Detective Conan and Magic Kaito characters, settings, and ideas do not belong to me but to Aoyama Gōshō.

Warnings: Language, minor violence

TMPD Antics

By Taliya

LXXXV: Hattori and Kuroba

Kaitou KID appeared out of the mists before him looking distinctly… ruffled. Heiji regarded the phantom thief with a raised brow. "What happened to you?"

The magician grumbled. "Kuroba Kaito, that's what," he answered with a tinge of sulkiness, and the Osakan recalled the thief's surprise and subsequent—rather deafening—getaway moments ago.

Kaito could still be heard in the background, cursing at the phantom thief for having escaped him. Heiji shook his head. "I'm not even going to ask."

"Well," KID said as he straightened his hat and dusted himself off. "Meitantei and Tantei-san are on their way, so I suggest you head out too. An earpiece will be there for you all and myself to communicate with." KID pointed to the earphone that was already tucked securely into his left ear. "Just follow the plan."

The Osakan nodded. "Good luck."

"You too," KID murmured as he melted away.

Heiji began his search for the gallery exit as the phantom thief chirped, "Nakamori-keibu! Tantei-chan! Why do you even bother catching me when we all know you won't be able to?"

"Damn you, Kaitou KID!" Nakamori growled. Kaito shouted something along the same lines, and the phantom thief cackled.

"Well, then, chase me if you can!" he called, and as Heiji finally left the gallery, the smoke began to dissipate immediately. He spotted Saguru ahead of him and followed, their rendezvous point where they would stock up on the supplies Kaitou KID had left for them before they confronted the thief's snipers. As Heiji ran outside of the museum building, a cheer rose from the crowds as KID appeared on the rooftop, the Task Force and Kaito not far behind.

Fuck! Heiji swore as he sprinted as fast as he could for the supply point, He's too early! What the fuck is Kuroba playing at, making himself so visible with so many others at risk?!

He slid to a halt once he reached the supply point, jamming the earphone in that Shinichi had held out for him. "KID!" he snapped, "The hell are you doing on the roof already?! You're too early!" Beside him, both Shinichi and Saguru swore.

"I didn't expect them to keep up quite so well," KID admitted over the earpiece. "Particularly Tantei-chan."

And who exactly was "Tantei-chan" was something that would be resolved at a later time.

"Get them off the roof," Shinichi demanded as he chambered a bullet into his Sig Sauer. Saguru readied his Smith & Wesson while Heiji did the same with his Beretta. "We're headed up."

"Copy," KID replied seriously, and there was a dull boom as the phantom thief doused the rooftop with smoke to screen everyone from the sniper's bullets.

The three detectives entered the building the snipers were staked out on, leaping into the elevator and pressing the button for the highest floor. From there, they would take the stairs to the roof. Each of them prayed that, in the short amount of time it would take to ride the elevator, run up the stairs, and incapacitate the snipers, Kaitou KID would keep the members of the police safe from harm. It was, Heiji would later reflect, a rather odd reversal of roles.

Author's Note: And the plan is set in motion with a tightening noose. Not sure what types of guns the Japanese police use, so I've made the assumption that officers are able to choose their firearm. I hope you enjoyed it.

Completed: 16.07.2016