Disclaimer: Kim, Ron, Wade and Will belong to Disney. The kids belong to Kim and Ron. Bueno Nacho belongs to its' shareholders. Global Justice? Does anybody know who they work for? The story and the bad guys are mine.

Chapter 1

Crossing the Line

The sun was just peeking over the mountains above Middleton, Colorado when Kim Stoppable slipped from her sleeping husband's embrace and silently left their bed. He raised his head and watched, shaking his head as he said, "Ninja sense, Kimmie. You can't get away without me knowing."

"Go back to sleep, ninja boy. It's only 5:30 and you can sleep at least two more hours. I know how you hate to get up early."

"So could you. You're the boss now. You don't have to be the first one in the office every morning and the last one out at night. Besides I get cold in an empty bed."

"Mother nature's pajamas could have something to do with that."

"Well if you're not coming back to bed I guess I might as well get up. Come on, I'll wash your back."

When they arrived for their summer at Yamanouchi, Kim had been tweaked by the absence of a shower in their guesthouse. By the end of the summer, she had fallen in love with the bath. When they built their house, she insisted on a Japanese bath off the master bedroom. "No funny stuff this morning, Mister," she said as they slipped into the warm water. "I've got a staff meeting at 8 and need to make sure everything is ready. So just wash my back and I'll do yours."

He took the sponge in hand and went to work. "Keep your fingers to yourself," she giggled. He handed her the sponge and turned around. As she washed his back she said, "Ronnie, I had the ultrasound yesterday. It's another girl. I hope you aren't too disappointed."

"Who could be disappointed with a little girl certain to be as smart and beautiful as her mother," he replied. "Besides, there's still plenty of time."

"Hmmmph. Plenty of time. That sounds a lot like "try again" to me. Next life you get to be the girl," she laughed.

He got a silly grin on his face and whispered, "It's your fault, you know. Looking at you, how can I think anything but girl?"

She responded with a giggle "How about you hand me a towel so I can get dressed and make my meeting?"

On a secluded estate, three men were sharing breakfast. Don Marco DeCosta, his consigliere and a capo named Frankie. "We need leverage to shut down this investigation. This will give us leverage."

"With all due respect, Don Marco, I advise against this," replied the consigliere. "Dealing with another family this would be considered personal, not business. And we have no idea what the response might be."

"It's not another family. These people have rules to follow. They'll be so tied up in paperwork and fighting about whose job is what that they'll forget about us. Besides there's nothing links us to the target. We bought the driver and when he delivers the package we dispose of him. No evidence. Then an untraceable call from the other side of the country. What can go wrong?"

After Kim left, Ron dressed and waited while the kids were dressed. A little after seven he sat down for breakfast with them. Life was good for Ron Stoppable. With Monkey Fist out of the picture, he could now devote his energy to the things he really wanted to do. His wife was finally in a safe job she found both challenging and rewarding, and he was getting ready to open his first real restaurant. It seemed the world had finally decided to let him enjoy life. On his way to work, Ron took Miriam and the twins to his old preschool, now the Bueno Nacho day care center. Opening the day care center was one of the many changes he had made since becoming CEO. He arrived at his office with a full day ahead of him. In the middle of his third meeting of the morning, his assistant interrupted. Excusing himself, Ron went to his office and picked up the phone. He listened to the voice on the line, and replied, "I understand. I'm sure they're on the grounds somewhere. No, don't call anyone, just keep looking."

Life had kicked him in the groin again. The blade came unbidden to his hand. He reached for the phone and made three calls. A voice, which no longer seemed to be his said as each was answered, "It happened. All three girls. Respond as planned." By noon, anyone looking for them would discover that Ron Stoppable and Wade Load had dropped off the face of the earth. His second in command and a hand picked team were on board a private jet heading east across the Pacific. Global Justice was mobilizing.

Immediately after receiving the message on her private line, Global Justice's Deputy Director for Operations pressed the intercom. "Maria, I need you. Now." Her assistant quickly responded, pad in hand. "No notes on this one. I want the following agents in the briefing room in 15 minutes….."

The agents Kim named sat in the Director's briefing room, the same thought foremost in each mind. Something must be terribly wrong to require so many top agents for a single operation. Kim took her seat at the head of the table. "Ladies and gentlemen, I called you here because you are the best of the best. We have a major break in an ongoing organized crime investigation. Level 1 security applies to this operation. You will receive your orders directly from me, you will report only to me. You will not discuss this operation with anyone not currently in this room until it is complete. Tell no one where you are going. Pack for a two-week operation. We leave from the helipad in 30 minutes."

Senior Commander Will Du looked into the face of the woman he once called an amateur, and shuddered. In the years he had known her he had never seen such a look in her eyes. It wasn't worry, determination or anger. He'd seen all those many times. This look was different; it could melt steel. It was pure, unrestrained rage. "What's the mission?" he asked.

"This particular organization stepped over the line," came the icy reply. "Once certain security actions are completed, we will take them down."