Hello lovely readers! I apologize beforehand, I am new to this fandom, therefore I don't know if the characters are OOC or not. I hope not. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy. Reviews are appreciated.

It was 8:55 at night at the museum. It was in a great spot; right on the river on the edge of town and a forest, and many people came during the day to see the many wonders inside while enjoying the scenery. It was usually a quiet and fun place that many people enjoyed. This however drastically changed as soon as closing time rolled around.

All was quiet, for the moment. The museum was dark and unassuming. A completely normal night, except that it wasn't.

The clock struck nine. Not ten seconds later a bellow echoed throughout the exhibits.

"KID!"

For tonight was a Kaitou Kid heist.

First the thief came sprinting through the halls, smug grin on his face as he leaned into the stride, clutching the prized jewel in his hand as his shoes clicked against the tiled floor. A second later a loud boom echoed throughout the museum and the thief spared a breathless chuckle as another shout came from behind him, from one Nakamori Keibu.

"KID I will get you for this."

KID just laughed joyously, not even sparing the inspector a second thought; he had no doubt that he had been caught in the tripwire oil slick and smoke bomb trap. It wouldn't hold him for long however, just slow him down, but that was the least of his worries; he had another problem at tonight's heist.

A second later a young boy came racing from where the thief had come from, short legs not deterring him in the slightest as he dashed after the thief. Usually, letting such a young person enter a thief's heist would have caused multiple lawsuits, but KID wasn't an ordinary thief, and Edogawa Conan wasn't an ordinary boy.

KID smiled fondly as he caught sight of his favorite critic as he slid around a corner, heading for the stairs to the roof. Of course he didn't get caught in the trap he set; he was foolish for thinking otherwise. No matter, he would lose him soon.

The thief whirled into a closet and waited. Sure enough he heard the light pitter patter of footsteps rush past his hiding place, followed closely by the military stamp of the rest of the taskforce. KID grinned as he waited. Three…two…one. He flung the door open and sprayed sleeping gas in the face of the last guard. KID was changed into his disguise before the body hit the floor. An extra second and the body was in the closet and KID had caught up to the taskforce. He had researched which would be the least fit out of all the officers and planned to catch him unawares. It was a seamless transition and no one even noticed.

KID counted as he heard the bang of the door to the roof and pushed the button for the dummy and hang glider to fly off the roof. He had already prepared the note that said he had stolen the gem and put it on the roof. KID grinned inwardly; it was all going according to plan.

Conan threw the door open to the roof just to see the thief leap into freefall off the roof. Conan skidded to a stop as the rest of the taskforce came spilling out of the doorway. Nakamori Keibu, as soon as he saw the thief gliding away, yelled in frustration.

"Wait KID!"

Nakamori noticed a small note on the roof right in front of him. He picked it up, reading it aloud.

"I have stolen the Reward of Faith Sapphire. Kaitou KID"

Nakamori gritted his teeth, trying to think of the next move to make. The thief was flying toward the river, if he got his men in police cars they could possibly catch up.

Conan glanced around, his sharp eyes picking up the slightest details. The moon of course was full, giving quite a bit of light to observe his surroundings. Then he saw a flag across the river blowing and smirked. Nakamori Keibu was about to order his men to chase after the dummy when Conan pulled at his leg.

"Ne ne, how do hang gliders work? Don't you need the opposite wind to fly them?"

Nakamori Keibu looked down at the small child in surprise. This boy had something disconcerting about him. It always scared him a little how calm, cool, and right the boy always was about the thief, when Nakamori was busy running in circles. Nakamori glanced around and felt the wind blowing with the phantom thief, which meant…

"A decoy."

Conan nodded in satisfaction at the Inspector's deduction as he walked over to the wall. The roof had a ledge surrounding it; however it wasn't high, maybe two feet in height at most. Conan took a deep breath as he looked over the side, down three stories to the river below. Did the thief jump, or repel down? After finding no marks indicating as such, Conan placed his hand under his chin, thinking deeply. He reviewed the entire chase sequence, trying to remember if anything caught his attention. Wait a minute; did he hear the thief open the door to the roof? It wasn't exactly quiet and if the thief had been rushing, then he would have definitely slammed it open. Did that mean…?

A feeling washed over him, something familiar and even if he knew it wasn't hostile didn't mean he didn't stiffen. Yep, KID was still here and was watching him intently. Conan jerked around, trying to find the eyes, however all eyes were currently on Nakamori who was giving out orders. Conan smirked again. Ah a challenge. Just you wait Kaitou Kid. I will catch you.

KID shuddered inwardly as he almost got caught staring at his rival. He literally had looked at him for two seconds and the kid had flipped out. The boy had instincts like an animal. Seriously, who else is that paranoid? Well considering the nature of the boy and his problems dealing with criminals, of course his instincts would be top notch.

So Conan had noticed, and knew he was here. KID didn't know whether to smile or groan inwardly as Conan had pointed out the fact to the inspector about hang gliders. In one hand it foiled his escape plan, however, of course he had noticed. His favorite critic did nothing to disappoint him, and it made it all the harder to escape, but what was life without a little challenge?

KID was already thinking three steps ahead, counting his inventory in his mind as he kept one eye on the inspector and his peripheral on the tantei. The bespectacled brat was wandering among the officers, inspecting them individually with his gaze that could pick apart crime scenes without any effort. Poker face poker face Kaito chanted as he felt the eyes multiple times. He had to get away fast before the kid decided to pull out his monster soccer balls.

Conan slowly picked his way through the taskforce, looking each officer up and down. He wished sometimes that the thief wasn't so good at disguises. He honestly couldn't tell the difference unless KID slipped up somewhere, which was rare. Conan blinked as he started looking at shoes. The officers all had shoes, and they had all been caught up in the oil trap, which meant the one without oil would be…darn it they all did. KID was usually too good to overlook such a detail. But he refused to believe he was wrong. KID was still here, somewhere. Suddenly an officer caught his eye. Something was off, but he couldn't tell what it was. Why was this one different? Was it KID?

Conan sauntered closer, eyes travelling slowly from the shoes all the way to the chest, then he saw it. He smirked to himself and turned away. There was a bulge, slight but there, over the man's heart. Normally it was inconspicuous, except that Conan knew for a fact that was usually the place a certain phantom thief kept his card gun. Conan decided to wait until Nakamori finished with his little powwow before getting KID's attention.

KID was getting bored. Nakamori had been talking for five minutes at least, trying to split the men into groups to search the museum again for him. The sooner he left Conan the better because he was pretty sure he had already figured out which one he was. Kid was about to turn away to go do something else when he saw it. It was a split second, would have second guessed yourself if you saw it, but it was there and it filled KID with tension and fear. It was a red dot, from a sniper scope, right on Nakamori's arm.

KID swallowed thickly. He thought Snake wouldn't come to this heist. He had been to the one before this one, and had almost hit the thief. It was a pure miracle he had gotten away in one piece. Why was he here now? Was it because it was another large gem? Crap, and why was he sighting down the sniper scope at Nakamori of all people? KID turned discreetly to look, trying to spy the source of the light. There, three buildings over, a glint of light from the scope. Kid turned back just in time to see the red dot appear again, this time on Nakamori's forehead.

All thoughts except three flew out of KID's mind as he took a step. The first was he couldn't let Aoko cry. She had already lost her mother, and the thought of her sobbing as she cradled her father's corpse made Kaito want to kill himself for causing that. The second was that Snake would not take another father figure from him. Nakamori Keibu had treated him like his own son, inviting him to dinner and taking care of him in the absence of his own father, not to mention being his longest critic. No he would not let it happen again. The third thought was that no one got hurt at a KID heist.

Another step and KID yelled, in his own voice, urgency making the warning harsh against the quiet night.

"Nakamori Keibu!"

All officers turned to look at him but he didn't care. His only focus was to be there, to make it in time. Another step and he was finally in front of the officer, in between him and the gun that was pointed at him. It wasn't enough. He had to be completely safe. He had to shield him completely. Then he heard the crack of the gunshot.

Kaito let his poker face fall for a split second in fear as he dove forward, sheltering the inspector with his own body. Please let me make it. Please let my luck hold out. Then something punched into his back, right around his kidney area that knocked the breath out him. Thank God he chose a guard with armor to protect against bullets. He felt ribs buckle and snap, but no blood. That was good, he could work with that.

He was up in a half a second. Time was moving so slowly. It hadn't even been two seconds since the bullet split the night. KID made eye contact with his first reliable ally, knowing that he was prepared for anything, and would be able to guess his plan as well as react as fast as he could. Conan had been surveying the buildings behind the scene but as soon as he felt the gaze he turned. Conan stared at him with wide eyes, disbelieving, and he jumped when he noticed KID staring at him. Please Tantei-kun, get the message. Please understand.

KID whipped out his card gun. Comprehension showed on the detective's face as he knelt, fiddling with his shoes. KID waited another split second before he fired straight at the sniper. The card would never reach, it was too flimsy and the distance was too far, however almost simultaneously a blue and golden sparking blur followed, right toward the sniper. It sped through the sky like a comet, leaving a trail. KID grinned knowing the sniper had a nasty surprise to the face; he knew what those soccer balls could do and it wasn't pleasant. Suddenly another shot permeated the air.

KID let out a small gasp as something blew through his left shoulder like a hot poker. Instantly his arm was covered in blood and he raised his right hand to try and stifle it. Crap he still needed to escape. His breathing picked up and he moaned quietly as the pain throbbed throughout his entire body. This was bad, no this was beyond bad. He stepped back. All of the taskforce members were shouting about something but it was muffled and hard to tell. KID blinked multiple times. Why was it going dark? What was happening? All he knew was that he needed to get out of there. No hospitals. He needed to find Jii. He took another step back and another, staggering as his vision spun. Just…get…away.

Something hit the back of his knees, and the last thing he saw before darkness filled his vision was a familiar cowlick of hair and striking sapphire eyes open in horror.

Conan didn't know what happened. One minute he was about to catch KID and then all chaos had broken loose. He had been a little behind the inspector watching KID discreetly, hoping to get more concrete evidence against the thief, when he had seen KID's eyes focus on something. Conan blinked in surprise. Something was off.

Then KID had leapt forward in front of Nakamori Keibu, and with his own voice had shouted a warning. By then Conan was already moving. This wasn't planned, this wasn't a prank. Something was definitely wrong for the thief to blow his cover like that.

That's when the gun went off.

Conan blanched at the unnaturalness of it. A real gun at a KID heist was like finding a snowball in a desert; impossible. No one dared violate the rule of nonviolence. No police, no detective, and definitely not the thief. Conan managed to see the bullet hit the thief and the slight spasm that he gave before turning toward the buildings, looking with his glasses, using the binocular function, searching desperately. Where was the sniper?

Suddenly he felt it again. KID was looking at him, trying to get his attention. Conan turned back to the thief. By now the taskforce was yelling in shock and trying to pinpoint the sniper's location as well, but none of that mattered. It was only Conan and KID in this moment.

The look on the thief's face, disguised as it was, was frantic, and yet held a level of trust. He was trying to convey a message. Conan blinked, his overly active mind trying to figure out the problem, when KID pulled out his gun. Oh. Kid knew where the sniper was. A card couldn't reach that far. A soccer ball could.

Conan hurriedly flipped the switch on his shoes and already had the ball out of his belt. KID trusted him to get the culprit, and he would. How dare this person mess up a KID heist? Conan watched the card fly, and calculated the trajectory, even after the card fluttered away in the wind. He saw the scope glinting in the moonlight and put an extra emphasis in his kick, shooting the ball forward in a streak of color. As soon as he shot he raced to Nakamori's side. The inspector hadn't moved since the whole ordeal began and was still sitting on the ground in shock. Conan shook the inspector's arm.

"Nakamori Keibu! There is a sniper, you need to arrest him! I just knocked him out. He's on that building, but you need to hurry."

Conan needed to get the taskforce occupied by this new criminal, because honestly was there really a competition between the Moonlight Magician and highly dangerous sniper that tried to shoot a police officer? He needed to get them away so KID could escape and to arrest the man that dared muck up the evening.

Nakamori jumped out of his trance, bellowing orders to his men to get to that rooftop now. This was a different timbre though; this tone was filled with fear and anger, instead of just mild annoyance that he previously held during the heist. The taskforce was already moving out the door in a dead sprint; it seemed that they shared Conan's sentiment about KID's heists being off limits to real guns. Not to mention, they had tried to kill one of their own, and the police were protective of their own.

Conan turned to look at KID, who had been forgotten in all the chaos and froze. The thief was dangerously close to the ledge overlooking the river, and was clutching his shoulder, eyes unfocused as he stared at the ground. Conan's mouth dropped open as he noticed the copious amount of blood drenching the thief's uniform. Then he remembered hearing a second shot, but was too busy with Nakamori Keibu to truly register. Did the thief get shot again?

Conan saw it happen in his mind's eye a split second before it did as KID took another step back. He sprinted forward, hand outstretched, reaching uselessly as the phantom thief hit the barrier on the roof between ground and open air. Conan shouted, trying to pull the thief back into full consciousness.

"KID!"

Conan watched, unable to look away as KID just crumpled, like a marionette with his strings cut, eyes rolling back as he tipped backwards over open water.

Conan was two steps away. No, not like this. This wasn't supposed to happen. A thought raced through his mind. What should he do? Call for help? Too far away. One step away. A flashback of all the times that KID had not hesitated to save his life. No, he was a detective. Detectives saved lives, even if they were annoying phantom thieves, who actually were flesh and blood too.

Conan didn't hesitate; he never did.

He gave an extra kick with his power shoes and dove head first off the building, still reaching for Kaitou KID.