Detective Conan and Magic Kaito characters, settings, and ideas do not belong to me but to Aoyama Gōshō.
TMPD Antics
By Taliya
LXV: Kuroba and Hakuba
"Remind me again how I ended up with you of all people on a stakeout?" Kaito quietly complained as he lay belly-down on the edge of the roof, peering into the warehouse across the street with a pair of binoculars.
Saguru shot his companion a rather baleful glare. "Just so you know, I wasn't all that pleased myself," the blond retorted, shifting slightly to relieve the beginning tingles of numbness in his right foot. He, too, lay on his stomach, a pair of binoculars in hand. "But it was not as if I could have chosen who to have gone with."
Kaito snorted. "You could have turned the task down, you know," he snipped.
"Do quit your whining, Kuroba. We're on the clock," Saguru retorted.
The two detectives had been assigned to a stakeout together to monitor the comings and goings of a group of local but rather notorious thieves and fraud artists. The group stole priceless artifacts from museums around Japan in addition to conning their way to obtaining items of museum quality before turning around and selling them on the black market. An anonymous Good Samaritan had tipped off the police with regards to the thieves' headquarters location. Kaito still snickered in private whenever Inspector Momose or Inspector Nakamori would crow gleefully about their "lucky break".
At any rate, the theft detective was now somewhat regretting his decision simply because he had been assigned to the stakeout with the blond. Why, Kaito thought with a touch of despair mixed with irony, out of all the people in Division Two, why did it have to be blond, British, and annoying?
The two divisions had decided to collaborate, since the crimes committed encompassed both of their areas of expertise. But since the police had no idea exactly how many people were part of this group, they had decided a stakeout was necessary. And as the youngest newbies of their respective divisions, Saguru and Kaito had been "voluntold".
It was now three twenty-seven and fifty-two seconds in the morning, according to the blond. Kaito grunted in response and returned his attention to one window that had a perfect view of the room inside. A wooden crate-turned-makeshift table held the blueprints of multiple buildings, and Kaito wished he could, for a moment, pop KID's monocle on to utilize the zoom ability of the lens, as it could magnify an image up to fifty times. The binoculars magnified by a puny ten in comparison.
The police already had an idea of when and where they struck based on habit and pattern analysis. It was now up to Saguru and Kaito to determine how many people were involved, as well as what sorts of firepower they possessed, if any.
Kaito sighed. If only I could lose uptight and stuffy here, I could be in and out of that joint in two minutes flat with everything the police needed to know. He froze before a sly grin spread across his face. Saguru, noticing Kaito's uncharacteristic stillness, shot him an uneasy sideways suspicious glance. Maybe another night when he's not here KID could lend the coppers a hand. After all, he's not all that fond of real thieves either…
Author's Note: I sort of don't even want to imagine what a night's stakeout with those two would be like, especially if they bicker and take potshots at each other the entire time. I had a chance to write this at work since Ellen DeGeneres has set up the Trunk of Dreams thingee in the park across the street from my office. Work productivity has gone down the tubes for the afternoon. Luckily it's Friday. I hope you enjoyed it.
Completed: 04.03.2016