Title: Predictable
Author: RanMouri82
Word Count: 215
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Detective Conan's owned by Aoyama Gosho, but I just call him A-dawg.
Notes: Haibara Ai had heard it all before.
Predictable
When Professor Agasa picked up the phone, gave a jovial "moshi moshi," turned pale, and shouted, "Is it true, Shin'ichi?", this time Haibara Ai knew what to expect.
"Professor, let me guess," she said, swiveling in her computer seat. "Kudou just said he discovered something related to the syndicate, and is about to say he's pursuing the lead."
The phone crackled in the air, but the professor clearly heard, "I'm following them to the car where they agreed to meet with Gin and Vodka."
At Agasa's startled expression, Ai crossed her arms and stared, unblinking. "Now he'll say that he needs your help to supply an item, stand guard, or both."
"Professor, I really need a replacement pair of tracking glasses, because mine fell and broke over the cement wall, but it's important that you stick around after that."
Agasa's mouth dropped open, and he began to ask, "Ai, how do—"
"No, this is the best part, and the most predictable," Ai said, raising a hand to interrupt. "Make sure you don't—"
"And, professor, make sure you don't—"
"Tell—"
"Tell—"
Ai smirked and joined Conan in unison. "Haibara."
When Ai swivelled back in her chair and recommenced typing, the blushing professor could only cough and stammer, "Er, Shin'ichi? Sorry, but . . . I think she already knows."