An Alliance

Arrival of the West, British and Thief

Hello everyone!

It seems that I have more imagination when I was younger; because when I read this I was like "Did I really make this?"

Of course, I did, but I feel so old now. (,.,) Anyways enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any characters of KHR, DC, or MK. Just love the authors and their work that I decided to work on a fanfic about them in a crossover. No pictures belong to me, or the movies... just the OC if they appear in any of my stories.

Chapter 7: Arrival of the West, British, and Thief

"Shinichi, are you sure you should go?" Agasa asked for the hundredth time since Conan had entered his house. "What if it's all a trick!" Worry deeply laced into the words as he heard the gist of what had occurred at his school. Though he's glad that the teen detective has finally found a solid lead to the BO, after months of having no other leads, he didn't like the fact that the boy alliance himself with the mafia (as Ai explained in a monotone fashion). And the cover-story, if Ran called, that he is 'staying over for the holidays' did not help his fearful heart-rate.

"I'm going Hakase," the shrunken detective replied determinedly packing a set of his adult clothes and 'Conan's clothes within a small duffle-bag as instructed by Ai. "Besides, if anything happens, you would hear it next door."

"But that's the problem, Shinichi! I haven't seen anyone go into that house besides Subaru-kun!" he said back, recalling all the times he had been out of the house and windows watching from his second-floor windows. "And I doubt Subaru-kun has anyone going into the house without telling you! How do you expect people from the mafia to go in and out of the place without the notice of the neighbors and police?! It's impossible with the conspicuous suits they wear!"

"I think you are watching too many western movies with the kid's Hakase," Conan sweat-dropped as he tested the spare gadgets he was taking along.

"'Don't judge a person by their appearance', for all you know, the Vongola's probably in disguise when going around the area. And if they're caught, it's doubtful that anyone would expect them being part of the mafia," Ai said folding some of her own clothes into her bag, along with a few things that made Conan blink.

"Why are you taking those along, Haibara?" Conan asked seeing disks, USB drives, and labeled bottles of the trial APOXTIN go into the folds. "I doubt they have computers or a lab to let you work on them."

"It's just in case," Ai responded bluntly zipping up the top, closing the bag completely then taking a piece of paper from her table and handed it off to the quizzical older scientist as he took it. "This is a schedule of your diet plan while I'm away. So if I find out you have been eating extra I will notice." She narrowed her gaze at the belly before looking up into the disbelieving expression on the old man's face.

Conan smiled sympathetically as the professor wilted when the doorbell rung, drawing everyone's attention to the door. "Where you expecting visitor's?"

"No," Agasa frowned as another chime of the doorbell started again but this time followed by a familiar voice causing Conan to blink.

"Oi, Agasa-han, let me in already will ya'!"

Agasa hurried to the door, placing the paper onto the table face-down, followed by curious Conan, leaving Ai to sip on coffee as she sat on the sofa. With a fumble, the older professor unlocked the three locks on the door, opening to the smiling Osakan-detective, Hattori Heiji, and a duffle bag with his bagged shinai hanging off his shoulder.

"Hattori, what happened? Why are you here?" Conan asked in surprise watching his friend walk into the house, dropping the duffle bag and shinai on the side, as Agasa closed the door as well as eyeing the teen's quick crossing. An unexpected yelp came out from Conan's mouth when he's suddenly yanked up like a puppy and meeting Heiji's narrowed teal eyes.