Hello, this is just a random story that popped into my mind. I'm sorry that it's unbeta'ed. Please feel free to point out all the mistakes!

She found him on a rainy November midnight crumpled in a deserted corner not far from her home. His not so white clothes which formerly glowed of royalty and mysteries were stained with mud and other drying substances. His glider lay there broken, the metal robs sticking out of the fabric like eaten bird wings bones, leaving only the silver monocle his saving grace, which has taken damage of something hard instead of his eye.

Umbrella in one gloved hand she looked down at him, unconscious, beaten and broken winged, and felt like an entity much higher than her humble human form should be.

One moment and then two moments passed as she stood there, not quiet frozen for she knew what her decision would be, but simply staring at his face, a face which should not be his face.

A siren sounded loudly in the distance and startled her out of her empty contemplations. She put the umbrella down and heaved him up, then, considering the weight and her statue pulled out her cellphone and dialed Agasa's number. Rainy days and unconscious people may just be Agasa's forte.

Great, those kind of guys really are always trouble.

For two days he slept on, having only woken up once and mumbling a feverish where am I, in response she glanced up from the book she was reading before replying a Safe, go to sleep, and he fell asleep again.

The third day he awoke to find himself unbelievably thirsty and nearly fell out of bed trying to stand up, and not quiet succeeding, which caused a loud thump to resound all over the mansion. Oh shit, he chided himself, I seem to have fucked up greatly this time. He quickly held his breath and hid himself as good as he could in an unfamiliar room with nothing much in it. Well, at least I can still jump out of the window if necessary.

To his surprise no armed policemen came running around the corner, nor any nurse armed with giant needles.

Relieved and still very suspicious he stepped out of the room, of course looking right and left first before he did, and stopped in his tracks while descending the stairs as a feminine voice whose owner he could not see spoke to him.

"So you're awake."

He tensed and searched frantically in his memory for this particular voice, since his voice memory was perfect, but he just couldn't find a match. Gripping the railing tighter his palms started sweating, who is she? Where am I? Should I make a run for it? Logic told him to run and hide but his instinct told him to stay and watch whatever story he's going to see, unfold.

Hearing no reply the voice sighed.

"If you're thirsty, then don't stand there like an idiot and come 's water on the table and juice in the fridge."

Deciding to look down on logic this once and trust his gut, since it also saved him many times in the past, he went down the remaining stairs and finally saw the person the voice belonged to.

Familiar strawberry blond hair greeted him, though he could not place where he has seen it, and its owner sat on the sofa in the living room, her back to him, seeming to be read a book.

When he just stood there and stared and racking his brain to recall where he has seen this person, she turned her head to look at him with disinterested eyes, startling him again and said. "Well, if you want hot water, the kettle is beside the stove." And turned away to her book.

He simply nodded a simple and unsure uhn and went to the kettle as told. Cold water would not be good for his stomach right now. He filled the kettle, set it to boil and then leaned against the kitchen counter waiting for the water to boil, glancing at his host every possible second, unsure of what to do. But she never looked up from her book.

When he couldn't endure the silence any longer he, like a third class actor, what he really is not, cleared his throat, loudly. Knowing no other way to ensure her host? captor?'s attention he then spoke.

"Uhn, where am I?"

" In someone's kitchen."

She never looked up when speaking.

Ok, that one didn't work. Let's try again.

"Who are you?"

"The one who spared you from certain death." Or lifelong imprisonment.

"Ah, ok, thanks then..."

Right that moment the kettle started to sing and he nearly jumped at the suddenness.

"Cups are in the drawer above your head."

He poured himself a cup of hot water and took a sip, burning his tongue in the process, but the feeling of hot liquid warming his stomach soothed his nerves and made him more daring.

"How long have I been asleep?"

Still not looking at him, she replied. "Nearly three days."

Oh, that's kind of long...Guess I have to go back sometime soon.

Then his stomach rumbled, loudly and he blushed when she finally looked at him.

"Err, sorry?"

But she didn't really acknowledge his half-assed apology and stood up, after putting her book on the table. She walked towards him and he again, felt like a trapped animal waiting for....for what exactly he didn't know, and stopped right in front of the fridge. After pulling out plates with plastic wraps over them she went to the microwave and he felt like the idiot she called him.

"I'm warming up leftovers."

"Ah, thanks. Er, again."

God, he never felt so stupid in his entire life, but when she looked at him with that unnerving gaze he just couldn't do anything rational or normal and the fact that she saved his life...

She went back to reading as he devoured his first meal in three days, marveling at the wonders a full stomach can do. His confidence grew with the content in his stomach, and half through the meal he knew that there's nothing he should really fear now. After all, he's dealing with only one woman (though there could be companions hidden somewhere) and even God knew, he was The master of charming his way out of difficult situations. Even if this woman was kind of ....not creepy, ok maybe a bit, but different. Being in deep musings of how he could escape should the situation require he missed the quiet tilt of lips of his host, her long practiced sweet smile which masquerades the full out smirk.

"By the way, you are in Shinichi Kudou's house."

He choked.

Oh shit.