Part 1

The gentle sound of clicking echoed through her apartment as Kim's fingers danced across her keyboard, finishing her latest paper. Her finger pressed the last key gently as she leaned back in her chair with satisfaction.

A familiar ring came from her landline which she retrieved, knowing exactly who was on the other line.

"Hey KP" said the familiar cheery voice.

"Ronaldo" Kim replied, Ron laughed.

"Just checking in," he said. Kim could tell he was smiling at her joke without having to see him. "That paper coming along alright?"

"Just finished it, why do you still greet me like that?" She half laughed with sudden curiosity.

"Like what, KP?"

"Like that." Kim laughed at Ron's usual obliviousness. "We're in a relationship and you still greet me by my name, is that really necessary?"

"What do you mean? Those were your initials."

Kim laughed again. "No," she smiled, "what I mean is generally in a relationship, people don't need to greet each other with names, it's sort of obvious who they're addressing. It's not like with friends when people have heaps of them, I only have one boyfriend and I know who he is."

"Yeah but Kim, we are friends as well right?" Ron asked innocently.

"Of course, Ron."

"And we've been friends longer than we've been together, so why do things have to change?"

"They don't, Ron" Kim replied sweetly. She hoped she hadn't offended Ron; she liked his childish innocence that was commonly presented in such behaviour. "I was just wondering. It doesn't matter. Oh! I just remembered, funny you should ring now. Wayde called before, he got a lead on Drakken. Apparently he's broken into area 51 and–"

"Stolen highly classified alien technology. Pardon me, captain obvious." Ron interrupted smarmily.

"No need to be a smartarse, Ron," Kim grinned, "I figured we could–"

"Sneak into his top secret lair, battle off guards, steal back the device, call it a night?"

"Ron!"

"Sorry."

"But yeah," she laughed, "the usual." Battling Drakken had become a simple work routine for the pair of them.

"Sounds good," Ron approved, "then Bueno Nacho?"

Kim sighed. "Ron," she scoffed, "really? Aren't we a little old for Bueno Nacho?"

"Nunca, señorita, I haven't had Bueno Nacho for nearly two years and I didn't learn all this Spanish for nothing!"

"You learnt Spanish just to–Wait! What? Two years? Really?"

"In case you have forgotten," Ron said in a matter-a-fact tone, "I live in Japan now."

"Oh, of course."

"Some American cuisine would be espléndido."

"Technically, it's Mexican." Kim reminded him.

"Whatever, KP, here in Asia, they're one and the same – American company, Mexican food, same dif'."
"Okay, okay. I assume you'll stay over?"

"That would be lovely, thank you."

"And Wayde can organise a lift for you."

"Muchas gracias."

Kim rolled her eyes, "English, Ron, English."

"Right, right."

"Actually," Kim thought aloud, "how much Japanese do you know?"

"Enough!" Ron protested, "Ore wa chijo ni umaku nihongo o hanasu."

"Okay my multilingual friend, I shall see you in a few hours."

"I look forward to it," he smiled, "a splendid date."

Kim laughed. "Alright," she smiled "I'll happily call it a date."

"It'll be like old times, KP," Ron said excitedly, "I'll see you soon."

Ron hung up and Kim placed her phone back on the receiver. Defeating super villains and celebrating at a fast food restaurant was certainly not what many would call a date. But for Ron and Kim, it was certainly something ideal. Mission work was the only way Kim and Ron had managed to see each other after graduation, as they now resided in separate corners of the globe; Kim studying Foreign Correspondence in America while Ron worked full time at the Yamanouchi School in Japan, studying Monkey Kun Fu. The couple had been together just over three years. They'd had the occasional argument, but the destruction of super villains and their plots to take over the world were often what would hold the couple together.

Barely twenty, Kim studied part time allowing her to be a fulltime freelance crime-fighter as she continued to pursue her greatest field. A lot had changed over the past four years as she had moved out and lived on her own, however the greatest thing, her greatest hobby and now job, had not changed in the slightest.

Kim got out of her desk chair and grabbed her mission clothes from her wardrobe. As she dressed, she pondered excitedly on the thought of another mission with Ron. Normally, she treated her work very seriously, but in this case, all she could think about was seeing Ron again. It had only been a week since the couple had had a mission together, yet for Kim, it had felt like an eternity.

"I'm telling you KP, I can smell the beautiful melted cheese already!"

"Ron! Is this really the time?"

The couple were sneakily climbing the mountain to Drakken's hideout, well, "sneakily" in a manner of speaking.

"We are supposed to be swiftly and silently sneaking into Drakken's hideout, in, most importantly, a professional manner, and you are thinking about Nacos?"

"Kim, you don't understand," Ron replied in a whiney tone that always charmed Kim, "it will be like seeing an old friend again."

"I should probably tell you," Kim grabbed another rock, pulling herself onto a stable platform so she could speak to Ron properly, "every mission with you feels like seeing an old friend again."

Ron climbed up and joined her. "But Kim, I'm your boyfriend."

"Exactly," said Kim, gripping his hands, "but since you moved to Japan, I only see you on missions. So every mission is like you coming home after being away for a long time. I know that's frequently, but whenever I see you, it's always warm, fresh and new."

Ron smiled, "seeing you is far more inviting than Bueno Nacho."

Kim's eyes widened in surprise. "Now that is saying something!"

Ron nodded, but then grinned enthusiastically, "but having both is the greatest package deal!"

Kim sighed, rolling her eyes although she couldn't help but smile at Ron's typical Ronness. She was most fond of it.

The couple climbed to the top and established their usual plan of attack.

"Okay," Ron whispered, "me, Drakken, you, Shego?"

Shego. Now there was an interesting character. Flowing black hair as dark as her nature, an emerald cat suit defining her physical features, and a cunning attitude to hold it all together. But it wasn't all this that made Shego so fascinating. Every mission with Drakken, Kim would battle Shego more fiercely than she would any other villain or their henchmen. Unlike most villains, Shego offered Kim a proper challenge. Despite the countless times Kim had placed her and Drakken behind bars, it was unsure who really won their fights. It seemed to Kim that each battle was simply continuing on from the previous in a never ending, thrilling cycle.

"With pleasure," Kim grinned.

Sure enough, Kim noticed a glowing green light in her peripherals and a sudden warmth of plasma nearby; she braced herself for Shego's attack. Kim turned as the slender woman appeared; her hands ablaze with fiery green plasma. "Delighted as always, Kimmy," came her wicked, sly voice.

"The pleasure is all mine," Kim replied as they broke out into a feisty battle. The two ablaze with adrenalin moved swiftly, gripping each other in a tight wrestle as they fought violently. Ron ducked to avoid Shego's fierce blows of plasma running into Drakken's lair. Kim swerved to avoid Shego's fiery blows, diving between her legs, tripping the woman onto her face. Kim leapt onto Shego, pinning her down by her wrists as Shego struggled against Kim's fists to regain dominance. Shego sniggered, "Someone's got a little kick in them today, and I have to say, I love it."

"Verbal play won't cut it for you today." Kim replied through a fierce grin, although she couldn't help but love Shego's smartarse comment.

For Kim, this was what made her job perfect; the excitement, the tension, the thrill, the fiery play that she could share with only one person. It was evident to Kim that Shego was her favourite arch nemesis. She made another great duck avoiding a fist of flaming plasma but was then met by another heavy blow, sending her flying across the room, throwing her hard against a wall. The pain was blinding, it was so good.

Shego stood over her, smirking wickedly. "Always delighted, princess," she said slyly.

Kim laughed. "You think we're done?" She teased, bringing her feet to Shego's stomach, propelling her away from her. Kim got to her feet as Shego ran at her again. The two dove into Drakken's lair as they moved into another tight brawl.

"KP!" Came Ron's excited voice, "I've got it! Let's go!"

Shego was now on top of Kim, holding her down, her eyes a flame with what Kim perceived as "success!" Kim was still on top though, despite Shego being physically so. "I'll see you again soon," Kim grinned, Shego smirked back at her. Kim acted on pure instinct, looking back on it afterwards she wasn't sure why she did it or if she really should have, but none the less, she reached for Shego's face and pressed her lips against hers. Shego was completely taken a back and released Kim from her grip immediately. Kim slipped out from underneath her and bolted to the exit with Ron.

What the hell did she just do?