The young woman sighed with relief as she filled in the last of her paperwork, white hair tied neatly out of the way. Last form signed, she stuck her fountain pen in her pony-tail and grinned cheekily. Sure, she was worried; it wasn't everyday supernaturally intelligent seven (soon to be eight) year olds called her from halfway across the world to ask for her help; but seriously? A chance to meet both her idols at the same time? Of course she was excited, even if it was marred by the reason they had to meet.

       She got up, papers in hand, shoving the sizeable stack into the startled face of the office aide as she practically bounced out of her office. She'd been planning on heading to Japan anyway; she had family over there; and had been perfectly fine with using up her month's holiday to do it, so she was practically ecstatic to get a call from the Edogowa boy.

    After all, due to the child's involvement with certain international crime syndicates, (she had a cousin in the FBI who sleep-talked in Latin. Sure, it was a dead language, but still! Any member of her side of the family could understand it. Yes, even her arrogant, foolish baby brother.) she was able to reclassify her trip to Japan from holiday time, to actual business. Which meant her little friends could come with her too. And the best bit was she got paid for it!

     FBI, CIA, PSB, Interpol.... the Edogowa boy had them all dancing to his tune already, even if Interpol only listened because they'd been threatened by world renowned mystery author Kudo Yuusaku. The young woman had only met the little boy once before, and she'd been terrified into awe. Her brother had slept through the whole flight, so obviously he'd never witnessed the whole spectacle.... but still.

       She still found it hard to believe that a mere seven year old child could outthink and corner ten armed men/women whilst simultaneously crash landing a half full jumbo jet on a derelict military base with everybody none the wiser save for his guardian Mouri Ran and herself. That wasn't the scary part though. The scary part was how he tore apart her half-truths and told her what exactly he thought she was doing. And gotten it spot on. (In her defence, she really had been training her peregrine falcon to follow short national flights instead of being crated in the cargo) (but seriously, how had the child gone from that to figuring out her occupation -both of them- and her nationality? Especially when she looked mostly Japanese and had a flawless osaakan accent?)

       Anyway, she bounced along the corridor, several of her colleagues plastering themselves to the wall as she breezed by cheerfully, well aware that something had gotten the Wolf in a mood for merciless pranks. Nobody could forget the time she'd reversed gravity in the labs because one of her assistant technicians told her she was wrong. Or the time she'd set up the glitter trap assault course for the rookies who'd laughed at her latest invention. Good lords, how did the boss put up with her?

        Sapphira white, for that was the young woman's name, was a terrifying genius in her own right, though she wasn't quite on the same level as Japan's Heisei-Holmes or Interpol's only non violent phantom thief. She was however, on par with her baby brother, who was quite famous up in London for his ability to solve nearly every crime he came across.

     As she packed her bags, ensuring her passport and other documents were safely hidden in her black fedora, she whistled an old, familiar tune from an old anime movie she'd watched with her cute baby brother -who was actually turning eighteen this year. Ack!- smiling warmly as her various pets appeared from wherever they'd hidden themselves.

        Hawthorne the peregrine falcon was first to arrive, as always, followed shortly by Amber and Silver, her two Bengal kittens. Sapphira had packed a full case by the time her other three pets arrived; two highly trained magician's doves called Blizzard and Snowflake and a young black colt named Mickey. The animals all looked at her adoringly in their various animal ways as she finished packing, the cats purring as they did their best to trip up their mistress.

       "Hawthorne?" The falcon perked up visibly and bobbed his head. "Remember that creepy little boy with big glasses?" Of course he did, he was much brighter that most humans gave him credit for. He screeched an affirmative. His mistress could not understand his language, but she understood him. "Good. I want you to fly to Tokyo, Japan. I'll meet you at The Sea-Foam's place. Take care of my doves, ok?" The falcon hopped onto her hand and pecked her wrist affectionately, staring at the two doves, who cooed back.

      "Snowflake, Blizzard? Go with Hawthorne. I have no desire to crate you again. Once was enough." The doves cooed cheekily, looking between themselves. They'd been Eggs when the Big Ugly Featherless saved them, or so Hawthorne told them, but that didn't mean they wouldn't dye bomb her if she crated them again. The two doves took flight after the bigger bird as he flew out the window, feeling safe from predators. It wasn't every dove who got their very own falcon bodyguard.

     Sapphira waited until the birds were long gone before addressing the rest of her little crew. "Mickey?" The colt nickered softly and shoved his nose in her arm to show he was listening. "You get to travel with me. Mother had an airplane specially converted for me so I could be with my bigger animals on flights. It's noisy and scary at first, but I'll be there with you. Ok?" The young horse snorted in agreement. He didn't know what an Airplane was yet, but by the way his human was talking, it sounded like one of those moving stables like the one was born in.

      "Amber, Silver. You're coming with me too. You know the drill." The two kittens meowed loudly, turning on each other and brawling playfully. Sapphira rolled her eyes. Those two were her youngest spy pets, so their excitement was often displayed as silly roughhousing still....

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         Sapphira looked up at the rather imposing structure before her, patting Mickey's withers soothingly as she rang the doorbell. It was Monday morning; a mere two days since her 'patient' was injured. The colt wickered and rested his head on her shoulder, just as the door opened to reveal a seven year old boy with neat dark brown hair and round, black glasses. She smiled down at him, and he nodded up at her.

"Come in White-san. He's upstairs. When you texted me to tell me you were bringing a friend, I thought you meant your falcon, not a young horse. Will he stay in the garden? No? Okay, just no messes please." The last bit was directed at the pony himself, though Sapphira had to wonder if the boy had actually understood Mickey or just made it up. He was still just a child after all.

Sapphira followed Conan into the house, Mickey clopping along closely behind. The little boy rounded on her as soon as the door was safely shut behind them, an icy blue fire in his far too mature eyes. "Kai-nii's upstairs, fifth door on the right. Before you go up there, Theres two things you need to know. Kai-nii's boyfriend, Hakuba Saguru is in the room with him, and.. ahh, my name isn't Edogowa Conan. It's Kudo Shinichi. I'll explain later. But Kai-nii really needs someone like you to look at his leg. Onegai?"

      Sapphira quirked an eyebrow at the miniature detective, mentally dancing with glee and fury. The Sea Foam was dating an international criminal? Was he insane? Wait, no, don't answer that. Of course he was, with the family he had. The only normal one was their father, and he  was a police superintendent, so even he was a little odd. Bloody hell, what would mother say?

Actually, she didn't want to know what mother would say. Mother was terrifying enough as it was in a good mood, let alone psycho-mama-bear mode.

She shook herself, following Conan up the stairs, smiling as the clip of hooves followed behind. She wondered briefly if Hawthorne and the doves had made it yet, but she had more pressing things to worry about.

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"I wonder if it's anyone you know, 'Ru." Kaito thought aloud, earning him a funny look from his boyfriend. Saguru made a face that suggested he dearly hoped not, though why the detective didn't like the idea, he didn't know.

"Highly unlikely. You know me. I don't have friends. And my family.... yeah, let's just hope not." Saguru mumbled nervously, trying and clearly failing to hide the discomfort at the thought of his family and lack of actual friends.

Kaito frowned. He knew Saguru had been... not all that popular with his peers back in England, but the poorly hidden reaction to his last comment... just how alone was Saguru really? Well, sure, he had Kaito, Aoko and keiko (where there was Aoko, There was Keiko. Those two were best friends, though Aoko still maintained the claim that Kaito was her best male friend.) but he didn't really have any other friends here in Japan.

But then, that's what you got for being smarter than the rest of your high-school class put together. (Not counting Aoko or himself of course.)

"Kai?" Kaito didn't hear him. Saguru stared at Kaito intently, watching the magician sharply, like a hawk. Something wasn't right. Saguru wasn't exactly sure, but Kaito's behaviour... seemed a little off suddenly. It really, really didn't help that Kaito had always been good at hiding adverse reactions to anything save fish, and spacing out just wasn't like him.

A knock at the door, followed by a politely hesitant voice asking to enter, tore Saguru from his mental tangent, voicing a confirmation to the question, before swearing rather colourfully in English as an all too familiar voice greeted him over Conan-kun's.

"Hi Sea Foam! Mother's gonna kill you, ya know." Oh good gods. Of all the English people Conan-kun knew, it just had to be her didn't it. Saguru placed his head firmly in his hand, sighing resignedly. Why? Why her? Why now?

The white haired young lady bounced into the room like an over excited puppy, freezing as she spotted the thief in the bed. "Conan-kun.... you failed to mention he had powers not unlike yours." Sapphira gently reprimanded, earning two very confused looks and one unimpressed one.

Conan grinned brightly, thoughts whirring a mile a minute. He'd suspected as much, but with no irrefutable proof, or anything but just some deeply set instinct about these things that had only developed after he'd sprouted wings the first time, he'd chalked it up to plain wistful thinking.

Saguru blinked, wondering when his sister had gotten even nuttier, (were that even possible?) then looked at Conan, who'd sprouted wings again. The detective wondered if he could do that as Kudo Shinichi too, or if it was a Conan-only ability. And woah, but that should not be a rational and valid question.

       Saguru watched his sister bounce right up to Kaito, flinging the covers back with no hesitation or shame. (And yes, Kaito was in nothing but his boxer shorts.) she made an odd sound in the back of her throat, almost as if she was growling, but then, Sapphira was always a bit odd in expressing herself, so she probably was growling.

      "Yeah, no." Saguru exchanged a worried look with Kaito, instantly picking up on the well hidden worry in the older girl's voice. "I'll do what I can here, Sea Foam. But the damage is worse than it looks. Conan?" The boy looked up at her expectantly, wings fluttering slightly despite the obvious injury. "You said he walked on it? How? It shouldn't have supported your weight, let alone Kid's. I can probably help him, but I'll need to make a call. I've left my more extensive kit on the plane."

    An indignant whinny made his sister wheel around and bounce over to the closed door, pulling the offending obstacle open to reveal a rather indignant looking young pony. How a pony could look indignant was beyond Saguru, but well... this was his sister's pet. "Sorry Moo." She cooed softly. Good God's, could she sound any sappier?