"I had a spankin time tonight Ron."

"So did I…uh…I'm glad you did too."

They were BACK! Anne darted back from the coffee table and leaned back in the recliner, trying to discretely peek through the blinds for a good view. It still baffled her sometimes. She'd watched little Ronald Stoppable grow up alongside her daughter, side by side, like the dynamic duo. The Stoppables were like a second family to Kim and vice versa with Ron. And now the two tikes were coming from their date, being an official couple for the better part of three months. It had caused a bit of a stir in Anne's eyes in the beginning, a Grimm and a Mannschaft Falke. That…that could prove problematic to the rest of the world but…all it took was one date and Anne seeing the joyous look on her daughter's face for Anne to see the beauty of the pairing. In the grand scheme of things, no mother could object to her daughter dating a Mannschaft Falke. And Anne had a hunch that tonight would be the night.

"Honey, leave them be," James sighed from across the room. "She's going to think you're spying."

"I AM spying," Anne whispered. "Now SHUSH!"

Darn it; they'd gotten quiet. How was Anne supposed to share in one of the most important moments in her daughter's teenage life if they wouldn't be a little louder? Then she saw it! Ronald leaned in and the pair's lips met in an oh so tender kiss.

"Annie girl, give the poor kid some privacy," Amy barked from the coffee table. "Besides, since MY little girl is away for the weekend, you two invited me over to play Pictionary...so let's play already."

"Oh phooey on the both of you," Anne grumbled, retreating under her best friend's whithering glare and returning to the coffee table. "Come on James. Don't you remember how romantic our dates were?"

"Sure I do," James replied, returning to the living room with three cups of coffee. "But I can tell you without fear of contradiction that it would've been a whole lot LESS romantic with your mother watching us. Hell, she's so flipping nuts that for all I know, she probably was."

Well…James wasn't exactly wrong. Mom was extraordinarily difficult to be around at the best of times. And Anne would most definitely not have put it past her to stalk the pair of them in their youth. But…this was peeking through a curtain, not hiding on a rooftop with a listening device. Her and Kim's relationship was worlds better than Anne's relationship with her mother.

"Come on," Amy yanked her foot and pulled her off the chair. "She'll be inside in just a minute and then we can play teams."

As if on cue, the front door opened and three heads turned as one. Kim entered, looking thoroughly euphoric. Almost as if in a trance, Kim hung her coat on the peg, tossed her bag beside it and headed towards the stairs.

"That you Kimmie?" James asked.

"Uh-huh."

"How was your date?" Anne inquired with a smile. That a girl Kimmie!

"Uh-huh."

"We need a fourth for Pictionary," Amy offered.

"Uh-huh."

Kim traipsed up the stairs and the trio listened to the faint footfalls and shutting of Kim's bedroom door. Anne turned back with a thoroughly satisfied smile plastered across her face. Her baby girl was growing up. By her estimate, something monumental had happened. Oh, they made such an adorable couple.

"I've got to go talk to her," Anne jumped up and made a move towards the stairs."

"You SIT," Amy barked and made a faster move. "Jim, if she makes one step to follow me, chain her to the wall."

"Humph," Anne pouted as she returned to the living room.

KPKPKPKPKPKPKPKP

For the briefest of moments, it felt like the entire world stood still. All that existed was Kim and Ron. Then their lips met. Things off slow but as the intensity increased, things began flowing naturally, almost as if this…this was second nature to them. It was like…it was like each was the perfect complement to the other. Ron gave a slight shudder, prompting Kim to open her eyes…awwww. Ron was so nervous…or possibly excited that he couldn't control his woge. But as Kim looked on that face covered with soft brown feathers and that hooked nose, something struck her.

He's perfect, Kim thought to herself. He's the most perfect boy in the world and…and… "And I think I love you."

Oh…CRAP! Had…had she just said…what she thought she…said?

"K…KP?"

As much as she didn't want to, as much as her heart screamed out "NO", she backed away and turned her frightened gaze on her boyfriend. No…nonononononono; that was…that was…things had been going so well and…she didn't want to put too much pressure on him for fear of ruining the friendship they both so deeply treasured and… "Ron…Ron, I'm sorry. It just popped out. I…"

"You…you love me?" Slowly, even with a face covered in feathers, Kim began to realize that it wasn't fear or anxiety on his face. It was…oh…oh man! Ron…Ron looked…relieved. He looked happy. He wasn't going to run. He was…

"KP, I…I love you too!"

Those three words washed over her like a warm bath. He…he loved her…he loved her back?

"I…oh I love you Ronald Stoppable," Kim breathed, gazing longingly into those gorgeous brown eyes that seemed to hold her gaze like a beam. "I…I was afraid that…that if I said it, you would…"

"Shhhh," Ron put two fingers over her lips to silence her. Kim was usually the take charge one in the relationship but…right now she felt like putty in his hands. "I love you Kimberly Possible. I mean…well, I'd hoped for a more romantic way to do this but…"

"What…what are you talking about Ron?" Kim practically gasped. "This was one of the most romantic nights I've ever had. I mean, the boardwalk at sunset? You had that candle-lit table prepared," Kim reached into her purse and pulled out the stuffed pandaroo Ron had won for her. "And blowing $8 in game tokens to win my little friend here?" She heaved a contented sigh, leaning into her boyfriend's arms and planting a kiss on his now human nose. "I just can't seem to stop saying it. I love you!"

Ron smiled and wrapped his gangly arms around the athletic redhead, happily returning her kiss. "I love you Kim Possible…oh man, it's almost ten. If I don't get home soon, Mom and Dad are going to kill me. Call you tomorrow?"

Kim eagerly nodded her agreement and watched as Ron climbed onto his scooter and drove off, waving back and narrowly missing the big oak tree at the front of the driveway. Ron was such a GOOF…but she loved everything about the man…her man. And…he was her Gene Kelly and…she his Debbie Reynolds. She turned and went into the house, oblivious to the world around her. She vaguely thought she hung up her coat and going up some stairs and before she knew it, she was falling backwards onto her blue comforter, the framed picture of she and Ron at Tara's Halloween party clutched in her hands.

"It was just like in the movies," Kim gasped, hugging the picture tight to her chest. "I am a girl in LOVE!"

…KNOCK…KNOCK…

Kim's eyes popped open and darted to the door. WHAT was wrong with her inner monologue tonight? Then like a shot, the last few moments cascaded over her like an avalanche. She'd come in and Mom, Dad, and Aunt Amy lobbed a few questions her way. And the whole time she had this love drunk look on her face, acting like some Ziegevolk's thrall. Was…was it Mom…or Daddy? Mom was just so freaking…encouraging with her and Ron…and she had NO idea how Daddy would react…

"Kim? It's Aunt Amy. Can I come in?"

Oh thank God! Aunt Amy was about the only adult in the world Kim felt safe confiding in right now. "Come in." The door slowly swung open and Aunt Amy took a seat next to Kim on the bed.

"That was quite a sight," Aunt Amy smiled, patting Kim on the tummy. "Now unless I missed my guess, did two star-crossed lovers just give each other…the word? That little four letter 'L' word?"

How…how did she…was it that obvious? Kim started struggling to get up but was forced back down onto the bed.

"Now hush; your Mom's not the only one who can perform a diagnosis," Aunt Amy replied matter-of-factly. "Sixty seconds after entering our dorm room, I knew your Mom had kissed your dad for the first time. I knew they first said they loved each other ninety seconds after your Mom entered our apartment…but I had a cold at the time so I was a little slow. Now…how do you know that you love him kiddo?"

How…how did her Aunt do this? Was it a Fuchsbau thing? Talk about frustrating. But…it was a fair question. "Well…I just…do Aunt Amy. When…when I'm around him I…I feel like…like that's exactly where I'm supposed to be. It's like he gives me more strength than I ever thought possible. As long as he's by my side, there's nothing we can't do together. And when…when we're apart," Kim chanced a look at the picture held in her hands. "When we're apart, he's always there, in my mind. Everyone at school…when all they see is a cheerleader and a gamer and they wonder why…they just don't see what I see."

"Hooo boy," Aunt Amy smiled down at Kim. "You got it bad little girl. You really DO love him; no doubt about it."

"Are…are you going to tell Mom and Daddy?"

"Do you want me to?"

Man, THIS was why Aunt Amy was so cool. Kim could literally tell her anything and it would remain in complete confidence. "I'll…I'll tell them tomorrow. Am I still invited to play Pictionary?"

"Are you kidding? We'll wipe the floor with those two."

KPKPKPKPKPKPKPKP

Kim awoke to the sound of birds chirping. She cracked an eyelid and saw the light shining through her open window. Shucking off the covers, Kim stretched the kinks out of her limbs and heaved a contented sigh. A new day; it was a new day in the next chapter of her life and she was ready to face this glorious day with all of the cheery "kim-ness" as her friends called it, that she could muster.

Pancakes! Unless Kim's nose was very much mistaken, it was the smell of Mom's pumpkin pancakes that was beckoning her down to the breakfast table. A stack of pancakes drowned in syrup, a tall glass of cocoa-moo…and this had all the markings of Mom trying to bribe Kim to talk! Which…yes, she'd said she would tell them in the morning but…Mom didn't have to act like Kim was so easy to buy.

"Morning Kimmie," Mom greeted as Kim entered the kitchen. "How'd you sleep?"

"I slept fine," Okay…Kim could play this cagey. "Mom?"

"Hmmm?"

"What's with the pancakes?"

"Why Kimberly Anne, I'm surprised at you," That mock look of indignation had to be a thing you mastered after having kids. "Here I am, trying to do something NICE for my family! What did I do to deserve such a suspicious child?"

"Well I learned from the best," Kim shot back, pouring a glass of the chilled cocoa-moo on the table. "I…I told Ron…that I loved him."

There was a clatter as the handful of silverware Mom had been carrying skidded across the floor. Kim turned and saw her mother's eyes were as big as saucers. Unbelievable; Mom had to be one of the deadliest people on the Eastern Seaboard and she was getting mushy over her daughter's romantic night with her boyfriend. "Did…did he say…"

"He was a hair away from saying it himself," Kim smiled as she took a sip of cocoa-moo.

"Oh Kimmie," Mom ran up and wrapped her arms around Kim in a matronly embrace. "I'm so happy for you. I can't wait to tell your father."

"MOM," Kim shot out of her seat.

"Oh relax missy. I'm only teasing."

One would certainly hope so. Kim reluctantly shared her dating life with Mom, mostly giving her small stuff to keep her quiet. But Daddy of all people getting updates on Kim and Ron's relationship? Ugh! Who were next, Jim and Tim?

"So what's your plan for today Kimmie?"

"Not much," Kim replied, digging into the syrup drenched pancakes with gusto and savoring every bite. "Tara and I are having a digital lunch with Mon."

"Digital Lunch?"

"Yeah," Kim replied after swallowing a particularly delicious bite. "We get a bite to eat at the food court and then talk with Mon via Tara's tablet. Anyway, I was thinking that. Then Aunt Amy needs me to mind the store while she goes to Upperton to pick up a new chest that she had shipped over from Europe. Then I thought I'd do some studying in the basement."

"Good Grief Kim," Mom patted her on the shoulder. "You spend more time with your nose in those books than I do. At the rate you're going, you're likely to have them memorized."

The rest of the family arrived in the kitchen. The tweebs brought up Kim's date last night, making kissy faces, and prompting Kim to seriously consider emptying the syrup bottle over their two heads. But Mom thought better of it and promptly told her two boys to knock it off and leave their sister alone. Still, Kim didn't want to spend any more time around those two pests this early in the morning than she absolutely had to. They were her brothers and she loved them but…eh, little brothers. What more could be said? Kim cleaned her plate, dropped it in the sink, and ran up to her room to take a shower. Entering her room, Kim shucked off her sweats when her cell began ringing. It turned out to be Monique.

"Hey Mon; how was it meeting Charlie's Grandma?"

"Oh it's wonderful," Monique replied. "She's like the matriarch of the whole family and she said I was a little dear. How's Momma?"

"She's fine; we played Pictionary after I got back from my date with Ron."

"Ooooooh, Girl; speaking of, how'd it go?"

"Mon, it…was…awesome," Kim breathed, twirling around and falling back onto the bed. "We…we both said the… 'L' word."

"ARE YOU KIDDING?" Monique gasped. "Girl, that's huge!"

"I know. It was just like I thought it would be. Listen, I need a shower bad Mon. Bump you back when I get to the Mall with Tara?"

The pair bid each other a temporary good bye and Kim retreated to her bathroom. Steam began filling the room as Kim activated the shower head. Throwing her shirt aside, Kim savored the feel of the hot steamy water cascading down her athletic body. As her muscles relaxed, Kim began thinking. Maybe she'd hit up the dojo after Aunt Amy's and before study time. Coach Peters had begun using Tai Chi as part of cheer practice and Kim had really taken to it, finding a dojo in North Middleton that specialized in the martial forms of the exercise. Apart from being very handy when it came to fending off certain Wesen of a "large" size, it just made Kim feel great. Maybe she could get Ron to start taking a few lessons. It could be their "couples" activity.

Climbing out of the shower and toweling off, Kim donned her fluffy pink bathrobe, Kim brushed her teach and completed her general morning routine. After much deliberation in her wardrobe, the ensemble of the day proved to be her favorite pair of Club Banana jeans and an Oh Boyz tee, finishing off with a light sweater.

"Hey Daddy, can I borrow the car to go to the Mall with Tara?"

Dad was sitting in the living room with his laptop and lobbed his car keys into his daughter's waiting hands. "Just pay me back for gas. Be safe and have fun."

A short time later, Kim was pulling her Dad's Hyundai Elantra into the mall parking lot. Tara's text enroot said she was running late at home and would be another half hour. That left Kim with thirty minutes all to herself. Where to go first? Heading inside, Kim immediately spotted Fine Edge Imports, a store specializing in bladed and exotic weapons, a favorite store of Mom and Kim as well. The store was owned and operated by Andre VandenHaas, a South African immigrant to the area. His family back home was renowned for their blade smithing back in Cape Town and everything sold in the store was shipped from the family factory.

"Ah, Kimberly," Andre greeted, stepping out from the back room. "A most splendid good morning to you."

"And to you," Kim respectfully bowed her head; strange for a blade smith to be so big on propriety. "Get anything new in?"

"Ooooh, for discerning customers such as yourself, I have just the thing," He smirked and retreated to the back room once again, quickly returning with an intricately painted case. By the looks of it, the box was Central Asian, possibly Hindu in design. Andre set the box down on the counter and carefully lifted the lid, revealing a set of three beautiful throwing knives. Lifting one out, Andre brought it under the lamp on the display case, motioning for Kim to get a closer look.

"I just got these in last week," He described, turning the blade over in the light. "They're modeled after Hindu Kantas, a favorite weapon of choice for skilled assassins in the region, easily concealed almost anywhere on your person. The blades are carbon steel and the hilts are the best quality hickory. Here," He delicately handed the blade to Kim. "Feel the balance and tell me what you think."

Kim hefted the slim four inch blade and made a series of subtle motions. A little longer than Kim was used to, her throwing knives were barely three inches in length, but Andre wasn't just blowing smoke. These beauties were absolutely perfect. The balance was absolutely superb. She could just imagine facing down a Hässlich with one of these and dropping the ugly brute at ten paces. The knife…it just felt natural, like it was tailored for her hands. But…Andre could be shrewd . What would he ask for them?

"They are good…but how much for them?"

"Oh Kimberly, you and your mother are preferred customers," He assured. That would've actually been believable if not for that twinkle in his eye. "For you, I part with all three and the case for…fifty dollars."

That was a little on the steep side. Kim did after all have to budget for food and gas after all. And Mom had always said that if you wanted to get anywhere with Andre, you had to bargain. It took some doing but Kim managed to walk out of the store with her dignity intact and the knife set in her bag for $40. All in all, that was a pretty good bargain in her opinion. They were still a little expensive but even getting $10 bucks off from Andre was a respectable accomplishment. After bumming around Club Banana for a while, Tara texted that she was entering the food court.

"Kimmie, you have GOT to tell me everything," Her friend barked as they got in line at Golden Dragon. "I got a text from Mon and…you ACTUALLY used the 'L' word?"

Yep; Kim knew Monique wouldn't be able to sit on that for long. Once the pair got their food and found a table, Tara dug out her tablet and brought up Monique on Skype. Once all were settled in for their video lunch, Kim proceeded to give the girls a play by play of the previous night. Kim's breath still caught in her throat when she described Ron's immediate and utterly sincere requited feelings.

"Oh Kim," Tara breathed, a fork full of General Tso's chicken inches from her mouth. "That's totally the most romantic thing I've ever heard. We're talking serious Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers or Gene Kelly and Cyd Charisse stuff."

"I know," Kim sighed dreamily, glancing over at the video arcade across the court where Ron worked. "He's my Tommy Albright." Looking at the arcade, she caught the briefest glimpse of Ron in his striped work shirt. Coming to a decision, Kim got up and marched through the maze of tables and ame to a stop at the entrance to the arcade. Where was he? She looked around the various consoles and spotted Felix Renton, Ron's best friend, gaming buddy, and coworker, who immediately spotted the redhead and guessed her purpose, motioning to the other side of the arcade where she spotted her boyfriend making change for a middle schooler. Kim weaved her way through the crowd and tapped the unsuspecting boy on the shoulder. The moment Ron turned to face her, she wrapped her arms around him and immediately captured those lips she'd enjoyed so much the previous night. Ron had often told her how great a kisser she was but in that moment, Kim put her heart and soul into that kiss, never mind the fact that they had attracted a very surprised audience. Sure, it had only been a little over twelve hours since their date but when their lips touched…oooooh, Kim could feel her toes curling inside her sneakers.

"I love you Ronald Stoppable!"

With that simple statement of fact, Kim smiled and walked towards the exit. The inhabitants were utterly flabbergasted by the obvious cheerleader marching into their domain and Frenching one of them, let alone expressing her love for him. Pausing at the entrance, Kim turned back and looked directly at Ron. She gave him a wink and blew him a kiss.

"Mon," Tara sighed into her tablet. "Our girl has it BAD!"

KPKPKPKPKPKPKPKPKP

She spotted the commotion in the food court immediately. And there she was, Kim Possible in the flesh! Middleton was only a brief stop, a way to kill time, and maybe a few Wesen if the opportunity presented itself. Who in her profession WASN'T familiar with the stinking cesspit that was Middleton PA? The city was famous enough amongst Wesen but she could care less whether or not Blutbaden got it on with a Ziegevolk. But rumors abounded that Wesen frequently got their claws into the normal human community, producing unholy half-breeds. THAT was absolutely unacceptable! The mere thought of the act made her skin crawl and threatened to turn her stomach. Her quest by the royals, a matter of mere convenience only but nonetheless appealing, would eliminate such a troublesome half-breed monstrosity…but if she could recruit Kim Possible as well? Even in the Old World, they'd heard about her coming into her powers. From such an illustrious family name, how could they not here? If she could recruit her, bring her back to Marseilles and away from this garbage dump of a town…she would be a splendid addition to The Order. She had to get a closer look.

Kim Possible seemed to be heading towards the video arcade. That was fortunate; the room was dark and littered with shadows. Kim Possible seemed to know exactly where she was going. An interest in video games was certainly a surprise in such a noble family as hers but she certainly wouldn't fault the girl. Everyone was entitled to a hobby and she certainly wouldn't have been the first in their profession to have such a…Oh! Well that was even more of a surprise. Kim Possible marched directly to one of the employees, a gangly blonde haired boy close to her own age, and without so much as a "howdy doo" kissed him like he was a lover.

"I love you Ronald Stoppable!"

She released her thrall and marched towards the exit, pausing at the exit only long enough to blow the boy another kiss, then returning towards the food court, presumably back to her friends. This…this really WAS rather unexpected. People of their sort certainly had relationships and were encouraged to have children. And Kim Possible was certainly of an age where those thoughts were a major part of her life. But for some reason, the idea of a Kessler being so brazen and open with her affections raised an eyebrow; more so when one looked at the object of the girl's affections. Turning back to the boy in question, he didn't look like anything special…GOOD GOD! She felt like she was going to be sick! It was only for the briefest of moments but the woge was unmistakable! It was too brief to say for certain what the Wesen was, some kind of bird type, but it didn't matter. Kim Possible…Kim Possible COULDN'T have known what she'd just done! The idea of a…this had to be some kind of potion or manipulation. There was no other explanation…and she wouldn't stand for it! There were too many witnesses presently, but quest be damned, she would avenge Kim Possible's honor. She could do nothing less!

Author's Notes:

This is my first attempt at a full-length story for A Grimm Possibility. I've been wanting to do one for a while and I hope this is a good start. The story deals with some of the especially dark aspects of the Grimm Universe but expect a grand adventure to exotic locations and full of action.

Kim Possible and all characters associated with that name are the copyrighted property of the Disney corporation and the intellectual property of Bob Schooly and Mark McCorkle

Grimm and all characters and names associated with that are the copyrighted property of NBC and the intellectual property of Stephen Carpenter, David Greenwalt, and Jim Kouf.