I don't own Kim possible, or any other property i may use in this story, just borrowing...
"And lastly I just want to say I think Ron taught us all something, as for me he taught the most painful lesson of all; as he once said about nap time in Pre-k, you don't what you have until it's gone." Kim said to the assembled people at the synagogue for her best friend's funeral.
"With Rabbi Katz's approval I think it's time to say goodbye. If Colonel Tilton and his men would please step forward, it's time to go." Kim said shakily as seven marines in full dress blues stepped forward draping an American flag on Ron's casket, and taking the handles lifted it up onto their shoulders.
Ron's mother, father, and Kim led them from the synagogue to the hearse. The procession was enormous as almost all the people they'd helped over the years had turned out, and/or donated money to help with the cost.
"May he walk in perpetual light this young man taken from us far too soon. " Rabbi Katz intoned as the casket was lowered into the ground. Kim couldn't take it anymore she'd been strong for everyone else's benefit for a week, but this was it she was never going to see him again. Her lip began to shake, the tears came despite her, and finally she wept like a child into her father's shoulder, as the torrent of grief spilled out all at once. The marines present gave Ron a twenty-one gun salute. The flag had been folded and presented to his mother by Kim earlier.
Gloria had always said Ron was going to get himself killed following Kim around; ironically it was by Bonnie's older sister who was texting and driving.
Kim went to his grave after everyone left and she regained her composure. The last person she expected to be there was there as well.
"What are you doing here, Shego?" Kim asked arms crossed.
"Paying my respects, what's it to ya?" the woman asked testily sporting a black eye and taking a sip from a hip flask.
"What are ya drinkin'?" Kim asked sitting next to her.
"Bourbon." Shego replied.
"Don't suppose you're willing to share? Never liked funerals much." a heavyset man with long salt and pepper hair with matching goatee asked leaning on a cane.
"Who are you?" Kim asked.
"A friend of your parents." the man replied.
"I've never seen you before." Kim said.
"And God willing, you never will again." The man replied enigmatically as he set a fast food cup next to Ron's head stone.
"Your protector is gone Kimberly, you best be careful out there, it's a cold scary world outside of Middleton. You're welcome." The man said as he turned to walk away.
"Wait I don't understand!" Kim exclaimed getting up to follow him.
"You will, give it…thirty six hours." The man said checking his watch; a breeze blew his suit jacket open to reveal a handgun tucked in his waistband. Kim stopped.
"And Shego, get yourself checked for breast cancer, it runs in your family." The man said walking away.
"Spooky." Shego said taking a drink.
"No kidding. What happened to your eye?" Kim asked.
"Gloria Stoppable has a mean backhand." Shego said.
"Oh yeah she does." Kim replied.
"She smack you too?" Shego asked.
"Blocked it, but it would've hurt if I didn't." Kim said.
"So why you?"
"Chain of events, he followed me which led to you, makes perfect sense. I'd take her over his dad, he used to box." Kim shrugged taking the flask and giving it an experimental sip.
"Bleh, you could run a car off this stuff." Kim said handing the flask back.
"It's an acquired taste." Shego said.
"Can I ask you a question?" Shego asked.
"Sure, why not." Kim replied.
"How come you and Stoppable never dated?" Shego asked.
"Life and my dad got in the way." Kim replied.
"But, your butt rocker is just hunky dory? Your dad is a shitty judge of character." Shego said frankly.
"He knows what's going on he isn't stupid the week I stopped talking to him he said Ron nearly killed himself…" Kim said sadly.
"No shit?" Shego asked surprised.
"Yeah, I'm a bitch, I took him for granted, and I always assumed he was going to there. I'm going to take that to my grave, Shego."
"Whoa, whoa, you aren't going to do something stupid on me are you?" Shego asked.
"I didn't know you cared." Kim replied sarcastically.
"Kim, it's over no website, no more chases across roof tops, no more heists gone wrong. Dr D's goin' straight." Shego said.
"You're kidding." Kim said.
"Global Justice gave him an offer he couldn't refuse." Shego replied with a shrug.
"And you?" Kim asked.
"I'm going with him. We've been doin the nasty for like six months now." Shego said.
"There's an image I soooo did not need." Kim said plainly.
"Yeah, sorry." Shego said.
"Whatever, at least you're getting some on a regular basis." Kim said.
"As if you aren't." Shego replied with a nudge.
"It's as if it's really all Josh has on his mind lately." Kim sighed.
"Uh, Kimmie, newsflash, he's a teenager." Shego said.
"Yeah, found this in my room." Kim said handing Shego a lyric sheet.
"Under other circumstances I'd be laughing my ass off…" Shego replied.
"Yeah, we're done he just doesn't know it yet." Kim said plainly.
"You going to kick his ass? You probably could, he's kind of a pussy." Shego said.
"One mission I took his dumb-ass on…" Kim said.
"Ya know? You're kinda cute when you swear." Shego chuckled.
"Careful those Kigo people on the internet might start getting ideas." Kim said.
"You're a little young for me…" Shego said.
"And I'm not a lesbian, so moving on…"Kim said.
"Gonna miss the sex?" Shego asked.
"Seeing as it formed the basis for our relationship, not really." Kim shrugged.
"Well, I hope it works out for ya, Cuz I gotta go." Shego said standing up and walking to the car that just pulled up.
"Have a nice life, Shego." Kim said waving.
"You too, and for the record, I'd have made him a man if you didn't. I owed him that much." Shego said getting into the car.
Kim went home and found her mother.
"For the record everyone was right about Josh." Kim said taking the paper from her pocket.
"Oh God, Kimmie." Anne said hugging her.
"I'm going upstairs, call me for dinner." Kim said.
"Dinner was two hours ago…" Anne replied.
"Oh, sorry." Kim said half heartedly.
"Josh is up there waiting." Anne said.
"Oh goodie, he won't be here long…" Kim said.
"Hey babe, you ok?" Josh asked upon her entrance.
"No, I'm not. You're a terrible composer by the way…" Kim said holding up the lyric sheet.
"Where'd you find that?"
"Under my bed of all places." Kim said.
"Ron was psycho." Josh said.
"Ron was right." Kim replied venomously.
"I take it that's it?" Josh asked.
"Get out before I break every bone in your body." Kim growled.
"Whoa, ok, ok Kim you're upset you're grieving…" Josh said and was interrupted by the racking of a shotgun.
"Now, Joshua, and don't ever come back." Anne said leveling a shotgun at him.
"Holy shit, Is your whole family crazy?" Josh asked as he was leaving.
"That song isn't getting on the radio anytime soon…" Anne said.
"Whatever." Josh replied.
"You make trouble for my daughter over this and I will find you Josh Mankey, I'm a surgeon I can make it look like an accident all too easily." Anne said evilly. Josh gulped.
"Hey, it didn't work out." Josh shrugged.
"Understatement of the year." Anne agreed
"Mom I don't want to freak you out, but there was a creepy guy at Ron's grave. He said he knew you and dad." Kim said after Josh left.
"Creepy, like how?" her mother asked.
"He left a fast-food cup at his grave. I thought it was kinda poor taste, I mean at least he coulda used a Bueno Nacho cup. He also said something about my protector being gone." Kim said.
"Was he about your father's height, heavy set, with long hair and a goatee?" Anne asked.
"Yeah, he had a cane too, who is he?" Kim asked.
"Did he say anything else?" Anne asked, with a look that worried Kim.
"Yeah, you're welcome, when I told him I didn't understand, he said I would in thirty six hours, which kinda freaked me out." Kim said.
"Stay here. I'll microwave something for you." Anne said heading down stairs.
The race was on, Anne called a different number she never hoped she'd have to.
"Hello?" a female voice asked.
"Yes, may I speak to John Lynch, please?"
"Regarding?"
"Tell him Dr. Anne Grey would like to speak to him."
"Ok….Mister L! Phone!" the female voice shouted.
"Terribly sorry this is John." A man said.
"I'm calling in that favor John." Anne said while tossing some leftovers into the microwave.
"Annie? It's been years…."
"I'm serious this isn't a social call." Anne said bluntly.
"What do you need?"Lynch asked.
"Kimberly is going to manifest in thirty six hours give or take…"
"Anne, the gen factor isn't an exact science." Lynch said.
"It is when Nicky Weaver is involved." Anne replied.
"I thought he was dead." Lynch said plainly.
"Apparently not." Anne replied.
"So, what do you need from me?"
"Someone to keep her out of Ivanna's hands, of course." Anne said.
"Anne, I'm kind of full up at the moment."Lynch said as a commotion was being raised in the back round.
"I'm sorry but who does the maintenance on your cybernetic eye, John?"Anne asked coolly.
"Ok, ok I'll make room." Lynch conceded.
"Thank you John when can I expect you?" Anne asked cordially.
"Tomorrow afternoon." Lynch replied.
"Great, see you then, bye." Anne said hanging up. She took the plate up to Kim.
"Kimmie, we have to talk.." Anne said as she entered Kim's room.