Umm… This is the first fic I've ever done. I'm thirteen so please be nice. Humor will kick in by chapter 2. Promise!

Disclaimer - Nobody but the guy named Gosho Aoyama owns Conan. Get it in your head!

Oh, and before I start. That middle aged man isn't Vodka.

Darkness filled the room. The only light that dared shine was from a window painted with frost. As snow fluttered to the ground outside, Conan pressed his ear to the only door, listening for movements. A girl with long brown hair shivered out of fright behind him. She had no idea what was going on but she knew it was no laughing matter. She hesitated, but eventually asked,

"Conan, what's going on?!"

Conan sighed and turned his head away from the door. It didn't sound like anybody was on the other side. He walked silently to Rachel and looked up into her deep blue eyes.

"Rachel, there's something I have to tell you," he whispered with a tone of sadness, "I-I'm really…"

Suddenly the door that Conan had been listening through banged open to reveal two men dressed in black. One was tall and had long blond hair. The other was short and stubby but no scarier than his partner was.

"End of the line, detective," the tall one said, grinning as he lifted a small object of metal and pointed it at Conan. BANG!

Conan woke up with a jerk. His heart thumped madly in his chest as new surroundings appeared.

"Conan?" Rachel said looking up from a novel she had bought earlier.

"Gah! Leave her alone!" the boy shouted, not recognizing the voice for a second.

"Conan, calm down. You were just having a bad dream."

As snow danced in the wintry blackness of night, Conan's mind gradually began to register his surroundings. Slowly, things became clear and concise. He glanced around and beheld the familiar rows of seats occupied by people of all sorts. Conan was sitting next to a large window that showed nothing but a collage of black and white blurs. They were on a train heading back home from a nice vacation.

"Oh…" he whispered slightly embarrassed.

Rachel looked at her watch.

"Why don't you go back to sleep Conan. It will take a while before we reach home," she suggested.

"Umm… Right…"

She smiled. Little did Conan know his head was resting on her lap a few minutes ago. He searched for the sleeping position he was in but with no luck. There was little space between Rachel and the window. Even being three feet tall couldn't help him find a decent position.

As he continued to search, a crash of papers and books took place next to Rachel. Conan looked over to see a middle aged man desperately trying to get his possessions, which were now scattered all over the aisle. The man had short black hair with whites and grays here and there and dark brown eyes.

"Darn it!" he hissed. "Young lady, would you hold this for a moment?"

The man handed Rachel a small black case then dropped to the floor to get his stuff in order. Conan stared unblinking at the case. It seemed familiar, but where could he have seen it before? Before Conan could study it further, the man took his case back from Rachel, thanking her. Conan watched as the strange man walked off. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but there was definitely something suspicious about him. Why was he carrying so much stuff anyway? He pondered the thought for a moment but eventually decided it was probably nothing. Alas, Conan went back into finding a sleeping spot in the little space his seat gave him. Man, how did he ever even fall asleep in a space as small as this before?

The man walked into a new car. People from both sides either stared out the window or slept in uninterrupted silence as snow whirred past the train in small white blurs. He continued walking down the aisle as his eyes fixed on the right row of seats. He was looking for somebody. His fingers nervously rubbed the small black case he had handed to Rachel. The guy then noticed a black hat sheltering a head covered with long blond hair. His eyes gleamed with relief yet there was also a hint of slyness behind his smile.

"Sorry, I'm late. I had a bit of a problem with this girl."

The man with the black hat turned. His cold eyes pierced through the guy's heart.

"What girl?"

Light shined into the cars once more. Conan had a bad night of foreboding dreams and restless, broken sleep. He took a deep yawn as the train came to a halt and people started getting up to leave. He looked over to Rachel who looked almost as sleepy as he was. She pocketed the novel she was reading and went over to wake up her dad who was just across from her.

"Come on, dad! Our stop is here!" she said nudging Richard.

"Give me just a few more minutes…." He groaned half asleep.

"DAD!"

'The way her dad sleeps, I wouldn't be surprised if we ended up in Osaka by the time he wakes up' Conan thought, hopping from his seat. Conan stifled another yawn and looked wearily around as passengers grabbed their stuff and headed out. Then something odd caught his eye. It was that man who dropped his stuff next to Rachel. He was talking to somebody Conan couldn't quite see.

"So that's the one that took several of the pills, eh?"

"Yes. I'd take care of it myself but there's too many people around."

Conan stood there listening to the conversation until Rachel miraculously got Richard to his feet.

"Come on, Conan. Let's go," Rachel called.

"Just a minute!"

"DING-DONG! Attention passengers! We will soon be boarding for…"

Rachel gave a frustrated sigh and grabbed Conan by the collar.

"We need to go NOW!"

'Darn this body' he thought as Rachel dragged him down the aisle. He took one more glance at where the two suspicious men were having a conversation but to his dismay they were gone.

Okay the first chapter of my fiction. I'm sure my next chapter will be longer.