Okay, this is such a terrible time to start another fic especially when I have two more long ones to complete but as soon as I finished watching the Jet Black Mystery Train Episodes I couldn't help but ship Shiho and Bourbon!

But no one else ships this! Why :(

You guys they are so perfect. And Bourbon *sighs dreamily*

Hopefully, by the end of this fic, you'll all see the light ;)

(Bear in mind, I'm not exactly fully up to date, and I don't read the manga so sorry for any inaccuracies!)

Also, I have my SAT Test tomorrow you guys D:

Why do I always write fics at such inappropriate timings..

ALSOOOO. Can we please pretend that the characters do not know that Amuro is Bourbon yet! Let's just say that KID didn't fill Conan in on the encounter yet!

Chapter One:

I See You Not

"Excuse me?" Haibara didn't know what to do: shriek, wail, weep or even break out into fanatical, hysterical laughter at what she had just been told.

They - the Detective Boys, Ran, Sonoko, Sera and even Mouri- had just arrived at the Professor's house. (All of them, except for say Sonoko, persisted in checking on Haibara's health, to ensure she was feeling alright after being caught up in the smoke - no one had the heart to kick them all out.)

"I'm not sure I heard you correctly," frowned Haibara at Ran, who was looking rather sheepish.

"Ai-chan, I know you're feeling quite tired, but he'll only be here for a few days-"

"I don't understand how all of a sudden, his living premises are rendered unusable, and if so, why can't he just stay at yours?" She didn't care that she sounded so, for lack of better words, pissed. But she really wasn't in the mood for this.

Before Ran could answer, Kogoro replied haughtily, "Because, we already have one freeloader at our apartment," he directed an intense glare at Conan, "we don't need any more."

Haibara huffed, she didn't agree to this. Why is it all of a sudden that that apprentice guy cannot stay at his own house? She didn't like him. She didn't care that she'd never met him. But she did not like new people. That was that.

Then again, she was worried over that certain person across the street too.. but she was wrong about him, wasn't she? Sort of..

So maybe she has no reason to worry? She sighed.

"I-" she sighed again, "just, never mind. Okay. Do what you want." So so tired. Too tired. Without another word, Haibara walked out of the living room and into her room, ready to fall asleep.

Everyone stared after her, but whatever, she was exhausted enough as it is.

It was later that night that she'd heard the noises of feet and bags and other things being dragged rather dramatically across the hall, to an adjacent room. She woke up in quite a foul mood and was ready to get up and teach that guy a lesson about self-respect and being reticent in others' households when she realized, it was only 6pm.

Technically, he had the right to be as raucous as he wanted to; it wasn't exactly that late into the night.

Feeling rather thirsty, Haibara slid off the bed, opened the door and froze.

Th-that feeling. Something. Someone. From them. Oh, God. Could it be?

She collapsed onto her knees, clasped her head in her face, looked down and shut her eyes, shaking.

Nonononono-

"Is something the matter?" His voice was smooth, laced with eloquence, a hint of a smile ghosting across his face.

Haibara snapped her head up.

Her eyes widened.

So did his.

She saw him lick his lips, eyes still wide. Then his face relaxed, and he extended a hand to help her up. She didn't take it.

So he might be drop dead handsome but that didn't mean she didn't already hate the living daylights out of him; she ignored him and sauntered off. Could this get any worse?

Amuro stared after her, not quite believing his eyes.

Impossible..

He watched her for the rest of the evening, secretly of course. He watched her drinking water, watched her as she sat reading a fashion magazine, as she ate a little while later. He watched for so long he was worried her image would be carved into his brain as he slept. If he could, he probably would've watched her as she slept too, because he was just so undeniably fascinated by her... appearance.

To any other observer, he'd probably resemble a rather stalker-ish child molester, especially since he hadn't even showered or gotten a change of clothes. The Professor showed him around the house excitedly as the little girl slept, then retired with a tired yawn and a bag of chips (for some reason, hidden in his inner jacket pocket) to his room.

Amuro ran a hand through his hair; it was messy, his dress shirt was wrinkled and un-tucked in odd places. He was tired, his face was flushed, his eyes droopy. Yes, child molester indeed. But no, he wasn't that.

He was just a man on a mission that had found something rather fascinating to occupy his free time with.

Thoughts? ;)