KID was taunting the police, as usual, when one of Conan's well-aimed footballs ricocheted off a wall and, though KID expertly dodged it, the thief tripped slightly. Subsequently, that night's jewel slipped out of KID's slick-gloved fingers and fell to the floor, where it promptly shattered into a billion tiny pieces.
"That's... Not supposed to happen," KID observed a bit dopily.
Ran glared at Conan. "I thought you learnt your lesson the last time I told you not to play indoors!"
A/N: This idea is too good, so I wrote a one-shot for it titled "Shatter". It's on my profile. ;D