The Black Fox (Shinichi X Reader)

Trick Room

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, everyone!  

Two notes before this chapter. 

First, did you know there's a word in English for throwing someone out a window? It's called defenestration! It's so weird we have a specific word for that XD

Second, remember I'm only as smart as google when it comes to real world stuff. If I mess up, I apologize.

Enjoy the story!

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"Are you absolutely sure everything is in place?" You asked, as you sifted through the pages of paper scattered across the table.

"Yeah." Conan nodded

"The pully outside the window?"

"Yep."

"What about the tripwire?"

"I set it up yesterday."

"And you followed my exact instructions?"

"Of course."

"Do you remember the week spots in the floor? We don't need you falling through."

"I made sure to memorize it all."

You sifted through the pages again. "Okay... okay, you did that. And that..."

Conan put a hand over yours. "It's going to be alright."

"M-maybe we should ask Kid to help..."

"You said you didn't want to put him in danger. If he gets hurt, he can't go to a hospital without risking getting caught. And you wouldn't let me call Hattori cause you said he should remain uninvolved with the Butcher."

"Yeah... you're right."

"We both have our phones, and we both have a tracker in our watches. If Haibara doesn't get a text from us every 15 minutes, she'll call the police and give them our locations."

"Right..." 

"If you aren't up to doing this, we can call it off right now." He offered.

"No. You're right. The longer we drag this out, the more control he has." You ran a hand down your face. "I think we're ready."

"Not quite. You haven't called Detective Sato yet."

"Oh... you're right." You pulled out one of your burner phones and took a steadying breath. Light, carefree, confident. You pulled your voice changing bow out of your pocket, held it to your lips, and pressed speed dial.

"Hello?"

"Good evening, Detective~" You hummed.

"Black Fox. I was beginning to wonder if you'd died."

You felt your throat tighten. Calm. You've set the stage. Take control. You mentally chided yourself. "Alas, I'm still alive and kicking."

"What do you want this time?"

"A favor."

"No chance."

"I don't need a favor. I'm doing you a favor." You continued, forcing the arrogant tone into your voice.

The line was silent for several moments. You could hear her whispering in the background. "What favor?"

"The Blood Rose Butcher."