-FIRSTS-

Disclaimer: The works of Detective Conan and Magic Kaito belongs to Gosho Aoyama-sensei.

Warning: KaiShin relationship.

A/N: I really should stop with the bedroom scenes...needs more diversity...


First Admonishment

Kaito struggled slightly when a soft vibration was heard from the bedside. He felt the warm body beside him move closer towards his own. Several blissful seconds later, the buzzing returned, this time it continued for a longer period. The body besides him seems reluctant but eventually extracted itself from Kaito's proximity. There was a soft sigh, not of displeasure, but more of resignation. Kaito moved closer to the body of heat, snuggling close towards the still covered thighs and waist.

"Good morning Megure-keibu." Shinichi's voice was rough and fresh from sleep even if it was extremely soft as though not wanting to wake Kaito. The magician let out a relaxed smile as his hands found the slim waist and wrapped around it.

"Kudo-kun." The voice on the other end could clearly be heard in the silence of the morning, there was exasperation in the elder man's voice. "Can you explain what happened? Why did you know and how did you know?"

"You mean about the wanton destruction of evidence down at the file storage rooms?" Hesitantly, Shinichi probed. There was no other reason for the inspector to call him up so early. The receptionists must have found something and reported it, information then trickled back to the inspector and was told to follow up.

"It's unlikely that you're a suspect for the destruction but you will be required to come in for questioning."

"Can I just give you an account over the phone now?" Kaito's smile widened at his detective's reluctance to leave the bed. At least it meant he got through to his stubborn detective, managed to drill it into his head that he needed sleep and was only human.

"Kudo-kun." That as a definite reprimand, a tone rarely used on the detective. It stressed the importance of Shinichi's presence.

"Fine…" Shinichi managed to say, gently removing the arm around his waist. "I'll be there as soon as I can, barring any sudden criminal activities happening in my vicinity."

"I expect you here before noon."

Shinichi slumped slightly and Kaito finally cracked an eye open to see the fall of shoulders, dislodging the pajama top to expose white skin. Sitting up, not minding the cold one bit against his own exposed skin, he replaced his hand back onto the waist as he hooked his chin over the shoulders and gave the exposed flesh some extra warmth with light kisses.

"I take it the inspector is not pleased?" Kaito asked, not deterring one bit from his action.

"That's putting it lightly." The small amount of tension that had been building up was escalating quickly, if by the stiffness of muscles beneath Kaito's touch were anything to go by. "He'll probably be demanding answers and I'm not sure how much I can give without putting him and the rest of the Division in danger. I don't even know whether there are any agents embedded into the Division."

"Everything would be fine. Just tell them a really brief description, say it was a hunch or something." Kaito finally stopped and peeked over to look directly at Shinichi. "Or do you want me to go in your stead?" And by that, he generally means taking Shinichi's place, dressing up as his detective and arriving at the Headquarters to spin off some strange story that had everyone raising their eyebrows and were half in awe and the other half hanging to his every world. Shinichi shuddered at the probable damage it would do to his character and Kaito returned it with a wide grin. It wouldn't be the first time Kaito wanted to (and probably had in several occasion) stand in for the detective, and it often meant disaster and massive clean up afterwards. Not to mention a few broken minds.

"No, I have to face him sooner or later, though I'd rather it later. Or perhaps when this whole mess is finally sorted out and closed." Shinichi turned, eyes lovingly staring into Kaito's own. "Thanks for the offer though."

"Any time." Kaito pushed Shinichi away from the bed before ripping off the covers over himself. "You better freshen up and I'll have breakfast going. You wouldn't want to keep the Inspector waiting for too long."

"Aren't you coming with me?" Shinichi paused mid-action as he gathered in the day's clothes.

"Of course I will, but we both know how long it would take you in the showers." Kaito saw the faint blush on the cheeks. "Oh? Are you thinking naughty thoughts? Would I have to teach you to be good again?"

"KAITO!" Faint pink turned to vibrant red in near instant and spread quickly across Shinichi's face in his response to embarrassment.

Kaito made shooing motion as he cackled. "Go on, wash up."

Shinichi sputtered as he stumbled across to the bathroom threshold, no doubt his mind had just given him wonderful images of the possibilities.

Walking out into the morning sunshine, warm and full of a hearty breakfast courtesy of Kaito slaving away at the pancakes (which involved some rather interesting scenarios that still brought a blush to Shinichi's face), they strolled briskly towards the impending interrogation. Shinichi, and consequently Kaito, was quickly ushered towards the Division One office as soon as they stepped into the building, where a stern faced inspector sat stiffly at his desk.

"Kudo-kun, Kuroba-kun." He greeted, a silence fell over the room and all activities seemed to have stopped in preference to see what will happen in the next few moments.

"Keibu." Shinichi looked around, noticing Takagi to be sitting at his own desk, 'pretending' to work on some paperwork, Chiba by the filing cabinets seemingly pouring his attention to the file he held in his hand (even though it was clear he was holding the file upside down because of the text on the label in front). At least Sato did not bother to hide her interest and concern, leaning by the doorway as she watched the proceedings. Several of the younger officers looked flustered, turning their heads between the pair standing in front of the inspector's desk, the inspector, and the older agents littered nearby. A uniformed officer carrying several folders was about to walk into the office but did a sudden u-turn and walked out the moment he sensed the tension in the air.

"Well?" The inspector prompted, eyes trained on Shinichi's face. The tone was a familiar one often heard when faced with the younger officers, a patient tone that urged the speaker to get to their point.

"I saw something." Shinichi stated clearly, not quite sure how else to describe the meeting last night. Vermouth's presence is concerning but at least she had not brought the whole building down. For one, Shinichi was reluctant to let the inspector know the dangers he is currently involved in, for second they were currently quite public so he couldn't really speak his mind.

"Elaborate." It was clear the inspector's patience is wearing slightly thin.

"I thought there may be a probability someone might do something dangerous so I informed the night receptionist of the matter."

"That still does not explain anything Kudo-kun. Perhaps Kuroba-kun would like to add to your story?" He looked expectantly at Kaito and Shinichi had to bite his lower lips.

"I'm not quite so sure myself Keibu, Shinichi saw something and urged us to leave the building. Must be something nasty." Kaito acted as nonchalant as possible, shrugging his shoulders and attempting to look innocent. "Although, he was quite stressed when he noticed that something so, it must have been bad."

Megure looked between the two near-identical boys in front of his desk before motioning them to follow him. They were led to a conference room furthest away from the office and the inspector made a conscious, and outward, motion to lock the door after peering at both ends of the corridor before closing the doors.

"Now boys, tell me what this is about. This room should be secure enough." He gestured for the boys to sit down at the allocated seats. "The room is sweeped for bugs regularly and we're out of earshot of any of my subordinates."

There is a reason why the man was promoted to his position so swiftly at an early age, far earlier than normal. Kaito looked imploringly at Shinichi, hoping that his detective would actually speak up. It was about time his detective found another source of help for the case.

"Keibu, I can't say too much. I don't want to put you in a position." The look Shinichi received made him wince. Even without spoken words, the inspector seems to be admonishing him. Though it was a given seeing as the man considered Shinichi as a surrogate nephew. Shinichi sighed, having no choice but to give a brief version of his encounter with Vermouth, leaving out her identity of course. In the end, Shinichi had to backtrack his story to when he was first poison, though leaving out turning into Conan and changing it to the general hiding from public. He mentioned how he had some contact with FBI and CIA, telling the inspector of the few cases he knew to be involved with The Organisation. The story was long and by the time Shinichi finally finished his tale, an hour had passed.

"So you met with your informant." The inspector confirmed, eyes thoughtful as he considered the two young man in front of him. Shinichi shifted his weight from side to side, uncomfortable with the stern look on the inspector's face, and Kaito, for once, kept extremely still. Almost as though getting ready to run out of the room in a second's notice. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Megure let out a long breath and shook his head.

"The two of you need to promise me, especially you Kudo-kun, to contact me once you noticed something is wrong. I don't care if it was trivial or anything small, you will call me." He stated as an ultimatum. "And don't think I haven't forgotten the intended hit on you Kudo-kun. We're still trying to find out about the intention and the person behind it. Though with this new piece of information, it would be safe to say that your cover has been compromised or your informant has ratted you out."

Shinichi opened his mouth to counter the inspector but was immediately silenced with the same stern look.

"I will not allow any arguments on that matter. I can now see why you were approached by the PSB, however, this is not to say I am happy with the way things are." He reached out, patting Shinichi on the shoulders. "You're young and shouldn't be involved in such dangerous cases."

Shinichi felt as though he should apologise for constantly being involved in cases but everyone in the room knew nothing could be done about it. It was as though some higher powers deemed Shinichi to be a beacon of hope to guide the misguided into the light, bringing justice to the unjust, and revealing the truth of every darkness.

"Have you informed the PSB then?" Even for his dislike of the meddling pencil pushers, the inspector had to acknowledge their power in such a case.

"I wouldn't need to. There's someone else doing that." Shinichi would not reveal any more. He was already taking a gamble with telling the old inspector so much information, about the case and about The Organisation. Shinichi had to stress that he suspects the police department is not as secure as many thought, that there is a possibility of someone leaking out information. However, the inspector did not seemed to be too put off by this information, most likely because none of the Division One officers took the integrity within the confines of the large white building for granted; that there are always methods for people to sneak into the building and leave with sensitive information. This is one of the qualities that made Megure's team so efficient in their tasks, that the man had drilled it into their minds to only place trust within the selected team and no one else.

"Then I guess there's not much else we can do." Megure sighed once again, probably because now he had to figure out what to write in his report. "I'll have Chiba look into what's missing or destroyed. From the reports I've received, only filing room 3 and 5 were set alight. The source of the fire is unknown but we do know several shelves have caught on fire and the information were destroyed."

"Is there change there are secondary copies?" Kaito piped out, the pair of detectives had nearly forgotten the silent and still presence. "I'm assuming there is a backup copy somewhere, it would be strange not to have."

"The copies stored inside the basements are copies themselves. Though the originals are either kept at the local stations they were reported in, or with the individual officers. Once we know the timeframe of the destroyed reports, we can begin to re-establish the documents."

"I have a feeling that most of them would be within the Tokyo district." Shinichi had to think back to all the files he read, which had been files within these past decade. "I can give you a list of the names, and probably some extra information, of the files I've read yesterday. Not sure if it'll help."

"Any help you can give now could help us re-establish the data store." Megure went over to the doorway. "Is there anything else you can give me?"

Shinichi looked at Kaito, who shook his head. It was unlikely Kaito had anything else to add but he had to be sure. Though just in case, Shinichi dropped the hint that perhaps the case involving Spider and KID could be involved with his current case. A grimace appeared on the inspector's face and Kaito only chuckled. Confused, Shinichi turned to Kaito for an explanation.

"It means Division One and Division Two had to work together. And I'm sure you've worked with Nakamori-keibu before." The chuckle continued in between breaths. "The man is really protective about KID and KID-related cases."

"Working with them is like pulling teeth. At least I can say things would flow better this time round seeing as KID is still quite active these days."

"You mean Division One had been called in before to consult with KID-related cases?" Kaito questioned with surprise. This he never heard from Aoko or his father.

"A long time ago, probably a decade, when KID suddenly disappeared." Megure looked wistfully towards the windows covered with blinds but still letting ample afternoon light into the room. "Nakamori came to us to see if Division One could be mobilised. There were strange gunshot marks in heist sites. But the higher-ups soon pulled Division One out."

"Were you able to find anything then?" Shinichi drew the attention back towards him after seeing Kaito's eyes widen. It was likely this was the first time Kaito heard about such incidents.

"Several clues but nothing substantial if that's what you're asking Kudo-kun. Though Nakamori had been quite concerned. I heard he had a KID suspect, and had wanted to put the person into protective custody." The sudden vibration in the inspector's pocket had cut through the conversation and halted further questions. He quickly strolled out of the conference room, trusting the other two to find their own way out of the building.

Once outside, it was clear Shinichi was very concerned about Kaito's continuous silence.

"Are you ok?" He asked, tugging onto Kaito's fingers as though scared of actually holding his hands. Kaito took the initiative to hook his index finger onto Shinichi's.

"I was so close to losing dad each time he went out." Kaito whispered, eyes firmly kept to the concrete path. "Every time he went out at night, he was targeted. I...just don't know what to think. Was I lucky to have at least spent 8 years of my life with him?"

"Kaito…" Shinichi walked closer and Kaito took this to opportunity to wrap the arm around Shinichi, leaning his head onto his shoulders.

"I guess...it was better to not know so much detail." Kaito had always suspected ever since he found out the secret of KID, but to have them confirmed was something else. Even more shocking was there had been a suspect for the identity of KID. "I wonder who Nakamori-keibu suspected."

"Maybe he knew all along." Shinichi suggested jokingly. "Or maybe he was in it with your father. Wouldn't that be nice? To know that he kept up the chase for old time's sake and to keep you from harm?"

"Wishful thinking I guess, but a nice thought." A soft smile returned to Kaito's face.

As they strolled towards the downtown area, Kaito made a mental note to ask the older inspector about earlier KID chases the next time they meet.

-TBC-


-OMAKE: Switch-

"Shinichi?" Kaito peered behind the bookcase, calling out towards his detective who seemed extremely reluctant to leave the bed. Kaito had risen early, intending to fill Shinichi with a hearty breakfast before allowing his detective to step out of the apartment. He remembered Shinichi saying he had to go to the TMPD HQ to fill in several forms, give a statement about a few (coughstackscough) of the cases he solved during this week but had no time to debrief the Inspector.

Unfortunately (or would that be fortunately?) Shinichi barely stirred at the sound of Kaito's voice, preferring to bury himself deeper into the pillow that Kaito had just vacated. Kaito could still see the faint blue-ish grey of the skin underneath the eyes, a clear sign of fatigue, due to the several all-nighters Shinichi had to pull to solve that serial murder, and that strange string of thefts (that one Kaito helped with immensely, with catching the thief in action and locating the stolen loot, as expected of a Master Thief), not to mention the kidnapping and ransom case that seemingly to have led to a chase throughout the whole of Metropolitan Tokyo. Kaito remembered Shinichi staggering into the apartment with muddy shoes and soot covered jacket, collapsing onto the couch without so much as a greeting (and nearly falling off the side and bang his head onto the coffee table if Kaito had not acted so swiftly and pulled his detective back).

"Shinichi?" Kaito moved closer, voice lowered to a whisper, before sitting on the edge. He was beginning to worry as Shinichi barely moved. He carefully placed a hand on the cheeks, but still Shinichi only grunted. "Love, are you feeling ok?" He moved his hands to the forehead, thankful that there was no change in temperature.

"Kaito?" It seems his detective was struggling to regain consciousness. He was trying to turn around to face the sitting magician but Kaito halted his movements.

"Nevermind." Giving his detective a gentle pat on the shoulders, Kaito tucked Shinichi's blanket closer to his body. "Get some rest, don't worry about a thing for now."

Not bothering to reply, Shinichi closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep.

Kaito decided today would be one of those days where Shinichi should be resting, which means he would not be going to the TMPD HQ anytime soon. However, he remembered Shinichi saying several of the cases desperately needed his paperwork as the trials were coming up so he had to go in today. Tapping a finger on his chin, Kaito internally debated whether he should call in sick for Shinichi (but run the risk of letting the criminal go), or wake Shinichi up in an hour to let his detective go (but risking to have to deal with a grumpy detective later on in the afternoon).

"Or, I could go for a third option..." Kaito eyed the wardrobe speculatively before turning to look at his sleeping detective. A slow grin appeared on his face."This is all for your own good Dear." He whispered softly before opening the wardrobe door and taking out an iron pressed suit.

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"Good Morning Keibu." The detective in the doorway greeted. Even though he kept his voice light, his eyes were betraying him with its tint of tiredness.

"Good to see you today Kudo-kun." Megure shuffled a few of the files before locating a certain manila file. He rummaged some more for a few of the forms and took several pens from the holder before signalling the detective to follow him to the nearby sitting area. It was an informal setting for interrogation or statement collection, but it would be friendlier than the usual rooms. It might not be regulation, but the young detective was a part-time consultant and the higher-ups would turn a blind eye to such transgression anyways. "How are you this morning?"

"Tired, as usual. Though Kaito had been quite helpful in that last case with the thief."

"Yes, Kuroba-kun seems to know quite a lot about that. Must be because he is close with Nakamori's family."

"Kaito is a KID fan, figures he would know much about theft."

A helpful junior officer came to ask whether the pair would like some coffee, to which he shook his head and asked for water instead.

"Our coffee still not up to your standards I take it?" Megure joked, though he himself declined the coffee and asked for tea instead.

"Maybe you should try it out sometime as well Keibu, I'm not the only one who has issues with it." He looked around the room, eyes making contact with several of the officers who seemed to be covertly listening into their conversation. All of them quickly diverted their gaze to somewhere else or suddenly stood up and walked out of the room. The inspector sitting opposite him laughed.

"I think a lot of my officers complained to HR already about the poor choice of caffeinated drinks, which was why they installed that vending machine down the hallway."

Once the officer returned with a bottle of water and a cup of tea, the inspector returned the conversation to the two pressing cases. Megure listened intently as the young detective laid out the deductions and evidence, repeating what he said at the scene of the crime nearly word for word if he remembered correctly. He jotted down the notes, which will later be transcribed, and asked for further clarifications. Some, Shinichi had answered with much explanation, others he tended to skim over or told Megure he'll get back to him at a later time.

"Sorry to disturb you Inspector," another younger officer knocked on the nearby screen to draw their attention, "there's been an emergency."

"Right." Megure stood up and Shinichi followed suit as they approach the inspector's own desk. On it laid a rather new manila folder. Megure flipped it open, not caring if Shinichi saw the content (seeing it was highly probable the young detective would be drawn into the case now that he's here). The case was not really detailed, very few information was contained in the measly sheets of paper. Though it was clear it was another kidnapping case. "We don't usually handle these cases, you're better off trying down the hallways."

"No Sir, I've been asked to deliver it to you because..." the young officer looked towards Shinichi who had his eyes focusing anywhere but the case file on top of the desk.

"A special request by the victim's family then." Megure sighed, it was not the usual practice to allow such requests, but seeing as the young detective was acting as a consultant for Division One, it was another thing that the higher-ups would insist on allowing. "Very well, leave it with us."

The young officer saluted and slowly ambled to the side of the office, where it seems some of his fellow colleagues were working. Megure was not bothered by such acts, conversations amongst colleagues, he find, is more productive than a brooding officer under his command. As long as those working under him can get the work done, he could not care much about how they acted (of course, they would have to stay professional unless they wanted to be brought in front of the Disciplinary Board).

"Kudo-kun, what do you make of this?" Megure's voice seemed to have drawn in the attention of all the officers within the room. Eyes quickly found their focus on the young detective, hoping to catch every single word and deduction.

"Well, it's quite simple really." Pale hands elegantly flipped through the pages at an alarming rate, the older inspector had to wonder if the young detective had even read a single word on the paper.

"Simple? How?" It may have sounded dumb but with the lack of evidence contained in the file, it was difficult for him to draw any sort of meaningful conclusion.

"Of course it is. Their family is rich yes?"

Megure nodded, glancing at the first sheet of paper stating the various bits of information about the family business, the number of family members and their general bio.

"Their business is booming, not a lot of competition in their field. All seems good on the business end." He shuffled with a few more piece of paper, laying them somewhat haphazardly but it seemed as though there was a purpose to where each piece of paper is in relation to each other. "The family members are all on good terms with one another, no in-fighting or vying for inheritance."

Megure nodded again.

"There's been no new changes to their house staff, or office staff for that matter, so it's likely an inside job."

All the information states it was a stable household, a stable business environment. They were wealthy, and normally that would mean attracting unwanted criminals. Yet there has been no staff changes to signify otherwise.

"There's no report of disgruntled staff, no report of any staff having a difficult life after employment. So why the kidnapping? Must be because something suddenly happened, some sort of drastic change had occurred within the staff. They're not underpaid or poorly treated, which only leaves one motive."

By now, all the officers were hanging onto his every word.

"Change in their own family condition, perhaps debt, perhaps sickness. But something that requires money. The general staff, those that work in the office, wouldn't resort to kidnapping for ransom. The house staff, like the servants, would not have been able to pull something like this off in such a short time."

The information stated the crime to have likely happen overnight. And there had been no prior signs to indicate the youngest daughter to have been a target (or any of the younger children actually). Of the five children, the youngest son is still a toddler, the youngest daughter (kidnapped) in Primary 2, and the second youngest son just began Secondary school. It would have been difficult to coax a young, well mannered and well taught, child to follow a stranger. Especially since wealthy families were often paranoid.

"And therefore, it is safe to assume that the butler did it." The young detective nodded decisively with confidence. "Yes, it would be the butler. No one else could pull this off."

"Huh?" Megure thought he must have spaced out partway through the deduction. He looked around the room and saw matching confused faces. "Um...Kudo-kun, are you sure? Absolutely sure?"

"Of course I am! Why would I lie? Now if you'll excuse me, I still have several errands to run." The young detective gave a backward wave as he strolled out, seemingly whistling a tune but Megure thinks he heard wrong.

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Hours later, Shinichi received a call on his mobile. Hands reaching haphazardly across the wooden surface serving as the bedside table, he finally located the annoying device and placed the phone between his ear and pillow.

"'ello?" He managed to utter out.

"Kudo-kun, you were right. It was the butler." Megure's voice sounded surprise.

"What? Butler? Huh?" Still stuck inside the dreamworld, Shinichi could not make out heads or tails of the conversation as Megure was describing something of a bedroom crime scene, something about witnesses, then an insurance claim. Shinichi wasn't sure but he answered with the usual "Ah, yes. Ok." before turning around and sleeping once more. It wasn't until he was more rested when he jolted awake, sitting up straight on the bed.

"Good morning Love." Kaito entered the bedroom just in time with Shinichi bolting up. He was dressed in Shinichi's suit, the one he always wore when going to the station. "I took care of things for you. Though you might still want to head into the station tomorrow. You just solved another case by the way, a kidnapping. Oh, and you thwarted a pick-pocketing as well."

"Wha?" Shinichi's brains seemed to have fried and rebooted for a minute.

"Don't worry Love, I'll fill you in during lunch. I brought back honey chicken and stirfry from that Chinese place you liked." Kaito placed a kiss on the forehead before moving to the bathroom to change out of the suit.

When Shinichi's brain finally managed to make sense of what had just happened, he smacked himself on the forehead and groaned.

-OMAKE END-