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Shades of Grey: Enter the Chibi
by Icka! M. Chif

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Hakuba blinked, looking down at the small young smiling face that was shining up at him. Certainly not a normal guest to the Hakuba Laboratory. Perhaps he was hallucinating. He had been pulling several late nights recently and mayhap it was affecting him more than he realised.

The boy looked at him quizzically. "Araide-sensei?"

"Who?" He echoed. The boy seemed familiar, but Hakuba could not quite place him. The Boys' Brigade didn't sell biscuits, did they? No, that was Girl Scouts in America. Did they sell newspaper subscriptions instead? Did they even have the Boys' Brigade in Ekoda?

"Never mind. Sorry." The boy shook his head. "Is Hakuba-niichan in? Heiji-niichan sent me."

Hattori was sending small children as his errand boys? Hakuba made a mental note to talk to the Detective of the West. There was something just not right about sending little children out at night to do his bidding. He covered a yawn, making a second mental note to get some sleep soon. Or caffeine. Yes, caffeine was good.

"And what is it that Hattori in need of this night?" He inquired, holding the door open and motioning the boy in. He really did look familiar, where had he seen him before? On a heist?

"Information." It was the dry tone that triggered something in the back of his mind. He -had- met the boy before and he was pretty sure he had some files on him as well. Blast this fuzzy headedness.

The boy was not to be treated as a normal boy, he remembered that much. There was something odd about him. Dammit, what was it?

He made a thoughtful noise, making sure the door was locked behind them and escorted the boy back to the computer station he had been working at before the interruption at the door. He wasn't entirely out of it, he'd password locked the computer before he'd left the station. It never hurt to be extra cautious.

Especially since the boy wasn't acting like most children he observed. There was no bouncing or random chatter, although the innocent smile was back on the boy's face. "What sort of information?" He asked, a faint buzz of alarm growing.

Of course, in his lab coat and glasses, the boy was probably mistaking him for a lab assistant. He opened the door to his small lab, motioning the boy to precede him.

"The kind of information that is very very dark." A wiry voice informed him. He looked up to see Kid somehow perched like a bird on the back of his computer chair, the cape trailing behind him like a long pair of wings. "Yo, Tantei-san, Tantei-kun."

The boy stiffened, loosing all childishness about him. "Kid!"

Click. The missing piece snapped into place. "Oh. That is correct. -You- are Kudo." That made sense then. He just hadn't expected Kudo -here-.

Kid held up a steaming covered styrofoam cup, grinning. "I brought coffee."

"Bless Your Little Black Heart." He sighed gustily, interposing himself between the tensely vibrating not-boy and the thief as he took the offered warm heavenly scented caffeinated beverage. "You are truly a Saint among men."

This earned him a real smile. And a snicker from the computer that he pointedly ignored.

"What are you doing here, Kid?" Kudo's body had a flight or fight tenseness to him, aiming his wristwatch at the thief. There was nothing even remotely innocent about the small person anymore.

"He has an invitation." Hakuba said dryly as Kid hopped off the back of the chair and invited him to sit with a sweeping flourish. Hakuba bowed his head in return as he sat down. At least the thief was honest about why he showed up, instead of putting up a fake facade to be invited in.

Although it was highly irregular of Kid to make an appearance when there was someone else around. And Kid wouldn't not know about Kudo's appearance.

Therefore something was going on.

At least the coffee was good.

Kid placed a USB drive on the desk in front of the keyboard. "I bring other gifts too."

"Knew there was a reason I kept you around." He commented, picking up the drive and giving it a quick once over. "Would you like anything to drink? I could warm up something up."

"I'm good." Kid waved his offer away. "Your microwaves around here disturb me. I've -seen- what some of you scientist-types put in them."

"If I remember correctly, the custard taiyaki was your idea." He muttered, slipping the USB stick in to the port and waiting for the computer to read the data. In the reflection of the monitor, he could see Kudo wavering back and forth, his hand still on the watch as he watched them. Kid casually draped an arm across Hakuba's shoulders, watching Kudo in the reflection as well.

"Oh, yeahhhh..." A pleased grin spread across Kid's face at the memory. Kid hadn't put the fish-shaped pastries into the microwave himself, but had certainly taken fiendish delight in setting the microwave timer and pressing 'start'. "But you started it by nuking the Hello Kitty Cupcake. Anything useful?"

"Some. And I refuse to eat something that is both pink and has a cat head on it." He retorted absentmindedly, sorting the files to his liking for easier pursing as the window popped up. Exploding the pink sugar filled pastries had been fun. Although messy to clean up afterwards. He took another sip of coffee, feeling his brain cells wake up.

Behind them, Kudo sighed and dragged up a chair of his own, keeping one glaring eye on the kaitou. Hakuba raised an eyebrow. "So nice of you to join us. Did Hattori actually send you?"

Kudo glared at him. In the child body, it looked more like the sulk or a pout of a youngster who hadn't gotten his way. "He said that you might have information that would be useful to me." He hedged reluctantly.

Hakuba caught the Kid's eye and motioned to the phone with a tilt of his chin. Right now, he was not about to trust Kudo farther than he could drop kick him.

Of course, considering Kudo's diminutive size, that might be quite a distance...

Kid nodded in return, picking up the phone next to the desk and dialling a number from memory before putting it on speakerphone. After a few rings, a tired voice picked up. "Hattori."

"Good evening, Hattori." Kid answered smoothly in Hakuba's voice. Hakuba winced, covering it with another sip of coffee. He still could not get used to hearing his own voice outside of his head. It was lower than he expected for one thing. "I sincerely apologise for the interruption."

"Oh, Hakuba." Hattori yawned. "Wazzup?"

Kid caught his eye and he nodded, motioning for Kid to continue on in his voice as he skimmed through some of the files. It was handy having someone act as an assistant, allowing him to get more than one thing done at a time. "I have a visitor here who informs me that he was sent by you."

"Visitor?" The kansai detective sounded puzzled. "Oh. Oh! Ku-Conan-kun's there? Yeah. Sorry, was going to call ya in the mornin' to see if ya wouldn't mind sharin' some of the data we've been collectin' with him. Think he'd be a big help."

"Thanks, Hattori." Kudo grumbled.

"Oh, hey Kudo!" Hattori's voice was cheerful with friendly affection for the other detective. "How's it goin'..." The voice then trailed off as he realised that he'd just slipped up.

"It is all right." Hakuba commented. "I figured it out a while back." Shortly after the incident with the mysterious black organization that introduced him to Hattori. Of course, the few clues that Kid had left that morning hadn't hurt either...

Kudo's eyes went wide.

"Oh." The voice on the phone said.

Kid chuckled, still using Hakuba's voice. "Anyway, thank you Hattori. It never hurts to double check."

"Better safe than sorry." Hattori agreed. "Anythin' else?"

Kid flickered an eyebrow in question and Hakuba shook his head. "That was it. Thanks again."

"Anytime. Take care guys!"

"You too." Kid hung up the phone.

"Big difference between 'sent for information' and 'the possibility of sharing information'." Hakuba commented mildly, finishing off the last of the coffee and tossing the cup into the rubbish bin.

"You don't understand." Kudo protested. "These people are trying to kill me-"

"In case it has failed to escape your notice, those self same people are trying to kill the Kid here too." Hakuba pointed out.

"And they tried to blow up Hakuba recently." Kid added mildly, downplaying his target status. "Along with your friends Hattori, Kazuha and quite a few good members of the police department."

Kudo's jaw closed, rage and desperation burning in the small frame.

"Now." Hakuba said firmly. "If you would care to start from the beginning -without- the lies and subterfuge, mayhap you might accomplish something tonight."

He was being a pompous ass, he realised belatedly. After a moment's reflection, he came to the conclusion that he really didn't care at the moment either. While the coffee helped, it was late and he really did not feel up to putting up with someone else's mind games without invitation. If this meant treating the other detective like a spoilt brat, so be it.

A part of his brain pointed out that he was also reacting Kudo as a threat to the thief, an invader to his territory. A twist of the Kid's lips informed him that the kaitou had noted his surly protectiveness as well and was amused by it.

"What's to stop me from calling the police and informing them that he's here?" Kudo asked back, his voice low and dangerous.

The veiled threat was useless, Kid would be gone without a trace before anyone approached. And if anyone did question, it would be a child's word against his. "And who is going to believe that the Kaitou Kid is visiting with his self-proclaimed rival?"

"Although if you're really not that interested in finding those men you're looking for, I can let myself out." Kid added tiredly, despite the lively twinkle in his eyes. "I do have other things to do."

"How is your next heist coming anyway?" Hakuba asked mildly.

"Ha. Nice try." Kid snorted, although the tone was playful. "You'll get the details when everyone else does, like always."

"Feh." What good was having your own pet kaitou if they never told you anything interesting?

Kudo was silent, watching the interplay with narrowed eyes. Hakuba continued to skim through the files, Kid watching over his shoulder and quietly drawing his attention to points that the thief thought would be of interest. It would have been like a few other nights at the lab if it hadn't been for the small tense presence staring at them. Kudo continued to sit there, coiled like a spring wound tighter and tighter, getting ready to snap.

And then he did.

Kudo let out a large sigh that seemed to deflate the small body. "Edogawa Conan. Nice to meet you." He said tiredly. He didn't exactly sound pleased, more like resigned.

Hakuba felt a bit of a sympathetic smile curve at the corners of his mouth, feeling slightly bad for forcing the other detective to play their game. Slightly bad. Not much. "Hakuba Saguru. I believe we've met before." He glanced pointedly at the thief before returning his attention to the small detective. "-Although I did not have an internationally wanted jewel thief bringing me coffee at the time."

Kid looked very smug. Kudo just looked confused. Hakuba figured that was about par for the night and continued on. "So what can we help you with tonight?"

"Information." Kudo said firmly. "About the men in black."

"Which ones?"

Kudo gave them a blank look. "The Mysterious Organization? People wear all black? Trench coats?"

"Yes, yes. Which men in particular?"

The blank gaze turned into a wide-eyed stare. Kid smirked, clapped Hakuba on the shoulder. "See? This is why I wear white. Less confusion."

"You wear white because you are a loony." Hakuba corrected.

"That too." Kid agreed, stretching. "If you children are going to play nice now, I really do have things to do."

"G'night, Kid-niichan!" The computer chirped. Kid patted the top of the monitor fondly.

Hakuba rose as well, keeping himself between Kudo and the thief. "I will walk you out." For all of the seven steps it took to reach the window that Kid had left open anyway. Kid gave him a small smile for it, a real one, not one of the Kid-mask ones that he'd been wearing since his appearance.

Kudo slipped out of his seat as well, trailing behind them with suspicious eyes, but made no move towards his watch again.

"Sorry for the intrusion." Kid said softly, his lips appearing not to move as they walked towards the window.

"Nothing I cannot handle." He whispered back, one hand reaching out but not quite touching the Kid's waist as the thief swung a leg out the window, leaning backwards towards Hakuba for balance. "However, I would appreciate being let in on whatever is going on."

Kid tilted his head back mouth opening to reply "I-"

"You-You're sleeping with HIM?!"

The sudden exclamation from the small detective nearly caused Hakuba to fall forward right out the window. That is, except for the fact that the same shout caused the Kid to pitch backwards, so they just sort of collided around the middle, propping each other up. Despite the minor tangle of arms, they managed to turn their heads and look at Kudo, who was staring back at them with large eyes that looked like they were about ready to pop out of his skull.

Belatedly, Hakuba mused that while they hadn't said anything that belied more than a casual professional relationship, their body language said otherwise. He was used to the Kid being in his space, the casual touches while talking, and his body language had unconsciously reflected that. Kid's as well. "I... We... No. We most certainly are not."

At least, not in the way Kudo was thinking. There had been plenty of -naps-, but no actual ravishing, mores the pity.

Kid melted against him, an arm that had been jammed against Hakuba's chest coming up to wrap around his shoulders in a way that was far more than companionable. "Hakuba's far too much of a gentlemen." Kid purred, kissing the tip of Hakuba's nose before disappearing out the window with a small laugh.

Hakuba stared at the open window for a moment before he remembered to shut his jaw. "See if I watch your back during the next heist." He muttered darkly, shutting the window and locking it with a vengeance.

"I'm sure that's the not the only thing you're watching." Kudo muttered snidely. Hakuba raised and eyebrow, glaring at him. The small detective raised his chin defiantly. "So there's some truth the rumours that you're no longer actively chasing the Kid. Because you're helping him."

"-He- is helping -me-." Hakuba corrected tiredly, walking back and taking his seat at the computer. At least in tracking down the mysterious black organization. "Not the other way around."

"Right. And I'm sure that he didn't tell you who I am either."

"And it just so happens that the last time Shin'ichi Kudo was seen for more than a handful of hours is the exact same night that a young Edogawa Conan moves in with one Mouri Kogoro. One Mouri-tantei whose solve rate suddenly does an abrupt upswing around that time, but only on cases he brings along a small boy who looks exactly like the son of Kudo Yusaku from the dust jackets of the Night Baron books from ten years ago." He raised an eyebrow. "I deal with a thief who pulls things from mid-air, believes that logic is something that happens to other people and gravity is optional. I am -quite- familiar with the concept of Occum's Razor. Kudo Shin'ichi shrinking into Edogawa Conan was not a stretch."

Pluralitas non est ponenda sine neccesitate - Plurality should not be posited without necessity. Or, in layman's terms, when confronted with two possible explanations for a theory, the simplest explanation is the most preferable.

In this case, Kudo Shin'ichi was Edogawa Conan, miniaturized.

And as Holmes himself had said: "When you have excluded the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth."

Kudo gave him a level stare, as if really looking at him for the first time. "You don't like me much, do you?"

"To be horribly impolite, no." Hakuba took off the glasses for a moment, setting them on the desk as he rubbed his eyes with a hand. "Whenever you and he meet, the odds of someone dying in conjunction to the heist appear to increase exponentially."

That earned him a frown. "What do you mean?"

"In the twenty-seven official cases since the Kaitou Kid's revival, you have made appearances at six of them, seven if you include the Clock Tower before your... accident. In four of these cases, someone has been murdered during the course of your visitations. Would you care to wager a guess how many times someone has died in the heists that you were not involved in?"

He replaced his glasses in time to see something akin to guilt flash across the other detective's face. "None."

"Precisely." He agreed frostily. "Kid the Phantom Thief is strictly non-lethal. In fact, if I recall correctly, he saved your life, or at least from some severe discomfort the time you were stranded in a cabin with a Magic Lover's Club. An act of kindness you then ever so gratefully repaid with this last case with the Blue Wonder, were you managed to blow up the motorcycle he was on."

"That was an accident!" Kudo protested.

Hakuba felt his eyebrows rise. "For someone who Hattori has informed me preaches about not driving murderers to suicide, You also stand on record as one of the three detectives that have actually discharged a firearm at him. It quite makes me wonder why Kid appears to be so fond of you."

"We're rivals decreed by fate." Kudo replied, on the defensive now. There was a pause as something else flickered across his face. "Wait... what detectives?" He questioned.

"Europe's former finest detective, 'The Killer Cop' Doron. He attempted to turn the Kid into swiss cheese during the Lights of Paris heist and ended up flying out a window. Nakamori-keibu has technically fired at him twice, although once was while under a curse by a local sorceress." Hakuba rose an eyebrow. "Standing orders are that Kid the Phantom Thief is to be taken alive. Perhaps you meant he is fated to die by you?"

"No!" Kudo growled fiercely and Hakuba felt a part of him relax at the horror in the shrunken detective's eyes. There were too many deaths around Kudo, too many for Hakuba's comfort. He'd been dealing with the police on an investigative level longer than Kudo had... and there was something downright supernatural about the sheer -amount- of coincidental deaths that occurred around the other detective. He'd checked, other people, other -officers- didn't have that sort of damnable luck. And from his perusal of Kudo's history, it appeared that the good detective had become acclimated to that much death around him.

The thought of getting 'used to' that sort of occurrence quite frankly made Hakuba queasy. Especially since Kudo had set his sights on Kid.

They had enough problems with just the Mysterious Organization gunning after Kid without involving Kudo's karma to it.

The miniature detective's body had gone tense, white knuckled fists clenched at his sides. The childish face had gone hard, but not in anger this time, more of a deep resigned sorrow. "It's not like that." Kudo muttered softly. "I... -don't- like it, don't enjoy the fact that things happen around me. But it does and I'm the one who has to deal with it. And I do." Defiant blue eyes dared him to make something of that.

Eyes that were both too old for the seven year old frame and it's seventeen year old counter part. Eyes that had seen too much of humanity's dark side, dispared of it and yet continued to struggle for the light.

Trouble did go to those that could best deal with it.

Perhaps he was being overly harsh on Kudo. However, that did not mean he liked him any more than he did previously.

"Hirokini-kun." Hakuba sighed, turning towards the computer. "Are you there?"

Kudo's gaze sharpened. "Hiroki?"

There was a soft whirrr from the computer before a young child-like voice spoke from the speakers. "Hai, Saguru-niichan!"

"You know the information better than I do at this point. Do you think you could create a disk with whatever relevant information you believe will assist Kudo at this time?" He requested, reaching into a desk drawer to pull out a writeable CD and placing it in the disk drive.

"Relevant, how?" The voice was curious.

"To anything you think could create potential disasters around the Edogawa Clan in the near future." Hakuba rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Explosions, death, dismemberment, the usual."

"Okay, Saguru-niichan." The voice turned sing-song. "But then you go to bed to sleep, okay?"

Hakuba glared at the computer monitor. "Hirokini-kun..."

"Do we have a deal?"

"Yes, yes. Fine. We have a deal." He waved an arm dismissively. He was tired, no protesting that. "You just want me off the system to play that new Halo game Kid brought you, do you not?"

Laughter was his answer. Kid never should have introduced them to 'Red verses Blue'. Although the animated internet series was admittedly highly entertaining. But still, there was just something about allowing a young child-mind wandering around blowing things up that vaguely disturbed him.

"Hiroki-kun?" Kudo asked again, eyes hard and confused with memories of his time in the COCOON game. "Why is Noah on your computer?"

"Not Noah." Hakuba corrected. "Slightly different version, Kid found him a while back and he's been helping us ever since. -When he's not playing video games." From Kid's explanation, when the original Hiroki sent Noah out via the phone lines before jumping off a very tall building, it resulted in Noah spreading himself out like a virus, to protect himself. Isolated backups, in case the original program should fail in his escape and be captured. The 'ni', or 'two' was tacked on to the end, so that there was less confusion between the dead programming genius Hiroki and the Hiroki that lived in his system. This Noah's Ark had a few holes in him.

"He sounds younger." Kudo mused. "How long-?"

"Hirokini ages slower than your Noah, from what Kid said." Hakuba shrugged. Something about the code having been damaged before Kid 'retrieved' him. They had repaired Hirokini the best they could before putting him on an isolated mainframe in the Hakuba Laboratory systems. "He's about four and three-quarters mentally now." A little annoying brother who told him when to get off the computer and get some sleep so that he could take over and play games.

At least Hirokini was still young enough for naps...

He raised an eye brow. "I trust you will find Hirokini-kun to be a neutral enough party to decide what information you get? It is impossible to give you -everything-, but as Hattori said, you could use the information."

Kudo nodded. "Anything helps. I'll ask Haibara if she's willing to share what she has on the toxin as well."

"Kid will be pleased, he has been trying to track down that particular Apotoxin for a while." For neither of them had any liking to the thought of dying, or ending up like the diminutive Kudo. Even a vaccine would be a help.

"Done, Saguru-niichan!" The disk drawer opened automatically, the disk slowing it's rotation. "Now you go get some sleep or I'll tell Kid-niichan."

He grumbled about pushy computers as took the disk and handing it to the shrunken detective. "This should hold you for a while. Should you be interested in further information, I suggest you leave the subterfuge at home and give a phone call in advance."

Kudo grimaced, then nodded. "Agreed. And... thank you."

"I will pass it on." Hakuba nodded brusquely as he rose.

"Bed, Saguru-niichan!" The computer scolded, the windows of information saving themselves and closing as the formerly blank wallpaper changed to a helmeted man in heavy scarred armour fired at something off screen. "Bye, Kudo-niichan."

"Good night, Hirokini-kun. Pleasure to meet you." Kudo slipped out of the desk chair, following Hakuba towards the door. Hirokini made no comment, lost in the joys of sniper attacks and shooting anything that moved.

They walked down the corridor in silence, Hakuba unlocking and opening the door his guest. "Will you be able to get home safely?"

"I'm fine." Kudo stepped out, pulling a skateboard out of the bushes next to the door. "The last subway hasn't left yet."

Hakuba nodded, taking his word at face value. Kudo was smart and could use his size to his advantage. And Ekoda at least had a low crime rate.

Something about territorial Police Officers, Detectives and Phantom Thieves... heh.

"Good night then." He turned to head back inside.

Kudo hesitated, skateboard tucked under one arm. "Hakuba-kun?"

He paused, waiting. Kudo frowned. "I don't hate him. It's just... he -always- gets away..."

Hakuba grinned fondly. "Yes, he is annoying little wanker, isn't he?"

"Exactly." Kudo grinned back, predatory delight. "I'll catch him one day."

"Not before me." Hakuba said firmly. "Good night, Kudo. Get home safely."

Kudo chuckled in return, setting down the skateboard and stepping up on to it. There was a moment of pressure, like a change in atmosphere before the board began to move off at a decent clip without the aid of Kudo's foot propelling it forward.

Jeez, Kudo got all the neat toys... Hakuba shook his head, shut and locked the door behind him and wandered back to the warmth of the lab. Hirokini was still having his fun with the game, although it was a bit disconcerting watching the game play itself while the childish voice muttered and cheered from the speakers.

But, from his research on both Hiroki and Noah, neither had a chance to play much before their... demise. He did not have it in himself to deny their ghost the chance to be a child.

Not to mention that Hirokini was a huge help on the computer.

"Go to bed." A voice scolded him cheerfully from the window. He made a rude noise and wandered over. Kid was lounging in the window, one leg slung outside so he was straddling the sill, his back leaning against the wall, an amused expression on his face.

"Are you going to let me know the reason for tonight's escapade if I do?" He inquired, walking over to wrap his arms around the warm lithe figure. Kid made a contented sound, wrapping his arms around Hakuba's and shifting so that he was resting against Hakuba instead of the wall. Hakuba breathed him in for a moment, untensing after his encounter with the other detective. He could fall asleep like this, really he could.

"Distraction." Kid finally commented. "Kudo's a suspicious type, doesn't take anything at face value." The miniature detective would have to be in order to survive.

"So you gave him something to chew on."

"If he knows that you get your information on our mysterious men in black from me, he's less likely to speculate that you might have connections within the group and cast suspicion upon you in the more legitimate circles."

In other words, Kid was offering himself up as a large target so that Kudo and associates didn't think that Hakuba might be working for the Ops. It was a risk to both of them, their acquaintance being known by someone else, but it was far less of a risk than if some officers of the law began to cast doubt on Hakuba's motivations.

"I do not need your protection." He responded firmly.

"I don't need yours either." Kid pointed out, twisting his head so that a crooked amused smirk was visible. "But I'm smart enough to know when not to turn it down."

"Subtle, you are not." Hakuba growled. Dammit, he hated when the other was right. Kid was handling things just fine, he didn't need help. But he didn't turn Hakuba away either, because they -did- work better together.

His thoughts were happily distracted by the simple distraction of the thief twisting around to kiss him. "Get some sleep." Kid murmured, breath teasing the skin of Hakuba's mouth.

Was there a campaign he didn't know about to make him get some sleep? "Yes, dear." He muttered sarcastically, leaning forward for a deeper and much more satisfying kiss. With tongue. Yes, tongue was definitely a good thing.

Kid chuckled when they broke for air. "Now that's a good night kiss." The thief grinned, eyes hooded mischievously. "I'll catch you later. Go home, get some sleep."

"Catching people is my job." He grumbled, giving thief a squeeze. "Pleasant dreams."

"You too." Kid slipped out of his grasp, swinging his leg back out side and disappearing once more into the night.

Hakuba watched him go, muffling a yawn as he stretched. Yes, definitely time for bed. He slipped off the lab coat and draped it over the computer chair, watching Hirokini stalk some helpless sap with barely restrained glee. "Good night, Hirokini-kun. Do not overuse the cheat codes."

"Night, Saguru-niichan!" Hirokini chirped before laughing as diabolically as an elementary student can. "Cheat codes? What cheat codes? Cheat codes are for WIMPS!!!"

A burst of fire and another helmeted body fell down. Hirokini cackled, his character already bouncing off in search of new prey.

Hakuba just shook his head as he wandered out of the room grabbing his inverness coat on the way out.

Bed time, time to head home, time for sleep.

Only this time, he was leaving through the side door...

-fin-

Note: This fic was written before 'Black Knight', where there is a death during a Kid Heist without Conan being around.

Biscuit = Cookie
'The Boys' Brigade' is the basically the same thing as 'The Boy Scouts of America', only based out of the UK and the British Commonwealth.

*Halo and 'Red Verses Blue' thanks to MOrgan's son Sean, who protested that it was a damn better game than Sims.


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