never changed back into a child. That was somehow worse, he realized.

Thankfully, the situation was interrupted by a blinking phone. Shinichi brought it to his face only to see that it was a message from Kaito. 'Watcha doin'?' it read.

The teen chuckled slightly at his luck—just the person he needed.

"Hattori, the other person…wait, let me ask him." he started. During the pause, he texted exposition to the clueless thief.

'Kaito. Hattori, one of my friends, found me out. Do you want me to introduce you as KID or as a family friend? I'll explain more after you answer.' the message sent and the phone immediately rang.

"Hey! Put me on speaker!" Kaito yelled out. After he was, he spoke, "Hi! My name's Kuroba Kaito, AKA KID. Nice to meet you. By the way, Shinichi, how'd you mess up this time?" he laughed, and the assassin blanched at his accusation.

He sputtered out a reply, "Who said you were my fault. That was all Ally!"

They playfully talked back and forth as Hattori lay forgotten. He hadn't noticed, though, because he was still caught on the fact that they were on first-name basis. Why was he stuck on that? Wait, that was KID?!

"Oh, yeah. Hattori, this is Kaito. I got to know him somewhat while chasing after KID, but we've become friends over these last few weeks." Shinichi stopped while the thief agreed, "I'm honestly surprised that you hadn't noticed my being on the phone almost constantly."

Hattori pushed his previous feeling down and fell into a comfortable conversation with the two criminals. He wasn't sure that it was best for the future, but he would never betray his friend. Besides, who can pass up a bit of not-so-innocent fun?