...Only a Dream? (Part 3)

The police surrounded the area as Inspector Meguire walked up to the stage as Conan looked at the corpse
"Moore" Meguire said, walking up to detective "Good to see your up again Conan" he said ruffling Conan's hair
"Good to see you too Inspector" Conan said happily, shaking his head right after "Okay this day keeps getting weirder and weirder" he whispered to himself
"Alright, the victim's name is Nicholas Thompson, age 49" Meguire said, listing off data about the deceased CEO as Conan got closer to the corpse
"Doesn't seem like there much to see here" Conan thought, lifting the man's arm as Meguire approached Richard
"Alright Moore, this looks pretty cut and dry" the inspector said "Obviously a shooting at long range, but we don't have a weapon, suspect or location"
"True, but if we find the bullet or the impact zone we might have something" Richard muttered, the boy staring at him in surprise
"Good job Richard" Conan thought, impressed he turned back to corpse and looked at the wound, before he felt someone's hand on his back
"This isn't the place for kids" an officer said
"Well, I.." Conan stammered, trying to come up with an excuse before Richard interrupted his train of thought
"Let the kid be" Richard said, much to Conan's surprise "If you see anything Conan, tell us alright?"
"Uh sure Uncle" Conan said, eyes wide in surprise as the officer walked off, he turned back to the body and took a closer look at the wound, no way of getting any information from it, he stood up and walked behind the body and started looking for the impact "Uncle look" he said pointing at a small hole in the ground "I think this might be where the bullet hit!" the detective walked over
"Your right" he said "Meguire! I think Conan found the bullet!" Meguire nodded and signaled two officers over
"Alright, take as much as you can and take them back to the station for ballistics" the inspector said, the two officers nodded, and after collecting the evidence, ran back to their car
"Nice job squirt" Richard said, ruffling Conan's hair before turning his attention back to the inspector "Okay, now we know we the bullet hit but we still don't know were the shot came from." Conan just stared at the detective in surprise. Richard. Praising him for helping on a case? No yelling, no telling Rachel to get him out
"This can't be real" Conan whispered to himself before blinking quickly, a sharp pain emanated from his temples as the strange tingling sensation returned to his nose, he collapsed to his knees breathing heavily
"Conan!" he heard Rachel yell, he heard footsteps "What's wrong?" the little boy tried to answer, but all he managed was a small moan as the world around him started to get blurry he saw small specks of blood fall on the floor in front of him, he got back up his feet, only to tumble backwards into Rachel's arms closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

"Augh" Conan muttered, rubbing his temples "What happened?" he looked around, he was still in the ballroom, he looked around and saw Rachel holding him "The heck..." he whispered to himself, before looking at his arm. It was glowing and was slightly see-through, like his last dream
"Conan? You okay?" dream Rachel asked the boy laying on her lap, who nodded slowly before glancing in Conan's direction, his eyes widening "What is it?"
"Over there!" dream Conan said pointing in the direction of the see-through, the teenager looking where he pointed "Don't you seem him?"
"See who Conan?" dream Rachel asked, the dreaming 7-year old walked towards his doppelganger who became more and more agitated as he got closer
"Rachel!" dream Richard yelled "Leave the brat on the floor for a minute and come over here. We need some help"
"Dad, Conan isn't okay" Rachel yelled back "Look at him!"
"He'll be fine for a minute alone, come on!" dream Richard yelled again
"Man, this version of Richard is a real jerk" Conan thought "Not like mine... Wait, no that's not right. Is Uncle a jerk? Augh, why cant I think straight!" he grunted and grabbed his head
"Who are and why do you look like me?" he heard dream Conan ask, he looked up to see the boy standing on shaky legs with a scared look on his face
"I'm Conan" he answered, a serious look on his face "Who are you? And you better not say Co-"
"Conan Edogawa" dream Conan said, cutting him off midsentece, everything started blurring out as the boy woke up.

Conan shook his head, clearing his thoughts to try and focus on his dream
"This day just keep getting weirder and weirder" he muttered to himself "Wait, were am I?" he asked looking around, he wasn't in the hotel's ballroom anymore. He was laying down on a couch, bookcases surrounded him, filled with mystery novels, from all over the world. The place felt strangely familiar
"In my house kiddo" he heard a scarily familiar voice, a voice that sounded like his would in 10 years, say
"J-Jimmy?!" Conan stuttered out the question, hoping this was all some weird dream, he turned around to see Jimmy Kudo sitting in an armchair next to the couch reading a Study in Scarlet
"Yup" the teenager said, glancing over the book "You feeling better?"
"Yeah" Conan said "Um... When did I get here?"
"Rachel called me to pick you up" he said, closing his book
"So, did you solve the case there?" Conan asked, with a smile on his face as he thought 'Until I figure out who this is, I better keep up the little kid act' Jimmy saw the smile and raised an eyebrow
"What's with the forced smile?" he asked "If your not feeling alright, you don't have to lie about it" Conan's childish smile broke, replaced with a face of surprise for a split second, going back to normal
"Sorry Jimmy" Conan said, the teen reached over and ruffled his hair
"No problem, and to answer your question, there really was no case to solve. It was an assassination"
"So an assassin shot him?" Conan asked, trying to play clueless
"Yep" Jimmy said, grabbing a cup of coffee on the table next to the chair "Shot with a .50 caliber sniper rifle. The killer was using the large chandelier as a makeshift balcony to take the shot. The police found an empty bullet case on top of it, thought their still trying to figure out how he got out of there" Conan nodded, trying to seem invested in the case as he ran through who the supposed Jimmy Kudo standing in front of him was
'Vermouth maybe?" he thought "No, she has another cover. Kid? Could be, but why keep up this long. Last time he did it for like five minutes" he was snapped out of his thought by Jimmy shaking his shoulder
"Come on" he said "Now that your awake, we don't have to stay down here, we can go watch TV if you want" Conan looked at him, raising an eyebrow for a split second before he answered without thinking
"Sure Jimmy" he said with a big smile on his face. Jimmy smiled and grabbed Conan's hand as he led him to the living room, as they were walking, Conan stopped smiling and shook his head "Why did I say that? I really don't wanna watch TV with Jim- I mean, this guy" he took another glance at the teenager next to him. As the two walked into the living room, Conan sat on the couch as his supposed cousin grabbed the remote and turned on the television. As Conan shuffled on the couch, Jimmy flipped through the channels, the young boy still having his eyes centered on the teen's head
"Here we go" Jimmy said, taking a seat next to Conan. Before Conan could make anymore theories about his 'cousin' he heard a very familiar theme song, he took a quick glance at the TV and had to resist the urge to scream in joy, for some strange reason. He momentarily forgot about Jimmy as he looked at the rubber-suited creature on the screen smash a model building and roaring
"Gomera" he said happily, his suspicions, strangely, completely vanished as he watched the movie with wide eyes enthusiasm, around the 30 minute mark he heard a phone ring. Conan's eyes didn't stray from the television one bit as Jimmy answered
"Hello" he said into the receiver "Hi Rachel, what's up?" Conan didn't pay any attention to the conversation as in the movie a mechanical copy of Gomera appeared, decimating a bunch of buildings. He couldn't help but yell in joy when Gomera blasted the robot with fire
"Get him!" Conan yelled, unaware of how childish he sounded as he did "Hit him again!" he heard Jimmy place the phone back on the hook as the movie stopped for a commercial break
"Hey Conan" Jimmy said "Rachel called. Their going to have to stay there for a while longer, she asked me if you could spend the night"
"Really!?" Conan asked happily, he jumped and gave Jimmy a hug "Thank you!" Jimmy chuckled and walked to the door
"Okay then, I'll see what I can put together for dinner" the detective said, receiving a nod from the seven year old as he walked to the kitchen.
"Man I can't wait until the movie comes back on!" he said "It was so.... cool...... What the heck did I just do!?!" Conan shrieked in shock, snatching the remote and turning the TV off "I agreed to sleep here for the night and I.... I hugged that fake Jimmy like he was family. And the movie, what was I doing? I acted like a little.... kid...." his eyes widened as realization set in "But I'm not a little kid...." he whispered quietly, not noticing the blood starting to drip from his nose "I'm not a seven year old. I am-"
"Conan!" he heard his 'cousin' yell "Come over here, dinner's ready!" he ignored the teen's yells and hugged his knees before falling into a fetal position, a huge wave of nausea coming over him, he groaned as he felt as his eyes burned
"A fever" he thought, feeling too weak to move as he heard footsteps "Just great..."
"You okay?" Jimmy asked as he entered the room "I called down to dinner five minutes ago." Conan tried to move as the teen saw what he looked like, and put his hand on his forehead "Holy... Your burning up, here" he passed a handkerchief on Conan's nose, wiping away the blood "Okay. No dinner, your going straight to bed." Before Conan could muster up the strength to argue, Jimmy picked him up and carried him to the guest room, setting him down on the chair next to the bed as he pulled a pair of old blue stripped pajamas from the closet and walked over to Conan "Arms up"
"...Okay..." Conan whimpered too weak to argue, he raised his arms. Jimmy pulled the T-shirt off his body and helped get into the pajamas. Afterwards he picked him up and put him in bed
"Alright" Jimmy said, closing the curtains "Try and get some sleep. If your hungry when you wake up, go find me, okay?" Conan nodded as he put his glasses on the nightstand and closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.