A/N: Well, I've been kicking this idea around for a while now; a KP-24 crossover, and I decided to finally just run with it. I hope you enjoy it. This is set sometime in season 4 of KP, sometime before season one of 24.

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Kim Possible: CTU

By Agent Stoppable

The following takes place between the hours of 7:00 AM and 8:00 AM

7:00 AM, Counter Terrorist Unit, Los Angeles (CTU: LA)

Jack Bauer looked around the conference table of CTU: LA, taking in the other people seated around it. Tony Almeida, Nina Myers, Jamey Farrell, Chris Henderson. George Mason was standing at the head of the table. Almeida and Myers were field agents, like him. Farrell was an analyst, the best they had. Henderson was the Special Agent In Charge, the second highest-ranking official in the room. Mason was the highest. He was the District Director of CTU.

George cleared his throat, "Okay, let's get started. At approximately 0525 hours today, a military base on the outskirts of the city was raided. Stolen from the base's stockpile were six tactical suitcase nukes. Security footage shows the raid was carried out by one person," at this Mason pushed a button on the laptop in front of him, causing a window to appear on the screen behind him.

It showed a woman in a skintight green and black jumpsuit with pale green skin and glowing green hands flipping into the screen, coming to a stop in front of a locker. The locker had fingerprint, voiceprint, and keypad security systems. Mason explained, "This locker, for obvious reasons had a heavy contingent of guards and all of the security systems had to be engaged simultaneously to open, and only two people were authorized to open any single mechanism. The guards were all incapacitated when the second shift arrived." Mason stopped talking as the woman's hands flared brighter. She slashed at the locker and the thick metal melted as if it were hot butter, "That metal was three inches thick," he added. She then pulled a small remote out of her pocket and pushed a button. Moments later a large black hovercraft crashed through the wall.

She proceeded to carefully place six black suitcases in the craft, and then flipped towards it. Mason paused the video so that her face was facing the camera. "We ran facial recognition on the woman and found that she has quite a record." He pushed another button and a brief profile appeared in place of the video. The image was identical to the woman who raided the military base. "Her name is Shego. Apparently she, indeed her entire family, gained superhuman powers, like those plasma hands of hers, when they were exposed to radiation from a meteor. We know that she is employed by a Dr. Drew "Drakken" Lipsky. It seems that the two recently escaped from prison. They were serving time for the Diablo incident a few months ago."

Henderson was the first person to ask a question, "What the hell were they doing with six suitcase nukes over there?"

Mason looked down the table at Henderson, "They were a temporary stop until a more secure location could be prepared. It was supposed to be a complete secret. Apparently that didn't work out as planned."

Tony, a look of extreme focus on his face, asked, "Did anybody manage to track that hovercraft?"

"No, it didn't even make a minor blip on any radar that was scanning the area at the time. It must have had some sort of cloaking device."
This was when Jack decided it was his turn to speak, "So we have no idea where this woman, and the six suitcase nukes she stole, went," it wasn't a question; it was a statement.

Mason shook his head, "Not at this time, but the decision has been made to call in a couple outside operative, ones who have experience with Shego and Dr. Drakken."

Jack frowned, "Who?"

7:25 AM, Stoppable House

The blonde teen was dragged awake by the slightly organized series of beeps that was indicative of a cell phone ring tone. Ron Stoppable considered ignoring the offending device for a moment. It was early, on a weekend, and the mid-December air was bitterly cold, even indoors with the heater working overtime. Grumbling the entire time, he rolled onto his back and reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the evil hunk of plastic. His demeanor brightened the instant he saw who it was that was calling. "'Sup KP?" Kim Possible, the beautiful, auburn haired, cheerleader/teen hero, had been his best friend since the pair's days in pre-K (and happened to be his girlfriend ever since the junior prom).

"Ron, I know it's early, sorry to wake you up like this on a Saturday, but Wade called me a few minutes ago. We have a mission. I'll give you the details when I get there. Can you be ready in ten minutes?"

"I'll be ready in five," Ron loved going on these missions, he got to spend some time with Kim, and he liked knowing he was saving the world…or acting weird enough to distract everyone while Kim saved the world.

"You rock out loud Ron."

"This I know."

He could practically hear his girlfriend rolling her eyes, "Alright I'll see you in five. Love you."

No matter how many times he heard that, he could never keep himself from grinning like an idiot, "Love you too KP," he said before hanging up. He leaped out of bed and proceeded to get ready for the upcoming mission. He put on a black shirt and black cargo pants, with two belts. That would have seemed ridiculous if anybody else in the world did it, but Ron's belts had a tendency to betray him and leave him pantsless at amazingly awkward times. Not that there ever was a good time to have one's pants disappear. He looked down at his pants, "Rufus, we're on!" At his words a small, pink, furless creature poked its head out of one of the pants' many pockets and gave him a remarkably good approximation of a thumbs up before promptly disappearing back into the pocket. Rufus, a highly talented naked mole rat, had been Ron's pet for many, many years. He could chew through almost anything, and hold his own in a fight for a good while. He could also speak simple, rudimentary words ("okay", "yeah", that sort of thing).

Ron ran downstairs and into his living room. He scribbled a quick note to his parents explaining where he went and sat down to wait for Kim. He didn't wait long before there was a knock and the door opened to reveal the beautiful Kim Possible. "Hey Kim."

"Hey Ron," she replied before leaning in to give him a quick kiss.

"So what's going on?"

Kim leaned against his wall and said, "Not really sure. Wade called me and said we got a hit on the site from a Ryan Chappelle. Wade said he didn't explain what he wanted, just that it was urgent and that he was sending a chopper to pick us up."

As if on cue, the unmistakable sound of a helicopter became audible and the pair stepped outside. The helicopter set down outside the house and a man in a flight suit jumped out and ran to them, "Miss Possible, Mr. Stoppable," Ron was mildly shocked, nobody ever remembered to greet him, apparently these people liked to know who they were dealing with, "I've been instructed to take you to Los Angeles so you can be briefed by Mr. Mason."

Kim spoke up, "Um, we were contacted by a Ryan Chappelle."

The pilot looked at the couple and cocked an eyebrow underneath his helmet, "Mr. Chappelle is a very busy man Ms. Possible. Mr. Mason will handle your briefing."

The two teens nodded and followed the man into the chopper. Within minutes, they were off the ground and on their way to Los Angeles.

7:38 AM, CTU: LA

Jack Bauer was furious. "George, you cannot be serious. You're bringing in two teenagers to help us find six stolen nuclear weapons."

George stared him down evenly, "That's right Jack, we, meaning about everybody higher up than Chris Henderson, decided that these two know Drakken and Shego the best and so have the best chance of leading us to them before they can use the bombs. We decided the gains far outweighed the potential risks."

"Fine, even if I grant that as true, you still expect me to run around, babysitting them while we're trying to find these bombs?"

"After their briefing they'll receive some weapons training," Mason stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"All they'll have time for is the most basic course. Anything else will be wasting time. And we need as much of that as we can get," Jack retorted as if it were equally obvious.

"Watch your tone Jack, I am still your boss."

"No, Chris is my boss," Jack had immense respect for Chris Henderson, the man who had recruited him into CTU.

"And I'm Chris's boss," the anger and frustration in his voice was a clear as the thinly veiled threat, "You'll follow your orders and you will give Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable your full cooperation."

Jack didn't respond, he just nodded once and stalked out of the conference room. He and Mason were the only ones left in the room, the briefing having ended several minutes ago.

After leaving the conference room, Jack made a beeline for Tony's desk, "Hey Tony."

Tony looked up as Jack spoke, "What's up Jack?"

"You're going to be setting up the weapons test for Possible and Stoppable when they get here right?"

"Yeah, that's right. Why?"

"When you do it I need it to be a level eight trial."

"Eight?" Tony's eyes widened in surprise, with good reason; level eight was the highest level of weapons trial there was, even the most seasoned agents had some trouble with it, "Are you sure? Did Mason approve this?" Tony asked the second question already knowing the answer; Jack had a reputation for completely bypassing his superiors when he deemed it necessary.

Jack groaned in frustration, "No, but listen, these two are going to be out with us in the field. We'll be going against terrorists with pretty heavy weapons. I've read their files, they're impressive, but sixteen styles of Kung Fu won't be much help against a hail of bullets. I need to know that I won't need to completely baby them while they're here."

Tony bit his lip, torn between the logic of Jack's arguments and his orders, finally, one won out, "Alright, I'll set up a level eight test."

Jack nodded, "Thank you."

7:50 AM, CTU: LA

Kim and Ron walked through the hallways of the Los Angeles branch of the Counter Terrorist Unit with guest passes pinned to their shirts. Kim looked at the guard that was escorting them to meet George Mason, "So…um…can you tell us where we are?"

The guard looked them over, "Sorry, I'm just supposed to take you to the conference room, I'm sure Mr. Mason will explain everything to you."

Kim and Ron glanced at each other, beginning to feel uncomfortable with their current situation. Finally, they reached the conference room. The guard knocked and opened the door, leaning his head in, "Mr. Mason, Possible and Stoppable are here."

They heard a voice from inside the room respond, "Good send them in."

The guard withdrew from the room and waved them inside. When the two teenagers entered the room, they were greeted by a man with a receding hairline and at least a day's worth of stubble covering his face. He shook both of their hands, "Ms. Possible, Mr. Stoppable, I'm George Mason, thank you for responding to our call so quickly. Please sit down."

They did and Mason followed suit, sitting across the table from them. "It's no big, we do this all the time. Now, not to be rude, but could you tell us where we are?"

Mason nodded, "Of course, this is CTU: LA," at the blank looks he received from the pair, Mason cleared his throat and explained, "Counter Terrorist Unit: Los Angeles branch. We were established by a subset of the Central Intelligence Agency after the 1993 World Trade Center attack. Our mandate is to hunt down terrorists, and their suppliers, within, and occasionally outside, the United States. We have branches in most major cities around the country and are headquartered in Washington, DC."

Ron spoke before Kim this time, "Wow! That is so cool," he immediately quieted down when he noticed the glare his girlfriend was sending his way.

Kim spoke this time, "Okay, but why do you need us. We don't deal with terrorists. We deal with mad scientists and things like that."

Mason nodded again, "Well, this time, our two fields seem to overlap at the moment," he saw that the two were intrigued and launched into an abbreviated version of the briefing he had given the CTU staff earlier.

I did it! I finished chapter one! I really hope you guys enjoyed it. Please send reviews; they sustain me. I'm not going to demand that you give me so many reviews; I would just really appreciate your feedback. Love it? Hate it? Want me to spontaneously combust for bringing this travesty into existence? Let me know. 8:00 AM to 9:00 AM coming eventually. I don't know when, but don't worry if I take a while. It'll show up.