Chapter 1 Dr. Agasa's POV

With all the things that have been going on lately with Conan/Jimmy I have been unable to do any of my normal experiments. The only people that I know who are happy about this other than Jimmy would be my insurance agency. At the moment that Jimmy had called me with the most bizarre request that he had ever given me I was busy trying to figure out another new invention that would help Jimmy to capture criminals that wasn't triggered by a dial that could easily be bumped out of the off position. I was thinking some sort of new trigger for his shoes that used the adrenaline that was always present when he was getting close to solving a case. But this call ruined my chances of ever starting the building of any kind of devise like that.

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"Hello?" I said.

"Doc, ya GOTTA help me," yelled the panicked little Jimmy (I still call him Jimmy because that's his real name) over the phone.

"What, have the men in black found out about your location!" I almost shrieked.

"No. Worse. The school is having the annual hearing and eye test and I don't really need the glasses and if they find out then I'll have to stop wearing them and I'll look identical to my seven year old self and I DO NOT want that to happen," Jimmy rambled crazily.

"Where are you anyway? Because if you are at Rachel's I have to tell you to try and be a lot quieter."

"I am out side in the phone booth so that I can't be heard easily."

"And what am I going to do to stop you from being found out?"

"Find some sort of compound that will make me have to have the same prescription as my dad so we can just switch the lenses back and whose effects are either temporary or reversible or permanent I, don't really care."

"Jimmy did the poison shrink your brain as well as shrink your body?"

"Doc, PLEASE HELP ME!"

"Fine, I'll try to find some thing. How much time do I have?"

"Two weeks."

"Good that should be enough time for me to whip something up and an antidote to go with it."

"THANK YOU DOC!" screeched the teen detective CLICK. and he hung up.

There went my evening and the rest of my evenings for the next two weeks. At least I might get to blow something up on "accident". This one might actually turn out to be fun. Now to find out some compounds that might impair a persons sight pretty badly (Booker Kudo's sight is about 20/ 180). Wow, Jimmy is not very original when it comes to the glasses thing but at least this little endeavor will be fairly cheap. Well not my insurance bill from the party I plan to have afterwards but at least I won't have to pay for a new pair of glasses for him.

That night I spent at least three hours researching compounds the compounds that were needed and another two gathering supplies and random sticks of dynamite so that I can blow SOMETHING up afterwards. Only when I finished the researching and gathering did I start to think about what I just got myself into. Luckily I was too tired to delve to deeply into that thought before I found myself flat on my back on the couch heading towards dreamland.

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As soon as I got up and ate breakfast, I began working on the substance that I hoped would be the one that Jimmy wanted. This process of staying up late and getting up early continued until I had created several versions that I hope would work with out any side effects. I diluted them a lot before calling Jimmy over to try it out on him. He had called while I was eating breakfast one morning to volunteer himself as a test subject for the new compound. I had decided that it would probably be best if I had at least four different versions of the compound to try on Jimmy just so if one didn't work as well as I had planned I would have a backup.

When Jimmy arrived I had the one that I believed would work the best prepared and I was as ready to do this as I would ever get. I had also gotten out some pain killers incase the compounds would cause Jimmy any pain. Of all the experiments that I had done over the years I have to say that this has to be the most dangerous one because I didn't know if the chemicals would get into Jimmy's blood and cause damage to any other body organs other than his eyes which according to him was the desired result. I still think that he had suffered some brain damage when he was shrunk.

"Jimmy are you sure that you are going to want to go through with this?" I asked as soon as I answered the door.

"Yes I don't want any one realizing that I don't really need the glasses until after I change back," he said. "Besides at least this is somewhat easier than explaining why I have to wear these dorky glasses all the time even though I don't really need them."

"Jimmy you have lost it."

"Well are we going to do this or not?"

"Yes and I might warn you that I don't know if this first one will work or not but in three hours it should have worked its magic. Now I do have some pain killers just in case your eyes should begin to sting after I put the drops in." I had decided to tell him so he shouldn't try to tough it out if he was to have some sort of pain. Jimmy is one of toughs kids who will not tell any one if they are feeling pain of any kind.

"Lets just get this over with!" Jimmy yelled exasperated.

"Fine take off your glasses and tip your head back. Good. Now I need you to blink until your eyes stop watering so badly."

Remarkably he followed my directions for once without a snide remark. After one hour or so he told me that his eyes were starting to ache. I gave him one of the pain killers and within thirty minutes he was feeling better but he felt a bit drowsy so I told him to go to the study and lay on the sofa that I had in there. I took his glasses so that I could update them and so I could replace the lenses.

Two hours later I heard some movement upstairs and I assumed Jimmy was awake and was going to head back to my lab soon so that I could test his vision and make sure that I wouldn't need to get new lenses for him. It was another thirty minutes before I decided to actually go looking for him because he still hadn't gotten down stairs to the lab yet.

I found him in the utility closet battling a mop with a major black eye and three lumps on his head. He looked at me, squinted and asked if I was Dr. Agasa. I asked him what had happened and he said that he gotten lost, run into a door on the second floor, fallen down the stairs, wandered into the closet, and gotten stuck in the mop bucket. After I had finished laughing I handed him back his glasses.

The only thing that was truly bad about the day was the fact the little terd kicked me in the shins before he headed back to the Moore's. This will definitely be something I have to tell Booker about. Particularly the getting lost in my house and falling down the stairs.