There is a strong reference to the Metropolitan Police Detective Love Story 3: Volume 27, Files 4-6, also episodes 205-206.

I disclaim all characters, all of which belong to Gosho-sama!

-WARNING- This chapter contains kissing :D Also, I warn because Takagi is too damn sexy for all of our own goods! :3

I pull the hood down further over my eyes as I make my way down the steps exiting Shinagawa station. It's a nice summer evening and I can't help enjoying the light breeze. It's unfortunate that I am forced to conceal my face with this hooded sweater; I would have liked to feel the gentle gusts whip through my hair.

I grasp the handlebar tightly as I walk off the last step; my body is still stiff from the transformation. The re-growth of every body tissue and bone is quite an excruciating process. And somehow, through it all, the heart must keep beating…

I stop walking and briefly stand to look into a shop window, but the merchandise is not what interests me. I can see my reflection in the glass. I see a young woman, hood covering her eyes and a pair of boy's jeans hanging loosely from her small waist. I smile bitterly and at the same time she smiles bitterly right on back.

I continue to walk down the busy street. I picked Shinagawa for this very reason: the more people there are, the better I am concealed within their number.

Recently, I have been making some exceptional progress with the APTX antidote and thought it was time to test it before making any further alterations to the formula. I would have given this task to Kudo-kun, but my mind has been more wary of that since the last close call.

So, I decided that I myself would swallow the pill this time and take a little walk. I told Agasa-hakase that I was going out, but he does not know that I have returned to my 18 year-old self. I smirk as I look down at the baggy jeans; and Kudo's adult clothes were all I could find to wear.

I sigh outwardly. Despite the pain it feels good to be out in my normal body. My perspective has changed along with my size and it takes me a minute to recalibrate.

When I see a familiar row of toy dispensers, I once again halt my steps. Memories of the arson case come flooding to the front of my mind. I look up slightly and see the alleyway that leads to the now burned down warehouse. The place where he almost died, or at least one of them.

Despite the lack of people I decide to walk down the ally. I follow the maze along until I come to the spot where the warehouse once stood. I stop and think about how disoriented Takagi-keiji had looked as he appeared behind all of us at this very spot. Yes, I remember:

I remember his hard breathing and the blood running down his handsome face. He was filthy; covered in ash and dirt that had mixed in with his sweat. In his hand he held the window bars that he had been chained to with her father's handcuffs. I remember how weak and injured he sounded as he called out to her, almost desperately, before falling unconscious in her arms.

My teeth grind as I recall what my part in the aftermath had been. I had made some belittling comment about…what did I say again?

Oh yes; something about him wanting to die young because he had refused to act in the logical way and just break the damned cuffs.

But that is to be expected of him; he loves her so much after all. So much that he couldn't break her father's memento to save his own life. The fool…

What does he think?! That it would be easier on her to find her father's cuffs intact and attached to the remains of his burned body?! Anyone can reason that Satou-san would rather have a broken memory and an intact future.

However, in the end he had managed to secure both of those things for her. After a trip to the hospital he was just fine and Satou-san had her father's cuffs once again.

He spoils her…

I nearly jump as I hear a soft noise coming from across the clearing. Acting quickly I dart behind a stack of crates and survey the area. My breath hitches as I see the two people I had just been thinking about.

Now that I think about it, there was a red FD parked by the Kamen Yaiba toy dispensers.

Officers Satou and Takagi are standing at the entrance to one of the maze like pathways that leads into the clearing. I watch from my hiding spot as Takagi-kun looks around the clearing quickly.

"No one is here, not that I thought there would be anyone." I hear him say to his partner.

They are both dressed for work and I wonder if they are on an assignment. I can't tare my eyes off him, nor can I stop the blush spreading on my cheeks. I wonder if the antidote has anything to do with this odd reaction.

"That's good." She responds as she leans against the wall of another building. My eyes follow his every move as he steps closer to her. They are not on an assignment; they have most likely come here for some privacy.

And as far as they know, they have it.

I can see them clearly as they are straight ahead of me. They are just looking at each other shyly, there's only a foot between them.

"It's been two weeks since…since our kiss" Satou-keiji says blushing as she looks up at him.

Yes, two weeks since you and I both thought he had been shot to death…

He smiles and I can tell that his blush is even deeper than hers.

"Yeah…" He whispers back as he approaches her.

I watch intently as he cups her face and gently pins her body between him self and the wall. They simply stand like that as their breathing intensity increases in speed and sound.

Her eyes have fluttered shut and her lips have parted. His eyes widen before he regroups himself and leans in. I can't breathe as he hesitates a few centimeters from her lips. I know he's nervous.

Finally, his eyes close and he presses his lips to hers. The kiss is so gentle that I can tell their lips are barely touching. He pulls away slightly then switches the angle of his head before capturing her lips in his again. He moves a hand behind her neck and pulls her to him, deepening the kiss. She moans quietly as he starts to massage her mouth with his own slowly. He seems to be leading, I'm proud of him.

Their lips are no longer pressed together motionlessly as they were so innocently before.

The arm closest to me slinks up his chest and stops on his neck. As a response he deepens the kiss, pressing his lips much harder on hers.

Slowly, the exchange starts to become more passionate as they each start to conquer their fears. I keep my back pressed up flat against the pile of crates as I turn my head to watch, out of mere curiosity.

He has her pinned up further against the wall, one hand on the back of her neck and the other tangled in her hair. Both of her arms are wrapped around him and clutching his suit.

They pull away for air, but they keep their bodies close. My body temperature starts to rise as he leans in and licks her lips with his tongue. Instantly, they part again and he hesitantly slips it into her mouth.

I gasp at the same time she does from the intimate action. Curiosity…is that really why I'm still here? I wipe my forehead of sweat, most likely resulting from the effects of the antidote.

Or is it because I like seeing him like this?

I scoff at myself before my mind tries to come up with more excuses. Denial is a brittle shield that I consider beneath my sharp intellect.

Of course it's him. This is not curiosity, it is desire. I knew that the more I saw and interacted with him, the more I would want him.

This is fine. It is natural for people to want more of what gives them pleasure. I do not acknowledge my desire for him as a weakness but simply as a biological mechanism at work.

At the very most, it seems that simple contemplation of the idea has given way to a more pleasurable alternative. In this case, unhindered sexual attraction. As long as I can remain detached, I will allow my self this indulgence.

With this revised logic firmly in place I turn my head once again to watch the young couple. They break apart and he nuzzles her face affectionately.

"M-may I?" He asks, his voice shaking. I don't understand what he wants until he suggestively positions his watering mouth closer to her neck.

"Yes. Please." She moans weakly, and tilts her head to the side to better bare her neck for him. It's hard not to tremble as I watch him drag his swollen lips over her skin.

Suddenly, I feel a strong sense of jealousy as he starts to suck and nibble her neck while his hands roam all over her body.

She cries out, not used to such sensual pleasure. This was foreign ground for both of them.

My jealousy deepens as his hand grasps the collar of her shirt and pulls it away to better reveal her clavicle. I stifle a groan as his tongue traces the bone. I'm not surprised when she collapses, forcing him down on one knee to catch her.

He pulls her up into his arms and they stay like that as their breathing returns to normal.

"That was…really…fun." She says and he laughs into her neck. When her phone rang she quickly answered it. There was a brief conversation before she hung up. When she spoke she sounded disappointed.

"Damn, I have to go; mom needs me at home."

He nods understandingly and pulls her to him for one last kiss.

"Good night Wataru, I'll see you at work tomorrow.

"Yeah, night Sa-Miwako-san." He chokes as he struggles to correct himself.

She laughs and waves before walking away.

I wait for him to go but he doesn't leave. He's just looking up at the night sky, the moonlight shining down on him as he undoes the first couple of buttons on his shirt. I watch as he pulls the material away from his skin to cool himself down.

He jumps, startled, as I step out from behind the crates and approach him.

"Um, can I help you?" He says instinctively a hint of surprise in his voice.

This must be the emotion that Kudo felt at the school play when he chose to reveal himself. I couldn't even begin to understand why he had made such a dangerous decision.

Now I know how overwhelming that desire is.

I reach him and for a brief second I enjoy not having to strain my neck so much to look up into his face. He looks extremely caught off guard and a little embarrassed.

I throw my arms around his neck and viciously press my needing lips to his. Knowing I need to use the few seconds where he is too shocked to respond, I waste no time in prying his lips open and thrusting my tongue into the wet heat of his mouth.

I feel the hood fall back and I don't care. No one but the two of us is around. Aware that my time is nearly up, I soften the kiss, taking one last second to enjoy the sensation of his lips.

I pull away, my neutral expression meets his shocked face. I pull the hood back over my head and turn to leave.

"H-hey! Wait, ar-aren't you..!?"

I smile to my self and keep on walking. I move back into the shadows and quickly make my way back to Agasa's.

As I expected, he doesn't follow me.

I may have disappointed many, if not all of the readers with this chapter. While I hope that isn't the case, I completely understand if it is. If it makes anyone (especially hardcore Ai fans who may have found this chapter repulsive) feel better; just know that the last chapter will be more like the second. I hope that makes sense. If you're feeling put off, I suggest you read my responses to the previous reviewers for the reasons why this chapter happened the way it did.

Err, anyway, thank you to those who reviewed!

StargateNerd: I hope you liked this chapter. (I really hope so). Thanks for reviewing the first two chapters! I hope I'm not failing you! If you have any suggestions for the last chapter let me know.

Miaka Kiri: I know! Sadly I have many midterms and am not able to go on the cbox! I am only updating this because I have been bed ridden with the flu and needed to distract my self (with Takagi's sexieness). OH AND THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME THE CORRECT HONORIFIC FOR AGASA! I was too shy to ask how to spell it! And of course Takagi-keiji is awesome! He's a stud muffin! Hope you liked this chapter. If you don't no one will :)

Claude le noctambule: I was very, very glad to get your review. That is exactly what I wanted to achieve with portraying Ai. Hopefully I haven't destroyed everything I managed to achieve that you liked with chapter 3. The main point about Ai that I wanted to get across with this chapter is that she IS NOT a robot. She's a person who is capable of feeling strong emotions and wanting physical contact. Also, I take into account that Ai is well, deprived, and so may be more susceptible to desiring an exceptionally kind character like Takagi. That said, I hope you liked it, even if only a little.

Ytak: First of all just getting a review from you makes me feel cool. I hope you don't regret the fave. As I'd expect, you understood the main punch line right away. She does know that it will go no further. At the end of this chapter she knows that more than ever. This chapter was particularly difficult to write because the message I wanted to get across could not be so bluntly stated. I hope you got where I was going with this. The last chapter will be all about how 'it goes no further', I don't want to say anymore than that. Thanks for reviewing!