Hey, sequel's up. Bet y'all are happy to see this. Anyway, for those newbies, read my other story first. May the story begin!

Oh wait, disclaimer, duh.

DISCLAIMER : Kore wa watashi no anime to manga janai. Kore wa Aoyama Gosho-sama no anime to manga. (Translation : This is not my anime and manga. This is Master Aoyama Gosho's anime and manga.) (I think it's like that. I'm still a unknowledgeable teen after all.)

Episode 190 (Part 1)

"Ha-Haibara!" Conan made a strangled noise as he struggled to come to terms with the girl sitting on his hospital bed with a gun pointed at his face, ready to fire at any time.

"I'm sorry. It seems the cruel, black blood still circulates inside me." Haibara smirked almost evilly as she spoke. "Nani?" Conan asked quickly. "Ara, you don't understand? My identity has been discovered. By the men you call the Men In Black" Conan jerked in shock again. Outside, however, Ran was frowning. Black blood? Discovered identity? Men in black? Was she about to kill Shinichi?

Ran realized there was no time for stalling and prepared to knock down the ward door when her curiosity took over and she settled back down in front of the door to listen. Vermouth let out a breath she wasn't aware she had been holding. Tapping her earpiece, she listened in on the faux-children's conversation again.

"...Haido City Hotel where we, of course, crossed paths with them. I never imagined, even in my dreams, another member could've been there besides Pisco. From that member's testimony the organization began to suspect that I shrank from that drug. Finally, this morning, they discovered my location."

Vermouth's smile slid off her face, to be replaced by an emotionless grin. "So they knew?" she thought horrified. "Wait, then they would've..."

"I thought I'd be killed immediately, but... they told me that if I return to the organization, they'd dismiss my betrayal and pretend it never happened. The reason is...they want to continue the Apotoxin-4869 research that came to an abrupt halt from my absence." Haibara went on.

Ron gasped nearly audibly at this point. Vermouth swiftly took out a anesthetic needle meant for 'emergencies only'. This was something Angel need not know about.

In the ward, Conan's smirked as well, mimicking Haibara. "And so you came to kill me because I know about the organization's existence?" "Yes, that was the required condition for taking me back. Of course, both your parents and that young Osaka detective will be taken care of tomorrow. I'm sorry, Hakase is being held hostage." Ran gasped again, audibly this time.

Haibara pretended not to hear, intentfully keeping Conan's attention on her "Right now, all I can do is try to save him alone. But you should thank me. I'm letting you go first, so you won't have to see your dead parents' and friends' faces.

Conan held his breath, widened his almost-panicky eyes watching Haibara as she talked. Haibara's finger pulled back on the trigger. Vermouth, who had been listening ever so carefully, ran silently up to Ran, who was about to kick down the door, grabbed her and stabbed her with the anesthetic needle just as a gunshot sounded.

Ran fell to the ground, unconscious. She would remain as such for a couple of hours. Then, Vermouth leaned against the door, surprised at what she'd done to Angel, then remembered the gunshot. She readjusted her earpiece in time to hear "...would you do?"

"What?" Conan demanded, confused. "If there was another member at that party. If my whereabouts were discovered and Hakase taken hostage, I'd do exactly what I just did." Haibara walked to Conan's bedside table and dumped the roses into a cup, using it as a vase.

"Although if that really did happen, they'd probably just kill me and everyone else involved with me." Outside, Vermouth had just propped Angel against the wall and had dropped her earpiece, missing the last exchange.

"Oi, why are you here. really?" Conan asked, annoyed beyond compare. Haibara turned her head in surprise, as if her reasons were a clear as glass. "I came to help you put your foot down." she replied. "Put my foot down?" Conan ventured intrigued.

"You're being swayed by emotions. If you tell her about the organization..." "I guarantee you that she will also become one of their targets." Vermouth thought and Haibara said at the same time, though only Vermouth knew it." "Not on my life," Vermouth said to herself, hiding herself and Angel when a nurse walked by with a flashlight, checking for intruders.

"By 'her'... you mean Ran?" "Yes. She's certain of your true identity, no question. And since you think there's no way out this time... you want to relieve yourself by telling her about the organization and the drug." Conan's pupils widened at Haibara's perfectly accurate assumption, as did Vermouth.

"Why are you so surprised? When I came to visit you, I could tell just by looking at your face." Haibara turned away, saying "Since even I know, I'm pretty sure she must know too. She'd probably thinking, 'I wonder if he'll tell me about it soon?' " Outside, a certain actress had to cover her hostage's mouth to silence the sneeze that emerged.

"Oi, oi." Conan started to see where this conversation was leading. "There are three choice you can take." Haibara interjected. "Three?" Conan asked. "First, you go on coldly without telling her. Second, you can tell her the truth and hope that the organization never finds out your true identity."

By then, Conan was listening attentively to Haibara. "Finally, the third is... if you follow my plan to the letter."

"Huh? What plan?"

"Shh. Shut up and listen." Haibara leaned in close to Conan and whispered the plan in detail Halfway through, she stopped.

"I feel her very close by." She whispered urgently. Conan wore a confused look and tipped his head slightly, asking "Which 'her' this time?"

"'Anokata's favourite' her." Haibara visibly shivered. "Listen, if you get my plan, do as I say, to the letter, or it won't work. If you did not, make sure that you spend the night at Hakase's house the night before the festival where Ran is acting."

"Wait, how'd you know about Ran's acting?" "Duh, you spoke of it while I was in the vicinity."

"Aha, so I see little Angel has taken up some useful skills." Vermouth smiled. "Time to make my entrance..."

-Line Break-Don't Mind Me-

I know, it's a cliffy, right at the start, but bear with me. I'm stuck on how to write out Vermouth's entrance. Because, you know, Conan can't know her face yet, or her identity. So there's the question of the chapter.

Question : How should Vermouth make her entrance?

Give your answer/opinion. I don't mind, as long as you review. I plan on having this story out-review my other stories. So, if you'd please review. Pwetty pwease. Ja, LJ signing off.