Author's Notes: Retarded piece or work I made today. I think its still lovely though in its own disgusting way. One shot... I think. Its random too... don't write stories at 3 in the morning when you could fall asleep at any moment.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible.

Summary: The jewel has been kidnapped by a master thief… yeah yeah, stupid metaphorical summary I know.

Ransom! At the wedding!

The white veil was draped on her head and the dress was neatly in its place, adorned on her curvy body. It was of course also colored a pure white, followed by matching heels for long sexy legs. His black and white tuxedo was on and his best pet buddy was in his side pocket. A grin, which depicted his happiness and nervousness, was plastered on his adult face. The young man stood by another man dressed in black who was holding onto a matrimonial book by his side. Guests were littered all over and the church was bustling. Wedding planners and caterers ran all around, rockets that mysteriously popped out of nowhere flew here and there across the air, and the old organ player tuned up his instrument with random melodies all at the same time. It seemed that chaos ruled the day, or at least this wedding.

Originally the private ceremony was to only include a hundred people which were mainly close friends and family, but word somehow had gotten out that the world famous duo were going to wed. News reporters and various other medial professionals showed up to broadcast such a usually quiet event. That was not all though, people from all parts of the world that had been saved from peril at least once a time by the to-be bride, arrived immediately to see the joyous event.

Of course if common people with a radio or basic television set knew of the wedding as common knowledge, it was absolutely known throughout the villain underworld ring; especially by those who had been scorned by the bride in previous years. All of them plotted for this day and were ready for their revenge, all of them except one. Too bad no one had been in contact with that particular villain for a deathly slow four years.

Everything seemed perfect for the wedding between Ronald Lawrence Stoppable and Kimberly Anne Possible, at least that was what everyone seemed to be saying. 'A match made in heaven' were Mr. Dr. Possible's exact words about his daughter and her long time childhood friend. Mrs. Dr. Possible just wanted her daughter to be happy in life with the one she truly loves.

At this point though, with the sad expression on the red head's face, Mrs. Dr. Possible was unsure of what the cause of this. It was her wedding day, the day young girls dreamed of in their childhoods, when girls moved on to live with the man of their dreams, when life would be complete… Kim's sullen reflection stood rigid and her mother decided it was another one of those mother-daughter bonding moments.

Mrs. Possible, now in total motherly mode, ushered all the bridesmaids and extra people out of the dressing room. They protested it, but the head bridesmaid- a woman by the name of Monique, gave them all a stern look and got everyone out of the hair of the two Possible women. The older red headed woman made a self-memo to later thank the young African American friend of Kim's for that, but at this time it was important to have a talk with her troubled looking daughter.

She made her way over to the stone-like bride figure that was her daughter. The worried mother pulled up an idle chair from the side and sat on it. She then rested her hands over her daughters' and looked into the young lady's eyes.

"Kimberly." There was no verbal response from the red head dressed in white, but she turned her head to face her mother. Sorrowed green eyes met concerned blue ones. Without a word being said, Mrs. Dr. Possible knew what was wrong and was grateful that motherly intuition helped her out. Now talking to her daughter would be the hard part.

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Meanwhile, a lone figure garbed in a sandy colored cloak stood upright with a pair of an ocular device in hand: waiting, planning, and smirking all the while. Thanks to the already bustling atmosphere and sheet of protection from the dark, no one noticed or would notice that an intruder was amidst.

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A set of colorful fireworks erupted in the dark night sky, which signaled the beginning of the ceremony. The crowd inside the church became silent and the procession began. The blonde haired man waiting at the alter removed his hands from his pocket and stood up tall. This is it…KP- I mean, Kim and me, finally together. A small smile spread on his lips as he turned to gaze at the ever-familiar entity starting the ceremonial walk down the aisle with her father.

Mr. Dr. Possible couldn't be happier. His lovely daughter was going to be given away by him to a great young man-not just some rowdy boy! The Dr. turned to take a quick glance at his little kimmiecub, correct, now a beautifully matured young lady. A tear almost escaped his eye but he caught himself just in the nick of time. Possible men didn't cry, well not at weddings, no matter how much it made them feel old and out of the loop. He frowned for a second from his musings and decided that he would tell his wife how thankful he was to have her not leaving him for some young, hip (did girls still think of hip as a cool word?), salsa-dancing males. A fleeting memory of Senior Senior Junior shimmying at the state penitentiary almost made the Dr. feel ill, either from the repulsiveness or the hilarity of the matter. A small nudge from the lady on his arm, snapped Mr. Possible out of his thoughts and he realized that the trip down the alter had just finished. It was time to let his Kimmie go, and that saddened him more than it made him happier to see her go off with Ronald. Before standing aside, the Dr. gave his daughter a kiss and nodded at the groom. A small tear escaped his eye, but he brushed it off.

Kim now stood at the alter, facing her to-be husband Ron Stoppable. He was smiling softly at her, while all the while trying to really pay attention to the rambling of the preacher. That made her smile back, something she had only done twice that day. She was glad that her mother had talked to her earlier, but it wasn't that she didn't want to get married; it was just…some strange feeling. A feeling she couldn't bite off. Ron was a great guy and she was glad that they were friends, but she had… regrets. I didn't meet anyone else. The reason I'm with him is because I guess I never found anyone else… and even if I did, it's far too late now. I can't just ruin this because of my stupid feelings…As soon as the smile had faded from her face; a guilty frown plastered itself on her face. The red head stared at the ground, not wanting Ron to be insulted by her frown.

Ronald did notice, but decided that it was just nerves. Yeah, we're all nervous… like you say,' its no big'. He mentally sighed and turned to look at the preacher's matrimonial book for a few moments. Kim's sullen face rose up to do the same action. She tuned out of her mental thoughts to hear where they exactly were and how much time was left before she was going to be called Kimberly Anne Stoppable. Time had seemed to sped up all of a sudden because it was not long before the preacher had finally asked if Ron had wanted her to be his lawfully wedded wife.

"Do you Ronald Lawrence Stoppable, take Kimberly Anne Possible to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

He answered clearly without hesitation and flashed a smile straight at her.

"I do."

The preacher looked pleased, then he turned to face Kim almost anxiously, as if he hoped secretly that she would say no or something outrageous. The bride felt a pain in her heart; she couldn't do anything like that to her best friend who had just seconds ago confidently said I do in front of more than half the world. The red head felt drained as she waited for the preacher to ask her the same question.

"And do you Kimberly Ann Possible, take Ronald Lawrence Stoppable to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

The red head was about to answer with a weak smile on her face, she was trying to imitate how Ron had said 'I do' so perfectly. Well, it's all or nothing now Kim…

She would say yes, and try not to hold any regrets.

"Y-", Her answer though, never came. At that moment a loud noise of glass shattering resonated through the church. Everyone turned to look at the place of where the sound came from, a window near the almost 60ft ceiling. And were shocked at what they saw. Ron just stared, while Kim felt a flurry of emotions and thoughts of escaping raced through her mind. Is this what I've secretly wanted?

The intruder was clad in what looked like a Black Latex Full Body Suit with boots and gloves. Adorned on the trespasser's waist hung a Black Leather Holster currently occupying what looked like a pistol. As for identifying the face, everyone was out of luck. A black ninja mask with symbols in red or gold decoration covered the most of the intruder's face, with the exception of the mouth. Currently a full smirk was on display along with a hauntingly familiar "arms crossed on the chest and slight lean" pose.

Without a moment of hesitation, the intruder jumped down somersaulting through the air perfectly. When they reached the ground on their feet, the trespasser bolted towards the alter. In a blink, the ninja like prowler was standing right next to the bride and groom, a smirk was nowhere to be seen though. Instead a frown was put on and a few words were spoken. "You know… I thought this was going to be harder. I guess it's not like the old days; Global Justice has lost their reputation in my book. Back then they used to actually put up a fight," the voice was rich and familiar to Kim, but she couldn't put her name to who it was.

In the passing of another second, the intruder leaned closer to Kim's ear and whispered something barely audible. The red head caught it and light bulbs went off in her head… Shego, she's, she's here.

"Remember the good old days… Princess?"

The crowd of guests had all remained dangerously still. It was not that they could not do anything, but the Global Justice had vowed to not let anyone or anything ruin the celebration. The people gave faith to the GJ before, but now after this intruder who boasted about conquering the agents, weren't too sure if they would survive if they were to do something against this ninja.

Ronald Stoppable felt anxiety overtaking him, so much anxiety made him unable to move, something which only a few people knew. This sudden attack made him unable to move, no matter how much he wished to move and save Kim from the bastard who ruined their wedding! He felt anger and rage but was unable to do anything. This intruder had done something that had made him scared, and this piece of news got Ron really mad. Grr, once I can move my damn body again, I'll kick this cocky bastard's ass…

Before Ron could think of anything else, in one fluid motion the thief had taken off in a blink of an eye. A thief indeed for the prized jewel was gone. Kimberly Anne Possible was gone, and so was the cocky thief.

Back up GJ agents swarmed through the church and were greeted with glares from the guests. Sobs could be heard from somewhere in the building, and the obvious frustration ran thick in the atmosphere. No longer was anyone safe, not if some thief could waltz in a highly guarded area and take away the world's greatest heroine, during her wedding at the least! This was an outrage, and the people would not hear of it. If the world's best organization was defenseless, then the people will fight, with their strengths and their numbers. And in the end, they will win.