There were two ways in which teenager magician extraordinaire, Kuroba Kaito was accustomed to waking up. One was when his doves go tired of watching him sleep and demanded he feed them hours ahead of schedule and the second was by Aoko shouting his name from outside as he usually had his screen door open to allow in the cool night air.

If Kaito had bothered to set an alarm it would have gone off hours ago to alert him that he needed to get dressed for school but his doves were content at the moment and Aoko didn't shout at him to wake up. So, he slept on and the sun crept further into his room as the day wore on.

Not too far off from Kaito's neighborhood was teenage detective Hakuba Saguru had a much more rigid routine that was also derailed on the same morning. He woke up ten minutes before six as per normal-fed his own bird, taking the time to stroke her feathers lovingly, and then after a quick shower, sat down to breakfast at roughly twenty minutes to seven. His housekeeper had laid out the morning papers, and the morning's mail on the table as she always did. He sifted through it lazily until he came across a letter with a fake address printed on it.

In his line of work, a fake address only meant trouble and he wasted no time at all in tearing the letter open, once he did, a photograph fluttered out and onto the tape. The contents of the letter itself had his blood running cold. He pushed away from the table in a hurry and only grabbed his school bag at the last second as he tore out of his house, not headed for school.

Kudou Shinichi's-or better known at the moment as Edogawa Conan's- morning wasn't much different than it usually was-Ran woke him up around seven-he brushed his teeth, sluggishly got dressed and settled into breakfast with the Mouri family. Ran already had the table set and she'd stepped out to get the mail for her father. She was just coming back in with the small pile as Conan settled into his usual seat to pick at the rice in his bowl.

"Oh!" Ran's small outburst had the small detective's attention in a heartbeat and she just looked a little sheepish as she held out a letter to him. "Conan-kun, this one's for you." She informed. Conan suppressed a sigh and took the envelope from her-pausing as he stared at the return address. It was fake. Who would send a known child mail from a fake address? There was nothing alarming about the address-no key words which meant there was was no clue as to who it was from. He checked the letter over carefully, being discrete as he looked it over for traps-nothing that stood out so he chanced opening it.

Carefully, he pulled the letter out and unfolded it, frowning heavily. There wasn't anything written on the paper except one thing: '48 hours.' That wasn't what concerned the little detective though, it was that someone had written it in blood. About the time he was opened his mouth to tell Ran to call the police, 'Conan's' Phone went off and he accepted the call. He checked to make sure that Ran wasn't watching and slipped away to give the call his full attention-did it have anything to do that threatening letter? Written in blood, it couldn't be anything but a threat.

"Conan-kun!" The voice on the other end gave him pause-he knew the voice, he just didn't realise this person had his number. "I procured your number from Nakamori-kiebu, I hope that's alright. Can we meet?" The somewhat sugary tone of Hakuba Saguru asked. He froze on the steps of the agency. Why would Hakuba want to meet with him?

"Mm, that's fine-I can meet with you after school, okay?" He offered in his own sugary sweet tone of voice.

"No," Hakuba denied. "I need you to come to Nakamori's office, immediately." Conan's eyes narrowed sharply at that-so this did have to do with that letter? It was too much to be a coincidence. What's more, this had to do with Kid. He supposed that wasn't too unexpected though-considering he was fairly well known as the 'kid-killer' per the media and someone that obviously didn't speak much english.

"Sure. Should I tell Ojisan?" He questioned. Hakuba was silent a moment-no doubt he was holding his hand over the transceiver.

"Yes, please bring Mouri-san with you." Hakuba finally voiced. The fact that Hakuba and presumably Nakamori were requesting for Kogoro to come along said a lot about the situation-especially since Kogoro and Nakamori did not get along well. He clicked the phone off and stepped back in, moving passed the table and over to the room he shared with Kogoro.

"Ne, Ojisan!" He called happily as Kogoro seemed to just be finishing getting dressed.

"Hm?" The still groggy detective asked. Conan held up the note for him to see. Kogoro grumbled something under his breath but his tone changed immediately upon seeing the note. He took it from Conan and studied it carefully. "Where did you get this?"

"It was mailed to me." He offered in the same child-like tones. "Actually Ojisan, Hakuba-niichan called me-he wants you and me to go to Nakamori-keibu's office." The look on Kogoro's face was stoic and he nodded.

"Tell Ran that she's coming with us-if someone is targeting those close to me then I don't want her left alone." He reasoned. Shinichi couldn't argue the sentiment-considering the letter had been addressed to him he had a strong feeling that he was meant to be the target but it was best not to put Ran at risk.

An hour later they were sitting in the conference room usually reserved for Kid heists discussions with Hakuba and Nakamori-weird that there was no one else sitting in on this meeting. There was something about both of them. Nakamori seemed more stressed than normal and Hakuba was pacing-coursing with negative energy.

"Is there… something wrong?" Conan chanced asking. Nakamori and Hakuba both looked at eachother and the half-British detective let out a sigh.

"What I have to say is… sensitive." He stated, pulling a letter out of his pocket. "This morning, I received a note in the mail demanding me to-" He swallowed. "-Well…. In forty eight hours-now forty six hours and forty eight minutes I-" He couldn't get the words out and Shinichi's mind flashed back to the letter he'd gotten that morning-it coincided with the time limit he'd been given.

Whatever it was that Hakuba had been told do in those forty eight hours wasn't something he wanted to do-that much was obvious. Nakamori let out a sigh and then moved over to the teen, giving his shoulder a quick squeeze.

"Hakuba-kun is being ordered to kill Conan-kun in exchange for my daughter."