For anyone confused about English names. . .

Characters:

Jimmy Kudo - Shinichi Kudo

Rachel Moore - Ran Morie

Mr. Moore - Mr. Morie

Amy - Ayumi

The doorknob wouldn't turn. Conan frowned, pulling back on the door and trying again. Oh, God, it's locked. Again he tried, giving the door a hefty push. Finally, panic took over and he rammed the door, his arm jamming against the wood.

"Arg."

He slumped down on the linoleum tiles.

He was the famous high school detective.

He fought evil organizations, solved closed-room murders, and chased down the infamous KID on the rooftops.

And he was trapped inside his own bathroom.

Maybe it was better if he could justify moping alone. It was Valentine's Day and he was the size of an eight year old. Not much to look forward to today. Then, again, without a book or even his cell (he left it on his bed) to kill time with, he really could only stew in his own misery.

Clack. Click.

Conan jerked around, surprised at the sudden noise. A gust of white flowed from the window and spilled gracefully into his restroom.

"K-KID!?"

KID's eyes widened, before he quickly composed himself. He gathered his cape in one hand and used the other to tip his top hat, "Sweet Valentines, little detective."

"What are you doing here?" Conan said, tilting his head suspiciously.

"Urm..." KID said calmly, scratching his cheek, "I'm doing... magic stuff."

"In Jimmy Kudo's bathroom?"

KID nodded, as though the matter was cleared up, "Uh-huh," he said, "What about you?"

"I'm – uh – just," he said, then thought what the heck, "Doing detective stuff."

KID lowered to Conan's height and looked him in the eye, "Today," he said, seriously, "Is not a good day for witty banter, is it?"

Conan smiled in spite of himself.

"Anyway," KID hopped up, "I have a mission to complete.

"I'm not letting you steal anything," Conan said.

"I just need to... look around here."

"It's not as though there are any jewels here, you know."

The thief's eyes unfocused, "You think..."

Conan stared at him with uncertainty.

Gaining his composer, KID breezed past Conan, to the door.

"Hey," Conan said, his arms crossed as he watched KID attempt to open the door.

"Is this locked...? From the outside?" KID spun around, "Why does it lock-?"

Conan interrupted, "How would I know?"

He actually did know. Since his parents were gone, when the doorknob broke, he had to install a new one himself. He was the genius detective who accidentally installed doorknobs backwards.

"How long have you been in here?"

"Couple minutes," he shrugged.

KID clicked his tongue, "We can't have that. Bathrooms are germ invested."

"Th-" Conan choked his words, as KID swept him up and dived out the window, like a hurried dove gathering berries.

Conan's heart dropped with each second he fell. The ground zipped towards him, and, yet, he was safe. He knew KID wouldn't drop him. Listening to the beat of KID's heart, he couldn't help enjoying the short fall.

KID's glider shot out moments from the ground and he landed lightly on his foot. He set down Conan and re-ejected the glider. He glanced around, then sighed.

"You're not going to let me in."

"Yes."

His gaze dropped to his pocket, "Could you-?" There was a pause. Conan didn't interrupt. Maybe it was just the chill night air, but KID's cheeks had turned rosy and he wouldn't look Conan in the eye. He pulled out a box, ". . . Give this to Detective Kudo? And don't tell him who it's from." He placed it in the shorter boy's hand before he could respond, the added, "Maybe I will find that jewel," and disappeared in a pink puff.

Conan blinked down at the object. What was that thief up to..? He probably should have just thrown it away, but his curiosity was too great. He opened it.

Chocolate?