Chapter 1
It's Been A While

August 8th, 2013, Pasadena, CA

Kim walked into the recently broken into the storage lab that she and Ron had been given as a mission. They hadn't planned on taking one today, but the director had been insistent on it. The strange building with its many white doors was both secretive and secluded. The door to the particular lab storage had gouges near the lock and scorch marks, apart from that the lab's storage facility having some dust kicked up and blank sports; it didn't look touched. Ron sighed and pulled out his camera to take photos, a look of bored agitation on his face.

"KP, If we hurry this up, we can make it to that open house. Wade was confident that if we take the jet it will only take two hours."

"Ron, we will worry about it, after. I doubt it's going anywhere, there have been multiple opening in the area," said Kim, looking at the door frame, "Mr. Kibbler, do you know exactly what was stolen."

"I am afraid not, we rent out these facilities to various scientists and it's part of our contract not to pry, but there's open space where I know there wasn't any," said the tall bearded man had a deep monotone voice, "It's imperative we find them."

"But you don't know what they are," said Ron with a blank look, "Yet... find them... okay."

"Hmm, this looks familiar," Kim had been staring at the door for some time, she pulled out her scanner and tapped her watch, "Hey Wade, can you get a reading on these marks? There something vaguely familiar about them and the scorch patterns is at an odd angle. "

"Go ahead Kim," said Wade, his once rounded child face, now showing the forming of a beard, "This shouldn't take long. Any idea what was stolen yet?"

"No, they have no idea," said Kim, she rolled her eyes as Wade stroked his beard, "Don't do that too much or Ron will want one."

"I think I could pull it off," muttered Ron as he began looking at the objects closely.

"I would shave it off in his sleep," smirked Kim, Wade laughed.

"What does this stand for?" asked Ron, indicating to the symbols on all the items; a mutated silver solid eight forms with two marks next to it, "Kind of looks like a wonky butterfly. Looks kind of familiar."

"They are from the same Organization, but I am not allowed to tell you anymore," said Mr. Kibbler, nodding, "It is not allowed."

"Okay... don't know what is, cant know whose it is," said Ron, he looked at Kim, "We're not making it to the open house are we."

"Doesn't look like it," said Kim, Wade beeped on, "What's the Sitch."

"The scanner detected that it was a series of very sharp blades backed up by a plasma power source," said Wade with a grimace, pulling up old photos of similar results.

"Shego," both Wade and Kim said at the same time.

"Shego?" asked Ron, "I thought she gave up villainy and crime years ago. You know, the whole graduation thing."

"Yes, Ron... Aliens took over, Drakken and I got kidnaped... Drakken saved the world... yes, I remember," said Kim with a deep sigh, her annoyance flickered, "Maybe Shego got bored. It wouldn't be the first time. Wade, can we get whereabouts on Shego."

"That's a no go on Shego, Kim," Wade snickered, at his joke, "Unfortunately after Graduation, both Shego and Drakken's names and criminal records were wiped clean. I can't find Shego or Sheila Go anywhere in our database or the web. It's like she doesn't exist. Not even any of her other alias' are tracible."

"Great! No idea what it is... who it belongs too... and where our prime suspect is... Ron," said Kim, as she put her communicator away.
"Yeah, I'm canceling tomorrow's appointment," sighed Ron as he dialed on his phone, "What's another few weeks living at home."

August 12th

It felt like a dead end case, which meant it was Kim's new obsession and Ron was along with the ride. Whether or not Shego was involved, it was perplexing. The camera footage was too grainy and was taking Wade and his team forever to sort out, Safe Tech lab storage was doing little to help, the anonymous owners of the products had yet to reach out to them, and they had no idea what to even look for. It may have not been the most complicated cases they'd had, but something about this one seemed to make it a pressing need to solve.

"Any word on the case?" came the Director on her communicator, "They're getting restless. That storage facility has been known to hold some of the worlds most experimental and sometimes dangerous items."

"There's not a lot to go on. We have no idea what was taken, the facility is less than helpful, the owners haven't even contacted us," replied Kim, she sighed, "And our only possible suspect is untraceable."

"Whose the suspect?" asked the Director, looking at her own tablet.

"Shego, the plasma marks is her M/O but, but she's AWOL," said Kim, "We can't find any trace of her since 2007."

"Shego? Are you sure," the Director looked wide-eyed, "She gave up her criminal ways and reformed. In fact, she works here at Global Justice as fight instructor for Special Ops."

"Shego's, what?" asked Kim, Ron and her both looked at each other, "What, since when?"

"Roughly 2009, we tried reaching out to her shortly after the Lawardian incident, but it took ages to locate her in Greece. She joined up shortly after we managed to contact her. She trains the students in Sector 9," said the Director, "Are you certain the marks are Shego's?"

"No certain, but who else has plasma titanium claws? Why weren't we informed our former enemies work for the company?" asked Kim, she was taken aback.

"Well, it's not exactly priority to tell you everything that happens here at Global Justice, Possible. But if you hurry Shego should be still instructing a class at headquarters," said the Director, an edge to her voice.

"Can't you apprehend her?" asked Ron, jumping in.

"On what grounds, she's a valued employee and your acting on a hunch," said their boss, besides, I'm on vacation... starting... now. See you in two weeks."

"Well that's rude," said Ron, they both started heading back to their vehicle.

"Kim, I don't know why but I'm kind of excited to see Shego, kind of nice seeing an old villain," said Ron, he shrugged, "Reformed... former... maybe villain again."

"It hasn't been that long Ron," said Kim as they walked down the hallway to the training facilities.

"Over five years, Kim," said Ron, Kim froze.

"Whoa... It's been that long?" asked Kim, she looked shocked, "It hasn't seemed that long."

"Wonder which room she's..." Ron was cut off as a student in black flew through the halls, he sat there rubbing his dark hair.

"For the last time Paulson, you have to duck," came the exasperated and familiar voice of their former enemy.

Kim and Ron walked around the doorway to see the training room. A large padded room where three other students stood in practice stances, one female student was in an attack position; obviously, the one who threw the male one through the doorway. Though their focus was on the exasperated looking instructor. While Kim and Ron hadn't changed too much, save for a haircut, and a little height boost on Ron's end. Shego had. Her once black and green suet was replaced by a more modern dark and GJ logo's attire. Her wild long hair was shorter and pulled back, but one thing was the same; her attitude.

"Well well, if it isn't Team Possible," her arms crossed and she gave them her signature smirk, "What brings you two in my facility?"

"Hello Shego. We have a few questions for you," said Kim, as she and Ron walked into the room, "After your class is gone..."

"Listen, talk while I work, I have to get out of here on time today, and I don't plan on staying long," said Shego with a sigh, "Paulson, tell me what you did wrong. Actually...Jaspers, what did Paulson do wrong."

"He wasn't aware of his surroundings," said Jaspers; a tall, tan young man who had been stretching with a female student.

"Exactly, always be aware of your surroundings, right Kimmy," Kim looked up just in time for Shego to kick towards her, she blocked it and kicked Shego, who flipped back and landed like a cat on her feet, "See Paulson. Easy. You're actually in the class, and can't remember that."

"A little warning would have been nice," glared Kim, relaxing her stance.
"Listen, Kimmy, I can barely get this lot to do a roundhouse kick and since you've got to talk, you can help me work," said Shego, "What's your question? Paulson. Jaspers. Partner up with Lopez and Dwayne. Keep your guards up."

"Where were you August 7th and 8th," said Kim, seriously.

"Be more specific, time please," said Shego, glancing over towards the now sparring teams, looking at her watch.

"Between 10 pm and 3 am," said Kim, her arms crossed.

"I was otherwise engaged in a series of vigorous, physical activities followed by sleep," smirked Shego, her brows lowered.

"Nice," said Ron, Kim glared but Shego snorted and rolled her eyes.

"Why?" asked Shego, her smirk turned into a look of suspicion, and her guard went up.

"Your plasma print and claw marks were found at a facility break-in," said Kim, Shego looked shocked but shook it off quickly, her arms crossed.

"Listen, I don't know what you've heard but I am RETIRED from villainy," said Shego, "I don't exactly have time either."

Before Kim could respond or ask more, Shego turned away from them and walked back to her students, agitation on her face. Kim was about to continue talking when Ron's communicator went off. It was the symbol of the items that were stolen. Apparently, Ron had decided to have Wade run it himself to find the owner. Kim smirked, he was getting impatient with the case and probably lack of residence shopping.

"Got a hit, but unfortunately, not much information could be found," said Wade, "It's called the Monarch Institute and they work with environmental science practice. That's all I have. I have no contacts for any of the owners or even a direct location."

"Thanks," said Ron as he clicked off and sighed.

"Great, Wade can't find heads or tails of the Monarch Institute but the name," said Kim to Ron, "We still have no idea what was stolen and the security footage is far too grainy..."

"Monarch Institute," said Ron, "I heard that name before, well that explains the butterfly..."

"Did you just say the Monarch Institute," Shego had clearly been listening, but now a look of curiosity was on her face and something else.

"Ring any bells then, Shego," said Kim, she wasn't buying Shego's innocence, especially if it was a facility she knew about and Wade didn't, "Once the footage is pixilated, are we going to have to track you down again?"

"Listen Kimmiy if I wanted anything from that place, all I would have to do was ask," she shot a dark look, to her, "Listen, whatever storage facility that was clearly didn't want to admit the theft so you should be looking into them."

"They called Global Justice, clearly they have no problem admitting fault, so deflecting..." Kim was cut short.

"If the storage facility had called the Monarch Institute when this happened, you wouldn't be running around not even know what or who to inspect," said Shego, her hands flickered, but quickly diminished, "You would be there and had all your questions answered and you wouldn't be here bothering me."

"What do you know about the place?" asked Ron, Kim raised a brow, "Or do you know who we could talk too?"

"... Class dismissed!" yelled Shego with annoyance, "Let me go change."

It was sometime later they pulled in right behind Shego's speedy black Camaro. She was not waiting for them by any means; in fact, they'd practically had to run after her once she'd changed and walked down the hall. It was strange seeing Shego out of her old suet, but regular clothes were even weirder. As they got out of the car, they had to practically run to catch up with her. They were at a big white building covered in vines and large windows. Shego was clearing the double staircase, lines with various flowers by the time they caught up to her. The large butterfly symbol was on the front of the building, with no words, just the symbol.

"What is this place," asked Kim, watching as Shego's hand touched the flowers as they walked up to the second stairs.

"It's a government-funded research facility to create ecological solutions to environmental issues," said Shego calmly, walked through a large turn door, "The facility is self-powering and is dedicated to nearly no imprint on the earth."

"You know a lot about a facility that isn't even on the radar," said Ron, they walked down clean halls, a few people waved as they passed.

"Comes with my personal connection with the Owner," smirked Shego, something in her eyes cause Kim and Ron to glance at each other, "It's designed to stay off the radar for security reasons, same as why often inventions that are prototypes or on hold are stored elsewhere."

They walked up steps passed several rooms, including one with lab technicians and plants. Kim had to give this place its props, she'd never seen one so clean and sterile. She looked at the ceilings, large pipes ran down to a vat in a room they passed, and now that they had started going up she could see the roofs were covered in plants. Ron let out a low whistle, and Kim looked to where he was looking down over a room that had a storm clouds in it. She saw a wide grin spread across his face and he nudged Kim as if trying to say more.

"What's that?" asked Kim, indicating to the pipes rather than the clouds.

"The roof is designed to recycle water. It fills water reserves, then the system purifies it and it returns to natural waterways, " said Shego as they walked onto the landing to an office, a woman in a blue jacket looked up, and Kim saw an honest smile on the woman's face.

"I didn't expect to see you here today, he's down inspecting the weather generator," said the women, "I'll have Max tell him..."

"He already knows I'm here," said Shego as she let herself in the office, "Thank you, Lily."

"Do you need any refreshments?" asked the young women, Shego shook her head and she went back to her desk.

It was a large clean room, with a wall of windows facing the green roof gardens and solar panels. There were a series of flowers in the corners near the window that seemed to move with an unseen wind. Shego simply walked around the desk and began typing into the computer as if this was her own office. Ron began to look around the chic office, Kim noticed the grin on his face looking smugger.

"Do you work here?" asked Kim, a curious brow, Shego scoffed.

"Not if I can help it," she retorted, "I'm just making sure there were no emails unread about the facility break in... and as you can see... no calls from the facility. I put in the address you gave me, that is Storage House 27, the recently acquired one. No contact about the break-in."

Kim indeed looked at the computer screen, showing several facilities and all contacts with each one, the one matching the address showed only one outgoing call two weeks prior and confirmation on a shipment received on the 7th. Kim pointed to it, and the screen pulled up the shipment. It had been signed in the day before the break-in and showed four items numbers and a series of codes that Kim wasn't familiar with. Product keys perhaps.

"Something tells me that's what we're going to be looking for," said Kim, "Your friend going to be able to find out those numbers or images...?"

"I should hope so," they all turned to the door to see Drakken walking in the doorway.

He looked much different then they'd last seen him. Gone was the blue lab coat and mad scientist look, now replaced with an actual lab coat. His dark hair was cut and held a little more gray. Kim looked at Ron, who didn't seem shocked in the least that Drakken had just walked through the door. The weather machine, Kim could have kicked herself, it was Drakken's weather machine they had passed.

"Kim Possible... Stoppable," he said as if this was an everyday thing again, not five years, "How surprised I was to hear you two are working on a case for my missing property, that I wasn't informed was missing."

"Drakken?" asked Kim, he sat down behind the computer where Shego had stood and begun typing away, Shego's hand on his shoulder.

"I don't really go by that much anymore," he said casually, pulling up images on a large floating screen to show 3D models of four inventions, "This is interesting..."

"Elaborate, on what you're finding interesting," said Shego with a groan, he rolled his eyes.

"That's one of our older Control Domes. It's used to create a controlled 15 x 9 feet dome for an experiment on ozone repair and depletion. We stopped using it because we created an actual room which uses less energy to operate. The old Polinator6 model, this was used as a crop version of my Pollinator to repair damaged crops from chemical rain. An old seismic graph that really you can get anywhere nowadays, and this..." an image of a tiny gun pulled up, and Drakken looked concerned, as did Shego.

"What was that doing in the shipment?" she asked in a hushed tone, seriousness.

"Marketing issues, not making a great break, so it was one of the temp cans," he said with some regret, "At least until we can find a better alternative to get it on the market."

"It's the most needed and compact version," Shego responded, the two began more of a private business conversation, Kim and Ron shared a look.

"Uh, what does it do?" asked Ron, "You know, compared to the others. It's really cool looking."

"Well it was originally created for private use for the Pollinator incident to deter some of my side effects, but we were hoping to get it as a private use Insulin tool. Its needle is hair thin, so it doesn't break cells and cause any pain or marks," said Drakken, he clicked a button and Kim's communicator buzzed showing the files had been transmitted for her to view, as well as a list of all employees that would have come into contact with them.

"Have you been here all day?" asked Shego, Drakken nodded, nervously Kim noted, she had a slightly agitated look, "Downstairs?"

"The footage has been de-pixilated Kim," said Ron, showing his phone and the security footage now clean.

"From the break-in?" asked Drakken, he moved aside for Ron to plug into his computer.

The image showed the hall of the storage supplies, still a bit foggy, and someone in a similar black and green suite to Shego's old one with a hood and dark hair. It remained turned back from the camera the entire time, and with a flashing green glow and slash, the door opened. Two other shadowed figures went in with the first right before a flash of green killed the camera. At first glance, it looked like Shego had in fact broken in. Kim and Ron both looked at Shego, who had a true look of shock on her face before it turned to anger.

"Can you explain?" asked Kim, but Shego didn't even get a chance.

"That's not her," said Drakken as he slowed the frames, "Whoever that is, is shorter, and thinner."

"Excuse me?" asked Shego, her eyes narrowed, "Thinner?"

"I mean, you're athletic... and you have hips... that's..." Drakken looked panicked at the green women next to him, "Your not... lithe... but I am in no way implying anything... Sheila... Sheila?"

"Uhg," she tossed her hands in the air and started walking out of the room, waving her hand in dismissal, missing Ron taking a quick scan of her with his communicator.

"I'm going to pay for that later," muttered Drakken as he began typing on his computer, he glared at the two, "So glad to have you two back in our lives."

"What's that?" asked Kim, pointing at the frames, it showed a light flicker through the fabric going down the arms faintly to the hands.

"That's a chest piece," said Drakken, pulling up some more files showing a prototype file, stating un-fabricated, "It's not even started yet, it's a more energy efficient military test plate. Something that until fabrication deals are done, won't be made physical."

"Looks like someone didn't listen," said Kim, Drakken sent the files.

"Feel free to interview anyone you need and if you need any other files, call my direct number," said Drakken, who began typing frantically on his
computer to a mass email, "Lily will give you passcode cards to any room in the facility when you leave the office."

"Do you have any ideas who might take this and why? You know on a villain level?" asked Ron, Drakken slowed his typing, and looked up, at the floating 3D images.

"No idea who, but... A controlled hazardous atmosphere," he stated after a few minutes, "Toxic even. On this scale its not that threatening, but if someone managed to magnify it on even a city-wide scale. It could be catastrophic."

"Lovely," said Ron, Kim and he shared a concerned look.

"Is that all?" asked Drakken.

"For now," said Kim and the two left the office and stopped at the desk, "Lily, right?"

"Dr. Lipsky already sent me the email, give me a few seconds to print up your card," said Lily, she looked annoyed, "Really wish Max would stop playing with my settings when I'm not here. Here you go. These should get you into any room or storage facility. Just be careful in the red rooms, they are dangerous so wear proper attire."

"How long have you worked here?" asked Kim, looking around.

"A year," she said proudly, she looked at Kim skeptically, "Before you ask... No, nothing is strange about this place and I work here because it's clean, honest, and helping the environment. I am well aware of who my employers are and no, Kim Possible, there's nothing suspicious going on."

"That answers everything," said Kim, she was taken aback by the girl's defensive demeanor, "I take it you like your job."

"Love it," she grinned, "Pays well, it's clean, and they have a great dental plan."

Kim and Ron walked down the stairs with passes to the building in deep conversation. Kim was still in shock that this place was Drakken's. It did seem that in fact, Drakken had made a drastic life change... but Shego... she wasn't so sure. She had implied she wasn't around here often, which meant apart from her weekend work at Global Justice, she had all the free time in the world. Kim was reminded of the saying; An idle hand is the devil's plaything. Ron was looking at everything in detail as they walked down the steps, his eyes transfixed to the side behind Kim.

"Ron, what do you think?" asked Kim, "Coverup?"

"Hmm, I don't know Kim. It wouldn't make sense for Drakken to steal his own inventions, he could simply just recreate them at home if needed... and if Shego wanted them, clearly she can walk in and take them," said Ron, his phone beeped, "Besides, Drakken's right, Wade did a body scan. None of the people in the video is Shego."

"It wouldn't be the first time Shego had implored imposters..." Kim was cut off.

"KP, I really think that their not our suspects... at all," said Ron, he seemed to be looking behind her, "They've been out of the game for years and... well I see why."

"Hmm?" asked Kim, she turned around to see colors and lights in a room with toys, a Daycare.

Kim looked at it in confusion, until she looked through the glass a little more clearly. Shego. She was standing in there talking to one of the caretakers, at first it looked social. Then Shego picked something or rather someone up. The small dark hair of a little girl wrapped around Shego's neck. They watched her walk out with a little girl in a dress and bows around her neck and another girl of the same age on her hand. The one around her neck you couldn't see, but the little girl on her hand had fair skin, glasses, and large black eyes, and ranted to Shego frantically. They couldn't be more than four years old.

"Then what happened?" asked Shego as the little girl prattled on.

"We watched a movie on volcanos..." she prattled on, Shego gave a sharp look towards Kim and Ron before smiling at the girl talking as they left.

"Really?" she asked, the girl on her neck gave a green-eyed glare at Kim and Ron, very much like the women carrying her.

"Yeah, I'd say twins are a handful, KP," said Ron, Kim looked shocked, "Your mom would agree."

"Shego's a Mom..." it shocked Kim, "I never imagined Shego as a parent."

"I wondered about it a few times. You and I used to joke about Shego and Drakken being our parallels and when I thought about us having kids, it wasn't a hard leap," said Ron with a shrug.

"Shego and Drakken?" asked Kim, and she felt like she'd missed a vital shot of information and groaned, "How lame Ron, I honestly didn't even see that back there. Not that I'm shocked. How'd you catch it?"

"Please, Shego's hands didn't leave Drakken's shoulder's the entire time we were in there. Then the fact that Drakken recognized that a person who looked nearly identical to Shego to us, was for not Shego, simply by her body frame," said Ron, he smiled, "Not sure I could do the same..."

"You wouldn't recognize mine?" asked Kim, Ron looked shocked, "Really?"
"Oh... Don't we have an investigation to do," said Ron, looking around the room.

"Mmm, hmm," said Kim with a smirk as she walked with him, though her eyes lingered on the daycare.

To Be Continued