WHoop! More dc fics. all of the dc fics. A kogoro centered fic! MOURI FAMILY!

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The thing about having one teen daughter and one 6 year old freeloader (who had been here long enough for Kogoro already develop some kind of fatherly protection over the brat) is that he wasn't very trained for situations like the one he was currently in.

He had Conan standing by his legs, Ran cooking in the kitchen with some kind of sad look on her face and a very slow pace to her movements, and Kogoro couldn't be more concerned.

The thing about Ran is that he knew she bottled all her feelings up. If she was sad, she usually brushed off any questions by saying she was fine and smiling.

"Is Ran-neechan alright?" Conan asked quietly, looking up at Kogoro. Kogoro frowned, crossing his arms.

"Does she look alright?" Kogoro snapped a bit, crossing his arms and tapping his foot. "Something's obviously on her mind."

"What do you think it is?" Conan asked, ever the curious little brat.

Kogoro sighed, exasperated. If he knew he'd be doing something about it! Kogoro stood up. "Ran, How long until dinner is ready?" He asked, leaning into the kitchen.

"Huh?" Ran looked behind her, like she just noticed she wasn't the only person in the small home. "Oh…About 5 minutes?"

"Alright, Save my portion for later then. I'm going out." Kogoro said and turned on his heel, ignoring any questions asked by Ran or Conan. "I'll be back after dinner." He announced, putting on his jacket and shoes, leaving the room and not looking back at them.

Conan looked at Ran, who looked back at the food. Something about Kogoro leaving all of the sudden just made her look more sad.

"Ran-Neechan…Do you want some help?" Conan asked, standing in the kitchen doorway.

Ran shook her head. "I've got it handled, Conan. It's fine." She smiled weakly at him and continued with her cooking.

Conan stepped back and sat back down at the table, watching Ran with a worried look.

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Kogoro sighed, walking back to his agency that doubled as his home, a plastic bag in his hand. "Damn. I really should have eaten before I left at least…" Kogoro mumbled, his stomach growling. "Or at least brought a beer to drink…"

Though, Kogoro knew he shouldn't be drinking again. He had already had plenty today.

Walking up the stairs to his home, he pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. Most of the lights were off, a sure sign that the two living there had either resigned to their rooms, or by the tv.

Walking into the dining room that doubled as a living room, he found one of the pair of two. Conan had fallen asleep at the table, his face in a book.

Typical.

Kogoro eyed the time on the clock. It was 10:54, they had a much later dinner tonight. Kogoro noted that in his head, to remember for later. He had to start getting them out to earlier dinners, eating at 9:30 to 10 every night wasn't very good for them.

Putting the bag down on the table, he scooped up the 6 year old and carried him off to their shared room.

"Honestly, this brat should really learn to manage his time better…" Kogoro grumbled, and Conan stirred a bit. Kogoro froze up, eyeing Conan. He really didn't want this kid to wake up all of the sudden.

They weren't on the best of terms (Conan had even stated he doesn't trust him and gives him the biggest "what-the-fuck-even-are-you" looks half of the time.) and if this kid woke up and saw who was carrying him?

Well, that probably wouldn't end well.

Luckily, he made it to the room and managed to get Conan put into his bed and under the covers.

"Should really invest in trying to give that kid an actual room…" Kogoro left the room, flicking off the light and grabbing that bag off the table, then turning back around to get to Ran's room.

Her door was shut, but the light was on. He knocked on the door. "Ran? Oi, open up." He knocked again.

Ran opened the door and the look on her face broke Kogoro. She looked like a kicked puppy, and her eyes were red. She had been crying.

Kogoro frowned for a second, then looked away, holding out the bag to her. "Get some rest." Was all he said before turning around and going to the kitchen, walking quickly.

Ran blinked, shutting her door again. The bag was a bit heavy, and cold…Ran opened it and a little surprised laugh escaped her mouth.

Cookie dough ice cream and a spoon.

Ran sat back on her bed, smiling lightly. "Thanks, Dad." She muttered.

And with that, she cracked open the tub of ice cream and dug in.

Look forward to the next chapters!