Nightmare Drabble.

[1_truth]

When he opens his eyes he finds himself back at the agency, sleeping soundly on the couch. Someone has taken his glasses off as when he sat up he found they weren't on his face. It's dark and he has grope blindly in the dark before his fingers brush against the lenses. Had all that… just been a dream? Even returning to Mayfield? Or had Mayfield managed to nab in the middle of a dream and already had sent him back? He lets out a soft sigh and pushes his glasses back on his face.

It was a normal thing for him to fall asleep on the couch before the agency closed. He had the body of a seven year old so it was easy for him to burnout his energy if he'd had a busy day. What was unusual was for Ran not to wake him up to tell him they were going to bed. He would have appreciated if she had said something. No matter, he just clicks the flashlight on his watch and climbs off the couch-shocked to find something squishy underneath him before it registers-

"This is-!" He shines the flashlight down and lets out a cry of surprise, backing up from the cold and lifeless face that matches his exactly and tumbling onto the floor. No… this is a bad joke. It must be a bad joke. It can't be Kudo Shinichi considering Conan is Kudo Shinichi so that only leaves-

"K-Kido? Oi!" it might be pointless but he tries shaking the white clad thief anyway. He becomes aware of something warm seeping onto his hands and looks down to see they're stained with blood. "OI!" He shakes the thief harder and falls back to sit on his ankles, just staring at the lifeless body. "Y-You've gotta be kidding… KIDO! Oi! Open your eyes you worthless- OI!" He tries shaking him one more time, blood continuing to seep through the white tuxedo jacket. This… this can't happen. Kaitou Kid can't be-that's impossible.. isn't it? He'd never allow himself to be killed so easily. Pushing his personal thoughts aside, Shinichi moves to detective mode and reaches up to see if Kid has a pulse. He doesn't.

"Kuso!" How dare he! How dare that bastard-The nerve of him dying! Especially just sprawled on the floor of the agency like-wait a minute. Why is Kid's body laying on the agency floor? He shines the light on the thief's chest. He wasn't killed here-there's no way Shinichi would sleep through something like a gunshot. So why bring the body here? It couldn't possibly be… could it?

No… not them. If-if it is then Ran-! No.. it can't be them. They'd never do something this sloppy.

He gets to his feet and clicks the light off. If someone is lurking around the agency then it's better if Shinichi moves through the dark. He knows the office well enough that he doesn't really even need a light so he moves carefully over to the door and presses himself against the nearby wall to see if anyone's outside. Nothing, there's only silence outside so he chances pulling the door open just a little to get a good look outside. The coast is clear so he steps out on the landing. Better go wake up Occhan about this and check on Ran. He closes the door quietly and starts up the steps towards the living quarters.

"It's been awhile, Edogawa Conan." Someone suddenly grabbed his shoulder from behind in vice gripe as Shinichi's heart makes an uncomfortable lurch. No… it can't be. Not that voice-that voice belongs to- "No, Kudo Shinichi."

No… no, it can't-! The man yanks him up by his collar before covering his mouth tightly so all the noise Conan can make as he starts to desperately struggle is muffled. No… No, not him. This can't be happening. It can't be-! Very slowly, he shifts his gaze to look at the man that had grabbed him and confirms that it is Gin. It was the organization. They killed Kid… but why? They couldn't have-!

There's a scream somewhere upstairs and Shinichi starts to struggle harder. That was Ran!

"It time you learned what happens when you try and fool us. I want you to watch what becomes of everyone you care about."

"No!" Shincihi tries to cry out, his protest still muffled. This can't happen. How did they find out that was Kid? How did they find out his real-His question his answered quickly as a moment later Amuro, or Bourbon drags out a struggling Ran.

"Ran!" Shinichi tries again, struggling still harder but unable to do anything is such a worthlessly small body. Her eyes fall on him and she doesn't see Bourbon pulling out a gun and aiming it right at the back of her head. "Ran! RAN!"

There is a deafening gunshot.

"RAN!"