Hi y'all! I've read this fandom for a while and love it but never written in it before (I usually write Harry Potter fics). But I thought I would give it a go. Let me know what you think :)

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Kim Possible parachuted gracefully through the sky. She shed her chute at the last possible second, diving into a forward roll on the lawn.

She straightened up and ran a hand through her vibrant red locks. Her white and blue battlesuit was torn in some places but still showed off her athletic body.

"Bubble butt!" Mrs Possible called with a wave, standing on the edge of the lawn. Anne Possible had a wide smile on her face as she welcomed her only daughter.

Kim groaned and face palmed, she couldn't believe her mom was still calling her that at 21.

"Hey mom," Kim sighed, "Would you mind not calling me that nickname while they're around?"

She directed a thumb at the neat little footpath which was crowded with jostling people. News crew vans cast ominous grey shapes behind the crowd. They were almost constant these days. After the Lowardian invasion, Kim's celebrity status had risen to astronomical levels. There constantly seemed to be cameras on the scene when she went on missions then parked outside her parents' home. Kim was just grateful they didn't seem to know where her own apartment was.

Kim had complained to Global Justice but apart from sending their own presence in to keep the crowds at a respectable distance, there really didn't seem like there was much they could do. Kim knew GJ were trying their best. After all, GJ had been sucking up to Kim for years to try and seduce her into signing a contract with them.

For the past three years after high school, Kim had gone full-time with her missions. Wade had teamed up with the Tweebs, Jim and Tim, to offer her support to run independently. As much as Kim loathed to do it, she offered the odd paid security job to companies and interviews/photo shoots to fund the operation. Still, no more than necessary to get by.

Kim mainly kept herself busy taking missions where she could really help people that needed it. So busy that she scarcely had time for a social life outside of regular dinner with her parents. Not that she really had any friends left in Middleton. Monique was in New York working in fashion, she had already made quite a splash. Ron, on the other hand, had only been gone for the past year to train in Japan with Yori. Yori had been visiting the US when Ron and her had rekindled their romance. By the time Yori had to return to Japan, Ron had resolved to accompany her so he could hone his Mystic Monkey powers. Kim couldn't blame him; she hadn't seen Ron click so well with anyone—not even her.

A breeze rippled through the reporters and they shuffled their bags and cameras, re-adjusting against the cold.

Kim smiled faintly at the memory of her ill-fated relationship with Ron. They had dated for only three months, sharing chaste kisses. But when it came to taking their relationship to the next level, they had both spontaneously burst out into laughter. It was then that they realised they only loved each other as friends.

Of course, Kim later found that there were even more reasons she wasn't interested in Ron like that.

/Beep-beep-BEEP-beep!/

Kim followed her mom into the house, answering the video chat from Wade.

"Hey Kim, you absolutely nailed it on that mission! Good work!" Wade greeted.

"No big!" Kim grinned, "So, what's up?"

"Just wanted to let you know that there's been a few more hits on the site—let me know which ones you want to do and which ones we should forward on to GJ to handle," Wade replied.

"Sure, be in touch soon," Kim replied. They said their goodbyes and Kim turned to her mom.

"Still busy as ever?" Anne Possible asked with an understanding smile. Kim sighed and nodded.

"It just keeps continuing to grow," Kim shrugged, "We can't even keep up with demand. Most of the missions end up getting forwarded on to GJ."

"Maybe its time to take on more people?" Anne replied, "Or join GJ?"

"Ugh, mom, I don't want to think about GJ right now," Kim sighed tiredly, "I'm starving."

"And this is why we encourage you to stop in after a mission," James Possible chimed in, appearing next to his wife, "You don't look after yourself Kimmie-cub."

"I look after myself fine," Kim replied irritably, although her crankiness contradicted her words. James and Anne just nodded tensely. It was obvious that lack of sleep was making Kim even more on edge.

"Right, Kimmie," Anne Possible replied with a resigned sigh, "Dinner is on the table."

Kim felt like a zombie during dinner. She pushed herself through the motions of dinner and conversation with her parents. Anne and James exchanged worried glances over the table. With Ron gone they had lost their ally in the battle of looking after Kim. They had tried in vain to get Kim to move back to the family home, but their heroic daughter was stubborn.

It was beginning to darken outside when Kim finished her dinner and said her goodbyes to her parents.

Kim was grateful that Wade had arranged a ride home for her from her parents' house as it seemed like the media weren't going to let up with trying to get a photo or interview with her.

Back home, Kim stepped over piled up laundry to make her way to a cluttered table. Plates and mugs crowded around a small laptop that Kim opened quickly.

A new hit—burglary in progress. Kim quickly pulled out her Kimmunicator and let Wade know she was on it.

Kim stretched before getting up and shedding her filthy battlesuit. She would go classic for this mission. Pulling on cargo pants and a tight black midriff baring top, Kim sprinted out again.

She was thankful for the dark. Even though it sent a cutting chill across her bare midriff, it meant that she was less likely to be ambushed by paparazzi on her way to the burglary.

The streets of Middleton were relatively empty as it was approaching midnight on a Tuesday night. Leaves scattered loudly in the wind as Kim cut down a narrow alleyway quickly. Kim picked up the pace, knowing that she didn't have much time if she wanted to catch the burglars in the act. Breaking into a sprint, Kim was so set on foiling the burglary ahead that she didn't notice a figure running towards her until she plowed straight into them.

Kim fell backwards on the cold, wet ground of the alleyway with an 'oof!' The air rushed out of her lungs and she felt dazed.

"Christ," Muttered an oddly familiar voice as Kim scrabbled to her feet.

"Shego?!" Kim locked eyes with her former enemy. Shego had pulled herself to her feet and was brushing grime off some ripped black jeans. She was wearing filthy Nikes, a thin black tee and a scuffed up leather jacket. Her long hair was loose as usual, although was lacking its usual lustre.

"Of course I would run into you," growled Shego, straightening up and falling into her signature stance with one hand resting on a cocked hip.

"You're not the one robbing the jewellery store are you?" Kim asked suspiciously. She hadn't seen the superpowered villainess since she had received a pardon from her crimes after the Lowardian Invasion. Kim had always suspected Shego had secretly returned to crime but just stayed under the radar.

"And getting caught this easily?" Shego sneered, "Please, Princess… I have better things to do than ruin my pardon."

Kim stepped closer to Shego, not quite buying it. Something was off about the situation. Shego was out of breath, her chest heaving as she panted.

"What are you up to, Shego?" Kim asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously, "Why haven't I seen you around since the ceremony after the invasion?"

Shego crossed her arms tightly across her chest, frowning.

"Since when are you my keeper?" Shego retorted, "I'm living it up outside of the spotlight. Not all of us have a pathological need to be a goody-two shoes."

Shego moved to get past Kim but Kim grabbed her wrist.

"No, no," Kim insisted, "A jewellery store robbery? You sprinting through alleyways dressed all in black? Too much of a coincidence."

Shego growled and ignited her hands. The green light flickered, illuminating the small alleyway.

"Back off, Princess," Shego growled, "I have places to be and I'm in a hurry."

"No way, Shego," Kim challenged, aiming a punch at Shego's side. Shego twirled, tearing her wrist out of Kim's grasp and dodging the blow. She set into a fighting stance, her matte-black lips scowling at the redhead.

"Fine, you probably need some exercise after years of not having to keep up with me," Shego snarled. Her hands ignited brighter and she dove at Kim. Kim jumped at the last moment, somersaulting over Shego as Shego crashed into the alleyway wall, taking out some bricks with her plasma.

Kim spun around just in time to catch Shego's fist as Shego retaliated. Kim took a kick in the side from Shego and fell over, pulling Shego with her. As the pale woman fell on top of her, Kim locked eyes with her. There was something different there.

When they had fought back when Kim was at highschool, there had always been a teasing—almost playful—look in Shego's eyes, even when she had been angry. But now… There was a quiet desperation. Something intense and scared that confused Kim.

"Shego, what—"

"Just let me go on my way, dammit!" Shego cursed, pulling herself up and backing away from Kim.

Kim ran forward and Shego dropped down, sweeping out Kim's feet from underneath her. Kim crouched before leaping at Shego, tackling her to the ground. They fell into their familiar dance of sparring, trading blows and dodging, but barely speaking.

Finally, Kim kicked Shego into the wall of the alleyway and Shego let out a small cry of pain, falling down before struggling to her feet.

"What's going on Shego? Something is off here," Kim demanded. She wasn't about to admit it out loud, but she was worried about her former foe.

"Argh, can you just stay out of it, Pumpkin?" Shego said, barely keeping the snideness in her voice through her pain, "Not everyone needs saving."

/Beep-beep-BEEP-beep!/

In the split second that the Kimmunicator broke Kim's attention, Shego blasted the alleyway wall with her plasma, causing it to collapse.

Kim dove out of the way, covering her mouth from the dust.

As she squinted through the darkness, she saw the alleyway was blocked with rubble and Shego was gone.

"Hey Wade," Kim coughed, answering her Kimmunicator as she got to her feet.

"Kim, are you okay? Why are you covered in dust? You didn't make it to the robbery—what happened?" Wade was so serious he wasn't even slurping at his usual cup of soda.

"I ran into Shego," Kim explained, "Thought she must have been behind the robbery."

"Well she wasn't… Cops picked up the robbers just now across town," Wade explained, "What happened with Shego? Why do you look like a building collapsed on you?"

"We got into a fight… Something's up with her Wade—where has she been all this time?" Kim replied, furrowing her brow. Wade shrugged.

"I'll look into it," Wade promised, "But in the meantime, maybe you should call it a night and head home?"

"Sure, Wade," Kim said distractedly, "Thanks."

She hung up and dusted herself off. Where was Shego going? Why did she look so shaken?

Kim woke up with a groan. Sun was shining onto her face and her body ached. She looked at her bedside table. 10am. She hadn't slept in this late in years.

Her muscles were aching as if she had done an incredible workout.

"Must have been the fight with Shego," Kim muttered. She forgot how well-matched they were. Their fights had always secretly been the highlight of Kim's crime fighting days at highschool. Shego pushed her to her absolute limits physically.

Kim leaned over to her bedside table, picking up her Kimmunicator. A missed call from her mom, a picture from Ron of a Japanese temple, two missed calls from Wade. Kim dialled Wade.

"Hey Kim, you've been off the grid! Did you sleep in?" Wade looked surprised as Kim ran a hand sleepily through her hair.

"Yeah, sorry… Didn't mean to," Kim replied dozily, "What's the sitch?"

"Ah, apart from the usual log of work to choose from, I have two main updates," Wade replied, typing furiously on a keyboard, "Dr Director wants to see you. She said she wants to discuss helping resource your efforts."

"Yeah, like there won't be a million strings attached," Kim replied, rolling her eyes. GJ were incessant with their attempts to recruit her. "Still, I suppose worth attending."

"I thought so too, I'd be curious to know if they're willing to share any of their new tech with us," Wade said with a gleam in his eye, "She wants to meet today if you're up for it."

"Might as well get it over and done with," Kim conceded, "What was the other update?"

"Shego," Wade replied, slurping from his soda before launching into typing again. Kim sat up straighter in bed, suddenly wide awake.

"What about her?" Kim's thoughts turned to the straggly figure of Shego from the previous look. She looked run down, she looked tired, she looked… hunted.

"Absolutely no hits on her," Wade replied, "It looks like she has been staying clean and out of trouble. I ran cross-checks on her description and nothing popped up for the past few years."

"Then what has she been doing?" Kim asked, even more curious now. Wade shrugged.

"Hard to say," Wade replied, "There isn't a lot on her. She seems to have been underground. Drakken has been spotted a heap of times but she was only seen with him at his annual barbecue. No other times."

"Weird," Kim commented, rubbing her forehead.

"Definitely," Wade replied, "Anyway, I'll set up the time with Dr Director. The twins should be in contact later today about a new project they've been working on. In the meantime, just see if there are any missions you want to do."

"Sure," Kim replied, signing off.

For the first time in a very long time, she didn't pull her laptop over to her to seek out new work. She slid down to lie on her back, staring at her ceiling.

What was Shego doing right now?

Kim was dressed in something other than mission gear for once. She was wearing some blue jeans, a white tee and a khaki peacoat with some boots. Perfect for keeping the growing winter winds at bay.

Waiting in the waiting room at GJ, Kim looked at Dr Director's personal assistant. She was a young blonde in her early twenties, impeccably dressed and with a pretty face. She smiled at Kim and Kim blushed and looked away.

"Ah, Ms Possible,"

The office door had finally opened and the eyepatched Dr Betty Director was ushering Kim through. Kim stood and made her way in, avoiding eye contact with the pretty assistant.

"So, I assume this will be about Global Justice recruitment?" Kim sighed as she sat in the familiar seat across from Betty's desk.

"Straight into it," Betty smiled tightly, "You don't waste any time do you, Ms Possible?"

"I've told you that you can call me Kim," Kim sighed. Betty's smile widened and she steepled her hands.

"How are your missions going?" Betty asked, "Still under resourced?"

"Its not that bad," Kim said defensively, crossing her arms. She didn't want to put herself in a position where Betty could try and strong arm her into signing up as a recruit with GJ.

"I heard you didn't even make it to a standard jewellery heist last night," Betty commented, "You're running yourself ragged."

"That was just because I ran into Shego!" Kim blurted out. Betty dropped her steepled hands and leaned forward with interest.

"Shego?" Betty asked, barely above a whisper. Kim was thrown by how intense the woman looked.

"Yeah… I was surprised," Kim commented, "I thought she had something to do with the heist but I was wrong."

"Have you seen her before now?" Betty asked. Kim noted Betty was using a very interrogatory tone.

"No, I haven't seen her since she received her pardon," Kim explained, narrowing her eyes suspiciously, "Why are you so interested in Shego?"

Betty plastered a smile on and abruptly leaned back.

"I'm not," Betty replied in a clipped tone, "So, have you given any thought to recruitment with us? We have a new offer this time that I think you will like."

"No thanks, Dr Director," Kim said, standing up. GJ always kind of unsettled her.

"Okay, well you know where we are," Betty replied, "I'll send the offer through to Wade anyway if you change your mind. In the meantime, keep sending through those excess missions to us."

"Sure," Kim replied, wondering whether Agent Will Du would insist on joining her on some missions like he did last month.

Kim made it to the door when Betty cleared her throat.

"And Kim?"

"Yes Director?" Kim replied, glancing back over her shoulder. Betty was leaning forward in her desk again.

"Notify me immediately when you next see Shego," Betty said. Kim stared at the woman for a while. Her single eye was staring intently at Kim, her swept fringe partially obscuring it. She was young for such a high ranking official in GJ, barely in her 30s, but she had a strong intimidating presence that exceeded her years. Kim couldn't quite read her.

Kim nodded and headed out the door.

Kim called Wade on her way out and set up another mission—one over in Canada saving a factory from Duff Killigan. On her way back she also stopped by a small town to save their local newspaper offices from going up in flames.

Kim was just arriving home with a pizza when she got a call from the Tweebs.

"I'm starving, hope this is quick," Kim groaned as she sat down on her couch with a slice.

"Hey Kim—" Tim began.

"We just wanted to let you know—" Jim cut in.

"About our new tech—"

"Installed in the Kimmunicator—"

"Okay, okay, what does it do, guys?" Kim sighed, putting down the pizza.

"It does a scan of you and your surroundings for bugs!" Tim exclaimed excitedly.

"I mean, I'm not sure I really need that but that does sound useful," Kim shrugged. Before she had even got her sentence out, the Tweebs had activated the new feature on the Kimmunicator. A little mechanic arm shot out and beamed a light over Kim before making a small buzzing sound and retracting again.

"Very cool guys," Kim conceded, picking up a slice of pizza again and preparing to sign off.

"It caught one!" Jim shouted in excitement. Kim out down the pizza again and narrowed her eyes.

"A bug?!" Kim exclaimed.

"Behind your neck," Jim replied, looking at his screen.

Kim reached behind her neck, rubbing around with her fingers. Everything seemed normal. Her fingertips found a small bump at the base of her neck. It felt no different to a zit. Feeling thoroughly grossed out, Kim gave it a squeeze and looked at her fingers. Silvery metal shined back at her.

"Jesus!" Kim cursed, feeling a creepy chill up her spine.

"Insert it into the Kimmunicator and we'll run scans," Tim encouraged. The Tweebs' excitement over the tech didn't seemed dampened by the reality that some mysterious stranger had bugged their older sister.

Kim complied, putting the little silvery metal into a hatch of the Kimmunicator before signing off. She pushed her pizza away from her, appetite long gone.

Who could have bugged her? Duff Killigan? Surely not the arsonist from that small town?

/Beep-beep-BEEP-beep!/

"Go Wade," Kim answered, still feeling unsettled, "I hope this isn't more creepy news."

"The twins told me about the bug," Wade said sympathetically, "Don't worry, they'll trace it in no time."

"Sure," Kim replied, "That doesn't really make me feel better about the fact I've been roaming around with a tracker embedded in the back of my neck for God knows how long."

"Okay, well I have a nice chill job for you tonight if you're up for it," Wade prompted. Kim looked at her cooling pizza and sighed. It wasn't like she would be able to relax anyway.

"Hit me," Kim sighed.

"Okay, well we have an issue with a missing teen." Wade started, "Police aren't touching it because they're claiming she's just another runaway. She was running with a crowd of younger people out on the street. I would start by hitting the streets and asking questions. In the meantime I'll run through surveillance footage in the area."

"Sure," Kim replied, "Okay, I'll head out when its dark, there will be more people around then."

Kim hung up and headed to the shower, picking her way through all the clothes and empty boxes and bottles on the floor.

The hot water was soothing on her muscles and she let her mind wander. If Shego hadn't been robbing that jewellery store, why was she in such a hurry to get away? Where had she been all this time?

Kim thought about those bright green eyes staring so intently into hers. There was always such an intense connection with Shego when they fought. She thought about those high cheekbones and the dark hair framing them. Shego's face had seemed so tense.

Kim's thoughts turned to the feeling of writhing against Shego's body as they fought. She shook her head and turned off the shower water.

Kim pulled her denim jacket tighter around herself. She wished she had worn warmer clothes. She was wearing a long sleeve tee, black jeans, chucks and a denim jacket. She had a woollen scarf but it wasn't doing much to keep the cold out.

Still, she was in a better situation than most of the people she was talking to. She was walking around in the area near the big bridge in Middleton. The place where runaways, homeless and sex workers tended to hang around. Kim wished she had brought some blankets with her because everyone appeared freezing huddled around each other.

Kim had just finished talking to a boy who couldn't have been more than twelve or thirteen. He hadn't seen the missing girl but at least Kim had put him in touch with some assistance programmes. What was wrong with Middleton that there were so many people struggling?

Kim did a double take as she saw a familiar figure in a leather jacket abruptly change direction to head away from her.

"Shego?!"

Shego broke into a run and Kim chased after her, following her under the bridge and into the dark. Kim caught up to her and tackled her to the ground.

"What?!" Shego growled, wriggling against Kim, facedown on the ground. Kim allowed her to flip over so she was on her back but pinned her down. Shego flared her plasma up but made no other attempts to escape. She looked exhausted.

"What are you doing here?" Kim demanded.

"What do you think?" Shego hissed back, glaring at Kim.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kim demanded, "Are you trying to take advantage of these people somehow?"

"These people?" Shego laughed hollowly, "Christ, must be nice up in that ivory tower of yours. I'm just here okay? Can you stop accusing me of crimes and just leave me the hell alone?"

Kim's grip on Shego loosened and Shego sat up, Kim still straddling her.

"Shego… Are you homeless?" Kim asked. Shego looked away, biting her matte black lip in a rare sign of vulnerability. She looked back at Kim in the darkness of the bridge, her eyes firing up with intensity again.

"What do you think Pumpkin?" Shego spat, "Who's gonna hire a former international villain? Who's going to rent to a former international villain? With that goddamn invasion, my face was out there even more than before. Nobody wanted anything to do with me."

"Not even with that pardon?" Kim asked, surprised. She wasn't even aware she was still straddling Shego.

"Who is going to trust that one of the world's most famous villains is going to stick to pardon and stay away from crime?" Shego growled. Kim shook her head.

"Drakken?" Shego shook her head, "Villains don't want anything to do with me unless I'll work for them. Drakken and I still keep in contact, but without me working for him, I'm not allowed to crash at his lairs. I basically only see him once a year for his annual barbecue."

"You'd have me believe you've really turned back on crime?" Kim scoffed, finally getting off Shego. Shego stood up and brushed herself off. She was wearing the same outfit she had been wearing when Kim had last seen her.

"I don't care what you believe," Shego said simply, "Anyway, this was some fun girl talk but I'm heading off."

"Shego," Kim grabbed Shego's wrist. Shego sighed heavily.

"What?!" Shego snapped irritably.

"You can crash at my place tonight," Kim offered. Shego gaped at her as if she had grown another head.

"What do you want?" Shego finally asked, suspicion heavy in her voice.

"I want to help," Kim replied simply, "Assuming you are telling the truth about being out of crime. If you're up to anything I'll kick your ass out so fast."

"Jesus, Princess, I'm not one of your projects," Shego snapped, pulling her wrist back from Kim.

"Fuck, Shego, I just want to help—honestly," Kim snapped back. Shego seemed startled by the redhead swearing.

"I don't accept charity. What's your price?" Shego asked, narrowing her eyes. She seemed to be silently evaluating her options.

"You are infuriating," Kim sighed, "Why do you even make a favour difficult? Argh. Fine, you can help me by asking around about this missing girl. In return you can crash at my place tonight."

"Deal," Shego replied with a faint smile, offering her hand to Kim. Kim shook it, watching Shego carefully.

"You're asking the wrong people by the way," Shego smirked, walking past Kim with a swing in her hips. She seemed satisfied that they were now on more even footing. Kim couldn't help but run her eyes down Shego's stunning figure as she walked back the way they had come.

"What do you mean?" Kim asked, catching up to Shego.

"The young kids," Shego replied, "The ones fresh on the streets. They're too scared. They keep to themselves and don't like to talk even when they have seen something."

They walked along in silence in the shadows for a while. Kim's hand accidentally brushed the back of Shego's and she felt a tingle run up her arm.

"Shego?"

"Mn?"

Shego wasn't looking at Kim. The shadows were dancing across the delicate features of her face.

"Have you been homeless for long?" Kim asked.

"Yeah, sorry Kimmie, but I'm not in the mood to share diaries with you," Shego said breezily.

They made it back from under the bridge and Shego gestured for Kim to follow her. Shego took the lead, approaching people with purpose and asking direct questions. Kim was surprised at how forthcoming people were. Most people had clammed up with her. She had a half notebook filled with leads by the time they had finished for the evening.

Shego yawned and smirked proudly at the amount of notes that Kim had taken.

"Okay, I've provided you more than enough to go on—time for you to hold up your end of the deal," Shego grinned. Kim smiled back. It was kind of cute that Shego had softened about accepting help once it was on her own terms.

Kim nodded and tossed a sly smile at Shego.

"Only if you can keep up,"

Kim launched herself up onto a dumpster before jumping towards a wall, kicking off and clambering up onto a roof. She then set off at a sprint, leaping to the rooftop of the next door building.

Shego grinned widely, taking chase immediately.

The two raced through the streets in the dark night, flipping over fences, jumping from buildings, ducking under branches. Kim couldn't remember the last time she had actually had fun like this. She could have sworn she even heard a giggle or two from Shego behind her.

They made it back to the apartment, both extremely out of breath but grinning. Kim unlocked the door and let them both in.

"Um, and this is better than an alleyway how?" Shego smirked, glancing at the mess around the apartment. Kim elbowed her.

"Shut up," Kim muttered, heading to the kitchen and grabbing the cold pizza from earlier. She sat down on the couch and gestured for Shego to join her, offering her some pizza.

Shego snatched it eagerly, heating it up with a quick blast of plasma before wolfing it down.

"Neat trick," Kim commented.

"Fankff" Shego replied, grabbing more pizza with both hands. She ate ravenously, as if it were the first meal she had seen in some time. In the end, Kim just had a single slice and left the rest to Shego.

Kim got up and self consciously picked up some old socks and underwear off the ground, hoping she could find her laundry basket somewhere in the apartment. When she turned back, Shego's head was cocked back and she was snoring lightly. Kim smiled, grabbing a blanket and draping it over the lonely villain. As she pulled the blanket up to Shego's neck, Shego shifted slightly in her sleep and let out a small whimper.

Kim smiled broadly. Fuck, Shego was cute.

Did I just think that?! Kim thought, widening her eyes. She shook her head and headed to her bedroom.

The next morning Kim awoke to sun streaming on her face again. She glanced at her bedside clock. 11am.

God, another sleep in! Kim thought with surprise. She guessed the exercise of racing Shego back to the apartment had got all the energy out of her system and allowed her to sleep.

Kim sat up in bed, rubbing her face. She checked her messages. A few from Wade and the Tweebs. Another set of Japan photos from Ron. A message from her parents inviting her to dinner tomorrow night.

Kim stretched and got dressed, padding out to the living area of her apartment. She froze in her steps, eyes wide.

Her apartment was immaculate. Tidied, vacuumed, dusted. Kim was incredulous. She walked over to the kitchen area, her eyes widening even more at the sight in her kitchen.

Shego was humming and moving around the kitchen. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun and she was dressed in a singlet and a pair of underwear. Kim felt a strange twang in her stomach as she recognised the singlet as being hers. There was something oddly nice about seeing Shego in it.

"Shego?"

"Finally awake I see," Shego smirked, before turning back to her task, "I'm making breakfast. I assumed you would want some."

"Err… sure," Kim said awkwardly.

She stood half in shock, staring at Shego as she finished up making breakfast. It looked like eggs benedict. Her eyes ran down Shego's toned back. She blushed as she realised she was beginning to stare at Shego's ass.

"All right, breakfast is ready, Pumpkin," Shego said, turning around as Kim quickly averted her eyes. Shego strolled over to the small table and set down their plates. Kim sat down opposite Shego as the pale woman began to devour her breakfast with as much eagerness as she had wolfed down the pizza the previous night.

"I would assume you would be stealing to keep yourself fed and sheltered," Kim commented, watching the speed at which Shego ate.

"Umffn," Shego replied, knitting her eyebrows together. She swallowed heavily before continuing, "What part about staying out of crime do you not get?"

"Umm… the staying out of it part?" Kim asked, poking her eggs with a fork, "I thought you loved crime. What could be more important than crime?"

Shego clattered down her knife and fork and looked up at Kim. Her eyes were smouldering with intensity.

"My mother, okay?" Shego snapped, "She's sick. I can't go to prison in case… I need to be around to see her."

"Shego," Kim exclaimed, surprised at the soft side of the villain. Shego glared at her.

"I don't want your sympathy," Shego shot back, "Anyway, your place was a dump so I cleaned it up a bit while you were sleeping the day away."

"I noticed… Erm, thanks," Kim replied. Shego nodded and returned to eating her breakfast. Kim began to wonder if any money Shego did have went to her mother's care.

"So why were you running the other night?" Kim asked. Shego looked up suddenly before forcing her face to look neutral.

"People were after me," Shego said with a noncommittal shrug.

"Are you okay, Shego?" Kim asked, "Are you safe?"

Shego shrugged again, looking nonchalant. Kim bit her lip. She was worried for the woman. While Shego had never been her friend by a long shot… they had always had some kind of intense connection. Kim didn't want anything bad to happen to Shego.

"You can stay here a bit longer if you want," Kim offered before even thinking. Shego glared at her.

"Not a charity case," Shego replied bluntly.

"Look… How about you just stay for as long as these people are after you," Kim offered, "Assuming that its not the authorities after you for a crime."

Shego snorted.

"Of course its not," Shego retorted, "What about being around for my mother do you not understand?"

"Well…. How about you stay while people are after you," Kim put a finger up as Shego went to interrupt, "In exchange for keeping this place clean and making meals."

Shego looked incredulous.

"You want me to stay at home and cook and clean for you?" Shego said slowly, her fork loosening in her hand.

"Yeah," Kim replied earnestly.

"Like your little housewife?" Shego replied in shock, still speaking slowly.

Kim blushed at the thought and choked on a mouthful of egg. She shook her head and regained composure.

"Not really… More like a roommate that helps around the place instead of rent," Kim recovered. Shego still looked disbelieving.

"Do you trust me Kim?" Shego asked, putting her knife and fork down. Kim looked across the table at the pale woman. They had fought for years. Caused each other quite a few injuries. Kim even bore a few scars from fights with Shego, and she was sure that Shego bore some from her too. But despite all that… Kim could just tell that Shego was being straight with her.

"Yeah, yeah I do," Kim shrugged. Shego looked down.

"I dunno, maybe for a bit," Shego muttered before snapping her head up, "But that does not make us friends, Princesss."

"I know," Kim replied with a smirk. Some things would never change.

Kim swept through the air, kicking Monkey Fist squarely in the chest. He flew into a wall before crumpling on the ground.

Kim snatched a small amulet from Monkey Fist before putting her knee in his back and binding his hands and feet.

Mission complete.

"When will you give it a rest, Possible!" Monkey Fist spat out in his prim British accent, "You can't possibly keep up with all of us forever. Not without your foolish sidekick."

"I think I'm doing just fine," Kim smiled as she waved down the incoming police.

Inwardly, she was exhausted. It was her third mission of the day and she hadn't had time for lunch. It was now nearing 10pm and her stomach was growling. She was desperate for food and rest.

:BEEP! BEEP!:

A big rig truck pulled up and a friendly face waved at her.

"Ride home, Kim?" the trucker called.

"Aw, thanks Sal!" Kim replied, springing over to the truck.

"It's the least I could do," Sal began, as Kim jumped into the truck.

It was an hour's drive before Kim made it back to her apartment, exhausted.

As Kim opened the door, she was hit with a delectable aroma of some kind of stew. Kim walked in, stunned by how her apartment was even cleaner. The heat was up high and Kim felt her cold hands begin to loosen up.

"You're home late," Shego commented, walking up to her with a plate of food. Kim tried not to let her jaw literally fall open. Shego was wearing short torn denim shorts and a very revealing singlet. Kim found her eyes glued to the woman's body.

"Its warm in here," Shego shrugged, "Figured you would be cold after being out all day."

"Yeah… Yeah I am…" Kim mumbled, still staring at Shego's body. Shego smirked.

"It's stew on the menu tonight, Princess, not me," Shego winked, pushing the plate into Kim's hands as Kim broke out in a heavy blush. Shego returned to the kitchen and began doing the dishes as Kim sat down on the couch and began to eat. She shook her head slightly as her blush began to fade.

She wasn't embarrassed about her attraction to women. But it was beyond awkweird to be caught checking out Shego. Kim focussed on her stew. When she finished, Shego simply strolled over, plucked the bowl out of her hand and took it to clean it.

With a full stomach, Kim leaned back in the couch, her eyes beginning to get heavy. Shego jumped over the back of the couch to land beside Kim, barely startling the redhead.

"You mind if I watch an action movie?" Shego asked, grabbing the remote. Kim made a barely intelligible mumbling noise as her eyes finally dropped shut.

Kim awoke, feeling incredibly warm and cosy. She vaguely became aware that she was not in her bed and that her arms were wrapped around a warm and toned body.

"Wha?!"

Kim jolted, realising that she was spooning Shego on the couch. Her face had been nestled older woman's dark hair, which smelt like cinnamon. Kim was blushing at how good Shego's hands had felt resting on Shego's toned stomach and how good Shego's ass had felt pressed against her.

Her jolt evidently woke Shego who fell off the couch and rolled into a defensive stance, lighting her plasma.

"What the?! What's going on?" Shego growled, looking around wildly.

"We… Er… We fell asleep together," Kim said, turning beet red again. Shego cocked her head to one side, taking in Kim's blushing appearance.

"Oh no…" Shego began, shaking her head and raising her hands.

"What?" Kim asked, scooting forward to sit on the couch.

"Nup up up up," Shego continued, shaking her head, "You are so not getting into my pants."

"Shego!" Kim exclaimed, reddening further, "I'm not- I'm not trying… To do… That!"

"Oh no?" Shego asked, quirking an eyebrow, "Taking me in? Getting me to do all these little wifely duties for you? Falling asleep watching a movie with me?"

"Oh my God Shego! We have a deal, that's it!" Kim countered, "I'm so not trying to do anything like that!"

Shego extinguished her hands, observing Kim's embarrassment carefully.

"Fine… Because it isn't going to happen, okay?" Shego growled, turning on her heel and walking to the kitchen.

Kim watched her walk away slowly, her eyes running down Shego's body with longing.

So thats it for the first chapter! Who bugged Kim? Will Kim keep her word to Betty and let her know that she knows where Shego is? Who is after Shego? Is Ron going to come back? Lots of questions to be answered!