Kim Possible and all related characters are the property of Disney. The concept for this story is my own though. If anyone wants to use this story or my characterisations in their own work, please feel free, but message me about it first please.
Chapter One
Hot Shot
"This is a pretty impressive resume Ms Director."
"Thank you sir."
"But I'm a little concerned about your attitude. You have several strikes here, not following due procedure, you border on the violent at times, according to your captain."
"I get the job done." She protested.
The chief sighed and put the dossier down, "Unfortunately, someone agrees with you."
"Excuse me sir?"
He fixed her with a hard look, "Let me make one thing perfectly clear. If it was up to me, after the stunt you pulled yesterday, you would be on suspension, following a full review of your performance." The young agent stiffened. "However, I received a transfer request this morning. It seems Global Justice wants you."
"Global Justice?"
"You won't have heard of them. They act as an international police force, mostly independent, and they need new agents. They want you, and there's very little I can do to stop the move."
"Yes sir!" She couldn't keep the enthusiasm out of her voice, and he didn't look very pleased at that.
"I don't have any more say over what you do Director, but please, just try and clean up your act."
She was hardly listening, saluting and already heading out of the door. Chief of Police Go shook his head and put the dossier into his out tray. It would be sent on to GJ by the end of the day. He just hoped that they would be able to hammer some sense into Betty Director's head. She had the potential for greatness, but right now, she was far too headstrong, far too concerned with bringing the criminals in than doing it right.
***
Betty went to her desk and started tossing possessions into the box she had been keeping at the ready for the last month. Even she had known her career in the Go City PD wasn't likely to last her for much longer. She had been hauled up before the disciplinary board more times than she could count, and the only thing keeping her on the streets was that her way worked.
At least GJ recognises. She thought as she emptied a desk drawer into the box, They must know that sometimes you gotta be hard to keep the peace.
Go City was a hard beat to work, criminal gangs roaming the streets, and the way the big corporations tried to run things, you'd be hard pressed to know who the real bad guys were. The Go City PD was corrupt to the core, and as far as she was concerned, they needed people to stand up and fight, rather than roll over and take a bribe.
Outside she heard the constant chorus of police cars leaving and returning. Some of them brought back perps, others brought back wounded cops, who would get patched up and sent straight back out. She hated this city. She hated the corruption; she hated the deaths, the drug dealers, the gang fights.
She finished emptying her desk and suddenly realised she hadn't waited to hear how she would be contacted. She spared a glance to the office inbox, and noticed that there was a large brown manila envelope, stamped with several red symbols. She went over to check it, and sure enough her name was on it as well.
She opened the envelope and nearly dropped the small computer that dropped out. It was highly advanced, she could tell that from a glance. The thing was tiny for one thing, able to fit into an A4 envelope. She searched for a button, but couldn't find anything. About to give up, she tapped the screen idly, and the device sprung to life.
What the? You need to touch the screen?
"Ms Director, you have been selected for the Global Justice program. Included on this datapad are coordinates to go to, as well as some required materials."
Datapad? She turned the thing over in her hands, Makes sense, I guess.
She tried tapping a few more things, and was rewarded when a map appeared, along with a small arrow at the bottom of the screen. When she touched it, the screen moved on to something a little more familiar, the black background and green text she was used to seeing on computers. The list was simple enough, but there were a few items she was a little surprised to see.
Pack and go home first, worry about list of strange items later. She decided, and added the datapad to the top of the box.
This was it. Everything she had done at the GCPD was stuffed into this one box. She was about to leave it all behind, but she couldn't feel anything for it. There was no one in the small office space to say goodbye to, and there wasn't anyone she particularly wanted to anyway. When she thought about it, there really was no reason for her to be standing in the middle of the office clutching the box and wondering what she was going to do next.
Resolved, she marched out of the office and down to the car park, where her motorbike was waiting. Time to blow this joint.
***
Her apartment was nothing special, all she could afford on a GCPD salary. One lounge area and kitchen, barely six foot square; a tiny bedroom and adjacent bathroom. She was fairly certain the bathroom was a repurposed closet, and all the facilities constituted a fire hazard. She came home and dumped the box on the floor next to a pile of dirty clothing, heading for the fridge.
Hooking out a carton of milk and scavenging some bread from the countertop she went to her room and jumped onto the bed, ignoring the scattered papers and case files, and set the datapad where she could look at it. Nibbling the bread to make it last longer, she checked the directions.
Okay, so I know where this is at least. It was an abandoned dock, not the first place she would have thought to have found an international policing agency, but whatever. She skipped over to the list. The first couple of items were fairly standard, things she would have included.
1. Clothing, long sleeved shirt and heavy duty trousers. Jacket recommended
2. Rucksack (empty)
3. Two pens
4, One HB pencil
After that it got a little odd
5. Two tweezers
6. Four hair pins
7. One strong elastic band
8. Two AA batteries (used)
I get the feeling this isn't going to be a normal interview process.
She definitely had everything on the list anyway, but she couldn't think for a second what half this stuff would be needed for. Unless they were going to drop her into a room and expect her to MacGyver her way out of it. She snorted with laughter. Actually, maybe that is what they're expecting.
Whatever, she would run with it. Whatever this job was, it had to be better than life on the force, that much she knew.
I've really left, haven't I? She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, What am I doing?
For a single fleeting moment she wondered whether she should call someone, tell them about what she was doing. That's a laugh, who would I tell? My brother? He was in one of the Go City gangs, he wouldn't care, and her parents...
She rolled onto her side again, that wasn't something she wanted to think about.
Night time was a long way off, but she closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind anyway. It wasn't often she got the chance for a lot of sleep, and she wanted to enjoy every extra second she got to rest.
AN:- A tiny bit of backstory is probably required. I had this idea a while ago, while working on some of my other fanfictions. The character of Doctor Director, who I had been using in the same way as the show originally did (little more than an ascended extra) struck me as being someone I could write about a little more, so I started to come up with this story, which would detail how a young Betty Director originally came to work for Global Justice.
Ages and dates of the story: if Kim Possible is 18 in 2007 (closest guess), then the character's ages work out as follows:
Kim Possible: Born 1988
Shego: Born 1978 (ish)
Doctor Drakken: Born 1965 (ish)
From here, I decided that Betty Director would be about the same age as Drakken, hence her birthdate is 1964. To those attentive viewers, this means this story is set sometime in the mid to late 80s, which I will try and represent as best I can, starting here with her surprise over such a small and advanced computer, and will continue later.
Also (This is a long author's note) I don't see any reason why Go City should not have been a lot worse back in the 80s. If we take the attitude that just maybe the reason it became so much nicer was because it had its own family of superheroes, then logically, before they came, things would have been worse. It's implied in canon that Shego was a little over-the-top in her treatment of criminals, which clearly served her well, and was accepted, when Team Go first started, which suggests to me that Go City was in much worse shape. (This is all just my opinion, of course)
And yes, the Hot Shot in question is Betty Director. She's gonna be a maverick in this story.