Chapter: the invisible third

I beg your forbearance. This is my first FF and I hope you like it.
"---" = spoken
* --- * = thought
Here we go:

Conan is once again with Prof. Agasa and asked him, like countless times, for an antidote. "Please don't be so impatient. I'll think of something. For a change, hole up Ai, she's also worried. After all, she developed the poison that made you shrink!" He snapped at him. Conan leaves the house with his head hanging, thinking to himself: If I could just catch these damned men in black, steal the antidote from them and then become Shinichi Kudo again. I finally want to tell my beloved Ran what I feel for her. It's horrible to be with him every day and not be able to tell her that I love her with all my heart. *
He's so lost in himself, drowning his body in doubt, lovesickness and hatred of the gangsters who did this to him.Nor did he notice the professor who was stranded behind him, receiving an answer to his question that occurred to him at the last moment. "How is Ran? Hey, earth to Shinichi. How is Ran?" and I rarely call. I just fear for her life if I call too often. It hurts terribly not to be allowed to tell her that I'm with her, even if I can't be as Shinichi. * Oh, how much I would like to kiss her. *
Both look down on the floor until Agasa shouted: "Well, I better go in and keep researching. Keep your ears stiff, Shinichi." He directs his steps to the door and disappears into the house. Conan also makes his way back to the Moris. What nobody knew was that Ran was sitting behind a car during the conversation and overheard everything. Mute tears ran down her cheeks.* So Conan is Shinichi after all. But why did he never tell me anything about it * Actually, Ran had only come to Shinichi's villa to clean the keys. When she saw Conan and heard Professor Agasa calling "Shinichi" afterwards, she hid behind a car and listened. She thought to herself: * Well wait, I'll put you to the talk. *

That was the first part of my FF. I hope it will be read. Please write me a couple of clerks and tell me how you like them.
See you soon, your night ghost