Summary: One night together was all it took. Jimmy and Rachel share a night of passion and love, and she finds herself pregnant a few weeks later. Will this make Conan finally tell her who he really is?
A/N: I have a few Case Closed fics on the go, and I plan to update them, don't worry!
Disclaimer: If I owned it....really, do I need to say it?
Chapter 1: Positive
That was all she was doing at the moment. Rachel was staring at something in her hand as she stood in front of her bathroom mirror. In her hand was what was known as a pregnancy test. The reason why she was staring, was because of the results.
The test was positive. That meant she was pregnant, and with Jimmy Kudo's child.
She stared. She was eerily silent, and there wasn't even a look of shock on her face yet.
"Rachel?" a small voice interrupted her thoughts, and she quickly turned to see Conan, hiding it behind her back and giving a nervous smile.
"Oh, Conan, you scared me," Rachel laughed nervously, and Conan tilted his head.
"Are you okay? You've been in here a while," he said, looking around.
Rachel used her free hand to rub the back of her head, and Conan instantly knew she was hiding something. He just didn't know what.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Rachel smiled sweetly at him. "Why don't you go and watch TV? I'll have dinner ready in a few minutes, okay Conan?"
"Yeah, sure," he nodded before taking his leave. He closed the door behind him, and he could have sworn he heard her sigh after he did.
Something's wrong, Jimmy thought as he sat back on the couch in the living room. Richard was drunk at his desk as usual, no surprise there. Rachel seemed nervous. But why? he thought, making a mental note to himself to check out the bathroom later.
Or maybe he was just being paranoid?
After a while of thinking, he hadn't even noticed Rachel had left the bathroom and was now cooking in the kitchen. That is, until she called to them. "Dad, Conan, dinner's ready!"
The two of them headed into the kitchen. Conan studied Rachel's behavior. She was oddly tense, and still had that nervous smile on that he saw in the bathroom. He had no idea what was going on, but he sure was going to find out.
I can't believe it, Rachel thought as she sat down at the table with them, starting to eat. No wonder I've been feeling sick this past week...
It was almost two weeks ago it happened, now that Rachel thought about it. The one day, after many months of just no contact besides the telephone, that Jimmy had decided to show up at her apartment. Of course, she had inwardly be very happy, relieved that he was alright, and delighted he was here, but she yelled at him for making her worry and for being gone so long.
After that, it felt like old times to the both of them. They had went back to Jimmy's house for the day, as her father was home drunk yet again. The two spent the day mostly watching detective movies at his house, resting on the couch together. Then, Jimmy had taken her out to dinner at a rather fancy restaurant. To say she was impressed was an understatement. It felt like a first date to her.
When they left the restaurant, she didn't want to return to her apartment. Jimmy had said he was only in town that night and was leaving early morning the next day. She wanted to spend as much time with him as she possibly could, and so she ended up spending the night at his house. Even though the Kudo mansion was big and had more than one bedroom, she wanted to stay with him in his room, as close to him as possible. Especially if she didn't have much time to be with him.
At first, they were just lying in bed together, Rachel resting comfortably in his arms. But one small kiss was all it took to ignight the sparks, and a night of passion and love was shared between them.
The first week after that, Rachel had been getting a few headaches and nausea in the mornings. She didn't think anything of it at first, seeing as it usually passed by lunchtime and figured it was just a small cold coming on or something. But when almost two weeks went by, and she started throwing up, she knew she had to do something.
So, that was the story of why she had been in the bathroom earlier with the pregnancy test, and how it came to be positive.
She was trying to get enough courage to tell Conan and her father, but was finding that pretty difficult. She knew her father would get mad, and do who knows what to Jimmy when he showed up again.
And to tell Jimmy was a different story, because she had no way of contacting him. He usually called her.
Jimmy... Rachel thought as she barely picked at her food now. She was starting to feel sad, she missed him already. She wanted to tell him that he was going to be a father.
Conan noticed that after a while, Rachel had seemed to come out of her thoughts and was eating quite a lot now. She had even taken a second plate. The shrunken detective tilted his head to the side, watching her.
"Rachel, are you alright?" he asked again.
She blinked, looking at him. Swallowing a mouthful of food, she nodded, smiling. "Of course, Conan. I'm just feeling really hungry, that's all."
Conan stared at her for a moment, having a hard time believing her. But why?
His curiosity was killing him now, and he had only one goal after supper — find out what's bothering Rachel.
And find out he shall.
A/N: If I get a few reviews, at least two, I'll post the next chapter. :) I don't update (and most likely delete) if I don't get reviews.