Preface:

This is my first and probably last fanfiction for a long time. I hope the potential readers like it. I would like to briefly point out that in some places I deliberately made certain characters slightly ridiculous in order to loosen up the whole story a little. Comments would be nice, but they don't have to be.

The part that is included as a trial text is simply the first few lines because I didn't really know what to put in there, and as far as the genre is concerned ... Well, there is somehow so much that I didn't know what I was should choose.

Besides, I'm not very good at giving chapters appropriate names.
Oh yes, the whole thing takes place about a day after you saw Kir shoot at Shuichi ………….

Whatever


Have fun.


- rose







Chapter 1


* Secret FBI headquarters on the outskirts of Tokyo, center for the investigation against the Black Organization *



Rain ... .. It was raining all morning, as if the angels in heaven wanted to flood the world with their tears to show how full of misery and sadness it is ...
"How long do you want to stand there like this?" James asked while Jodie was still staring out into the rain. She still couldn't believe what a clear report had given her the day before. How could such a thing happen? Why did Shuichi get involved? He should have known it was a trap ...... and yet he was gone. Forever. “What?” Jodie startled out of her thoughts. "What did you say?" she asked confused. "I asked how long you want to stand there." James replied in a calming tone. "How about you get a coffee and go through these documents with me? I know that it hurts you to deal with this phone again. But there is a certain inconsistency that we have to deal with ......"Half an hour later…….


"WHAT THE?!" Jodie called as she checked the entries for the third time. How could such a thing happen? On the other hand, she told herself, it would explain a lot and raise new questions at the same time …… ..[i]Who did these other fingerprints belong to?[i]
She had already spent a quarter of an hour doing something that normally took no more than five minutes, all she had wanted to do was retrieve the file on Conan Edogawa from the database, but the database persistently refused to disclose the requested information. Jodie sighed ... "Tell me, James ..." she began hesitantly, she always hated to ask her manager such questions, "you don't happen to know if we have a worm in the system again, because someone might for some inexplicable reason has paralyzed the firewall for a short time? ......... of course without any malicious intent! " she added quickly so that her boss wouldn't get it wrong. He might be an absolute strategy genius, and also have absolutely sound specialist knowledge, but ......, she sighed again, .... he loved his computer games that ran so wonderfully on the work computers, and for which you unfortunately sometimes had to shut down the firewall (to get into the battlenet) ...... in this regard he was often like a small child.
"Uh ... ..no, not that I know of," James replied innocently. "What makes you think that?" he asked, who really had no idea. "I can't find the file on Conan Edogawa ..." muttered Jodie frustrated ……. She had really tried everything now. Well, what's the point, she thought. It's not that important either, I would have to find his file if I simply scan the fingerprints on the cell phone, all that's left is him, they can't belong to anyone other than a cool kid …….

Thought and done. 10 minutes later she had isolated the fingerprints, scanned them and was about to get the result on the screen …….impatiently she tapped her finger on the table ... until it finally got too stupid for her, and she went out again to get a coffee.

When Jodie finally returned to her desk (which was actually part of a hot-desk system) she had to find to her annoyance that someone had done something else on this computer in the meantime, because the file of Shinichi Kudo was suddenly found on the screen whether Conan's file should have been there. Extremely exasperated, she entered the commands again, and this time decided to stay in place so that something like this could not happen again ......



* Meanwhile, teitan elementary school *


* DING, DONG, DÄNG, DONG *

Big break.


Conan, Genta and Mitsuhiko are playing soccer, Ayumi stands on the edge and cheers Conan on, while Ai just sits there, as always, and reads a book.

You have no idea ... ..: no idea, do you? Ai thought as she watched Conan aka Shinichi over the edge of her book. Somehow she hated and loved such moments…. even if it made her feel kind of ridiculous. Here they were ... ..Two actually almost adult people shrunk by ten years, and back in elementary school. How ironic life could be. In the past she had often wished to be able to turn back time in the hope of having a different childhood, but she would never have dreamed that her dream would come true in such a macabre whiteness ... ... trapped in a body while at the same time she was completely protected / was defenseless, and at the same time absolutely safe. Hmm ..... part of her almost wished everything would stay the way it was now ... ..if she couldn't find a cure ... ..if she and Shinichi had to stay in those bodies, he could never be closed again Ran back and would ... yes, he would definitely come to her someday ... someday ...But she wouldn't do that. She owed him to find the cure, she knew that ... .. in a certain way even she was responsible for his predicament, and even if she knew that he would never reciprocate her feelings, she would still do her best , and then disappear forever ..........



* 200 meters away *


"Hey Gin, should I liquidate you now?" Vodka asked in his usual nasal tone. "No, you idiot!", Gin hissed and gave him a disapproving look, "And how often should I tell you not to watch so many thrillers, they spoil your whole pronunciation ...... liquidate ......" he spat the word contemptuously, "means nothing more than" liquefy ", if you want to put someone in drilling acid you can speak of liquidating from me, but otherwise I demand professionalism, is that clear?" at the last few words, Gin had drawn his pistol and held her vodka close to her skull. His eyes were so cold that you had the impression that icicles were sticking out of them, and any emotion other than hatred seemed to have been banished from his whole self .......... ..
Sometimes Vodka wondered how gin had become what it was today, but he never dared to ask because he was afraid that the look that Gin would throw at him would be the last thing he saw.

"But how can you be so sure it's sherry?" Vodka asked, trying not to show his nervousness. "Quite simply ... you remember how Kir killed our archenemy, Shuichi Akai, don't you?" Gin asked, and you could clearly see that it gave him satisfaction to remember Shuichi's pained face just before he died ……. even if gin normally never kept his victims in mind, he would never forget this picture ... .. it would send a cozy warm shiver down his spine on cold nights ... .. "Yes and on?" Vodka asked impatiently, who didn't quite understand why he should kill these children ... .. sure, he had killed many times and without hesitation, more times than he could remember, but he had never killed a child ... .. even he was frightened of that back…."Well, just before we lured Akai to this meeting, we finished the investigation ... you know ... .. that of the hair that we found its long overdue end back then as Pisco, found in the fireplace and in various other places have ....... well ... "He took a deep suction from the cigarette," It turned out that the cell age of one of these hairs ... .. was just 7 years ... "said Gin, not without a certain cold, amusement ... .

Vodka still didn't understand, but something told him it could be dangerous not to understand now ...
So instead he says, "Yeah, what do we do now? If I'm not supposed to shoot her now, what do we do?"
"We follow her ......" said with an evil grin ...