There wasn’t much room in the elevator; not with that luggage cart taking up more than half of it. Hakuba was so close against Hattori that he could feel each breath that he took. Could smell that clean sweat from their running earlier. It was hot in that metal box, and not just from the close proximity of the two detectives. They’d been murmuring for a while, making concessions and confessions, and it took very little effort to draw his hand around to the Osakan’s thigh, sliding deftly into his pocket. 

“I know that you’ve been wanting this a long time…” he whispered against his ear, breath hot. “But I’m afraid that I just… can’t let you be the top dog. Not this time.”

He turned his head to press his teeth against Heiji’s neck while his dexterous fingers fished the stolen gem from his pocket. 

“…I get to turn this in, since I was the one who got it back from Kid. You go investigate the king suite like a good little assistant.”