For Conan!

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(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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Conan was silently judging Heiji. He'd known he wasn't up to his usual standards, but there was a difference between that, and getting into a kendo fight in that condition. If he'd know his condition was that bad, they could have figured out a different solution.

"Feeling any better?" he says dryly.

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Hattori shot Conan a scowling look before struggling to get back on his feet. “I’d like to see you try that with a concussion!” Or whatever was going on with him. Both possibilities could be making him sick depending on how much drugs he was given.

“Let’s hurry, someone had to have heard that gun go off.”

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Conan scowls right back. "You could have mentioned that you were that badly off. If we run into anything else I'm using a soccerball."

Relying on Hattori's kendo skills was too risky when he could barely walk.

He shakes his head, and attempts to help Hattori up. "Agreed. The sooner we get out of here the better."

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“Why? The brilliant Conan-kan can’t deduce it on his own?” He teased and held the wall for another moment before they could get moving. “And since when would you admit being bad off?”

Now wasn’t the time for this but it gave him something to focus on besides his splitting headache and nausea. “But I call dibs if we need to throw up on someone...” That was close enough to admitting he was really sick wasn’t it?

He scooped up the knocked out man’s gun and hurried as fast as Conan and him could go. He hated that Conan was faster than he was right now. They come to the stairs and about halfway up is a door. There are faint sounds further ahead of heavy footsteps.

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"We're not talking about me right now," Conan points out irritably. "Just try to keep from getting any worse." At the back of his mind was the sure knowledge that if Hattori got further injured and couldn't walk out of here, there was nothing he could do. He had no chance of getting him away from here on his own.

At the sound of footsteps, Conan bends over awkwardly and stretches his left hand around his right foot to reach the dial. He carefully turns it, then straightens up and allows his free right hand to hover just over the controls on his belt.

He nods at Hattori to signal he was ready.

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"I"m doing my best," he muttered under his breath. There was only so much he could do in his given situation. If he did get worse, it wouldn't be for a lack of effort trying to prevent it.

Hattori stood back and got ready to simply follow Conan with his movements so he didn't hinder his friend. It was difficult given the much smaller size of his companion, but he was determined not to mess this up.

Just at the top of their stairwell, the footsteps split off. Two sets of footsteps went the opposite direction and only one continued towards them. Just as a large, long haired man came into view, Hattori recognized him as one of the attackers from before.

The man had a gun and flashlight as he approached, not yet seeing them.

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They'd lucked out. It was technically possible to take out more than one person with a single soccerball, and Conan had pulled it off before. But it took a bit more work with calculating ricochets than he really had time for right now.

Instead, he simply kicks the soccerball directly into the man's face, achieving an instant knock-out.

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It was a perfect kick. Hattori almost wished it hadn’t been quite so spot on except this was benefiting both of them. He grumbled something about next time Conan gets the concussion while he gets to show off.

Instead of lingering though, he hurried as quickly as he could up the rest of the stairs. It wouldn’t be long before their escape was discovered. A hallway to the main floor opened up and he still moved quickly but more cautiously down it. He leaned down to Conan. “Is it worth trying to get those documents upstairs or think we can prove his guilt without it?”

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"Don't wish a concussion on me," Conan grumbles back at him. He runs after him, being half dragged up a few of the stairs when his short legs can't quite keep up.

He pauses a moment in thought. "I hate to say it, but we're going to need them if we want to prove the connection. Embezzlement is too difficult to prove without the evidence on hand. Especially when its a family member."

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Hattori stuck his tongue out at Conan playfully. Yes, even in a situation like this the Osakan could still find humor.

The handcuffs were getting really annoying. He wanted to hurry as fast as he could, but also not trip Conan up. Would it be faster just to carry him?

Hearing a couple loud angry voices from the bottom of the stairs, Hattori scooped Conan up and bolted towards another stairwell leading to the second floor. If he remembered right, it was on the east side of the house with windows over looking the ruins of the family gardens. Just as he reached the top of the stairs, he ducked them both into a room after hearing another, much lighter set of foot steps coming from further down the hall.

The room turned out to be a guest bedroom that had seen far better days. Hattori put Conan down and whispered, "I think it's a servant. Do you remember which door is the study?"

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For once, he couldn't really object to being carried.Clearly, walking on his own was not working with the handcuffs on.

Conan listens intently to the fading sound of footsteps before he answers.

"Should be second on the left from here. There was a window overlooking the gardens."

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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?”

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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"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?"

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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.”

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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"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.