Oh jebus, this is my first fanfic! Just thought that business was slowing down in the KIGO area so I decided "Hey you've really wanted to write a good fanfic for a while so maybe you should give a shot for real this time!" and blah.

So here's my best shot at it! Enjoy C:

I do not own Kim Possible and make no profit from this whatsoever.

You know that story about the wind and sun? Where the wind tries it's hardest to blow the coat off some guy and it fails, but the sun does it effortlessly, through its natural capabilities? It seems like no matter how hard it tries or works, the wind can't do nearly as much as a sun can, even though it's raw power and works ten times as hard, it's still no match for the sun.

CHAPTER 1: Fog

I am an Assassin, who hones the suns power to get my way.

My name is Shego, and I have reached a barrier ;a stubborn, steadfast individual, who matches not only my speed, but my strength as well. What's worse is that she's a complete goody-two-shoes.

I say that because in every one of my attempts to fulfill my duty to kill, she's there. Her olive green eye's burning bright with a desire for justice, and, just like the wind she moves with wild grace, her hair trailing behind her form like a red marker of where she's been. It's as if she's perfected the way she moves her body, and it aggravates me. Oh, and if you haven't already guessed this then you should know:

I hate her.

…Maybe.

It's just my muscles tense up at the thought of going up against her, seeing her, because I've got another hit just in a few hours and she'll be there; I know it without a doubt. I mean, yeah, I hate her guts, and she's a pain in the ass, but I can't complain much when she's the only decent hand-to-hand marital artist I've seen in a while. Not to mention with all that skill she's got a great body thiat you can come to appreciate even when she has that combat suit on. Also a little bit of eye candy never hurts.

I examined the picture in my hand; my victim for tonight. The guy looked like a total creep, long face with a crow-like nose and a bushy goatee, peppered with grey hair. I guess he just pissed of the wrong guy because my client didn't seem very happy about him. The client specified that I "make him wish that he was in hell." Now I'm not complaining, but that's kind of vague don't you think? I mean, does that mean like torture, or maybe just a slow death? Fuck it; that's the clients fault for not specifying, I'll just kill him slowly. It's easy for me after all. I let my glow flicker harmlessly in my hand. Even though my powers feed off the sun its use is for dark purposes. How ironic. I muse, watching the light flicker gently.

A familiar tune breaks me from my thoughts and I look for my phone, reading the text that says: 'Time to go have some fun' I roll my eyes. You couldn't be more cliché right? Of course, when I look at the sender, it's that annoying brat. However, I give the kid props for being a really good informer but a geeky one at that.

I slide my thumb across my phone to open it to call her, I need to know where to go after all. She's a little clumsy and all, but her reliability makes up for it.

"Yo, why aren't you all stealth mode yet?" A deep female voice asks.

"Well, I have to know where I'm going. 'Stealth Mode' is after I know where the fuck I'm supposed to be, dumbass." I rebuke. No way in hell am I going to let her talk smack to me. I hear a half-amused snort on the other end of the line.

"Touché," her dry response is followed by a series of keyboard taps and mouse clicks. I was quickly growing impatient.

"Sometime this year would be nice…" I'm just reminding her that I'm here, just in case she got distracted by her porn stash or something. That'd be kind of awkward.

"Shut up; you're taking me out of my zone. Anyway, your location is 5467 Heather Ridge Lane. Obviously it's in this city or you would have been contacted earlier otherwise." Her voice had dropped to a lower and much more business like tone. It's like she's trying to fill a role, attempting to be cute, I guess.

"Kay thanks, bye. I'll get back to you once I'm there." As soon as I had received the desired information I hung up, no need to drag that out longer than need be.

With practiced precision, I picked up my snipe and slung it over my shoulder, and, just in case, I grabbed my hunting knife and strapped it around my waist. I pulled on the hood specially made to hang in front of my face so I could see my victim, but they couldn't see me. Of course, when in action, it's impossible to keep it down, but masks and full hood covers are just a drag so this is better than nothing.

I whisk out of my apartment window and scale the side of the fire escape, effectively warming my muscles up. I'm careful not to strain myself, though; only an idiot would push themselves before a job.

It only takes a few more minutes till I reach the roof. As soon as I do, I straighten out my back and drink in the crisp cold air. And if someone asked, I would deny it vehemently, but I mentally noted that I couldn't wait to see her.

I arrived at the manor and mentally whistled at how flashy the furniture was. Expensive silk drapes with gold plating on everything I could see. This guy had some cash to burn, and then some.

What an extravagant way to live. This whole house is screaming "come rob me!"

With that in mind, it wouldn't hurt to grab an expensive piece of jewellery, so, as I walked along the hallways with silent footsteps, I nabbed some of the better-looking stuff that could fit in my pockets. I reached for my earpiece and turned it on.

" You there runt?" I murmur, confident my subtle tone would be picked up by the mouthpiece.

"Yup, check your watch; there should be a small pixel map on it. It's not HQ but it'll get the job done. This place is like a maze…" I grunt in response to that comment, because so far, I've already lost track of the vent I came out of, so it's appreciated that a runt like her would think of something like that. I look down at my watch to study the little map, handy little thing. Judging by the little dot in the middle resembling me, I'm about a few meters away from my target. Perfect; the mission will go without a hitch.

Thinking about it afterwards, that was a very naïve way to think for a pessimist like me.

I find the door where the target should be and I hear soft murmuring from the room. Hm? Another person, what the hell? Did the runt screw up? I thought people had to make major appointments with this guy to even get a phone call with him. I swear, if that little brat missed an appointment that happened to be on the day of my hit, I'm going to strangle her after I strangle my target.

I neared the corner of the door to see who the intruder was and peeked in between the cracks of the slightly open door. Bad idea, I growled at the sight. Kim possible already beat me to my target? I already lost tonight's fight against her, how the balls did she figure it out so fast? I crouched down low and rubbed the bridge of my nose. I had to rethink a plan and fast before they walk out and notice me here. But I'm pulled out of my thoughts when I overhear what the ugly mother fucker's saying.

"Battered and bruised with your face all over the news," a pause for a chuckle "I assume that you saved the people inside the burning building?"

"Mhm, so not the drama. These bruises will heal, though the soot in my hair is never going to come out."

A soft groan in disappointment and another soft chuckle follow closely behind.

"Well I'll trim the burnt edges for you tomorrow after dinner, how does that sound?"

"Sweet, that sounds awesome."

I didn't catch the rest of that because as soon as I heard rustling coming towards the door, I booked it for the closest exit, which happened to be a window. As I left, I faintly heard the words "good night" emit from Possible's mouth. I don't know what the hell was happening, but one thing was for sure; I failed my mission.

END OF CHAPTER 1

Next chapter I promise more Kim and Shego interaction... I won't let OC's invade the whole story !

EDIT: thank you my beautiful beta!

-Cake