Middleton stood silent. No birds chirped, no cars roared, no people chattered. The only noise that could be heard was the pitter of rain hitting the pavement. The world itself seemed to stand still, its eyes fixed on Middleton. Outside the city's central cemetery, huge crowds were gathered. They lined sidewalks, street corners, bike paths, and rooftops. Each sported a large black umbrella, shielding themselves from the downpour of rain. They came from every corner of the world, representing every profession known to man. Every single one stood silently, consulting only their memories. Each held in their mind, the mental image of a young redhead, and her green skinned fiancé, women who had stopped villainous plots, apprehended dangerous criminals, and delivered humanitarian aid the world over. All they ever asked in return was a ride to their next mission. Even though Shego had been on Team Possible for just over a year, it was enough to elevate her to the same level of reverence that Kim had in the eyes of the people. Somewhere in the city, a church bell tolled mournfully. At that moment, from the doors of a little known chapel, a long, winding procession made its way through the city streets. At its head stood the two remaining members of Team Possible, leading a pair of jet black coffins, emblazoned with black and gold KP symbols. The coffins themselves were empty, the bodies that they were meant to contain were currently no more than bloodstains among twisted wreckage. Nothing could be recovered. The procession moved on, destined for a large dual burial plot at the highest point in Middleton's cemetery. As the procession passed by the silent onlookers, they folded up their umbrellas and joined at the end of the line. By the time they reached the cemetery, it was two miles long. And still growing. They crowded the graveyard, the living mingling with the dead, they all watched as the coffins made their way to a waiting grave. It was a double plot. Kim and Shego would be buried side by side. The doctors Possible had opposed the idea. Ron didn't give a damn. It was what they both would've wanted. At the grave's head sat a large marble statue. It depicted, in remarkable likeness, Kim and Shego. Each stood in their trademark 'power pose', each staring out over the city, each silently daring some villain to make their day. The artist who sculpted the work was remarkably talented. She'd captured the look perfectly; Kim and Shego's statues had the same pose, the same confidence, the same smirk on their lips. They seemed almost alive. How ironic that they marked a grave. A microphone equipped podium stood next to the empty grave. Ron had personally selected everyone who would speak, and even went so far as to insure that none of them brought anything that even looked like a prepared speech. There would be no posturing here. Kim deserved that much. So did Shego. To everyone's surprise, Drakken was the first to approach the stand.

He cleared his throat, inhaled deeply, and began to speak in a trembling voice. " Kim Possible…was a remarkable woman. So was Shego. I myself, had the privilege of knowing them both personally. They were an excellent pair. I remember the first time Kimberly broke into one of my lairs. It was an insult, being defeated by her. For both me and Shego. From that day on, we worked harder each time we encountered Kim. We prepared more, plotted more, tried harder." He paused for a shuddering breath. "She brought something back into our lives. Something we'd both lost. Purpose. She gave us a reason to try again, and no matter how ridiculous our plans, she always treated them like a true threat. She respected us, something I don't think either Shego, nor I had happen to us. Kimberly was that kind of woman." He choked back a sob. "Shego for her part, was incredibly skilled, witty, and far more capable than I had any right to ask for, considering what I paid her." He tried to chuckle. It came out as a strangled cry. "I managed to talk to them several times after their engagement. Shego wanted me to give her away at the altar. After all that I put them through-Kim with the death traps and schemes, and Shego by involving her in those schemes-they wanted me up at the altar with them. It was overwhelming." He brought up a handkerchief and dabbed his eye. "They really loved each other. You could see it in their eyes, the way they moved. I saw them in action once. They saved me from a former colleague of mine. I have never seen them like that, so alive, so full of energy. I realized something then. Something that took me years of failed schemes to understand. All these young upstarts trying to take their place, all the heroes, all the agents, they can't do it. Can't replace Kim or Shego. Every single one of these pretenders thinks they're all that. But they're not." He paused, and gestured toward the statue behind him. "They were."


Across the world, arms and glasses were raised in salute. A tribute to the fallen heroes. Two women who had given it all time and time again. As the world mourned, various governments and agencies raised their alert status in anticipation of the huge crime wave that was sure to follow the decimation of Team Possible.

It never came.

For the next month, as the flags across the globe flew at half mast, villains everywhere declared an unspoken truce. Each honoring the memory of their fallen in their own way. Professor Dementor sat in his lair, waiting for inspiration to strike him and finally illuminate the path to world domination. It never happened. Señor Senior Sr. tried several new plots, but when no-one showed up to stop them, he relented, realizing that there was no point anymore. Duff Killigan sat in an armchair, staring into the fireplace. Occasionally, he'd pull out a golf club and spin it around. Then he'd simply replace it with a sigh. Amy Hall, forsaking her genetic experiments temporarily, took it upon herself to cross a panda and a kangaroo. She named it Kimberly.

The mourning wasn't exclusive to the villains and civilians. It also extended to G.J. infecting it's agents and analysts. Many quit, feeling that they'd failed and cost Kim Possible her life. Even Dr. Director was affected. She simply sat at her desk, the paper work adorning it, untouched. Instead, she reflected on the events of the past week, and to her surprise, she found herself with few regrets. That's what did it. Caused her to reach into the bottom drawer for a form she never thought that she'd ever sign. Two minutes later, Will Du found himself broken from his own thoughts by a summons from Dr. Director.


"You can't be serious!" Will all but shouted. He stood across the desk from Dr. Director who just stood there, staring at him. On the middle of the desk, between them, was a resignation letter.

"I can, and I am." Dr. Director replied calmly, pushing the slip of paper across to her subordinate. "I've been in the game for too long."

"Is this because of the Team Possible incident?" He demanded of her. He shoved the form back across the desk. "You couldn't have seen how that would end, no one could!"

Dr. Director smile sadly. "Dr. Parker did. He came to me right before we launched the operation. He told me that if we went forward, that this would be the outcome. Said he didn't even need his data to see that. Right before he quit."

Will shook his head. "Wasn't that the man who headed the 'Ron Factor' study?" He asked, incredulous. "You can hardly be blamed for-"

"Tell me Will." Dr. Director cut him off. "What would you have done, had you been in my place? Could you have done the same thing I did?"

Will swallowed hard. "No. I couldn't have. But that's why we need you."

"No Will. That's exactly why G.J. doesn't need me. I did it, and God help me, I'd do it again. They could've been too much of a threat, and I pulled the trigger on them for it. You may have a stick up your ass Will, but at least you still have a conscience." Once again she pushed her resignation forward.

With that, she left the room, giving Will no time to argue. He simply sat there for a few minutes, staring down at the desk. His desk. Eventually, he took a seat behind it. He sank back into the chair. And for once, his shoulders sagged, as if her could already feel the weight of the world pressing down on him.