Counterpart
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Pacing around the library Shinichi waited for the phone at the other end of the line to pick up. When it finally did, and the confused voice of Jodie-sensei gave a tentative 'Moshi Moshi', Shinichi sent a predatory smirk toward the wall of books nearby and went still.
"My name is Kudou Shinichi, and I believe we have some interests in common involving some people with monotone fashion sense. If you want to find out what we know, and are willing to play nice with us to bring this to an end, I'd like you to arrange a meeting."
As he continued to talk with the slightly incredulous woman, Shinichi noticed his Osakan counterpart wander into the room still looking a little lost. Finally, having gotten the details for a meeting the next day Shinichi snapped his phone closed again.
"Hattori." No response. "Hattori!"
The other detective startled and blinked at him. "So you and Neechan are really...?"
Rolling his eyes Shinichi fought down the urge to send the idiot to Haibara as a new guinea pig. "Yes, Hattori."
"But that's like... A sign of the apocalypse!"
"...." Shinichi decided not to bother fielding that one. "Tomorrow you and my mother are going to have a chat with Megure-keibu while my dad goes to meet with Jodie-sensei."
Heiji blinked, apparently his mind shifting back into that analytical detective mode, the version Shinichi preferred. He really wasn't in the mood to discuss his love life. In fact he was trying very hard not to think about it despite the nightly tap dance his renewed hormones were doing.
(White on white. Moonlight pooling on the coverlet like so much white fabric. The flash of light over the lens of a monocle as a taunting voice whispered something that made his blood boil in a way that had nothing to do with annoyance. Gloved fingers sliding over exposed skin...)
Shinichi started swearing, firmly stomping down the mental images his brain was conjuring much to Heiji's renewed confusion.