Disclaimer: Kim Possible and all aspects of the show belong to Disney.
A/N: This is a direct sequel to Intensity Match. I strongly recommend reading that first.
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1 Jail Time
Autumn relaxed her arms and let her legs take the load of her full weight for a moment. Dangling twenty stories over the ground she checked her position. Two more stories to go. This would have been a snap in the power suit, but that wasn't in the cards, all things considered.
When she reached the balcony of the presidential suite Autumn paused to listen for any sounds above. Carefully, she peeked over the railing. The room appeared empty. The redheaded thief vaulted over the rail and landed quiet as a mouse on the marble balcony.
Through the glass doors she could see the fine crafted furniture of the suite. Sitting on a dresser was a small jewelry box. The redheaded thief examined the locking mechanism of the door. It was a simple bolt. The designer had not considered it possible for someone to come from the way she had.
After picking the lock she opened the door slowly. A quick sweep of the room revealed that everything was in order. She casually crossed the room and jumped up to sit on the dresser next to the jewelry box. Leaning back she surveyed the room again. She waited for a few minutes to see if anyone would jump the gun.
Eventually, she placed a hand on the jewelry box and scanned the room again. Still nothing. She picked up the box and opened it. Sitting inside was a note card. The thief rolled her eyes and pulled out the card.
She flipped it open and read it aloud in an disinterested voice. "Autumn, drop all weapons and place your hands on your head. You are under arrest." The card actually said Kimberly Possible, but she decided a little ad libbing was appropriate.
Global Justice agents in full riot gear poured into the suite's bedroom from the bathroom, living room, and some even repelled onto the balcony from the roof. Autumn didn't even bother to get off of the dresser. She sat casually swinging her legs as she stared down the barrels of the men's rifles.
Dr. Betty Director stepped forward with a look of pure suspicion. "You don't appear surprised to see us, Miss Possible," she said. "I hope you're not so confident to think you can get away tonight, as you have done in the past."
"Nah," Autumn shook her head. "I just wanted a little vacation and I thought I would let you pay for my room and board for a little while."
"You..." The Director was at a loss for words. The thief merely gave her a crooked grin and continued to swing her legs. "This..." Dr. Director pointed a finger at Kim and was about to rip into the girl, but still couldn't think of something to say. The woman spun around and barked orders at her men instead.
An agent approached with handcuffs held out. Autumn could have easily put the man out like a light, but instead she allowed him to place the cuffs on her. She was escorted down the elevator and through the hotel lobby.
Waiting outside was another surprise for the Director. A mob of news reporters and photographers were crowded around the hotel's main entrance. Bright flashes of light blinded the raid team. Questions were thrown IN rapid succession at both the Director and Autumn, who was pleased that the reporters were calling her by her new alias almost exclusively. The redheaded thief smiled at the cameras while the one eyed woman barked "No comment," and tried to push her way to the waiting cars that would take them to GJHQ.
"Autumn, have you learned the error of your ways? Will you be returning to the side of good," asked one reporter
"Probably not," Autumn said with a shrug.
"Is it true that you are dating the beautiful yet dangerous Shego?" asked a female reporter with a too familiar smirk.
Kim looked at the reporter that had asked the question. She met the gaze of someone with the same emerald green eyes as her own and long dark hair pulled up in a tight bun. She gave the reporter her biggest smile and said, "Yeah, she can be a bit of a crank from time to time, but she's my crank."
The female reporter was about to say something else when another reporter jumped in. "How does it feel to be going to the same jail that you have sent so many others to? Are you worried about retaliation?"
The thief considered the types of people she had put away back when she was a hero. "Not really." Most of the people she had captured had already either been paroled or broken out. Which had led to her current situation.
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Flashback:
"I can't believe Monkey Fist took so long to break out," said Autumn. "I know he's still a little loopy after being turned to stone for so long, but he's definitely slipping."
"Please, Pumpkin," said her partner. "Like you've ever had to break out of a super secure facility." The green thief paused in her work of brushing Kim's hair to look over the redhead's shoulder and at the television screen. "It's harder then I make it look."
"I could do it," Autumn said confidently. "Two days, no sweat. Don't you agree, Jesse?" While being brushed by Shego, Kim in turn was busy brushing the hair of the green thief's niece, who was, as usual, spending the weekend with the couple.
The little blonde nodded enthusiastically. She was a firm believer that her new Aunt Autumn really could do anything. It didn't hurt the child's opinion of Kim that she would sneak the girl candy all the time.
"I'd like to see you try," Shego scoffed. "Breaking out of a GJ facility is a little more difficult then robbing some palace. Besides you wouldn't have me there to bail you out since, without you, no one can catch me."
"It's so on," said Autumn, rising to the obvious challenge. "Didn't Wade say that there was a job that was a trap set by Global Justice?"
"I believe so," said Shego. "Betty is getting lazy or something."
"I'll take the job and allow myself to get caught. After a couple of days I'll bust out," said the redhead. "Like I said, No sweat."
End of Flashback.
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The fallen hero was finally loaded into a prisoner transport and hauled away to the super secure Global Justice Detention Facility. Autumn smiled and waved to the guards that she knew from her visits back when she was a good guy. Some even waved back.
After being searched and given a bright orange jumpsuit, she was led into the cellblock. Most of her fellow prisoners simply stared. DNAmy was her usual cheerful self. "Hey dearie," she said. "I heard you had gone bad, but I didn't believe it."
Kim was pushed past the scientist's cell. "Yeah, I get that a lot," she said over her shoulder.
After a long walk they arrived at a cell near the end of the hallway. She was led inside and the cuffs were removed before the guards retreated and locked her in.
"Kim Possible," came a disgusted voice.
"Oh, no," Autumn spun around. "Bonnie!" Forget waiting two days. I'm out of here tonight!
"I heard that you'd gone bad." Bonnie's voice made it clear that she had always known that it would happen and that it was only a matter of when.
"No, duh," responded the thief. "Who do you think stole the crown you were wearing when GJ raided the Seniors' island?"
"That was that green woman… Shego," Bonnie said.
"Yeah, my girlfriend," said Autumn. "That was our first job together. Ah, good times."
"Your girlfriend?" Bonnie looked shocked. "Oh. My. God. You're gay?!" she shrieked.
Autumn rolled her eyes and jumped up to the top bunk. "Relax, you're not my type." From the top bunk the thief examined her cell. It was smaller then she had expected. Besides the bunk, there was a desk and a toilet set in a recess that gave it some privacy from the door with its barred window.
The window was so small that even if she managed to remove the bars there was no way she could slip out. The redhead jumped back down and walked over to the door. Bonnie made sure to back up so as not to touch her.
Autumn ran her hands along the door's seam. The hinges were on the outside, of course. The locking mechanism was not visible from this side of the door.
"Are you actually trying to break out?" Bonnie asked the obvious question.
"No, I would much rather stay here with you," the redhead said with a wink that sent the other former cheerleader diving for her bed and looking for a weapon with which to defend herself. Autumn chuckled and turned back to the door.
Standing on the other side of the bars was Betty Director, scowl practically etched on her face. "Finally figure out something to say?" asked Autumn.
The one eyed woman shook her head solemnly. "What has happened to you Miss Possible?"
The girl chose to ignore the question. Instead she pointed her thumb over her shoulder at her cellmate and said, "This is cruel and unusual punishment, you know."
"I agree," said Bonnie from the far side of the cell. "This is so uncool."
Betty Director just smiled. "Well, maybe I could find you something a little more private. After all you were such a big help to us in the past. In fact, you could be again. All you need to do is tell me where Shego is."
Autumn laughed. "Didn't you recognize her at the hotel? No? You should pay closer attention to your surroundings. No wonder I always had to be the one to catch her."
"If that's how you are going to be," The Director walked off leaving Autumn alone with her unwanted cellmate.
"You could have fixed this, Possible," Bonnie said.
"Just be quiet and go to sleep, Rockwaller." The young thief jumped back up to the bunk and refused to respond to anymore of Bonnie's verbal assaults. Eventually the girl got the point and retired to the lower bunk.
In the morning they were awakened by the sound of the door opening. Autumn was on her feet quickly. No one entered the room. The redhead peeked out of the door and saw that all of the doors were open. Inmates were filing down the hallway. "Mass jail break?" she asked the air.
"No, stupid," said Bonnie as she pushed past Autumn. "Breakfast."
Breakfast was served in a large cafeteria that reminded her way too much of high school. It even had a popular kids table where Bonnie, Senior Jr., and Camille Leon sat together. The only real difference was the armed guards looking down on the assembled prisoners from catwalks high above.
Autumn ate alone in the corner. "Miss Possible?" asked a guard after she had finished eating and was just waiting to be ordered back to her cell. "You have visitors. This way, please."
She was escorted across an open courtyard to another building that was right on the edge of the facility. In fact the twelve-foot electric fence ran into it on both sides. Inside she was led to a small room with a table and a pair of benches.
"Tweebs?" she said entering the room. The twin boys jumped up and ran over to hug their sister.
"Hey, sis," said Jim.
"How's the life of crime?" added Tim.
"Hey, could you steal us some rocket parts?" asked Jim.
"Yeah, that would be cool," said Tim.
"Not happening," she said with a laugh.
"Come on," said Jim.
"What's the point in having a famous thief for a sister if she won't hook you up with cool new toys," said Tim.
"We won't tell anyone," said Jim.
"Promise," said Tim and Jim together.
"I can handle GJ, but I don't even want to think about what Mom and Dad would do if I gave you two stolen rocket technology," said Autumn. "Speaking of, where are they?"
"Outside," said Tim. He pointed to the door on the far side from where Kim had entered.
"Talking to that one eyed lady," said Jim.
Autumn stepped quickly over to the other door and peeked out. On the other side of the door was a pair of guards, but they were watching the people at the end of the hall, and not paying attention to the prisoner, as they should have. The thief saw her parents speaking with someone out of sight around the corner.
Down the other direction she could see the hallway ending at a door where she could clearly see daylight and the parking lot beyond. Let's see if the Director has replaced her car yet. "Gotta run, Tweebs," she said turning to her brothers. "Tell Mom and Dad that I'll stop by in a week or so."
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"Jim, Tim, I told you two to wait in the visiting room," scolded their father when the boys walked up to the conversing adults.
"We did," said Jim.
"But after Kim knocked out the guards and left we got bored," added Tim.
"Kim did what?" her mother asked, horrified.
Betty Director pushed past the Possibles and bolted for the door. She ran through the security checkpoint where all of her men were laid out unconscious. Out in the bright daylight she looked over the cars for the escaped redhead. Her shoulders slumped and she let out a sigh when she realized the girl was long gone. "We had her for less then twenty-four hours," she mumbled to herself.
To add insult to injury, Betty Director discovered at the end of the day that her new blue convertible was missing.