Heiji didn't know if he should be annoyed or amused. "Kudo," He said, looking at his friend who was lounging against the wall - he wondered how comfortable that was with the shackles digging into their wrists that were tied above their heads - looking bored. "ya doin' okay?"

Shinichi yawned. "Just fine."

"You don't look that worried," Kaito said, already out of his shackles and annoying Saguru by shuffling one of his ever present decks of cards.

"What's there to be worried about?"

Heiji was sure they all paused at that, staring at him funny. "We...We've been KIDNAPPED," Saguru said slowly, like he was explaining it to a child.

"And?"

"And? What 'And'? That should be enough to make you at least a LITTLE worried."

"Why?"

"How hard did dey hit yer head?" Heiji asked. "I get why Kuroba ain't worried, but yer treatin' dis like an...inconvenience. Like it happens all da time."

"It does."

Kaito stopped shuffling and frowned. "How many times have you been kidnapped?"

Shinichi yawned and shrugged. "Lost count." He rested the back of his head against the wall and stared up at the ceiling. "They'll probably let us go before too long. Or Megure will notice I'm gone again and have Professor Agasa track my location."

"Track your - WHY would he - HOW would he -" Saguru cut himself off with a frustrated sigh. "You have a TRACKER on you?"

Shinichi yawned again. "Some on me, at least one in me."

Heiji opened his mouth and then closed it again. He stared at his friend for a while before asking, "Da HELL Kudo?"

Shinichi shrugged. "Like I said - this happens a lot."

"Why are you so tired anyway?" Kaito asked after Shinichi yawned for the third time in just as many minutes.

Shinichi ignored the kidnapper who walked in and answered, "I was on a missing child case turned murder all last week. I didn't get any sleep." His stomach made a loud noise.

"Let me guess," Saguru said dryly, "You didn't eat much either."

"I had coffee," Shinichi answered.

"Coffee isn't food." Heiji didn't know if he should be surprised that their kidnapper was now in on the discussion happening. "When was the last time you ate solid food?"

Heiji snorted when Shinichi actually had to THINK about the answer. "When was the last time you got actual sleep?" Kaito was back ot shuffling his cards, and their kidnapper didn't seem to care.

Shinichi shrugged. "Megure had someone - Takagi, probably - drug my coffee on Sunday. Probably got at least two hours of sleep then."

Heiji was concerned. "An what day is it NOW?"

His friend furrowed his brows. "...Tuesday?"

"It's FRIDAY!"

"Oh."

It was surprisingly their kidnapper who snapped at that. "Oh? Not 'oh'! Who the hell doesn't sleep for FIVE DAYS and doesn't even remember to EAT?!"

Shinichi had the gall to point down at himself.

Their kidnapper let out a mix of a groan and a yell before storming out. He returned surprisingly fast with a few blankets and a pillow tossing them down before storming back out and coming in with some rice balls obviously from a convenience store.

Unwrapping one, he all but shoved it in Shinichi's mouth before he stared laying out the blankets and grumbling under his breath. When he was done, he unchained the blue eyed detective and forced the non-resisting detective into the bed. "You have to take care of yourself! You're supposed to be a HOSTAGE! What will the police think if they come and find you dead because you forgot to sleep and eat?!"

Heiji, Kaito, and Saguru all stared. Not because of what was happening - well SLIGHTLY because of what was happening - but because Shinichi was saying the exact same thing in a bored mimicry of their kidnapper. Sighing he said, "You're not the first kidnapper to tell me that."

Heiji shook his head. "An' ya don' find dat a PROBLEM?!"