"SHIIIIIIIIIIN-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAN~" Kaito belted out the detective's most hated variation of her commonly masculine name like a pop love song, shoving aside the heavy wooden doors to the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's Divison I with a bang, and proceeded to skip merrily towards Division I's Official Professional Consultant.

"Hi, Kai." Smiled the consultant at the mass of energy in the form of a teenage boy she had come to know as her boyfriend when he had made his way to her janitor's-closet-small office.

Nudged to the corner were Hattori Heiji and Hakuba Saguru, mouths hanging partially open at the tiny army, multitudes of murderous eyes, huddled behind the intruder.

But he continued to grin despite the warning glares of a dozen armed officers ready to draw fire upon the brazen boy at the mildest provocation.

Shinichi rubbed her forehead. This is what happens when half the people you work with are either your godparents or your harem.

"You're coming with me." Kaito declared in a smug, self-assured tone, and he just wasn't looking the demurely seated detective surrounded by piles of Manila folders eye-to-eye, Hattori would've believed he was either kidding or subconsciously begging for his terrible demise. Why else would he speak as though he was ordering her to come with him?

"We kind of have a lot to do." Shinichi gestured grandly at the folders and boxes that reduced the living space of the room.

Kaito placed his hands on the two sides of her desk, looming over the slightly smaller detective.

"Then I'll carry you…" He smirked, blue-violet eyes fluttering half-closed.

"If you can. " She countered, setting aside one folder before flipping open another.

He leaned his hip onto the table, causing a mini-earthquake that toppled a pencil holder full of black and red pens and disturbed a stack of finished cases,

"… then drop you…" He grinned in a way that was nuttier than a can of Planter's.

"Even better." She commented as dry as a graham cracker.

He eagled his arms on the two corners of her desk, and leaned in closer to her, towering over the detective hunched over a report on the murder of a fifteen-year old commercial actress.

Suddenly, his smirk wasn't just manic, but also… dangerous.

Disregarding the two detectives watching him warily, stubbornly alive despite the homicidal glares the officers of Division I were currently stabbing him in the back with, he crooned even further down, so low all the detective had to do was lift her head and the rating jumps from K to T.

Cheek to cheek, lips to ear, his whisper blew away trellises of her loose raven locks away.

"… on top of my bed."

Kaito pulled back as Shinichi stared at him, the potency of her cold eyes and tightly-pressed mouth diluted by the color that steadily suffused her cheeks.

They stared…

… and they stared…

… and they stared…

… and they stared.

"…"

"Fine."

Shinichi shut the file she was working on with an audible click, brushed past Kaito and stood at the open doorway with an army behind her.

And the officers and fellow high school detectives watched in awe and stupefaction as the lovers walked out the station door.

Shinichi covering her face with her palm.

Kaito whistling an obscure tune with his arm coiled around her waist.

Hattori turned to Hakuba.

"What'd ya think Kuroba said, hmmm?"