Detective Conan AU

By: FunahoMisaki

(A/N: I own nothing and what if when Vermouth had hit Conan with his own knockout dart she reacted a little bit differently and this caused quite a few things to change? AU OOC)

Vermouth held Conan up by his arms gently as she kneeled down after knocking him out with his own wristwatch dart. For a second she looked ready to lean him against the car, but then her face softened up enough that even Haibara and Jodie noticed as she let the boy fall forward into her arms and rest against her ample chest.

"Good night baby." Vermouth said softly in English as she held him close to her chest with one arm and pulled out the gun in her ankle holster with her free hand. Jodie gaped at how gentle Vermouth was being with the knocked-out boy genius as she gave his forehead a small almost motherly kiss before cutting her eyes towards Haibara.

"And…welcome…" Vermouth continued still in English as she stood back up, Conan held to her chest with one hand supporting his head as if he were a sleeping baby while the blond pointed a gun right at Haibara's forehead.

"Sherry." Vermouth finished as she moved her other hand from on his head to on Conan's back as if to secure him against her chest even as she kept her gun aimed at the apparent little girl.

"Now Sherry. You've gone and ruined this baby's plan and he had been doing such a good job on his own. Why he nearly had me." Vermouth said even as she absently bounced Conan in her arms a bit. Haibara wasn't sure if her fever was making her hallucinate or what but she could swear that Vermouth was being maternal with Kudo-kun.

"Not to mention that you've made everything he's done for naught. This poor baby was risking his life trying to save you and you go and offer yourself up like this? Shame on you Sherry." Vermouth scolded the girl for this with a frown on her face. She honestly seemed disappointed in Sherry for what she had done to ruin Conan's well thought out and executed plan.

"I'm here. I'll let you kill me. Just…promise me that you won't hurt anyone else." Sherry finally said although she was panting a bit, her fever getting the best of her as she stared at the woman who haunted her nightmares.

"Aside from this FBI woman, of course." Vermouth said glancing at Jodie who was staring at the actress with a dark glare on her face.

"Then go ahead and kill me." Haibara said stepping forward even though she was obviously terrified, and then Conan moved slightly against Vermouth mumbling something under his breath that was lost in her jacket and chest. His mumbling and movement earned him Vermouth's complete attention in an instant, however. She only had eyes for the little boy resting against her chest.

"Hush now baby. It's alright. No one's going to hurt you." Vermouth quickly soothed the little boy in her arm as she pressed a tender kiss to his head, her voice and face instantly going soft as she stared at the boy in her arms who settled down when she began to rock him a bit while humming in her throat.

"That's a good little detective." Vermouth said pressing another kiss to his head as she smiled softly at him, resting her cheek on top of his head lightly as she adjusted her grip on him to be more comfortable for him.

"I swear my fever must be making me hallucinate." Haibara muttered to herself louder than strictly necessary while Vermouths face went cold as she stared back at Haibara again. Her attention diverted from the precious little bundle in her arms.

"Don't blame me for this Sherry. Blame your parents that started this experiment." Vermouth said as she got ready to fire the gun, only to pause when she heard the trunk of Jodie's car open.

"What?" Vermouth whipped around just as dumbstruck as the rest of them as Ran appeared from the trunk and jumped on top of the car, sliding over the top and the windshield as bullets from Calvados dinged off it near her feet.

"Stop Calvados!" Vermouth yelled and she sounded panicked as Ran jumped from the hood of the car and ran towards Haibara.

"Stop!" Vermouth yelled as bullets clipped the pavement underneath Ran's shoes. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion actually and Vermouth could hear her heart pounding in her ears.

"Didn't I tell you to stop!?" Vermouth yelled as she shot at Calvados to get him to stop firing at Ran. Vermouth quickly looked down at Conan and was relieved when he was still unconscious, curled up safely against her chest. The little one could sleep through anything couldn't he?

"Let go of the brown-haired girl." Vermouth said and she fired off several warning shots, making sure not to hit her Angel but they came close. Each time her Angel refused to release the girl.

Vermouth shook a little as her memories of being saved by her Angel that day in New York rose to the front of her mind. Finally, she couldn't contain the words she wanted to say anymore.

"Move it, Angel." Vermouth shouted, reverting to English by accident before there was a gunshot that grazed her arm deeply and distracted her.

Turning to glare at Jodie who had moved to where she couldn't be shot by the rifle, Vermouth made sure to keep Conan close protectively and block him from both Jodie's gun fire and Calvados' rifle with her own body.

"Put down your gun and the boy!" Jodie ordered causing Vermouth to glare darkly at her and tighten her grip on Conan possessively.

"I'm not letting you take my little detective away." Vermouth hissed her eyes narrowed dangerously at the FBI woman who looked very surprised at the way the ageless blond murderess was acting.

They both froze at the sound of footsteps coming towards them, making Vermouth smile slightly wickedly at Jodie who had paled slightly.

"Okay Calvados come out and take care of this FBI kitten. Just use the shotgun, it's your favorite after all." Vermouth said, believing that the footsteps belonged to her partner, while she didn't bother looking at Jodie anymore as she focused on the little boy in her arms.

Her little cool guy was still peacefully sleeping in her arms where he was the safest. If she hadn't been in America at the time that he was shrunk, she would have gone to him and immediately taken him in as her own to protect 'Conan' from the rest of the Organization. She didn't want anything to happen to her little Cool Guy after all. Nothing bad should happen to her Cool Guy or her Angel. She would protect at least one of them from everything and anything, and while her Angel was a Martial Arts champion… all her Cool Guy had to fall back on was his soccer playing skills. He couldn't solve all of the cases and his problems with violent people and killers just by kicking a soccer ball at them. But that was okay. He wouldn't need to find any other way of dealing with the killers and scum that he dealt with on a daily, if not multiple times a day, basis. That was what he had her for after all. She would never let any such scum try and lay a finger or hurt so much as a hair on her little Cool Guy's head.

She tensed and glared over her shoulder when she heard the voice of Rye…of the FBI rat Akai.

"Release the boy and surrender." Akai said aiming the shotgun he stole from Calvados at Vermouth who tensed further and made sure Conan was safely covered from the gunfire. Her bulletproof shirt would protect him since any bullets would have to go through the back layer, her body, and then the front layer before it reached him and by that time it would have lost its velocity if not gotten stuck in her body and jacket.

Both FBI agents were honestly astounded by the sheer protectiveness and righteous fury in her voice at what Akai told her to do as she held Conan closer, tighter to her chest and refusing to let even a strand of hair peek out to where they could see him.

"I refuse to hand over my little detective to you FBI dogs. He belongs safe with me not put into danger with bumbling idiots like you!"