Shinichi layed on the cold, unforgiving floor. Her breath was ragged and uneven. Handcuffs kept her wrists together and kept her connected to a pole. She was defenseless. She was scared. She was crying.

Ran struggled against a man with long sliver hair. He had his hand over her mouth. No final words for her. His gaze sent shivers through her spine. He was out for blood.

Click.

The man slowly brought a gun up to Ran's temple. Shinichi yelled in protest. The man laughed at her feeble attempts to stop him.

"You survived, Kudo. That was your first mistake. You should've just died at that damn amusement park." He smirked. Shinichi screamed, squirmed, and cursed as the man dug the barrel into Ran's head. She winced, terror clouding her senses. "Now I'll have to waste magazines on your little friend here."

"Stop! Don't touch her! She has nothing to do with this!" Her bonds tightened as she attempted to pull away from the pole.

"Your second mistake was ditching Conan and turning back into Shinichi Kudo. This," he played with the trigger of the gun, "is all your fault."

"Don't shoot Ran! Kill me! Kill ME!" Shinichi screamed. She kicked and whined, making it seem like she was throwing a temper tantrum. Ran sobbed at the broken sight of her childhood friend. The great high school detective was lowly yelling a criminal to end her life.

The man let out a wicked snicker. "Your final mistake is this cowardly begging. You can't even die with your pride anymore." He paused, letting Shinchi take it in. "Don't worry, I'll kill you. Mouri first, Mentantei-san." He mocked cruelly.

Ran looked at Shinichi. Tears flowed out of her eyes and she shook her head violently.

(What was she trying to tell her?)

Bang!

Shinichi saw red and black mix together as Ran's limp body fell onto the cracked cement. It was a sickening combination.

"Hah!" Shinichi sat up, gasping. She was sprawled out on her bed with a cold sweat. Her body shook uncontrollably. Ran.

She was gripping her night shirt tightly. Ran. Ran. Ran.

She wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. Gin.

You're okay. She shivered violently one last time before settling her body.

"No, I'm not."

Ran's alright. The bed creaked in protest as she sat on the edge.

"For now."

He's doesn't know who you are. She slowly got off the bed and walked to the kitchen.

"He'll find out."

Shinichi paused. She let out a shaky laugh. "Am I schizophrenic or something?" The coffee maker greeted Shinichi with a beep. She took the pot and filled it with water.

While the coffee was being made, Shinichi looked at the clock. 11:00 in the morning. She slept a whole sixteen hours, yet she still felt restless.

The coffee was ready. Shinichi poured it into a cup and drank it black. She moaned in delight. The bitterness appealed to her taste buds. Taking another sip, she sat down at the table. After draining three cups of the bitter liquid, Shinichi felt her stomach growl. "That's right. Bodies need food, too."

She put the empty coffee cup in the sink and went back to her room. Putting on the first clothes she saw, she realized they hung loosely on her figure. She examined her arm. Outlines of her bones were easily seen. Shinichi sighed.

Once she was done making herself look presentable, she strolled out of her house and begin to walk to the Beika district, looking for something to eat.

The inspector's face caused Shinichi to chuckle. His eyes held a mix of surprise and irritation. Nakamori-keibu was nothing like the easy-going Megure-keibu.

But Shinichi still had the audacity to waltz into the station and ask to examine Kaitou Kid's newest heist note. No one seemed to immediately recognized her, though in their defense, she had a cap and sunglasses on.

"Who're you?" The inspector asked through gritted teeth.

Shinichi smirked. "Someone sounds stressed." She removed her glasses and cap in an arrogant manner. "I'm Kudo Shinichi, a high school detective." She placed her acessories on the inspector's desk and sat down. A few officers stared at her with awe, while others pondered the name.

"Kudo Shinichi, huh?" Nakamori scoffed. "I appreciate you coming here, but we're doing just fine. We don't need help from another high school detective or whatever."

"I see. Then, tell me. What is Kid going steal, and when is he going to steal it?" Shinichi crossed her legs, an amused expression danced on her face. Man, was it good to be back. Messing with the inspector was ten times more fun as a high schooler.

"T-That information isn't going to be released to the public!" Nakamori sputtered. Shinichi snickered.

"Uh, Nakamori-keibu." An officer shyly interrupted the conversation.

"What now?!" Nakamori roared.

"Now, now, Nakamori-keibu. Remember your blood pressure." Shinichi raised an eyebrow as a Holmes cosplayed walked into view. She loved Holmes as much as the next detective, but really? It had to be extremely hot in that outfit. "Ah, who is this?" He asked as he spotted Shinichi.

"This Kudo Sachiko." Nakamori answered gruffly. Shinichi sighed. I hope you didn't mess up my name just because it's more common for boys, she thought sourly while glaring at the inspector.

"Nakamori-keibu. It's Kudo Shinichi." The shy officer corrected.

The cosplayer's eyes widened at the sound of the name. "Kudo Shinichi-san. The high school Detective of the East. Where did you disappear to?"

Shinichi avoided his eyes. "Places. I had a lot of undercover cases and such."

He nodded. "You've been off the scene for eight months, twelve days, six hours, forty-three minutes, and twenty-nine seconds. No wait. Nineteen seconds... Hmm? What's wrong?"

Shinichi had a disturbed look on her face. This guy...

"D-Don't worry, Kudo-san. Hakuba-san is just very accurate when it comes to numbers." The officer laughed uncomfortably, showing that the cosplayer still scared him a little, too.

"Hakuba? Hakuba Saguru?" Shinichi questioned, shock leaving her.

"Oh, how rude of me. My name is Hakuba Saguru, England's own high school detective." He gave a confident smile while holding out his hand.

Shinichi nodded. "I thought you looked familiar." She took his hand and shook it.

"Nakamori-keibu." Hakuba looked to the inspector as Shinichi pulled away. "May we see the heist note?"

"Well..." The inspector grumbled to himself knowing that Hakuba would make him show them the note (Shinichi would've, too, but he didn't know that). He opened a beige folder and took out a slip of paper. He reluctantly gave it to the two teenagers.

Taking the note, they realized it was completely in *English. Nonetheless, both were able to understand it with ease.

There are many brilliant stars that shine at midnight,
I shall lead one to the moon after you've red this,
I challenge you, my detectives,
After the Man and i strike nine.

Shinichi instantly noticed three odd things. Kid spelled read incorrectly, didn't capilize I, and capilized man. She stared at the note, knowing there must be some trick to it. Who was the man he was talking about? What exactly is he striking? Why did he misspell read?

"Kid is going to steal the Star of India that is being displayed at National Showa Memorial Museum in Tokyo at midnight. Simple as that." Nakamori informed.

"No. It couldn't possibly be that simple." Hakuba mumbled.

Nakamori scoffed. "Kid's given us notes that just told us all about his heist before. No riddles and no tricks."

Shinichi shook her head. "He wouldn't just spell a word as easy as read wrong. And he didn't capitalize man. Do you even understand what the last line means?"

"Probably nothing!" Nakamori spat. He pushed Hakuba and dragged Shinichi out of his office. "I'm busy! If you want to help, come at 11!" He slammed the door in their faces.

"What a temper." Shinichi stated.

Hakuba nodded. "Here." He handed Shinichi a piece of paper. "I copied down the note. Call me if you figure it out." His cell phone number was on the bottom right corner.

"Don't tell me this is a cheesy way to give me your number." Shinichi asked with a deadpan look.

Hakuba blushed, red as a tomato. "No! I just thought- I mean-"

Shinichi cut him off with a sigh. "I was just messing with you."

"O-Of course." He coughed awkwardly.

Shinichi began to walk away. "Only five hours, twelve minutes and fifty-six seconds until the heist." She imitated looking at her watch.

Hakuba's blush deepened.

*I don't know how Kanji works and I know most of the riddle wouldn't make sense if it was in it. So, can you figure it out? (Probably not, because it was hella difficult to make and I had to do tons of research and it still doesn't really make sense TTATT...) Hint: Tamil is a language...

A/N: Wow. Failed Angst at the beginning, Failed Shinichi in the middle, and Failed Hakuba throughout this whole fic so far... God damnit...
Anyway... I remember the first chapter being really good and formal like, but now it's... just... informal, I guess. I don't know. Do you like it more casual or should I try to go back?