Woah, what's this? Me updating like normal for once? Wow I am doing fantastic haha. And it is a long one as a gift because you all have been extra patient. Finally, the end of the Mystery Train arc. This should be fun. Episodes 703 and 704.

I made a quick sweep of the room, habitually wiping down everything I touched. I don't know how thorough Vermouth will be when she searches the room, and if she will take fingerprints or not. I collect all of the necessary things that Kaitou KID might need to change into Miyano Shiho, like clothes and the rest of the makeup that Yukiko had hid in her suitcase. I stepped out into the hallway and hide the materials in the men's bathroom, in a very obscure spot, and quickly move on. I won't come back here until after everything is over probably.

I decide to kill some time, but there was a murder investigation behind me and I wasn't sure of the enemies' movements so I was kind of conflicted on where to go. My conflict was resolved when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Who would be that brazen to contact me now? Haibara doesn't know my number, and Yukiko and Conan should be occupied, so this was probably very important.

I flick it out and read the quick message in a group text between me and Yukiko. From Conan?

Can you check on Sera-san? Disappeared a while ago to the kids, hasn't come back yet. Her room is carriage Six C.

I read it over again just to make sure, horror clawing in my stomach. No, Masumi. I glance over, to six C, which was only a few doors down. I walk quickly, knocking on the door.

"Sera-san?"

No answer. I crack open the door slightly, peering into the empty room. No, they couldn't have. Could they have discovered her connection to me? If they discovered that she was my sister and decided to take revenge after all of the damage I caused them…I take a deep breath. Calm down, this doesn't help.

No, maybe they don't know of my connection to her, but nonetheless Masumi is a capable detective. They might have seen her as a possible threat to their plan and gently removed her. I hope that didn't mean killing her, hopefully just knocking her unconscious, or tying her up. Although catching Masumi off guard would be hard…unless of course Vermouth is dressed as me. I face palm inwardly. That would do it.

In any case I should retrieve her quickly, before the both of them come back. Vermouth should be on her way to our room right now I hope, and Bourbon should be in the deduction show that should be happening right now too. Their cabin was near the front right?

I start toward the front of the train, trying to act casual. I don't need to be panicked. I am an FBI agent, and can take care of a little slip up such as this, but it is so personal that it makes me so nervous. I won't lose Masumi, not to them, not after everything else they have taken from me.

I was about to turn the corner when I see 'Akai' striding down the corridor with a purpose. I slide into the men's restroom just before Vermouth comes around the corner. I smirk inwardly at the look of confusion and determination on her face. I wonder what has her so unsettled. Yukiko must have done her job well. As soon as she is gone I slip past her, speeding up until I am rushing down the hallway. There, their room. I sigh as I knock. I could always play it off if someone was in there like I got the wrong room or something; however with no answer I gently eased the door open. There was Masumi lying on the seat, alone, wrists and ankles tied together and a gag over her mouth.

I knelt beside her, gently pressing two fingers against her throat and my other hand over her mouth. A pulse and breath; she was alive. I sighed in relief. Thank goodness. I pulled the gag out of her mouth and start to untie her binds. These were probably just a precaution in case she woke up early. I ease up her shirt, checking for other injuries and notice the twin burn marks on her stomach. Ah, a stun gun. She should be fine then. I pull out my phone.

Found her. Our friends decided she needed a rest. Bringing her back to her room now.

Now I need to make it back to our room without anyone seeing. Even an innocent bystander would ask questions or unwittingly give information to the enemy about a strange man carrying their prize away from their room.

I can't get careless now that Masumi is back in our custody. I still need to get her back to her compartment. I loop my arms underneath her neck and knees, and hoist her up off the seat. I cradle her against my chest as I slowly ease open the door, peering out into the hallway. No one was there.

I glided easily across the carpet, keeping my footfalls soft as I moved back toward her compartment. I feel her unconsciously nuzzle against my chest, and I swallowed a nostalgic smile. How many times had I done this in a nonthreatening environment? When Masumi had fallen asleep on the couch watching television when she was younger and I had to carry her to bed? How many times had she worn herself out playing at the park and made me carry her home? How things had changed. How I wish things could go back to those peaceful times, where we weren't caught up in these dangerous people. I was too far gone, but Masumi…I am glad she is unconscious. She will would want to interfere, do something, and get on their radar. It is better for her to be out of the way, although I don't agree with the method.

Finally, after what felt like ages and many close calls of seeing someone, we made it back. I slid inside and gently laid Masumi down on her seat, making sure she was comfortable before standing up. She will wake up soon as energetic as ever, but for now…she should stay here for now. I have wasted enough time with this phase of our plan. I start toward the door, intent on checking on Haibara before going to meet the Boya.

"Shu."

I pause. Is she awake…?

"Shu-Nii."

I turn back toward my younger sister, to see that she was still asleep. I smiled fondly. Seriously, calling me that when she is a high schooler now. I step out and shut the door quietly. Have a good rest Masumi.

I walk back to compartment seven B and open it. Haibara was sitting there silently, eyes glued on her phone. She jumped at the sound of the door opening, but I just raised my hand.

"You all right?"

She regarded me carefully before nodding silently. I was about to leave when I realized I should probably give her my number just in case there is trouble.

"Here my phone number in case something happens."

I sit down in front of her, gently taking the phone out of her grasp and entering my number under a new contact. She watched me silently as I did so, and when I handed it back she took it hesitantly.

"What is going on?"

I stood, giving her simple details. She can't mess it up if she doesn't know what is going on.

"Everything is going according to our plan. You just wait here. Conan-kun should be by here to drop something off for you."

I start toward the door.

"I will remind you again Haibara-san. You must not leave this room under any circumstances."

I shut the door again before she can answer. Hmm, if they are starting a commotion in carriage eight, then perhaps we need to prepare for it in carriage seven. I retrieve the materials from the men's bathroom, relieved that they weren't moved, and go to compartment seven E, the one closest to the carriage eight. I knock on the door, and when I don't hear an answer open it. Ah, this seems to be empty, perfect. This is where I am supposed to meet with Boya and hopefully Kaitou KID. I text Boya about where I was and sit down, holding the phone in my hands.

An announcement came over the speakers.

"Attention all passengers. A fire has been reported in carriage eight. Passengers of six and seven please evacuate to the front of the train."

I sniff the air. This smoke…was a simple smoke bomb, nothing more. Although, this is it. They are making their move. Wait time was over, and it was time for the actors to take the stage for the final act. Where was Boya? He should be here right? If they are making a move it should be because the deduction show is over. No sooner had I thought that when there was a knock at the door. I got up, hands relaxed in case it was a threat and reach for the door handle when it opened up, exposing a middle aged lady, slightly overweight, with a very manly build. Was she a passenger lost in confusion? She wasn't a conductor that was for sure. We both stared at each other in shock before the lady gave me a deadpan look.

"Oi Tantei-kun, if you are forcing me to do this, the least you can do is warn me if the cabin I am going into has a person or not."

I blink in surprise. The voice wasn't that of a lady at all, but a smooth suave, albeit slightly irritated male, possibly twenty or younger. And Tantei-kun? I glance behind her to see Conan, looking to the right and left expectantly like there was someone coming. So he must have managed to convince him. Thank goodness. I ask slowly, just in case.

"Kaitou…KID?"

The lady, or thief I am guessing, was shoved forward into the room and Conan stepped through the door, shutting is soundly.

"Yes, this is him."

The lady smoothed out her dress as she, he, gave me an interested look. I cocked my head to one side. I honestly couldn't tell the difference, and I had been trained by one of the best in the business to recognize disguises. Was Conan sure about this?

"Isn't Kaitou KID a man?"

I asked again, just to make sure. I remember the heist I saw of him and it was hard to see that this woman could possibly be transformed into the same phantom thief. If this was the extent of his disguise expertise however, then it only reassures me that this can work. Conan rolled his eyes.

"He likes to dress in drag."

Kaitou KID smirked through his disguise.

"No, when people are expecting a phantom thief, they fail to consider that he could be a woman. It makes it easier to sneak into places."

He straightened and gave me a suspicious glare.

"Who is this Tantei-kun? One of your law enforcement friends?"

Conan shrugged, stepping forward.

"Not in the traditional sense. He is here to make sure you make it out in one piece."

The thief narrowed her eyes at me, before something seemed to click and he blinked in surprise. He smirked, giving a small theatrical bow.

"Please do your job then."

Conan fished in his pocket, pulling out a cellphone and an ear piece.

"Sorry, I have to go. This is the ear piece that the girl will talk to you through and tell you what to say. There is a video on the cellphone of the girl that you can get her voice. Once everything is over, I will call you on that phone to make sure you get out of here alive. Any questions?"

I took a second to look the Boya over. He is not panicked per say, but he is looking a little stressed out, and honestly I can't blame him. Orchestrating all of this, constantly second guessing himself and doubting the success of it, and he couldn't even be there to make sure it works and prevent it from failing. He looked up at me, and despite all of that, I don't miss the determination on his brow. He will make this go well, I am sure of it.

"Do you have all of the items that he needs?"

I nod, pulling out the materials.

"Yes. Do you have an ear piece for me as well?"

I would also like to be able to contact Kaitou KID to give him instructions if something goes wrong. That would be the best option for me to do my bodyguarding duties correctly. Conan narrowed his eyes as he dug around in his pocket again, drawing out another ear piece.

"Yes here."

Kaitou KID narrowed his eyes at the Boya.

"How dangerous are we talking about that I would need an extra person to keep me alive?"

Conan clenched his fists as he replied seriously.

"Very dangerous KID-san."

The Thief seemed to understand as he nodded, pointing to the phone.

"Do you have the measurements of the girl? I can't do a credible disguise unless I know specifics."

Conan faltered, and I see him searching through possible answers. I know he didn't, but I did; I went shopping with Akemi once for clothes for her.

"We have all the clothes you need, and I know the measurements of the girl. Is that all?"

The thief looked up at me in surprise and Conan nodded.

"Good. Where is she?"

I pointed to the floor and held up two fingers. This carriage, second room. He smirked to signal he understood and took a deep breath.

"All right, I need to leave. Good luck both of you."

He whisked out of the door, probably checking on Haibara and heading to the front of the train with the other passengers. Edogawa Conan is now exiting the stage, and it was time for Kaitou KID and Okiya Subaru to take the spotlight. The thief waited until the door was closed before raising an eyebrow at me.

"Does he know? No, he must know. That kid can see through a lot of things."

I blinked in confusion. What did that mean? The thief sat down, reviewing the video.

"Interesting face you have. I would love to know who does your makeup."

I stiffened. Dang did he see through my disguise? No, this is a person who makes disguises better then Yukiko and Vermouth. It would be like an artist appraising another's work. Not to mention I don't think he would use this information badly, as a person who is also worried about their identity exposed.

"Yes. He was the one to help me get this face. I am hiding from the same people that are after her."

The Thief paused, glancing up at me.

"Then it isn't safe for you then is it?"

I nodded.

"It isn't safe for all of us involved. But it will be worth it."

He pulled open the makeup bag and the other bag, examining the materials. He nodded before he stood.

"Turn around. I am not changing in front of you."

I obeyed his wishes, turning toward the door. All I could hear was the shifting of cloth and the odd sound of makeup being applied. The thief asked.

"What's the plan?"

I answer smoothly.

"One of them is supposed to corner you in carriage eight. You will then be escorted to the storage car. Once there, they will disconnect the car to the train, and it is filled with explosives. You escape using your hang glider. Simple as that."

He tsked his tongue.

"Yes, really simple."

This was incredibly interesting. Here was an international thief, one who definitely had no interest in being caught. Why would he decide to put himself in danger for someone he didn't know?

"So, how did he convince you to help us?"

I heard KID snort almost irritably.

"That kid said he would turn me in, and kept me out of the murder investigation to keep me from being discovered. Geez, conniving brat."

I chuckled. He sighed.

"But, I don't want the Miss to get hurt. It would go against my gentleman nature."

His tone took a serious edge.

"I can understand, wanting to get out of the grasp of people after you."

Ho? Did he know from personal experience? Is he talking about the police, or possibly other more nefarious people? In any case this was quite the unusual thief, or criminal for that matter.

"Well Kaitou KID, I want to thank you for being willing to participate in this. I am glad you decided to help."

He hummed in response.

"Well he didn't give me much of a choice."

I smiled.

"He believed in you."

"What do you mean?"

Was that curiosity in his tone?

"Conan wanted you specifically because of your abilities."

"Should I be flattered or annoyed?"

"Flattered. He doesn't include just anyone in his plans. The fact that he asked you shows how much he trusts you."

Which was true. He only included those he knew of their abilities and that he could trust to complete the task before them. As far as I know, concerning the organization, I was the only one he willingly let into his schemes. How well did the Boya know this Phantom thief?

"All right, how do I look?"

I tensed. Wait that was a perfect imitation of Shiho. Did the thief have a voice changer too? I turn around and gasp slightly. There she was, Sherry, exactly how I remember her. How though? It had been a little more than two minutes since he started changing. Yukiko still took at least an hour and half on mine and she has been doing it consistently for months, and he just picked a disguise he has never done before. I am beyond impressed. She blinked up at me as she asked again, this time in KID's voice.

"Is this all right?"

Wait…so no voice changer. I didn't see him flick anything off with his hands or anything, so he must naturally have the gift to mimic anyone's voice with his own. No wonder it is so hard to catch him. I nod, checking over everything, and finding his disguise technique flawless.

"Perfect. I think it should be your cue soon to enter this stage."

'Sherry' glanced toward the door and I don't miss the slight twitch of the jaw through the mask. He was hiding his nervousness well, but even I would go up against Bourbon with a twinge of anxiety.

"I don't think I have to tell you this KID-san, but it would be best to forget everything that happens from now on."

'Sherry' nodded seriously.

"Don't worry about that; I have enough problems to deal with besides these bad guys."

I placed the earpiece in my ear and turn it on.

"Ready?"

I ask into it, checking the frequency. 'Sherry' nodded in affirmation.

"I am ready."

I heard 'her' voice over the ear piece easily. There was a second's pause before a soft voice on the third end.

"Pleasure to work with you. Ready."

I see 'Sherry' narrow her eyes, probably curious about the person he was impersonating. We have wasted too much time. They will start to be suspicious of the lack of activity from their target. I give him a slight push.

"Go ahead, I am right behind you."

He squared his shoulders.

"All right, keep me safe please."

He darted out the door, toward the eighth carriage. I wait, listening intently. Over the ear piece I hear KID start to cough thanks to the smoke probably still in the air. It was also a nice tactic to lure in Bourbon, a signal that thier target had fallen into their 'trap'. Then I hear it, slight foot falls over the carpet tread carefully past our room. I stiffen slightly before cracking the door to see Bourbon step around the corner.

"You really are Hell Angel's daughter. You look just like her. A pleasure to meet you. My codename is Bourbon."

I hear him say courteously. I step quietly out into the hallway. I hear KID gasp like the actor he is, and I don't have to hear Haibara to know she had shuddered. Thankfully all of Bourbon's attention is focused one hundred percent on the fake Sherry, so he probably won't notice me. I stick to the corner and just listen to their conversation.

"Bourbon. Have you heard of this codename before? I have met your family once."

Haibara seems to take that as her cue as she spoke slowly.

"Yes, I have heard of you. You are a member of the organization, and the rival to my sister's boyfriend, Dai Moroboshi. From what my sister told me there was a lot of antipathy between you two."

I bite my lip reflexively. Did she really have to bring that up? Although, to be honest that was a splendid job. That was all information that only organization members, and of course Sherry, would know and could prove that KID was the real Sherry. Kid repeated it word for word, intonation for intonation easily. This must be confusing for him, as it a whole lot of information he has never heard and people he has never heard of, but he truly is a wonderful actor; it must not have fazed him at all.

"Indeed. Just as we suspected, he turned out to be a FBI dog. I couldn't believe the reports that he had been killed after betraying the organization. So I disguised myself as him and wandered close to those who knew him to see their reactions. But all I could figure out from that was that he really was dead. Anyway, my partner who helped me make the disguise is the one who is now disguising as him in my place."

I blinked, not daring to show the relief on my face. Good, I do not need Bourbon on my tail, especially after that speech. Any doubts of if he still hated me or not were now all cleared up. I hear the slight gasp of fear on the other end from Haibara. Bourbon unknowingly continues.

"The fact that you appeared before me shows how much she terrifies you."

I peek around the corner and see 'Sherry's' eyes narrow. He must have heard Haibara's fear too, and understands why she cannot be in front of this man. I see the slight change in posture, straightening up in the face of Bourbon, with only a nervous look on his face to keep up the act. He is willing to fight against this man for Haibara, a person he has never met. It only made me respect the criminal even more. I know why Conan talked about him so reverently now; he is such an eccentric criminal. I wish more were like him. Bourbon casually pulls out a gun.

"Now then, will you put your hands behind your head and slowly walk backwards. We will go to the luggage car behind carriage eight."

KID does as he says, and I see the very discreet look at me. I nod to him. This was all part of the plan, the one that Conan predicted with his oracle like powers. I waited carefully as they slowly traversed toward the back of the train, as soon as Bourbon had turned the corner I waited about three seconds before I stealthily crept across the carpeted floor.

However, something stops me from going completely. If it is just Bourbon and KID, then it should be easy for KID to escape, if there is a distraction. I shouldn't leave that up to him; he could be hurt or killed. Should I do it? If I do divert his attention, then I can't show my true self right? If he sees Okiya Subaru then that could spell problems down the road, and Akai Shuuichi is out of the question…

Wait…maybe that's what I need. I walk back as quickly as I could to Masumi's room. She is in the next carriage over. Okiya Subaru can't be discovered here, but Akai Shuuichi…yes. He knows Vermouth wants to kill her now. He will just assume if 'Akai' shows up that it is her making sure that Sherry dies. He doesn't know that Yukiko is distracting his partner, and she has always had an independent streak to do whatever she wanted. She would disconnect the car so the train wouldn't derail and hurt the Boya, Yukiko, and Mouri Ran, and Bourbon, being lower in the organization then Vermouth, wouldn't question her. I grab the fedora from Masumi's room and walk back, listening intently to the conversation that was going on between the two people of interest.

"Now, please open the door and head inside. Fear not, I will turn you over to the organization alive. I am going to destroy the link between the two carriages with an explosive, and break off the luggage car and after it stops my partners will come collect you. Until then I am afraid I have to knock you out."

What? Could it be that Bourbon didn't know about the explosives? I whisper into my earpiece as I slowly peel off my mask, trying to keep it as intact as possible.

"There are explosives on the inside of that car. You will die. Look to your right underneath the tarp."

"Don't worry, you will be sleeping far away from the door, so you don't have to worry about getting caught up in the explosion."

'Sherry' interrupts him.

"Apparently I do have to worry. This car is filled with explosives. Looks like there was a slip-up in your preparations."

There could be a possibility that the Boya didn't consider; that Bourbon and Vermouth are working separately on this. If that was true, it only made it my appearance much more credible. Bourbon definitely won't ask about her appearance later now, because it would be seen as traitorous of him wanting to keep her alive. I set my mask inside seven E for me to put back on later, before stalking off down the hallway. Vermouth obviously wants Haibara dead, however if Bourbon really is a double agent like I was, I would want to capture her and ask her for information, or at least capture her alive to gain brownie points within the organization. How will he respond to this I wonder?

"I guess I have no choice then. How about you come this way?"

There it is. He is trying to save her life. However, that cannot happen. Miyano Shiho has to die on this train so that Haibara Ai can live peacefully.

"Refuse him. I will distract him."

I order softly into the ear piece.

"Sorry I decline."

KID fires off immediately, and I hear the door slam shut between the cars.

Gosh this was risky as a gamble, but I didn't have time to worry about it. I pulled on the fedora from Masumi. It was close enough to the same one that Vermouth was wearing earlier, and with this smoke still in the air it would be hard to see and enough to at least catch him off guard. He obviously doesn't want to separate the carriages now, but it needs to be done. I tugged out the grenade I pocketed earlier from the luggage car. Man, maybe Conan's oracle powers are rubbing off on me. I pull the pin but keep the handle down and slowly ease the door open.

Bourbon whirled around, eyes narrowed as he raised his gun at my face, pulling to the surface feelings of nostalgia of being an agent again.

"Vermouth? Sorry she is coming with me."

I don't say a word. I can't mimic voices like KID. I simply let my actions do the talking by tossing the grenade, and letting it tinker across the metal connector. Bourbon stiffened, glancing at the source of the noise.

"A grenade! Who's there? Who are you?"

I shut the door smirking. Sorry Bourbon. You lost this time. You couldn't possibly win. Not with me against you, not with Kaitou KID against you, and certainly not with Edogawa Conan against you. I sprint back to carriage seven E and brace myself as I felt the miniature explosion rock the car. Hopefully that didn't kill either Bourbon or KID.

"KID, now."

I hear a grumble.

"I got it."

"No, wait a moment. The timing has to be right."

Haibara? What is she doing butting in so late in the game? Suddenly I hear the muffled boom of a far off explosion. I wait with baited breath, reattaching the mask as well as I could, and wanting for the confirmation of either life or death.

"Kaitou KID-san?"

Haibara asked fearfully, a tremor in her voice at having someone else possibly get hurt or die in her place. We both hold our breaths for what feels like ages, before we hear a cough.

"Made it, barely. I don't think he saw me jump out of the car."

I slumped against the door.

"Thank you KID-san."

Haibara said quietly before cutting off her link. I smirk.

"Both I and Edogawa Conan thank you as well."

"Just tell him that he owes me big time now."

I nod before I hear his line go dead as well. I sigh as I get ready to go back to Yukiko's room, before I realize there were footsteps outside the door. Ah, so Bourbon did survive the explosion. I figure he would; the man was hard to kill. I let him go back up the hallway before I go in and check on Haibara. I open the door slightly to see her slumped in her seat, sleeping soundly, with Conan sitting next to her. I slip inside.

"Oh, you were here the whole time?"

I notice him covering his watch and flicking close the lid. Oh did he knock her out? He snorted.

"I just came to make sure she didn't leave or anything like that and she played her cards right. She was exhausted and needed a good rest so I…helped a little."

His eyes widened as he stared at my mask which was not on correctly at all.

"Your face…did Bourbon see you?"

I affirmed calming his fear as I explain.

"He thought I was Vermouth though, so no worries."

"Any chance that he suspects you are alive?"

I shake my head. I doubted it; it would be farfetched at the very least, and he had just proved that I was actually dead to the organization. I continue with my report.

"Kaitou KID escaped, although he said you owe him now. Everything was successful."

I see the slight relaxation in the boy's shoulders. He smiled fondly.

"Of course I owe him. I owe him a lot."

It makes me wonder, what the shrunken detective and the internationally wanted Phantom Thief could accomplish with a common goal in mind. They got this much done by begrudgingly forcing one to help. I am sure they could conquer the world if they wanted. He dipped his head at me.

"Thank you Subaru-san. You were a tremendous help."

His face fell and I see the barely perceivable clenching of fists in frustration.

"I wish I could have done more."

No, it was necessary to let the adults fight this battle. I understand his feelings; having the ability to catch them or fight them head on and being shoved on the back lines because it is necessary is a horrible feeling. A hunter always wants to catch his prey.

"It still succeeded Boya, and you did the best you could. You managed to still predict most of the enemies movements, and that was the most useful thing."

We both paused as we heard an announcement.

"Attention passengers. Because of the incident with the luggage carriage, we will be stopping at the nearest station to be questioned by the police. Please cooperate with the conductors, train staff and officers at the station. We will be arriving in about ten minutes."

I sighed. Good, now we can wrap up this play with a happily ever after ending. I wasn't the only one either. Conan relaxed noticeably and smirked.

"Good, we get to stop early. I was kind of worried that the Organization might have set a trap in Nagoya for Haibara, so stopping works perfectly."

He hopped off the seat, hoisting Haibara into a piggy back ride.

"I am going to head back to Agasa Hakase and the rest of the Detective Boys. You go ahead back to Yukiko-san to fix your face back up."

He tottered out the door. I followed him, allowing him to lead me back to mine and Yukiko's compartment. I dropped the fedora on the floor of the hallway so that someone would pick it up and somehow get it back to Masumi, turn it in to lost and found or something. It is a special connection we share, and I don't wish to break it. I knocked on the door and immediately it opened, showing Yukiko. She looked perfectly fine and when she opened the door she beamed at us.

"Ah, Subaru-kun, Conan-kun, come on in."

Conan shook his head as he almost tripped.

"No, I got to get her back—"

Yukiko grabbed the boy by the arm, dragging him inside.

"I insist."

She embraced Conan looking as him with pride and relief.

"You both did so well. Good job."

I smile fondly at the lady. She survived against Vermouth. That was what was important.

"You too Yukiko-san. Did she hurt you?"

Yukiko winked at me.

"Not at all. She got a little rough, but nothing that didn't make the act more believable. Also, with how I baited her, even if she does see Ai-chan later, she won't do anything. I told her that she had to give up chasing her after this time if we won."

Oh good. So even if Vermouth sees Haibara Ai exiting the station, she won't report it. She can't afford to fail twice, and pointing out her existence leads problems to Conan, which she won't do. Conan nodded at Yukiko.

"I am getting her back to Agasa Hakase. I will see you later Yukiko-san."

I see a genuine smile on his lips as he exits the room, and I can't blame him. I am also ecstatic with victory. We won, through trial and tribulation and risk of life and limb. None of us were hurt, and our identities were safe. Besides the operation that faked my death, I hadn't had such a positive and successful mission against the Black Organization.

Conan has been there during both of those missions, and I believe that he has been the main thing contributing to the victory of both of them. He was a good luck charm against the organization, a hunter relentlessly seeking his prey, a silver bullet against the monsters of the criminal underworld. Again, I am so thankful he is on our side. Not only is he a valuable asset, the connections that he has gained has proven to be so useful. I wouldn't have been able to get Kudo Yukiko, Miyano Shiho, and Kaitou KID to work together in this put together plan; I didn't know them well enough. But he did, and they obviously had faith in him to some extent in order to put their lives on the line for his wishes.

"Here let me fix that dear. I lost most of my make-up stuff, but I still kept some in my purse just in case. Do you still have the makeup from Kaitou KID?"

I shake my head, patting myself down when I froze, pulling out the bag. How did that get back in there? Did he do that? When? I handed it over. Yukiko brushed over the uneven edges of my mask, gluing it back into place.

"So, this is what Conan-kun is up against?"

I stiffen slightly. That's right, Yukiko had joined this mission to see how the Organization worked, and how dangerous this was for her son. I didn't answer; I couldn't offer any halfhearted reassurances because it wouldn't be true. The Black Organization is hazardous; that was a fact. They have killed more people then I could count, and the fact that Conan has lasted this long is not the norm, but Conan isn't the norm. Yukiko sighed.

"No, it is probably more risky isn't it? Vermouth goes easy on him, and I am sure there are more heartless men and women out there that would wreak this whole train full of passengers to kill one person."

She gave me this heartbreaking look.

"Why won't he let me help him Subaru-kun?"

What can I say to her? I understand the Boya's point of view at least, so maybe if I explain it in such a way she will also understand what he is trying to convey to her.

"You are on the edge, staring into the abyss filled with the filth of the world. I am guessing Conan-kun doesn't want you to get caught up in it. You have seen what they are capable of now, and this has been a mild show of their abilities. I think he expects you to back off now because you can be seen as a risk."

Yukiko bit her lip as she finished my mask. I added.

"Yukiko-san, I understand wanting to protect him, however, just leave that job to me. I am already stuck far into this whirlpool, and chances of me getting out are slimmer than yours. I will protect him from them."

Yes, as long as Akai Shuuichi and Okiya Subaru were around, the Boya would never face them alone. He might try to, but he had an ally in me. He has always included me in any scheme against them, and I will always be there to do what he asks of me. I would go to the grave keeping him safe. Yukiko smiled kindly at me.

"Thank you Subaru-kun. That means a lot."

We felt the train slow to a stop. She stood, shouldering her purse.

"Can you take a separate taxi back? I don't want Sharon to see me with you."

I nodded, looking in the reflection of the window to see Okiya Subaru once again. It was nice facing them as Akai for once, but I felt a lot better now that my disguise was in place. I let Yukiko go first, heading toward the front of the train. I followed after a minute, getting off around the middle of the train. As one of the last ones, I could see everyone else filtering out into the station.

In the distance I can see the Detective Boys trailing behind Agasa Hakase, who was carrying a sleeping child with his hat covering their head.

Off to the right I see Mouri Ran, Sera Masumi with her hat, Sonoko, and Conan walking off, with Conan on the phone, probably with KID.

To the left I see Yukiko almost skipping along, ecstatic smile on her face as she hummed a song I didn't know.

There, in the center, was the platinum blond hair of Vermouth, walking past the blond haired head of Bourbon. I see Vermouth pause in her stroll to answer what looks like a question, and continue on, while Bourbon stalks off in another direction.

I couldn't help the smirk that crossed my face. I am sure we will see each other soon Organization. Next time, we will win again, and again, until all of you are behind bars. You can count on that.