Two as One

Mitch was the scoundrel. He's the man who raped and kidnapped Rachel, needed a million dollars, and tortured and killed George. Conan stared at him with disbelief.

"Mitch?" The foes got up from the ground and held eye contact.

"Yeah, it's me."

"But… but why? Did you do this just to get back at me?"

"Not at first."

"What do you mean not at first?"

"First it was just for the money. I need money bad. I got fired from my job and my lousy bitch of a girlfriend stopped getting drugs for me. I needed a fix real bad, so I attacked Rachel and brought her here. I used what money she had to spot some, but I wanted more. I called her apartment and hoped someone would reply so I could get ransom money, and who did? George did, and I knew you two were detectives working together, so then it wasn't about the money, it got personal. It was a perfect time to have revenge."

"Revenge for what? I never did anything to you."

"You lied to me. You betrayed me. You stole the only woman I ever loved, and because of that look where I ended up."

"It's not my fault you're miserable. You didn't need to take out your rage on me, George, and Rachel."

"My rage has only just begun!"

Mitch went into the bathroom and searched for his gun, and while he did that Conan looked around to find a weapon himself. He quickly got the bloodstained knife from George's lifeless hand. Mitch pointed the gun at Conan and he threw the knife at him. It hit Mitch's hand, the one with the gun. The gun fired but didn't hit Conan. Mitch pulled the knife from his hand and charged at Conan. He grabbed Mitch's wrists and the two were pushing against each other.

"It's not my fault you're this way Mitch. You did it to yourself."

"Whatever Conan. See you in hell!"

The two were equal in strength and neither of them backed off. Then without warning Conan kicked Mitch in the groin. Mitch grabbed himself with one hand and lunged at Conan with the knife. Conan pushed him down and Mitch's head hit the chair that Conan was tied to. Conan stood still for awhile staring at the beaten fiend. He knelt down beside Mitch and saw that his rival wasn't breathing. His neck had snapped and Conan knew that soon he would be dead. He called for the police and an ambulance to respond, but they would be a moment.

He turned to Rachel and saw a grim sight. The bullet that Mitch fired had hit her stomach. The bed she was chained to was soaked in blood and guts. Conan unfastened Rachel, took the tape off her mouth, and stood by her side, holding her hand.

"Conan," she said. "I… I'm not gonna make it."

"Yes you are. Hold on Rachel."

"Well, at least I'll be with Jimmy." Conan closed his eyes trying to fight back tears.

"Rachel… I'm Jimmy." He opened his eyes and saw her staring at him, but he couldn't tell by her expression that she felt agitated.

"Jimmy? Wh… why didn't you tell me?"

"I couldn't Rachel. I just couldn't." Rachel started sobbing and Conan wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"Before I go, I want one last k… kiss."

"Don't say that. You're not going to die."

"Still, kiss me, Jimmy." He leaned in for a deep, passionate kiss. Their world seemed to melt away, but then reality struck because she had stopped kissing. Conan pulled back and checked her pulse, it was faint.

"Rachel! Rachel, stay with me!" She opened her eyes and they stared at each other for a moment.

"Jimmy. Jimmy."


"Take care of… of Jamie."

"I will Rachel. I will."

"I lo… love you Jimmy."

"I love you too Rachel." Then she closed her eyes and faded away. Her hand became limp in Conan's and he let her go. He lightly kissed her lips and then covered her body with the icky bed cover. He stood there in silence for awhile, and then suddenly he heard police and ambulance sirens coming from outside the hotel building.

On the other bed Jamie started to stir. She emerged from the covers and looked around the room.

"Conan," she said. "Where are we? Where's mommy?" Conan didn't answer her. His eyes were shut to lock in his tears. "Where's mommy?" He took a deep breath.

"She's… she's dead." It was silent for awhile, and then Conan could hear Jamie crying. He looked at her and she was face down on the bed wailing intensely. He sat down beside her on the bed and stroked her hair. Then she reached for him and they held hands while she cried.

When the police arrived, along with Inspector Meguire, Conan explained to them what happened. They concluded that Conan had killed Mitch in self-defense, so they weren't going to arrest him. They put the three bodies in bags and took them away. Jamie still lied on the bed sobbing.

"What should we do about Jamie," the inspector asked Conan.

"Rachel told me to take care of her."

"It's going to be hard to tell Richard that his daughter's dead."

"Yeah, I know." Conan waited for Jamie to calm down and then he took her home with him.


For the next week Conan and Jamie lived in isolation. They took her things from Rachel's apartment to his, into George's old room. Conan got a call from Richard Moore one day and all he did was cry and yell at Conan, blaming him for not saving Rachel. After that Conan never answered his phone again. Jamie wouldn't eat and Conan didn't consume much food either. Mostly Jamie would stay in her new room alone and cry. Conan tried to occupy his mind with other things, but nothing worked. His thought's kept going back to that horrid day. At night he lay awake in bed for hours and his pillow would be wet with tears.

One night he finally cracked. 'I've had enough,' he thought. 'I should be with Rachel.' He went up to the roof of his apartment building and stood on the ledge. The night wind blew against his body as he looked over the edge. He saw the street busy with lively people from twenty-five stories above them. Conan stood there for awhile debating with himself weather he should lean just a few inches forward. He was about to when he suddenly heard an urgent cry.

"Conan!" He turned around expecting to see Jamie, but it was Amy. He stood there paralyzed with shook because he hadn't seen her in years. She ran to him and put her arms around him. He backed away form the ledge and fell into her embrace.

"Why are you here," he asked her.

"I heard about George." She started crying too. "I was going to your apartment and saw you leave, so I followed you here. It must be sad for you Conan." They both sobbed for awhile, and then Amy kissed him. He responded to her love and his painful memories escaped him. When she pulled away she still held him close.

"It's nice to see you again," Conan told her. "You look lovely."

"Thanks Conan." They were still in tears. "George was a good guy."

"Yeah, he was." Conan was crying harder than her, and she could tell.

"Why are you taking his death so… so severely?"

"There's more to it than just George dying."

"Tell me Conan."

"It's a long story." They sat on the floor of the roof and Conan took a few deep breaths to relax.

He told her about really being Jimmy Kudo and the choice he made to be Conan Edogawa. He told her about Rachel having Jamie, his daughter, and about Mitch becoming a druggy and his rival. He also told her about the grim day that Conan found out about Mitch kidnapping Rachel and torturing George, and how it ended by the three dying. The information overwhelmed Amy. She had no idea what he had been through, the tension and woe he had to endure. She held his hand to comfort him.

"So," she replied. "You're Jimmy Kudo, and the mother of your child is dead, killed by your enemy Mitch. And George was killed by Mitch too. I… I can't believe that. Why didn't you ever talk to me about it Conan?"

"I tried to just go with it. To just accept the consequences of my stupidity, and after what happened last week nothing else has been the same. I came out here to… to…"

"To kill yourself?" More tears swelled in his eyes.

"Yes." He thought for a moment why. "I guess I just want the pain to go away, but it never will."

"Yes it will Conan. This will all blow over soon."

"I hope that it does."

"Why were you going to abandon Jamie like that? With her mother dead you're going to have to be there for her as a father. Both of you can help each other take the pain away."

"You're right Amy. You're right."

Conan continued crying and Amy held him tight. Having her close to him made Conan feel better. After a few minutes of shedding tears they went back to his apartment. Amy stayed with him the whole night, and slept in bed with him, but they didn't have sex. Still, they held one another while in bed and fell asleep in each other's arms.


Mitch, George, and Rachel's funerals were all held on the same day. Conan didn't go to Mitch's because he felt no remorse towards him.

At George's funeral there weren't many people. His parents were there, some other friends of his, and of course Conan and Amy. They held hands during the entire service and wept. When it was over they were the last people there.

"So," Conan said, "are you going back to Nagasaki?"

"Yes, I suppose so."

"Are you going to think about it?"

"Think about what?"

"About coming back and starting a relationship with me." Amy sighed.

"I don't know Conan, after what you told me I'm going to have to do some intense soul-searching. I don't know if you're the right one anymore."

"It's ok, take your time thinking it over." The two lightly kissed and then Amy left. He watched her leave thinking if he'd ever see her again.

At Rachel's funeral there were many people. There was Richard, Rachel's mother, Jimmy's parents, Dr. Agasa, Inspector Meguire, people from where Rachel worked, and others that had known her. Conan and Jamie sat in the front holding hands and crying together. But during the ceremony Conan began to think about what he was going to do.

'I'll keep being a detective. I'll rid this town of society's scumbags. I'll make sure that what happened to George and Rachel doesn't happen to anyone else, ever. That's what I'll live for.' Then he looked at his daughter. 'Also I'll live to raise Jamie, to keep her happy, and safe.'

In the middle of the service Richard Moore went to sit by Conan. He put a hand on Conan's shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he started. "I didn't mean to blame you for Rachel's death. It wasn't your fault. It's just… just so hard to keep cool when your only daughter was taken."

"I forgive you." Richard smiled and left Conan's side.

When the funeral ended Jamie didn't want to leave, but after five minutes Conan didn't want to stay. One truth prevailed, they had to move on.

"Jamie come on, it's time to go."

She replied, "Ok dad."