I had ample time to finish this. I should have updated sooner… yet… I became addicted to another anime (Nodame Cantabile). Woe and behold, the lazy anime-addict.

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As many of you requested, the reaction to Conan's meeting with the B.O:

Group therapy session #2 epilogue-

(Warning, extremely short)

"Come on, Kudo! We deserve to know," a particularly boisterous individual prodded at the young child beside him. They were now riding in Agasa's car on the way to their respective homes.

"Ah, that?" the small boy raised an eyebrow, "I told you I needed to fetch something."

They all eyed him disappointedly. Even Hakuba's inquiring gaze wavered- irritation flashing dimly in his eyes.

Haibara was not satisfied either: "And…?"

Conan smirked and conceded a faint indication: "Perhaps the black organisation isn't as unaware of their mental condition as I had thought…"

The hint was enough for them to deduce the situation correctly. Their jaws dropped. Heiji's eyes widened into saucers- globular and astonished: "Ya mean…"A jumble of protests dissipated as the car ran over a small bump, rattling the vehicle uncomfortably.

"Isn't that therapist dead or near-death by now?" Haibara frowned, her eyes narrowing. Had Conan neglected to offer his protection to someone this time?

Conan shrugged: "She is in no peril. I made sure of it." He had weighed all possible options. He could have called the FBI, but they were not in the range to come in for the capture, nor did they have the legal authority; a therapeutic clinic was decidedly not the place to stage a clash between Red and Black. All he could do was assure her safety.

"I'll pay for her recovery myself," he explained, leaning over to the side window, "hypnosis should wipe the slate clean."

Agasa intervened: "Or I could test my memory-removing earphones!"

The two not children glared: "NO!" Slightly discouraged, he bit his lip and continued to grip the steering wheel. He should have guessed that they would not trust his inventions entirely- especially one dealing with the nervous system: a delicate and intricate framework.

Silence now. Individual pondering, isolated cogitation. Each of their thoughts avoided mingling, drifting noiselessly past each other as they contemplated the meaning of Conan's words.

Then, a soft giggle. It started to swell as Kaitou erupted into a fit of laughter. Heiji joined him, wiping tears out of his eyes: "Da… da bad guys- hahaha- talking about deir problems!?" Realisation had begun to settle in.

Kuroba puffed, his face growing scarlet. Would they talk to Ms. Dubose like they talked to KID?

"I'M GOING TO GOUGE YOUR UNMOVING EYES OUT, BASTARD!"

Or would they genuinely convey the troubling nature of their conflict with good?

"There's this guy. H-he's always taunting me, mocking me. I'm supposed to catch him- me and my comrades in fact- but he always wins. I was never good at much. But while I'm doing the one thing I am good at, he… he's able to beat me hands tied. It's unnerving, really. And to make matters worse, I have a boss with no understanding whatsoever. If I fail a job, he literally wants to kill me."

"I understand. These people bash others just to feel better about themselves."

"That explains a lot, madam. Thanks."

"And try talking to your boss; it may be that he is also insecure himself. Remember that if this continues, you still have to put your happiness and self-actualisation first."

"You don't understand, miss. He'll kill me."

"Now, now. Don't exaggerate. The worst he can do is fire you... and that might actually leave you in a more advantageous position than before."

"But ma'm-"

"Here you go, have a nice day."

Kaitou laughed heartily at the imagined session. Maybe… maybe he would have liked to see that too. If only someone had documented it. Pausing, he snorted. Impossible. He would have to ask Conan if he had heard anything from those sociopathic killers.

After all, everything is possible in a world where bad guys attend clinical therapy.

The next will most likely be couple therapy between Eri and Kogoro… or Shinichi and Ran. Or Heiji and Kazhua. XD We'll see…

**Challenge: I will write a one-shot for a random person who tells me what they liked/disliked and points out legit mistakes in my story. XD It's for the sake of improvement!