I always wanted to do a KP/Psych crossover, so here it is. Completely Redone.

I own nothing. Kim Possible is owned by Disney.

Psych is owned by USA Network.

The song I Know, You Know is owned by The Friendly Indians. (Great song)

Enjoy.

Chapter 1 - Heightened Observational Skills

June 4, 1999 - Middleton, Colorado

It was afternoon, and the diner was filled with people, sitting at the counter, eating, drinking and talking with each other. In the middle of the diner, were two people. The older man, obviously the father, was dressed in a full police officer uniform, and he was currently off duty for the next few hours, and sitting across from him, was his ten year old son, wearing a red and orange shirt, with blue jeans and sneakers. The waitress was making another round, but was still a little ways from them.

"How goes school, Ron?" Ron's father, Henry Stoppable asked

"It was great, but the treats was stolen, and Bonnie Rockwaller tried to get me blamed for it." Ron complained as he continued to eat.

Henry chuckled. Both families has been rivals for a long time with no sign of it letting up, ever since a misunderstanding a few years ago. "How much trouble did the Rockwaller girl get in?"

"She got into a lot of..." Ron stopped in mid-sentence and looked at his dad with shock and surprise. "Wait! How did you know it was her?"

Ron's dad just tilted his head a little as he leaned back. "I got a call from your teacher, but the details were rather sketchy at best." Henry took a drink from his cup, then put it back on the table. "Care to tell me your side of things?"

"Ok. Here's what happened..." Ron said as he started on what happened earlier that day.

-Flashback-

Everyone was sitting in their desk. There was supposed to be a last day of school party, but someone had stolen the treats, so everyone was to remain seated until whoever had taken it came forward.

Mrs. Whitmore was a woman in her mid thirties and had been a teacher for the last few years and never had a problem like this. She had replaced the pervious teacher when she moved here last week, due to retirement, so she didn't know any of her students.

She slowly walking passed the desks until she passed Bonnie's desk, which Bonnie handed her a folded piece of paper, while keeping her head face down on her desk. Little did she know, Ron had saw it.

When Mrs. Whitmore went back to her desk, she unfolded the paper and read it.

'It was Ron Stoppable. He did it.'

Ron seemed like a nice kid, but Mrs. Whitmore didn't really know anything about her students. She looked up at Ron, who had his head on his desk, looking at Bonnie with somewhat of a irritated expression. It was well known throughout the entire city that the Stoppable and Rockwaller families didn't get along with each other.

"Ronald." Mrs. Whitmore called him.

Ron lifted his head and looked directly at his teacher."Yes, ma'am?" He asked.

"Can I speak to you for a second?"

Ron gulped. He figured that Bonnie tried to put the blame on him. He clearly had no alibi when the theft taken place, because Kim Possible, his best friend since Pre-K, was sick and wasn't at school, so he was on his own.

Ron went to Mrs. Whitmore's desk. On his way, he clearly heard Bonnie snickering. When he shot Bonnie an agitated expression, he thinned his eyes as he noticed was an almost unnoticeable strand of cobweb in her hair, a small amount of dust on her skirt, and it looked like something had tugged on her shirt, making a rather small hole. The palm of her hands looked a little red, almost as if she was pulling at something but the redness was somewhat faded, as well as a brown smudge on her lips, that he didn't know what it was.

Ron stopped at his teacher's desk. "W-What do you want?" Ron asked stumbling over his words.

Mrs. Whitmore leaned forward. "I'm not really sure of who did it, and I know of how you and Bonnie don't like each other..."

"No matter what she may have said, I didn't do it." Ron tried to say as he interrupted his teacher.

Mrs. Whitmore shook her head. "I don't believe you did it, but you're the only one that has no one that can vouch for you..."

Ron couldn't remain calm. He turned to stare down at Bonnie, only to see her smug grin quickly disappear. "I know she did it, but how?"

Ron turned back as his teacher was still talking. "...so unless you can provide me with proof that you didn't do it, then I'd have to punish you."

Ron's jaw dropped. He was nowhere near the building when the crime took place. Ron only wished that Kim was there that day, so he could have someone vouch for him. Ron was about to say something, but stopped. Time seemed to slow down as he remember when he walked past Bonnie. The cobweb, the dust, the small hole in her shirt, her hands, and brown smug. She didn't have all that before school started.

When Ron remembered all of this, something clicked in his head. He had his evidence, but he thought that it won't be enough to help him, so he wasn't sure if he should even mention it. All he needed to figure out was the 'how' part. How did she get into a locked classroom? He started to try and piece everything together. Looking around, he didn't see anyway in. Every possible entry was inaccessible, but one.

Ron looked at the ceiling. The ceiling was designed so that the Maintenance crew could get up there and fix a problem. Also through it, you could get into any room in the building. One of the ceiling tiles, Ron saw, was slightly out of place. And on it, the same brown smudge that was on Bonnie's lips.

Bonnie had always bragged that she had years of intensive training in ballet. In a matter of a few seconds, Ron had pieced it together. The 'how' part, became crystal clear. Ron had to play his hand very carefully, otherwise everything would backfire and it would become very messy, very quickly. If he played it carefully, Ron would have some fun.

Ron made eye contact with Mrs. Whitmore. "I'm sure Bonnie is to blame for it, and I know how she did it." Ron made sure he said it loud enough for Bonnie to hear.

Bonnie let out a hmph at Ron assertion. "Do you actually expect us to believe that you didn't have anything to do with it? You're the only one that no one can speak for. And the box was found in your desk."

Ron turned and face the entire room, then nodded. "That's true, but how could someone get into a locked classroom? There's only one way." Ron pointed up to the ceiling, but more specifically, the area with the brown smudge. "And that's where Bonnie made her entrance."

Bonnie scoffed while rolling her eyes. "What proof do you have?"

Ron smiled, then spoke. "They never clean up there as best as they should, and apparently, you don't either." Ron had gotten Bonnie steaming, and she glared at him like she wanted to harm him, severely.

Mrs. Whitmore didn't seem to be convinced. "Do you, or do you not have any proof, Ronald?"

"Yeah, Stoppable." Bonnie said in a taunting manner. "Where's your proof?"

Ron walked around the classroom and stopped next to Bonnie's desk. "When you crawled through the ceiling, you had came from another room and climbed down using some rope. When you got in here, it took a while to find the treats, but after you found them, you made sure to made it look like that I did it, then climbed back out and made your get-away."

Bonnie looked amused as Ron came to an end. "We're still waiting for the proof."

Ron raised his hand to his forehead and started concentrating, his eyes mostly closed. "I know that if we look into your backpack, we will find the rope.

Through his eyes, Ron saw the very brief look of surprise, but Bonnie quickly moved on. "Oh, give us a break, Stoppable. Just admit you stole those donuts, and let's get on with class."

Ron became irritated. "I didn't steal..." He started but was cut off.

"Wait a minute, Bonnie. Since when did I ever say what treats I got?" The teacher suspiciously asked.

At that moment, everyone in the entire room glared at Bonnie, and she shrank back into her seat. She didn't seem humiliated. Irritated would be the perfect word.

Mrs. Whitmore pointed towards the door. "Bonnie, report to the principal's office."

Bonnie stood and giving Ron a threatening glare. "I will get you for this, Stoppable." She hissed, then walked out of the room.

"I look forward to that." Ron replied, sounding very calm.

End Flashback

"...and then, Bonnie got into a lot of trouble for not only stealing, but climbing into the ceiling and was suspended for a week." Ron came to the end of his story.

Henry just chuckle slightly. "I think you might be slipping, Ron." He snatched a bite from his place.

Ron shot an indignation expression at his father. "I am not slipping.."

"Yes you are, Ron. You were almost nailed for something you didn't do." Henry swallowed his food, and took a drink. "Criminals will always try to put the blame on the most likely suspect. You may not be so lucky next time."

"I am not slipping, dad." Ron said, expressing the 'dad' part. Ron's eyes darted over to the counter and on the desert tray on the counter. "And I bet you a fudge cake."

Henry thought about it for a few moments, then a slight smile crossed his face. "Close your eyes." He commanded.

"Dad! I don't wanna-" Ron started to complain, but his father interrupted him. Ron didn't think that he would have to do something that annoyed him, a lot.

"If you want to make this bet, then you better close your eyes now." His father sternly ordered.

Ron sighs, but his father just stares him down. Ron sighs once more, this time in defeat and then raises his hands to his head. He places his fingers to his temples and closes his eyes.

Henry looks slightly up, then back at his son. "Which letter is out in the EXIT sign?"

Ron didn't have to think about. "The 'X' is." He announced in a bored tone.

Henry thought about another question, then spoke. "What color is the vinyl?"

"What's vinyl?" Ron asked in confusion.

"Ah, it's the stuff these seats are covered in." Henry casually informed his son.

Ron concentrated harder on the answer, then it came to him. "Red."

Henry raised an eyebrow. "Maroon, but it was close enough. What's the manager's name?"

"Who?" Ron asked.

"She's wearing a nametag. The woman standing by the front door when we first walked in. You saw her." Henry reminded his son.

Ron sighed and thought back to when they walked in the diner, and was thinking of everything in his surroundings from the Juke Box, to the 'Coffee Shop' sign, from the people in the Diner to the manager and her nametag, which had her name. Ron smiles.

"Marie." Ron answered. "Can I have the cake now?"

Henry then leans forward. "How many hats?" He asked.

Ron sighs, a little frustrated. "Come on, Dad!"

"Ron, you want a piece of cake? How many hats are in the room?"

Ron shook his head, and sighed, then started to think very hard on every hat that he saw in the Diner. He started to count the hats that he saw, but one stood out. "Does a beanie count?"

"What do you think?" Henry asked of Ron.

Ron starting thinking as hard as he can. "Three."

Ron's dad rolled his eye. "You didn't describe them."

"That's not fair!" Ron complained.

"Time's almost up, Ron."

The Waitress walked up as Ron started pointing to each hat that he knew in which direction they were in and started to describe them, with his eyes still closed. "One has a flower, the one the woman's wearing. One has a picture of some kind of a lion on the weird guy with the crooked tooth and the last one is on the chef."

"What about the beanie?" Henry asked.

"A beanie is a cap, not a hat." Ron casually replied.

Henry smiled. "All right. Open your eyes."

Ron opened his eyes and his hands dropped to the table. "Thank you!" He whispered.

"Wow." The Waitress exclaimed with amazement. "That's amazing."

Ron looked proud, and he smiles but it was short lived.

Henry just shrugged "Ah, it's adequate." His father casually said, but didn't seem impressed.

Ron's face falls, and his smile fades as his father didn't seem like he appreciate his gift, but Ron had still did what he was asked to do.

"Get him his cake." Henry said to the waitress.

The waitress smiled, and was non-the-less impressed. "I guess I know what you're gonna be when you grow up."

"Oh, I'm never going to grow up, ma'am." Ron smiled.

Exactly Ten Years later...
...give or take a couple days...
…still Middleton.

Ron Stoppable ran upstairs to his apartment, and he wanted to be quick. Ron was going to meet Kim Possible, who was his girlfriend, and needed to be ready. They had discussed going out to see a movie, which was in a little less then two hours. That was an hour and a half ago, and Ron was running late.

College life was harder then Ron had thought at first. It was a year after High School that he finally got an acceptance letter from Middleton Community College. To start the day off, he overslept, but managed to get to class and had to deal with the last person he wanted to see; Bonnie Rockwaller.

Even though Bonnie was a pain, Ron couldn't help but remember what he did to her, ten years ago. She was suspended for a week, and ever since then, she did what she could to make him miserable, without success.

Bonnie never really figure out how Ron had did it. How he had figured out, how she tried to get him in trouble. Bonnie thought that she had planned it out perfectly, but thought wrong. For a while, she watched Ron, and tried to figure it out, just without any luck. And when Ron got ninety-nine million dollars from his Nacho royalties, she saw it as her chance to get closer to him, but mostly because he had money, and lots of it.

However, Ron chose not to take notice of that, so he pretended that he was into her, but wanted nothing more then to send her to the other side of the world, to a third world country. That way, he would be rid of her, but on the other hand, he knew that if he did that, then he wouldn't be any better then her. Besides, that's not the kind of person he was. Ron needed someone to annoy, from time to time.

Opening the door, Ron walked past a table, putting the helmet he got when he bought a motorcycle, which he had bought a week earlier. His old scooter was destroyed during the Alien Invasion a few yeas ago, and he got a motorcycle sometime afterwards.

Ron dropped his backpack on the table. His backpack had hit the power button on the remote, turning up shirt, and blue jeans. Today, he decided to go with something a little different, then what he usually wore.

He was on his way out, when he noticed that the TV was on, and went to shut it off, but stopped when he noticed that it was a Local News Report.

The news reporter was currently talking to a middle-aged man with glasses, beard and a balding head. "…Karl, do the police have any leads at this time?" The News Reporter asked.

"We're at a loss. We really don't know what else to do." The store owner replied.

Ron noticed that Karl was fiddling with something in his hands, and that he wasn't making eye contact with the reporter. He was mostly looking at the camera, but not even at the reporter Something didn't seem right about this man, and Ron knew it.

"It's been a tough couple of days. We're basically out of ideas. Hopefully, the police will be able to crack this one for us." Karl finished, as he looked directly at the camera.

The reporter turned his attention to the camera. "Closing the books on The Middleton Computer Appliance break-ins could be just the olive branch needed to set things in the right direction…" Ron stopped paying attention as he reaches for his cell phone and started dialing 911.

It was ringing and Ron became impatient. "Come on, come on, pick up. I have somewhere to be." He impatiently said. To Ron, it seemed like minutes, but in reality it was only a few seconds until his call was answered.

"Middleton Police Department." Came a female voice on the other end.

"Finally." Ron thought to himself. "Uh, it's the store manager. He did it." Ron quickly said, but somewhat stammered.

"Pardon me?"

"Uh, the computer robberies? At the Middleton Computer Appliance store. He's on Channel 8 News, right now. Uh, his hands. Nervous tick. Dead giveaway. And he won't look the reporter in the eyes." Ron quickly said to the police officer.

"And your name is?" She asked.

"My name? My name is Ron Stoppable." Ron answered.

"And is there anything else to add tonight?" The police officer asked.

"Nope. That's about it." Ron's smile faded when he takes notice of the license plate of the van on TV. The tags had been expired for many weeks. "Actually, the tags on the News van are expired, but that's completely unrelated." Ron hung up the phone, grabbed his helmet, and quickly left his home.

In between the lines
There's a lot of obscurity

I'm not inclined
To resign to maturity

If it's all right
Then you're all wrong

But why bounce around
To the same old song?

You'd rather run
When you can't crawl

I Know, You Know
That I'm not telling the truth

I Know, You Know
They just don't have any proof

Embrace the deception
Learn how to bend

You're worse inhibitions
Tend to psych you out in the end.

As far as I'm aware, this is the first, and only KP/Psych crossover.

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