Hello, this chapter is not written by me. It is written by my dear friend Uninspired Author. It's a fanficion of a fanfiction, and I'm very flattered that he took the time to write this. Enjoy, and go tell him what you think!!

The room she was working in was dimly lit, but her eyes had long adapted to the lack of light. There was no sound save for the pencil scraping against the paper. She was alone, but she had long learned to cope with that factor as well. The damn organization had forced her to do so.
Her watched beeped signaling another hour had passed. It was now two in the morning; somewhere in the back of her mind something reminded her to get some decent sleep. No urgent matters required her to stay awake and she was now accustomed with the time difference.
Still… the final results would appear within half an hour, so she reasoned it wouldn't hurt to stay up a bit longer. As she stood to stretch, her eyes caught sight of a book resting on top of one of the tables. Vaguely remembering one of her colleagues was carrying it earlier, she reached for it and skimmed the back.
It was an ordinary novel, but the specific genre had-no still did hold significance to her. The face of a smiling teenager around her age flashed. Moments later, the image of a boy who looked similar to the teenager resurfaced. 'Kudo-kun,' she thought wryly as she opened the book and began to flip through the pages out of sheer boredom, 'only you would leave this type of impression. I'm plagued to think of you whenever I see a mystery novel."
His presence didn't leave bad influences however. She found herself at ease when she stood beside him. She found a place where she belonged. She had found someone that understood her. She found that she could see the world through his eyes, even though there were disagreements. Most important of all however, she found an invaluable friend that she would give up everything and die for.
How long had it been since they had taken the antidote then brought down the organization? Not very long, but that portion of her life seemed so far away and almost out of reach. How long had it been since she ran away and made her way here? Two weeks.
The opening case in the story shook her, striking her like a hammering blow and she found herself recalling one particular case she had witnessed. One where the murder had been caused by something they weren't used to seeing. It wasn't one of spite, vengeance, or anger, but one caused by something else that wasn't entirely the killer's fault.
"What makes me different?"

That one question she asked made her realize something while her question began to develop itself into a conversation. Once he was left speechless, something began to dawn on her. He was changing as he peered through her view of the world. Kudo Shinichi was fading and Edogawa Conan was gradually becoming the dominant persona. Upon realizing this fact, she began to wonder if he noticed this change he was undergoing.
Aware that her influence (unlike his) wasn't going to lead up to anything but problems, she began to redouble her efforts in searching for an antidote. That point of her life was a blur, but she remembered working herself to the point where portions of her memories seemed to blur.
The only coherent thought that rang through her mind was that it needed to be done now. She needed to repair as much as possible from the damage she had done. She needed to stop the guilt that raced through her mind. She needed to move along with her life before she became too attached to him.
It was too late for the last goal however. He had become the closest person that lived in her heart after the death of his sister. If it were her choice, then she'd wish that Edogawa Conan would forever replace Kudo Shinichi. Then things could remain as it was: teasing him, helping the Shoen Tantei, and growing up with the Hakase. Sadly all good things needed to come to end and so on the day she finally completed the antidote, something inside her cracked. A horrible wrenching sensation coursed through her emotions. Her hands continued to shake as she balled her shrunken into fists.
When was the last time she had actually seen his face, regardless it being Kudo Shinichi or Edogawa Conan? Her question was answered within a second: After the fall of the Organization. He had been unconscious after he had taken a bullet from Ran. When was the last time they had talked? That question was pointless, since it was forever embedded in her memory.

'Shiho where are you?" came his relieved voice after the first few seconds of initial surprise. She took note of the fact that he was now referring to her by her real name.
She opened her mouth to give a straightforward answer, but at the very last second her old habits took over, "Why don't you figure it out Metantei-san?" It was easier to just hang up and run away from it all, but her conscious prevented her from pulling it off. Though she hadn't managed to work up the strength for a face-to-face goodbye, this was the next best thing.
"This isn't a game, do you know how worried I was? Ran told me you went home, but you weren't there and the Hakase said he hadn't seen you for several hours!"
"At the airport," she said after a moment. It was all she could manage before choking down a sob. She would not cry. She had told herself from the moment that the antidote was completed that she had nothing left. She should have been ready for this farewell.
"Wait, Shiho don't…!"
"Flight 427 will depart in five minutes. Please board the plane immediately."
, "I love you," it should have been stated powerfully. A bold and clear statement, but the emotional turmoil she was locked in reduced the three words to a feeble whisper. She didn't bother to wait for his response as she gently hung up.
A lone tear slid from her eye and down her cheek as she walked towards the key to a new life. There was no indication of sadness on Shiho Miyano's face when she boarded the plane, but once she was in her seat, the emotional dam cracked and she cried freely.

She had dropped all contact with him after that in fear that he would find her and promptly drag her back to Japan. She had promised to leave everything behind and start anew. She told herself it was best to leave behind the Shoen Tantei, the Hakase, and him.
Was he doing well now? Was he with Ran? Millions of questions raced through his mind, but had he forgiven her? Did he hate her? He wasn't as cruel as any of the Organization members, but his anger had scared her. His hatred for her during their first encounter left an impression on her. She would never ever cause those destructive emotions to rise again.
Her watch beeped signaling another hour had passed. She blinked finding it harder to keep them open. She really did need to get some sleep. The results were now clear and the experiment had taken longer than she had anticipated.
It was currently three in the morning, meaning that he was probably having dinner with Ran. As she sleepily placed everything back where they belonged she found herself regretting the choice she had made after everything that had been resolved. It was too late go back now though, and after all she'd be breaking her promise if she did. She'd never interfere with his life again.
The phone in the lab abruptly rang snapping Shiho out of her daze. Glaring at the ringing piece of machinery, her mind began to curse whoever was dim enough to call at this hour. Perhaps it was her colleague, he always knew she'd stay up late and was probably going to ask if the novel was there. Slowly, she trudged towards the phone casting another glare at it before picking it up.
"Hello?" she murmured warily. She had caught herself before she said it in a different language and changed it to English. She wasn't in Japan anymore. She wasn't with them anymore either.
There was no reply on the other end. Already having a minimal amount of sleep for the past few days, Shiho Miyano was not feeling utterly patient. "Baka," she muttered about to slam the phone forcefully down on the receiver before someone called her name. Her eyes widened in surprise and she was instantly awake.

Unable to suppress a smile or the tears she sat down anticipating another sleepless night.
She didn't care and she listened to the sound of his voice. She could survive another day without rest. The promise was no longer seemed to exist and she began to talk herself, while listening to the familiar, comforting voice of Kudo Shinichi.