You had been dating an FBI agent, Conan for 6 months, and he was currently investigating a serial killer. The killer was very cunning, and Conan couldn't find any leads.

Conan was very busy lately so you decided to visit him at his office. As you enter, you see him with his colleagues, having a serious conversation. He looked so mad as he spoke to them.

"Damn it, are we just going to keep running around in circles? We need to find some kind of breakthrough soon."

"Maybe we should try a new approach?"

He clenched his fist, "The hell with a new approach. We need to find this bastard before he strikes again!"

They sighed and nodded in frustration. It wasn't long when Conan noticed you; his eyes softened before he approached you. "Baby... God, I missed you so much." He kissed your lips deeply.

However, what neither Conan nor anyone else knew was that you were the serial killer.