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For Conan!

(Stolen from bakerstreet's 'handcuffed' meme)

Upon waking, Conan will find himself in some kind of musty storage room with the faintest scent of chloroform, still lingering on his face. The lighting keeps flickering every few moments and there are several sets of shelves lining the walls sparsely full of unmarked boxes. There's a layer of dust on just about everything and as he becomes more aware of his surroundings, he'll notice something on his wrist and something heavy attached to it.

When he looks, he'll find his friend Hattori laying on the floor next to him. There's a gash on his brow near his temple with dried blood smearing that area of his face and a few other visible injuries like he'd been in a fight. His knuckles are bruised and his bottom lip is split with a dark mark on the side of his jaw where he'd been struck with something. The dark skinned detective is almost perfectly still, giving the impression he was in even more dire shape than those minor injuries if it wasn't for the very subtle movement of his chest indicating breathing.

The oddest thing is the handcuffs that are attached to one of each of their wrists, holding them together. It looks like a very simple police grade cuff, but if Conan examines them they are solid without any cracks to show they open.

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“Let’s get the papers and then climb out the window. I think I can use the curtains to get down most of the way if you climb on my back.” He thought that might work. He’d be partially one handed climbing down but it was better than attempting to get out the front door. It was possible a better solution would present itself inside the room too.

When he got the okay from Conan that he was ready, he crept down the hall. He got to the door and scowled when it was locked. He patted his pockets and huffed. “They took my stuff. Do you have your pick?”

"Seems like it. I think all they took from me was the phone."

One of the few benefits of his appearance was how often he was underestimated.

He quickly extracts his lockpicks from his jacket pocket and passes them over to Hattori. Since his right hand was still free, he'd have an easier time using them.

Hattori said a quick thanks and within a few moments got the door open. Cautiously, he opened the door and checked inside. Giving Conan a nod, he opened the door wider and let them both inside.
He locked the door behind them as a precaution.

On the floor was some visible signs of a scuffle where they'd been attacked. Blood stained the carpet that was most likely Hattori's. On the desk was the dark skinned boy's wallet, keys, and the few other random items he kept in his pockets- all except the charm.

He cursed under his breath and looked around the room. He didn't prevent Conan from going for the paperwork, but he was distracted.

Conan had his priorities, and finding the evidence was currently at the top of the list. Fortunately the chain was just long enough to let him reach the desk drawers, and he quickly starts rummaging through them and collecting the papers they needed.

Eventually Hattori had to focus on the task at hand instead of looking for the elusive charm. Since they didn't both need to be gathering the documents, he started to plot a way out of there.

"Ku- er- Conan-kun," Hattori began, tripping over his name again. "Hurry up so I can get to work on those drapes. They're definitely thick enough for us to use as rope. We just need to be sure no one can see us when we crawl out of here."

"I've almost got them," Conan says distractedly. He pulls open the last desk drawer and grabs the last envelope he spots in it, then hastily stuffs all the papers into a sealed folder.

"Done! Can you see whether anyone is watching the courtyard?"

Once Conan was done and able to be moved from the desk, Hattori crept up to the window and peered out. He has been accused of being rash in the past but he took his time in this instance to make sure there wasn’t anyone who could see them.

Satisfied, he tugged hard on the drapes and found they weren’t cooperating. With a muttered curse, he tried crawling up the drape to get it down and it still wouldn’t budge. “I think this will still help us get far enough down I can jump.” He frowned remembering if he jumped, Conan jumped. There was no way to go first and catch his friend. “Or we can look for a knife or scissors.”

Conan peers up at the drapes and shakes his head.

"I have my elastic suspenders. They should be able to hold us both, if we can find somewhere to anchor them."

He uses his free hand to shrug out of his jacket, although the sleeve gets stuck on his right hand. He awkwardly attempts to unhook the suspenders from his belt left handed.

Hattori’s expression melted into a relieved grin at the reminder of Conan’s suspenders. “That’s perfect! If we hooked it to this... um... do you need a hand?”

He had started to point at hook meant to hold the drapes back to one side when he noticed Conan messing with his belt. Before the East Detective could get all macho and independent on him, he crouched and reached in to help unhook the suspenders. He snickered and ruffled Conan’s hair as he got back up.

Opening the window, he looked out again to make sure they were in the clear. Just as he did, heavy footsteps can be heard in the hallway and stop at the door of the study. “Hurry!” Hattori whispered.

That earns an irritated scowl, but they didn't have the time right now for anything more. (Although he promised himself to get Hattori back for the teasing later.)

He quickly slips the end of the suspenders into a loop and passes the other end up to Hattori.

"Tie it around something," he says urgently. "Then just get your foot in the loop and press the button."

Conan's expression only made Hattori shake with muffled laughter even harder. He really loved it when Conan made that face! Whatever retaliation he got later was worth it to make the very proud detective of the East pout like that.

All humor is pushed aside when things get serious again. Hattori doesn't hesitate to loop the suspenders around the hook and slip onto the window ledge. He puts the other end of the suspenders on his foot and then pulls Conan back into his arms. Just as he launches them into the air, they can hear something heavy hit the door and the sound of splintering. Only one or two more hits like that and the door would break.

Getting to the ground, Hattori hit the button again releasing the suspenders so they would release the hook. They just barely reach his hands before the door upstairs breaks open- something loud enough they can hear even from down below. Without setting Conan down, Hattori takes off running as fast as he can. He gets almost to the tree line of the forest surrounding the building when a few shots are fired in their direction. Hattori curses at their luck but doesn't stop running.

He goes for as long as he's able before his condition catches up to him. Stumbling, he narrowly avoids toppling over right on Conan- instead he twists and falls scratching up the side of his face and shoulder on some fallen tree branches. Conan is tossed ungracefully but onto the ground and not directly into the bramble (so a little better?). For a long moment, Hattori can't get up as the world spins around him and he groans painfully.

Conan knows better than to protest about being carried. Again. Better to get out of sight as fast as possible.

They very nearly made it. But just before they reach the treeline, Conan bites back a scream as he feels one of the bullets cut a deep furrow across his leg.

But there wasn't time to deal with it right now. Rather than draw attention to himself, Conan grits his teeth and endures the mad dash into the woods, as every jolt jostles the injury and sends spikes of pain through his leg. When Hattori finally tosses him on the ground, it is very nearly a relief.

He closes his eyes tightly, and breathes harshly as he tries to control the pain. And then he is rolling up the cuff of his pants and taking a look at the injury. From a glance, he could already tell that he needed to concoct some kind of pressure bandage to stop the bleeding.

When Hattori finds out, he was going to be beside himself for not protecting Conan better. His hope had been to get them both out of harm's way as fast as he possibly could would do the trick. He wasn't sure how much more he had in him given his physical condition.

As it was, he didn't notice Conan's pain as he laid fighting the urge to faint on the ground. There was a thin sheen of sweat on his brow and his fists kept tightening as he struggled, but otherwise had moved from where he landed. It took him a coupe of minutes before he got a hold of himself enough to become aware of his surroundings again and he noticed the smell of blood. It almost made him throw up, but he rolled over and looked at Conan. "Are you o- shit! What happened?"

"I got hit," Conan says bluntly as he busies himself ripping out the lining of his jacket for the material. It was cotton. It should work as a makeshift bandage.

He was in too much pain to worry about sugarcoating the situation. Not that he would have, anyway.

Hattori grunted in pain as he forced himself up. He crawled closer and helped with the bandage. "Sorry, Kudo-san." He'd tried. He knew his friend understood thing hadn't been his fault, but he hated that the small version of his buddy had been injured. Heck, he hated all of this! The concussion, the crazy cuffs that didn't have a latch, loosing his charm, getting captured.. it all sucked.

Suddenly, he remembered something Conan had used before that just might help them. "Your badge! Did they take your detective badge?"

Conan shakes his head. "They didn't take it, but I couldn't use it until now. It's no good when I can't get a signal out." He wraps the fabric around his injury, pulling it as tightly as he can before tying it off.

He casts a glance across both of their injuries and scrubs his forehead with his free hand.

"I have the feeling our options are running a little low." With this, he wouldn't be able to walk out of here. Hattori almost certainly had a concussion, and didn't look like he could push himself much further.

Haibara was never going to let him here the end of this.

"I'll try to get help, but it might take a while before anyone hears me. Keep an ear out for anyone coming after us?"

Finally, some good news! It didn't matter to him that they couldn't use the badge till now. The point was, they had a way to call for help! He could breathe a sigh of relief for that reason alone.

"Right. Tell them we're maybe half a mile northeast of the manor." It was his best estimate given how far and hard he'd ran, but he could be off quite a bit. It may have felt further than it really was. "Hopefully someone can get this hand cuff off of us."

After that, he managed to shut up and focus on listening for anyone coming after them. Twenty minutes later, Hattori gestured quickly for the two of them to lay low and stay quiet. Fortunately the forest was dark and the thugs looking for them seemed to be doing a pretty poor job of a thorough search. It wasn't too long before any sound coming from the band of men disappeared into the night again.

Conan busies himself trying to contact Haibara through the badge. There was a possibility that he'd reach one of the kid's first, but if he could get Haobara she'd be able to reach the professor faster.

Conan suspected that he was never going to hear the end of this from her, after having to actually call for help, but right now they were running out of options and really needed a pick up.

But it isn't until after the band of men disappear that he finally hears someone pick up their badge.

"Haibara," he says quietly, but urgently. "I need the professor to get the car and come pick us up. We're half a mile northeast of the manor."

"Huh, half a mile northeast of the manor," Haibara repeated mildly. "That wouldn't be the manor that you promised you wouldn't be going near would it? The one I said was too dangerous for you and Hattori to go to alone. It couldn't be that one."

Conan's back was to him, but he'd notice a weight on wrist. If he turned to look, Hattori was slumped against a tree trunk they were hiding beside and his eyes had fallen shut.

"Is this really the time to get into that?" he asks irritably. "Just get the professor. Hattori needs to get to a hospital." He is distracted by the sudden shift of weight, and quickly glances over.

"Hattori!" he says sharply. He quickly moves over and shakes his shoulder. "You can't sleep yet!"

Not letting people sleep after a concussion may be mostly superstition, but if Hattori fell asleep right now there wouldn't be any way to monitor his condition.

Haibara opened her mouth to continue to scold Conan when he said 'hospital'. With a sigh, she conceded. If the dark skinned detective really was in that bad of condition, then no, now wasn't the time. She'd just have to- oh wow, okay. It really wasn't the time if he was passing out!

She hurried to wake the professor.

Hattori groaned and tried to weakly swat Conan away. His head really hurt and he felt ill and Conan's voice seemed loud. What else could he complain about? He managed to open his eyes and give the young detective a grumpy look. "We have to wait for them to get here, why can't I nap?" He whined.

He was usually so much more logical and less cranky than how he was acting right now. This wasn't at all his finest hour.

Conan puts away the badge as he focuses his attention on the other detective.

"Because you have a concussion." With the way Hattori was behaving it was almost confirmed by now. He gives Hattori the look that kind of statement deserved. "Think, Hattori. Where is your logic? You know what that means."

It was literally painful having to do what Conan said- to think. It shouldn't be so obvious on his face either how hard the task was, but it was plain as Ran's smile was cheery. Think. Logic. He had a concussion. It was a superstition that people shouldn't sleep while having a concussion, but why tempt fate? Also, if he slept, who would be keeping an eye on Conan who was also injured.

Whoa. How had he forgotten about that? He sat up and felt a jolt of guilt go through him. He was supposed to be taking care of his partner and here he was being so selfish about his own condition. "I'm sorry, Kudo-san." He reached out to rub his face to wake up more and was reminded of their cuff. He looked down at it, alarmed that he'd momentarily forgotten about it. He didn't forget things. He had an eidetic memory! (Well, except calling Conan by the right now, he forgot that sometimes).

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine," he says grumpily. "I doubt I'll be able to walk on this, but this is as good as I can do without any other supplies."

At least the bleeding had slowed down. Now they just had to stay here and hope no one else came in this direction for the next few minutes.

"Haibara is getting the professor. We should have a ride out of here as soon as he can get over here."

Hattori had to laugh. Clearly it was Conan's turn to turn to be grumpy. And no, he didn't blame the Eastern Detective at all!

"Alright." He leaned over and- after blinking away stars- examined the bandage Conan had made. It was bleeding through. With a sigh, he started ripping up his shirt and added it as a second and third layer. He didn't need a shirt, it wasn't that cold out here! Brr. Besides, it was more important they get that bleeding to stop, than Hattori to be comfortable.

After that he tried to examine the cuff again, but it aggravated his headache. "What could possibly be the trick to this? It has to have an opening we're just not seeing. If we were someplace where we could put a match to it, the smoke would outline the break in the material."

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