"It's a family heirloom; I think my great-great-grandfather's journal has the story behind it." Trinity mused as she held up the necklace, the end of it spinning slowly. It was that of a crystalized monkey tail shaped in spiral. "I found it digging around the attic…weird, isn't it? Looks like moving towns had some purpose to it."

"M-m-monkey!" Ron stuttered as he stared at the necklace.

Kim patted Ron's shivering hand before looking up. "That looks interesting. Are you going to start wearing it or was this just show-and-tell?"

The trio, well quadro if you counted the naked mole rat, sat at Bueno Nacho. Trinity had moved to Middleton a few months back and had taken quickly to Ron's smooth silliness and Kim's can-do attitude – although the latter part was far less quick. As nice as Kim was, she lacked the certain…relaxed vibe that Ron had. The vibe that Trinity wanted, needed. She was stressed, tired, and worn out from the past couple years of constantly moving town to town; she needed someone to make her laugh like Ron did.

Given that Ron and Kim were a package, Trinity adapted to Kim.

"I'm not sure," she sighed as she placed it on the table. "I've thought about wearing it but…it feels weird. I need to go re-read that story before I do. Rufus, be careful with that." The naked mole rat chirped to show he understood as he examined it closer.

"Why?! Why would you want to do that?! It's a mummified monkey tail!" Ron exclaimed as he trembled.

Trinity smiled a little bit as Rufus held it up to the light, "Actually it's in a crystal, not technically mummified I guess. And it's a family gift...I want to keep every last bit of my history, of who I am close to me." There was an awkward silence between them. Her family, in short, had fallen apart; drugs, alcohol, violence, jail, and simple cowardice seemed to take away her family members.

Before anyone could speak again, the familiar beeping came from Kim's Kimmunicator. As she picked it up and opened the video chat with Wade, her tech dude, Trinity slurped on her soda while Ron did the same with his nacho cheese. With the trauma of monkeys forgotten temporarily, Stoppable's appetite came back full force.

Trinity reached over and picked up the necklace again now that Rufus had put it down. Like master, like pet, she supposed. When her thumb ran across the spiral tail, much like a snail's shell, she shivered slightly. She needed to find out what the history of this was, just in case. While she didn't fear opening an umbrella indoors, she certainly had the common sense to be weary of curses and superstitions.

"We'll be right there Wade." Kim looked up and explained, "There's a situation at the New York Museum of Art. Monkey Fist was seen on the cameras at their new exhibit after hours."

Ron's teeth started to chatter again, his skin losing what color it had. As he stammered about his phobia again, Trinity slipped her necklace into her pocket before nodding at Kim, "You know, I could go with you and spare Ron the extra trauma."

"Um, I'm not sure I…think that's a good idea. I mean, you don't really know how to fight." Kim's face pulled that usual grimace of hers.

The girl grinned as she nodded at Ron, "Neither does he, really. If he can walk out usually unscathed and with some lost pants, I think I can do the same – but keep my pants on, I mean." When Kim still looked hesitant, Trinity pressed on, "Seriously Kim, let me go with you. I have no homework, I'm finally unpacked, and I have nothing to do except eat nachos…and my waistline does not need that nonsense."

"Yeah, let her be productive." Ron mumbled, clearly having had enough monkey for the day.

Finally Kim gave in.

"I remember bits of what you told me about Monkey Fist." Trinity muttered as they got to the museum. "How he became what he is and…well, the rest I can figure out by his name. Why do you ask?"

Kim stopped at the roof entrance – no doubt the same way that the monkey lord got into – and looked back at her friend. "Just stay safe and out of the way…he knows how to fight." Trinity nodded and followed Kim's lead as they slid into the building.

When she landed on her feet, she snickered, "See? Kept my pants on." Kim gave her a grin before slipping off to go hunt down the monkey ninjas and their master. Trinity started to go to the other direction when she heard her family heirloom fall from her pocket. Nervous about losing it, she weighed her options carefully before deciding wearing it would be safer.

Trinity walked throughout the halls quietly, her eyes scanning the paintings around her; she was enjoying it so much that she nearly forgot why she was there after hours. After two hallways, she unconsciously started to run her finger over her necklace, over the spiral tail. She heard a noise, a scuff, and spun around. Who was that? What was that?

"…Kim?" She whispered, her hand wrapped around the necklace now. When she heard nothing back, she knew it couldn't be the cheerleader. She swallowed thickly and knew instantly it had to be someone monkey related.

Trinity stepped close to the wall before she continued her hunt. It occurred to her as she peaked out around a corner that she had no weapon, that the only thing in her hand was the necklace she was wearing. How would she defend herself? Call for Kim? Run away?

When she peaked around the corner, she saw a shadow moved and jumped back. She looked straight ahead and gasped, her hand shooting to her side, when she saw a body before her. This body lacked red hair, green eyes, and a determined, perky attitude. In fact, the body in front of her was a little taller than her, incredibly toned and cloaked in black, and had wild black hair. The hair wasn't just on his head though, it was on the back of his hands and on his bare feet.

"Oh." She exhaled as she realized who he was, as she realized she was standing in front of Monkey Fist. It felt surreal, that was probably why she didn't scream or react or run. She just…stared.

It took a couple seconds for Monkey Fist to move, also adjusting to what was before him. His hand moved up, Trinity didn't think to even flinch, and his fingertip went over her necklace. They both shivered the gentle surge of power that she had felt at Bueno Nacho coming back two fold when the necklace was between their fleshes. Well…perhaps it was partly just his touch as well that made her shiver.

"Where did you get this?" He breathed out softly in disbelief. He had an accent – if Trinity recalled right, he was once called Lord so he had to be British – and his voice was crisp.

Part of Trinity, more than part of her that is, knew that she should be very afraid of this man. She should run. Scream. Run while screaming. Yet she did nothing but stare and breathe. Though her body was tense, she felt no need to panic. "My…great times three grandfather…passed it down to me." Of course! It was a damn monkey tail in a crystal, of course he'd be attracted to it. But…why? He didn't seem the type to be fond of ornaments for adorations sake; he was barefoot, his hands rough, and his clothes simple.

His fingertips were still on it. They were still staring into each other's eyes. They could have been mistaken for part of the art, in fact. Finally she swallowed thickly and asked a dangerous question, "Why…do you ask?" She paused. "Uh…sir?"

And then it hit them both at how ridiculous this was. Trinity leaned away and Fist took his hand back. "Give it here, girl." He growled and held out an expecting palm.

The command infuriated Trinity who, on threat of having the last piece of her family history and self-taken away, snarled, "Fuck you!" It was a bit loud, louder than he spoke, and echoed. She had taken half a step closer and away from the wall in order to look intimidating.

As soon as she spoke, he moved. His expecting hand slapped across her mouth and he stepped forward, shoving her into the wall with a soft thud. Monkey Fist's free hand gripped her shoulder and his brows furrowed with a dark frown on his face. Trinity finally felt the fear she knew she should have felt, but hadn't so far. Her eyes widened and her heart sped up.

A moment felt like an hour. His eyes narrowed into suspicious slits while his hand that covered her mouth slackened. "Who are you anyway?" Was this a Kim Possible wanna-be?

His hand had pulled back just enough to let her speak but stayed close by to silence her if needed. The girl inhaled shakily, the man's scent of spices bringing her back down. "Trinity…I'm…" Should she say she was with Kim?

"Are you trying to steal something? Dressed like that?" He had an uppity, snide tone as he looked down at her. His hand fell to her other shoulder, his grip just as slack.

His warmth relaxed her – something she knew she shouldn't do, but ignored. Her lips twitched into an annoyed frown before responding, "No actually, I'm not. I'm with…"

Before she could finish the sentence, he caught on. Fist's grip on her shoulders suddenly tightened to the brink of pain and he hissed, "Kim Possible!" He leaned closer, their bodies pressed tight together. "She won't stop me this time! Where is she?!"

"O-ow!" Trinity shrunk as her face scrunched in pain. "I-I don't know! Really, we split up when we got here!"

"And that buffoon?! Stoppable, where is he?!" His grip seemed to tighten even more at the thought of Ron – how funny.

"Ouch, you're hurting me!" Finally Trinity remembered how to use her hands. She grabbed his wrist and twisted them, knowing she'd give him as much of a bruise as he was going to give her shoulders. "Ron didn't come, I came instead. Now let me go!"

Monkey Fist grimaced at her actions, stepping back and releasing her now that he knew there was no real threat – so far. "Give me the necklace…Trinity." He went back to the reason why he hadn't just knocked her out to begin with.

She blinked and stood up straight now that she was free. Trinity shook her head and grabbed her necklace, holding the spiral tight. "No. This is the only thing connecting me to my past…no." When she saw the change in his eyes and stance, knowing he was about to attack her, she finally did the smart thing: she ran.

All her air was going into breathing, she didn't even think about running. When she turned her second corner, she yelped though, running into a band of small monkey ninjas. They grabbed her and spun her around just in time to see Monkey Fist walking up slowly.

He had that same smug smirk on, his hands behind his back as he walked over. "Well then Trinity…I think you're lying. I think you are really a pathetic thief. How can Possible be here and not show up right now, hm? Where is she to save you?" He stopped in front of her, reaching out to take the necklace by force.

Panic overcame her and she moved without thought once again. She leaned back on the monkey ninjas holding her, kicking Monkey Fist's hand away before she finally screamed. And cue the red headed cheerleader – just a couple minutes late.