This is my second story of Detective Conan, so please, enjoy!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan, someone who's smarter than me does!!

It was an average Saturday morning at the Mouri Detective Office. Ran was sitting at the desk, her head supported by her hand, looking out the window. "Hey Conan,"

"Yes?"

"Do you think that Shinichi will come back?"

"Of course Ran, he's just in a huge case right now." He then thought, 'Whenever we don't have a case, Ran has thought about Shinichi, Shinichi, Shinichi. I really wish that I could grow back as Shinichi and go on as if this had never happened.' He then said, "Hey Ran, I'm going to Dr. Agasa's house, ok?"

"Sure Conan, I don't mind." Conan than just walked on his way, looking at the beautiful day. The birds were singing, this was definitely a spring day. Conan then walked into Dr. Agasa's house. He then said, "Hi doctor, hi Haibara."

"Why hello Shinichi, anything new?"

"No doc, Ran still wants to know where Shinichi is."

"Poor girl."

"I know," he then looked at Haibara, "Hey Haibara?"

"What Conan?"

"Any closer to the antidote?"

"Shinichi, what did I tell you yesterday."

"No."

"Exactly." Shinichi was sitting on the couch, playing sudoku just to kill the time. In the midst of this, the doorbell rang. Dr. Agasa opened the door and said, "Who is this? Oh hi little one how can I help you?"

"First off, I'm not a little kid, Heiji Hattori thank you very much. I came to see Shinichi or Conan, whichever he prefers." The doctor said, "Oh goodness, you've been shrunk!!"

"Uh, whatever you say doc." Shinichi stepped outside and looked at the little child who had claimed that he was Heiji Hattori, who was desperately in need of his assistance. Shinichi just nodded and said, "Doc, let him in."

"Whatever you say, Shinichi." He pointed at the chair, signaling Heiji to sit down.

"So, when did the Great Detective of the West become desperate for my help?"

"It's not funny, Kudou! I was freaking shrunk?"

"Were you drugged?"

"Yes, what does being drugged have to do with anything?"

"Uhh, that's how you get shrunken in the first place, baka!"

"Whatever, so what do I do?"

"First tell me the story of how this had happened."

"Well ok, here it is." Heiji Hattori was in the middle of a case at the Osaka inn. He started questioning Mr. Dako about his alibi. 'Mr. Dako, did you know the victim personally?'

'Yes, we were childhood friends. We were also business partners. I wouldn't know who would want to hurt Mr. Bikiru, he was so nice to be around.'

'Your alibi please.'

'I was with my wife at 2:00. We were watching the news to see what was happening in Japan.'

'I see, Ms. Arekawa, would you tell me what your relationship with the victim is?'

'Yes, I will. He was a good friend of mine, we had met in college.'

'What were you doing during the murder?'

'I was sleeping in my room.'

'Which floor is your room on?'

'The fifth.'

'Ms. Arekawa, explain to me how you heard the murder on the fifth floor when the crime had taken place on the second floor.'

'I didn't hear it, I had a call saying that he had died, and I had rushed to see what had happened.'

'Where's your cell phone?'

'It's in my room, I was too shocked to take it with me.'

'Ms. Arekawa, you don't have to hide it anymore. I know you had committed the murder of Shinhi Bikiru.'

'What? Even if I did do it, you don't have any proof.'

'But I do, look at where he was shot. He is 6'2" and you're only 5 feet tall. As you can see, the bullet wound is in the abdomen instead of the chest. The only way that could of happened is if the culprit was shorter than the victim.'

'Ha! That could have been anybody!'

'I could tell it was you, from the moment that you had walked into this room. You were wondering if Mr. Bikiru had died, instead of asking if something had happened.'

'Alright, I'll admit it. I killed Mr. Bikiru, but he deserved it!'

'Midoriko, how could you! He was like your older brother!'

'You don't know anything you buffoon, so back off! That man used to be my lover! He only used me so he could embezzle what was left of my money. I had spent ten grueling years working for what I had, and he came by and took what was rightfully mine. I killed him once and I will kill him again!' The police came, handcuffed her, and took her away. I then decided to surprise Kazuha and go do something. While I was walking down Jackia Street, someone pulled me into the alleyway. They pushed me down and said, 'You're a friend of that teen detective Shinichi Kudou, correct. Well, I'll make sure you'll meet him, in hell! He then opened my mouth and forced some drug down my throat. I had passed out because the pain was so excruciating, and my bones felt like melting, and then I came here, to see if I could get some assistance with this.' And that is the story of how I became a pint-sized squirt."

"Yea, now we can be best friends under the same roof." Shinichi said.

"Very funny Kudou, how do I get out of this form?"

"Hattori, you're new to the rules, but in a nutshell, you're going to have to wait for the antidote like everyone else." Haibara said.

"But I have a life!"

"Hello to Heiji, I want to tell Rachel how much I love her, and not worry her. But guess what? That ain't gonna happen now is it?" Shinichi said.

"No, not really. Man, this really sucks."

"It gets worse, trust me. Have you ever met the Junior Detective League?"

"No."

"Believe me, that is hell."

"It sounds like hell."

"So Heiji, since you're going to go to Teitan Elementary School, you're gonna have to come up with an alias. Think up of any name, but it can't be a real person." Shinichi said.

"Ok, how about Rishou Fukazawa."

"That sounds ok, then, I guess. Just wait until we go to school.

Ok, please R&R, and tell me what you like and don't like about the story.