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

XCI: Hattori and Kuroba

"Ah, fuck…"

Heiji barely spared a glance at the man at his side. "Something bugging you, Kuroba?" he asked as he dodged a sedan with a swerve.

Kaito rubbed the back of his neck at the rough handling of the vehicle while bracing himself with the so-called "Oh Shit" bar. "I slept funny last night, and now I've got a crick. Goddamn it hurts…"

The Osakan grunted and proceeded to ignore the now muttering brunet. The two had initially been paired up for a theft-turned-murder, and now they were chasing the culprit, who had fled before he could be cuffed and led away. He had stolen a vehicle, and now the two were in pursuit in a high-speed chase down a highway.

Heiji floored the pedal and cut off a semi as he glared at the target vehicle they were closing in on. "Kuroba," he snapped, and Kaito glanced at his current partner. "I know this is breaking the rules, but do you want to do something crazy?"

Kaito's eyes lit with interest. "How crazy is crazy?"

"If I pull up next to this asshole," the Division One detective grunted as he switched lanes around a pickup, "do you think you can somehow get into the vehicle and slow it down while incapacitating our target?"

The impish grin was all the reply needed. "Can do," Kaito said with a cheeky salute, and Heiji pushed his car alongside the murderer-thief's. Kaito had already rolled down his window and with a whoop, launched himself out of Heiji's car and somehow managed to latch himself onto the roof of the culprit's.

Heiji fell back far enough to come to a stop if Kaito fell off, but he watched with complete amazement as Kaito knocked out the glass with… something… on the backseat passenger side and wiggled his way inside. The vehicle swerved dangerously as the two fought for control of the car, but by this time the rest of the police had arrived to form a blockade alongside Heiji.

Then suddenly, the car began to slow and an arm stuck out of the driver's side and flashed a thumb up.

The Osakan laughed as the entire fleet rolled to a stop along the side of the highway. "Hoo boy," he muttered with a mix of dread and euphoria as Inspector Megure marched up towards him, mustache bristling in anger, "We are so toast."

Author's Note: And the crazy duo is at it again. I hope you enjoyed it.

Completed: 15.08.2016