I know everyone was hoping for vermouth, and she is coming but not yet. For now we'll see whats going on with Hattori and the police. Wait a few chapters, I want to watch you suffer with the cliff hanger, MUAHAHAHA!

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Time Line:

Sat: Kidnapping

Sun: Everyone searching, questions the men in jail, Mind games and hunger starts

Mon: DB go back to school, Question the man who tells them of first kitten, Takagi stabbed

Tues: Hattori arrives, Conan actually accepts food.

Wed:Present

Thurs:

Fri:

Sat: Date Takagi is supposed to be found dead

Hattori grumbled as he continued through the precinct. He really didn't like mornings, especially when he'd slept so little the night before. As usual he'd slept at Mouri's, but this visit had been very different from his past ones. First of all he'd spent the entire night restless, unable to sleep knowing Kudo was in danger. Second, Ran had called her mother to inform her of everything that had happened and the woman had insisted on coming over to the detective agency to help and to comfort her daughter. The woman had also insisted on making dinner. Hattori shuddered at the memory, how someone who could cook as good as Ran was related to that woman he would never know.

To make everything worse they hadn't even talked to everyone on that stupid list the day before. Maybe two houses after Hattori stopped at Agasa's they ran into a robbery. Some idiot was trying, in the middle of the day mind you, to steal from the house across the street from the man they were questioning. If that wasn't bad enough, the guy had been good. He'd almost been able to sneak right past Satou and Hattori, it was really just dumb luck that the man got seen at all. Satou had been turning to scar her surroundings when she saw him sliding silently out of a window, a bulging bag hanging down his back. She had yelled out to him of course, and after an extremely shocked look back at them, the man had taken off, his hand still gripping the bag tightly.

Of course Hattori and Satou had chased the man, they almost got him too. Heiji was closest, only a few steps behind when he faltered slightly on the unfamiliar Tokyo roads. By the time he regained his footing the guy was gone, completely disappeared. They had to report it and between that and a bunch of smaller thing getting in their way, the two never returned to their initial investigation. The crook also had yet to be found.

Hattori's grumbling became even more heated as he recalled those events. Just his and Kudo's luck that a crime would hinder an investigation to find the height-lacking Holmes. Well he supposed it could've been worse, there could have been a murder. Or a dead body falling out of the sky, he was in Tokyo after all. It seemed dead bodies always fell from the sky when Kudo was near. THAT WAS IT! He just had to walk around Tokyo, then when some dead guy fell from out of nowhere, Hattori would know he was close! ...he really needed more sleep.

Hattori stopped his grumbling for a moment to try and remember which way to go. He'd been to the police department enough to know his way around generally, but he'd never been where he was going now. He hadn't really needed to. He knew he technically should have been looking for Satou or one of the other officers in order to help, but he had something he wanted to do first.

The little sleep he had been able to get had been riddled with nightmares of Kudo trapped and tortured, maybe even dead. His small, childlike frame completely helpless, leaving him at the kidnapper's mercy. Without any of his gadgets, Kudo was physically as helpless as any normal first grader. He had to see what chance Kudo had of holding his own. He had to see for himself whether or not his gadgets were all truly taken. Ah, here he was the evidence room.

The teen looked to the left and the right. He technically wasn't supposed to be here, but he had to see for himself the clothing the kidnapper had left behind. No one seemed to be paying attention, not that many were around this section of the building this time of day. With a sigh of relief the teen began to reach towards the door, only to freeze when he heard a sound come from behind the door. It was soft, but he knew, someone was in there. He stopped and let out a large, frustrated sigh. Now what was he going to do? He had no clue when the officer in there would leave, and eventually someone would notice a dark skinned, Osakan teenager hanging around the evidence room. He would have to find a later time, or come in tomorrow. Tomorrow... after another day had passed and they were just that much closer to the deadline. He had to do this as soon as possible. He may see something, notice something everyone else had missed. He needed to see what little evidence there was to this case.

Suddenly the detective noticed something. Other than that small sound a few second ago, nothing else could be heard from the room. That wasn't right. Unless trying to be otherwise, officers were rarely soft-footed. They would tromp around and make noise, moving things in the room. Especially here in the police department, their domain. What reason would someone have for being so quiet unless... they were sneaking around too! Maybe Hattori could talk to them, work out a don't-rat-on-me, I-won't-rat-on-you deal with them. He smiled, then he could actually get the information he needed now.

Hattori reached out and began to turn he door knob.

Abyssinian stalked silently across the room, his mind relaying the orders Tiger had given him the night before. The man had called after his little slip up and he had not been happy, that much was certain. His voice had contained more growl than human words.

"We've decided you get one more chance, but just one. If you don't do things perfectly, then... well you know what will happen."

"Y- yes sir! I promise you will not regret giving me another chance, I'll do everything perfectly, better even! I swear you won't regret-"

"Shut up and listen, House Cat." The title was spoken with the disdain of a grievous insult, and Abyssinian bowed his head to the man so much higher up in rank. Tiger continued, "The police suspect us, they have a hunch that we exist. Lion wants you to sneak in to the evidence room and the room where they store their files and see what they found out. Don't, I repeat DON'T, steal anything. That will just make everyone suspicious. You have to make copies of what you can and take pictures of what you can't. Get in, find what you're looking for, talk to no one, and get out. Got it?"

"Yes sir!"

"Good, I'll see in front of the building first thing tomorrow morning. Don't mess this up."

"Yes sir! I swear, you will not regret this! I-" Click.

Abyssinian had stared at the phone for a moment before sighing in relief. He'd though he was a goner, but they gave him another chance. Immediately he began to prepare for the next day. He had to make sure everything went perfectly.

Now here he was, in the evidence room. He'd already gotten the files out of another room, and now he was seeing if thy had any actual evidence about the Copy Cats. So far he wasn't seeing much, but he didn't dare hurry and overlook something. The man froze as he heard footsteps heading towards the room he was in. It couldn't be! He'd planned perfectly, this was the least likely time for anyone to come into this room. Who could this be? In his panic the man's hand brushed some small bauble, it made a small noise as it brushed the table top.

Abyssinian's heart froze. For some reason the footsteps froze as well, no longer heading to the room. The man forced himself not to sigh, instead continuing his silent search, hoping whoever was coming had left, but speeding up his search just in case.

Suddenly the door began to open. Abyssinian's hand grasped around the nearest thing he could use as a weapon, a large bat. Glancing around the room once more to make sure there wasn't anything about his group in there, he hefted the bat and prepared to strike.

The door seemed to open slowly, as though the person on the other side was unsure, but finally opened all the way and a figure stepped forward. Abyssinian attacked, the bat flying towards the hapless victim, only to step back in surprise as the attack was expertly blocked. The person even moved into a professional stance, instinctively shooting out as though they held a weapon as well. Abyssinian stepped back as the boy focused on him, glad that he didn't have the weapon.

"YOU!" The teen yelled. Crap, it was the guy with the cop from yesterday. What was he some king of cop in training? The thief swung from above aiming at the teen's left shoulder, knowing that someone with his training would sidestep. As the teen did that, the man followed the bat and ran past the startled boy.

"HEY!" The dark-skinned boy yelled, beginning to chase the Cat. Abyssinian ran through to the offices, pushing past anything that was in his way. Footsteps sounded behind him, rapidly coming closer and closer. With a shock of fear he remembered that this was the one who almost caught him last time. The man pushed his legs even faster, suddenly throwing the bat back at the boy. He heard it clatter to the floor as the teen jumped over, not even slowing. Abyssinian cursed, this was not how this was supposed to go. As he ran through the building he heard the sounds behind him increase as more and more people realized what was happening. Soon he found he had to dodge cops rather than just pushing them away. Finally he reached the door, bursting through and gunning for the alley where Tiger was waiting for him, the hot-blooded teen still at his heels.

As he turned the corner he heard a grunt of surprise and pain from the teen, and the familiar sound of a body hitting the floor. Abyssinian finally slowed to a stop, turning to see the teen on the ground with Tiger standing over him, a small staff-like weapon in his hands. The higher ranked man immediately began to move, dragging the House Cat to a van parked on the other side of the alley as police flooded the road.

The two were gone in seconds, going at full speed and not slowing until they were miles away. By that time Abyssinian had finally caught his breath.

"Thank goodness you were there, he almost got me."

"Yes, he did. You messed up. Again." Abyssinian's heart stopped at the implications of that sentence. This had been his chance at redemption.

"W-w-what? You can't really mean- I had everything planned perfectly! I got the information and they'll never even know I was in any room other than the evidence room. I had it timed and everything! This was the least likely time for anyone to go into that room! He probably wasn't even supposed to be there. This wasn't my fault! I-"

"Abyssinian,"

"W-what?"

"Shut up." The dark wood grain of Lion's small staff was the last thing the man saw before darkness erupted.

Hattori rubbed the knot on his head as officers surrounded him, asking questions and searching for the thief. The Osakan grimaced as he touched a tender spot. Whoever it was must have had an accomplice with a getaway car or something. How else could he have knocked him out and gotten away so fast? The real question was: who was that guy what did he want? Officers were searching to see if anything other than the bat he'd attacked with had been taken, and were looking up to see if their was any significance in the bat other than just a handy weapon for the time.

Hattori had told them that it was the same thief as the one he saw yesterday, but Satou had been in the break room getting a cup of coffee and hadn't seen him to confirm it. She had heard the commotion though, and she was now standing next to Hattori, trying to help him get to his feet. The teen waved off the help, standing on his own before informing the woman completely of what had happened. She was shocked that it was the same person who they had seemed before, and it didn't settle well with either of the two.

It seemed like this was too much of a coincident that something like this would happen now, when Conan and Takagi were missing and so much else seemed to be happening. Then again, as frantic as they were they would probably connect anything to the case. There wasn't really anything to connect the two events, but a sixth sense stirred in each of their minds, telling them that something was up. Suddenly Satou turned to one of the officer's meandering around.

"Go check the records room and make sure nothing was moved or stolen, especially about Takagi-kun's case." The man gave a quick salute and rushed off. Satou glanced towards Hattori, as if asking if she was doing the right thing or just being paranoid, but the Osakan himself didn't know. The man came back a while later reporting that nothing seemed to have been touched. The two gave each other a glance and sighed, the whole investigation on the thief was winding down, and it wasn't really their job anyways.

"Well then I guess we'd better finish talking to the people on that list we got yesterday," Satou grumbled. Hattori nodded unhappily.

"I guess that's all we can do." Yet for the moment his mind was till stuck on this robbery.

"It's strange though. When we saw the thief yesterday I'm sure he was alone. Why would he have an accomplice today? Could he have been looking to steal something so important that he needed backup? Or maybe he was stealing something for someone else and that person was the one who knocked me out. Then again, it could be that he asked for help simply because of the added danger of breaking into a police department." He looked up to his momentary partner and saw her face concentrated into an expression of thought, thought he immediately knew that she would be unable to really add much to his list of theories. Not like Kudo could. Heiji bit back a bitter sigh, he really wanted his friend back. Before the woman could truly form any ideas he interrupted her train of thought. "Never mind, its probably completely unrelated. Lets just go." Satou looked at him in surprise but shrugged, he was probably right.

"All right, my car is in the parking lot." The teen nodded and followed the woman to her car, about to get in when suddenly an officer sprinted towards them, his face flushed with hurried excitement.

"Thank goodness you haven't left yet, you have to come quick! It's urgent!"

"What happened?" The female officer asked.

"Megure-keibu got an email!"

"... What's important about it?"

"The guy who sent it claims to be the original criminal behind the officer murders!"

Satou and Hattori both rushed to Megure's desk, the other officer hurrying behind them informing them of what was going on.

"We had some officer's questioning the original suspects of the officer murders to see if one of them would offer any information to see if it would help us capture them, but no one confessed or offered any information. Apparently one of them must have been the real deal. We don't know who though, they sent an email from a brand new address, and as far as we can tell it was sent from an internet cafe. We don't know anything else about it other than what they said in the message."

Finally they reached the man's desk, several officer were crowded around it, craning to see the message.

"Ah, Satou-kun! Hattori-kun! There you are. Come over here, you two need to see this."

The two forced there way through the crowd, finally reaching the table where they could see the computer and the message it showed.

Officermurdersculprit fakewebsite. com

I hear someone has been attempting to copy my legacy and I don't like it. I also hear they have gone beyond what I have done and have kidnapped not only an officer but a child as well. I don't like that either. You will have one chance tomorrow to talk with me, don't mess it up. If you can convince me that it will be worth my time to help, I'll tell you how I went about the murders a few years ago. If you can't convince me, then you are on your own.

Look for the video chat user name that is the same as this email address tomorrow at 12:15, don't be late.

-Original culprit of the so called officer murders

Satou stared at the computer, joy at the revelation swamped by horror that the man would not give them any useful information until the next day. "What is he doing waiting for tomorrow to speak with us? He of all people know that there is a deadline!"

"Calm down Satou-kun!" Megure urged, "Takagi-kun has until Saturday, that gives us two more days after this man contacts us."

"No, he will be found dead on Saturday! That means he'll be killed Friday, the day after this man talks to us. H-he'll die in two days." And I can't do anything to stop it. The officer looked around to each other, eyes wide with worry and fear. They hadn't realized the deadline was so close. They only had two more days, they were running out of time and it seemed they could do nothing to stop it.

Before anyone points out that no one would put that as their username I would like to point out that he made that account for the purpose of telling the police who he was and contacting them as the murderer. It is not his normal email. Thank you!