Disclaimer: I don't own the KP cast and the idea for this story comes from rinacat's Younger and Older pic.

Chapter 2: Report!

A single onyx eye scanned the reports spread out on the woman's desk, completely ignoring the two men standing just a few feet away. Doctor Betty Director, the head and founder of Global Justice, would attend to her agents in just a moment; currently, she was engrossed in the after actions reviews the two senior agents had presented to her. Both missions had gone exceptionally well, far better than she was expecting, and now she had some decisions to make.

"Agent Du," Betty called forward the younger agent, his jet black hair and matching eyes gleaming in the soft light. He was a determined young man, focused and driven, if a touch arrogant due to his elevated status within Global Justice at a young age. "You are certain about this?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Will nodded, standing before the desk akin to a soldier facing his superior. He had learned to relax a little in front of Dr. Director- not enough to be disrespectful in any way- but still maintained a stiff posture. "The files I managed to download from the In-terror-net point to a projected rise in activity, most likely having to do with the Worldwide Empire of Evil's latest plans. I wasn't able to locate any information on the plans themselves but their leader does promise an, and I quote, 'era of villoneous prosperity' in the coming months."

"'Villoneous'? Is that even a word?" Betty grumbled, glaring down at the report a moment before shifting her attention to the other agent, who always seemed on edge in her presence. She didn't think much of it though; typically she only spoke to the man during debriefings and, as now, he was usually beatened up pretty soundly. "Dr. Drakken. Was the Ra statuette returned to the museum?"

"Yes, Doctor," Drakken gruffly replied, trying his hardest not to glare at the chestnut haired woman. While he had come to enjoy his role under GJ's employ, Drakken had tried his hardest to fly under the boss' radar, prefering the comparative safety of his lab to the dangers of field work. She was well aware of this but ignored it occassionally, when it suited the needs of Global Justice. Drakken honestly thought she sent him out sometimes just for kicks, but he kept that thought to himself. "The Egypt Exhibit is completely intact and will be moving on to the next museum soon. The exhibit's curators have assured me that security will be improved due to Scarlet's promise to return for the idols."

"Yes, that does fit her style, doesn't it?" Betty mused, shuffling the papers into one neat stack and depositing them in one of her many drawers. She would need to review them later, comb through for the details her agents either did not deem important or forgot to include; she knew the tells of each of her field agents and could always see when they were trying to cover themselves or someone else. Just because Global Justice was a worldwide intelligence service and crime fighting organization didn't mean her agents didn't make mistakes from time to time. "Very well. Agent Du, I want you to continue tracking down these leads. We must know what the WEE is planning and how to stop it. Concentrate all your energy on getting me answers."

"Yes, Ma'am, but what about my other missions?" he raised a single eyebrow, trying to hide his excitement. Will had worked for GJ for a number of years and thought the added responsibility was threatening to make him glow with pride. However, doing so would be a bit more unprofessional than he would allow, so Will contained himself.

"From this point forward, you have no other missions, Agent Du," Betty met the shocked widening of Will's eyes with her unwavering single onyx orb. "No arguments, Du, I want that evil plot and I want it yesterday. As for you, Dr. Drakken." Betty grinned slightly, knowing her orders would be looked upon as the plague by the blue skinned scientists and a blessing by his young ward. "You and Shego are officially being put on stand by; if Scarlet so much as sneezes, the two of you will be on a jet to get the tissue."

"Doctor Director," Drakken scowled, looking to take a step towards his irksome boss but stopping once he noted the protective gleam in Will's eyes and the subtle shift in the younger man's stance. He was still sore and even thinking about another physical altercation had him aching. Instead, coal black orbs met the single onyx and he growled, crossing his arms over his chest. "Are you upgrading her to Agent status?"

Betty regarded the scientist a long moment, weighing her options, before replying. "No, Doctor Drakken. If Shego can capture Scarlet, then she'll be promoted. As it stands, she's still a ward of Global Justice and agent-in-training."

"Of course she is," Drakken rolled his eyes and sighed, passing a hand over his face. If he wanted anything to go right, he would have to ask as politely as he could muster. Truly, Drakken had little against Dr. Director, but sometimes the woman made him wish he'd never taken her offer all those years ago. "Might I at least get clearance for her to use her plasma powers while on these missions?"

Betty blinked. The question itself wasn't so surprising to the brunette- Drakken or Shego would ask for the girl's powers to be taken off restriction every week it seemed- but, considering the situation, it certainly prompted further investigation. "Agent Du, you are dismissed. Report back when you have found something on WEE's plans."

"... yes, Ma'am," Will mumbled, turning on heel to leave the office. While it annoyed him that he was not privy to the conversation and being dismissed, he was more upset that Scarlet- whom he viewed as his own personal nemesis- was being handed over to a scientist and a super powered brat. Once he stepped out into the hall, Will was confronted with the super powered brat herself, sitting in a near by chair and looking a bit tired.

Shego wasn't as tired as she looked though; she was focused in thought. Her mind was divided in two, each competing for her full attention. Half of her was processing the events of her first mission- the mistakes, on her part and Drakken's, and thinking of ways to improve, to get better, as a fighter and as an agent. The other half, though, was lingering on Scarlet herself- the way the older woman moved, the sparkle in those olive orbs, her teasing voice and light laugh, and, most importantly, the kiss. For perhaps the hundredth time since it happened, Shego touched the center of her forehead, remembering the feel of those soft lips.

Having spent every day she could remember at the Global Justice Central Headquarters, Shego had never experienced such... affection? Was that what the kiss was, a display of affection? The teen hardly knew and was a bit afraid to ask; it took everything in her to refrain from admitting to either. Showing any sign that the mission got to her might make Drakken or Dr. Director doubt her capabilities as an Agent. That was the last thing she wanted.

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"Are you certain she can even control her powers?" Betty's single eye glinted, remembering vividly the heat of Shego's plasma. While the girl hadn't attempted to attack anyone in years, the brunette still doubted the teen had learned enough self control not to fry someone the first chance she got.

"She's become remarkably precise with her concentrated shots. When she's flustered or angry, the control is noteably less but the power is increased; her plasma seems to have the unique ability to morph between concussive, physical blasts and a super heated laser," Drakken nearly quoted his latest report verbatim, eyes rolling towards the cieling as he tried to remember all he had gathered from Shego's latest rounds of testing.

"I'm not asking for an analysis of the power itself, Dr. Drakken," Betty cut in, nearly glaring at the blue skinned scientist. She had read the file at least twenty times already and knew, from a scientific standpoint, that the teen's powers were far more stable than they were initially projected to be. However, as they largely depended on the girl's emotional and mental state, the question she asked couldn't be answered by anything in that file. "Can Shego maintain the concentration to keep her powers from hurting anyone?"

For a moment, Drakken was silent. While he had carefully worded his report of the mission to exclude what he saw of the fighting, the scientist knew his ward was more than flustered by Kim's actions. Whether it was due to the redhead's flirtateous manner or the fighting itself, he wasn't quite sure; either way, if he admitted even that much, Betty wouldn't approve of Shego using her powers at all. Now, he had quite the ethical decision before him.

Though the teen aggravated him to no end on most days, Dr. Drakken had started thinking of the green tinged teen as his own daughter, someone for him to look after because he wanted to, not just because it was his job. As such, he wanted Shego to be able to use her powers, to fully realize who she was and not have to keep everything bottled up. But deep down, he knew she wasn't ready, especially when Kim could get under the teen's skin so easily; Drakken couldn't think of a single instance during a combat simulation when Shego blanked on her surroundings, yet she'd nearly stepped off a roof because she wasn't paying attention!

"Dr. Drakken, I need an answer," Betty sat back in her chair while watching the agent, chalking up his hesitation to waging between his assessment as a scientist and his beliefs as a field agent. "Is the kid ready to use her powers?"

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"You should probably get some rest," Will broke Shego's internal debate with a gruff tone. No way the little runt managed to fend off Scarlet; Will himself had fought the young woman several times during the five years he'd spent chasing her. If he couldn't beat the redhead, there was no way the teen managed to hold her own as Drakken claimed. "You look like hell."

"Look who's talking," Shego barely hesitated in her response. While she rarely got along with the field agents- mostly because they always seemed very intent on reminding her she wasn't one yet- Agent Will Du managed to claim the top spot on her list of least liked agents. Distracted as she was, Shego had no problem putting aside her own thoughts to verbally combat the young man. "Isn't there someone else for you to annoy?"

"You shouldn't get a big head from one mission," Will warned, trying his hardest not to think of the runt as, well, a runt. As he wasn't privy to the specifics of her presence at Global Justice, Will could only see her as a child the rest of the staff had to tolerate until she was either emancipated from their custody or became an agent herself. He secretly counted down the days to the first and dreaded the second. "You didn't even catch Scarlet."

"I got a lot closer than you ever did! She didn't get away with the statue!" Shego instantly fired back, a condifent smirk on her lips as Will frowned. "I did my research; if you ever did get within arm's reach, she kicked your ass."

Will frowned deeply, wanting to wipe that smirk off the girl's face. However, he had very little to refute her assertion; ever time he went against Scarlet, the redheaded thief seemed to thrash him with ease. She was kind about it- he rarely left with anything worse than cracked ribs, a few fractures, and a deeply wounded ego- but he was still soundly defeated at every turn. Still, up until today, he was the closest any agent ever came to catching the elusive thief.

"What? Don't you have more 'words of wisdom' for me to ignore?" Shego taunted, folding her arms across her chest. A small voice in her head was wondering where this snarky side of hers was when facing Scarlet, but she ignored it. If Scarlet was anything like Will, the woman would've been caught ages ago.

Will opened his mouth, not quite sure what he was going to say, but stopped himself. The argument- if one could call it that- was pointless and he had more important matters to attend to anyway. "Just try not to get yourself killed, Runt."

Shego scowled at the nickname, gritting her teeth as the raven haired man continued down the hall. Oh, how she hated him! She wasn't just some kid! What would it take for people to get that?

"Shego!" Drakken called, bringing the teen's attention to him instantly. The scientist was standing by the door to Doctor Director's office and, upon noting Shego's attention, began limping down the hall, heading towards his lab. The teen popped up from her seat and rushed after him, falling into step beside her mentor. She usually had to lengthen her strides to keep up with him but, as he was a bit hobbled, she managed just fine with her usual gait. "You didn't start anything with Agent Du again, did you?"

"He started it," Shego mumbled, glancing behind her as if daring the young man to show his face. When she confirmed the agent in question was nowhere to be seen, Shego turned her emerald eyes on her mentor. "So, what did Dr. Director say?"

"Shego, what have I told you about patience?" Drakken chided, keeping his eyes ahead of him. He learned early in his career that, if one didn't watch the path ahead, people appeared out of nowhere to provide obstacles, especially in the hallways surrounding Dr. Director's office.

Shego smirked up at the blue skinned scientist. "That I'll never have any."

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Kim jumped out of the harrier jet the moment it touched down, landing lightly on her feet. Stretching her arms above her head, the redhead started towards the living space of their rather swank abode, leaving Ron to tend to the jet. She already knew what awaited her, as the suspicious lack of further questions from her best friend suggested that she was going to be interrogated by her entire team once they returned to their base of operations. It didn't bother her too much though; it wouldn't be the first time her friends felt obligated to question her choices.

A door opened for her, automatically granting access to the spacious living space she shared with the majority of her team. While they came and went as they pleased, Kim only left her home to go out on her 'expiditions'. Kim was fine with her self imposed exile; she'd seen enough of the world in her younger days. The hallways were decorated with classic paintings from around the globe, little nooks displayed sculptures and historical pieces from every continent and time period, and the centerpiece for every room was one of her greater scores, ranging from clay soldiers from China to a sarcophogus from Egypt to one of Elvis' guitars from Graceland.

The Dining room, however, had three autographed football helmets at the center of the table, proudly displaying the signatures from star players of the Philedelphia Eagles, Dallas Cowboys, and Oakland Raiders. With a smile, Kim nodded to the three assembled in the unofficial meeting room- two physically present while the third was on the video screen at the far end of the room- and claimed a seat. While no one really approved of Kim choice to become an international thief, they stuck by her no matter what, helping when and where they could. Most of that help came in the form of occassional scoldings whenever she came too close to capture. As usual, they waited until Ron arrived before starting their inquisition, giving the redhead ample opportunity to guage her team's moods.

Monique, obviously, was a bit miffed about the whole situation. There was a hard set to her jaw and a coldness to her eyes that meant she was in 'business woman' mode. As a well established fashion expert and a freelance art columnist, Kim's best friend- second only to Ron- from high school made a good living on the legitimate side of the law, only dabbling in the criminal portion at Kim's request. She often helped Kim with disguises for heists, having an extensive wardrobe collection as well as versed in the best ways to blend in almost anywhere in the world. Occassionally, Kim would use her friend's occupation as a cover, disguising herself as one of Monique's interns to get access to museum exhibits ahead of their official opening, picking out pieces she wanted and assessing the security systems while she was at it. It was rare but it happened enough that Monique worried her friend would get busted from the risks she took.

Yori, on quite the other hand, seemed more confused than anything. A young kunoichi from some ninja school in Japan that Ron was on good terms with, Yori specialized in stealth and combat, making her the perfect sparring partner, as well as a more than capable accomplice if the need arose. The young ninja had far less reservations about Kim's chosen lifestyle, provided the thief didn't attempt to steal anything of worth to the Yamanouchi ninja clan. It had come up in the past but the redhead hadn't made the same mistake since. Even Ron had joined in the fight on that one; apparently, the Lotus Blade was a bigger deal than Kim had originally believed.

Kim finally moved on to the vid screen, where Wade sat at his usual spot, typing furiously on his computer. Of her friends, Wade had changed the most, mostly because he was still a young boy when they first teamed up. It seemed like ages ago, when the boy was a portly, agoraphobic technological wizard who provided Kim with all sorts of information. He had thinned over the years as his metabolism kicked into high gear, puberty lending a deeper, richer tone to his voice as he grew, and there was even the soft shading to his jaw line that hinted at his beard starting to grow. As he operated outside of the law on occassion, Wade was perhaps the most supportive of Kim's friends and continued to supply her with information and gadgets. Though he seemed completely intent on whatever he was looking for, the telltale signs of shock and concern were poorly hidden by the teen.

"Alright, I'm here, let the mayhem commence!" Ron announced, practically bounding to his chair and settling in, flashing the redhead a quick smile. "Who wants to go first?"

"I do," Monique instantly spoke up, turning those cold, businesslike eyes on Kim. Years ago, the piercing gaze might have startled Kim into feeling a little bad about giving up the Ra statuette when she could've easily made a clean getaway. That was then, however, and Kim had learned that playing with Global Justice agents was far more amusing. Especially when said agent was a cute girl who looked absolutely adorable when she blushed, not to mention fought pretty well for being just a kid. "Kim, just what were you thinking?"

"That the kid was cute," Kim instantly replied, a grin to her lips. Monique rolled her eyes while Ron and Yori tried their hardest to hide their laughs. Wade was also not amused.

"Kim, we're being serious here," Wade chimed in, diverting his attention from the computer screens to the assembled young adults. "We've had plenty of scares over the years, Kim, but this one takes the cake! You've never given up a score just before making your escape!"

"Yes, Kim-san, this is most perplexing," Yori shook her head slightly, as if to clear it of the confusion plaguing her mind. "What prompted you to depart without the Ra statue?"

"Guys, it really is as simple as it seems," Kim explained, reaching behind her to flip her braid over her shoulder. To the redhead, it truly was as simple as that: she thought the kid was cute and deserved a reward for being a halfway decent match. While part of her knew exactly what the issue her friends seemed so intent on was, the overwhelming majority thought they were completely overreacting. "She was cute, she put up a good fight, and, well, she was cute! No big."

Monique, Wade, and Yori looked to Ron, as if expecting the blond to chime in with some sort of insight. Rather than address their concerns, chestnut eyes turned to meet olive, a small smile on his face. "KP, we're just concerned. You know what would happen if you got caught-"

"In all honesty, we really don't," Kim cut in, frowning for the first time since dealing with Mr. Lipsky. She had an idea- as they all did- but it simply wasn't something she was considering. She wasn't going to be captured and somehow tricked or forced back into the hero gig. That part of her was dead and gone. "But, for argument's sake, let's say we do; I'm not letting the kid catch me. She's cute, and maybe I'll have some fun with her, but I'm not going to get captured." The redhead mulled over her thoughts before putting them to voice. "If you're really concerned about me turning myself in, you shouldn't. I have no intentions of doing that."

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Shego sighed, staring at the white, unadorned cieling of her likewise unadorned room while laying on her bed, which was actually a cot mounted on the wall. It felt more like someone had taken a holding cell and labelled it her bedroom than anything else but the teenager didn't complain. Well, she didn't complain often; every now and then, when there was nothing else for her to pester Drakken with, she would bring up her crappy room. He would always remind her that some people didn't have rooms at all and she could always take up residence in the nearest janitorial closet if she wanted. Whether it was an honest suggestion or a joke, Shego was never certain and didn't bother asking. She had a computer, a bed, and a mini fridge, three things she determined early on to be life necessities. She would've liked her own bathroom too, especially once she hit puberty, but it was just another thing to torment her mentor with now.

Drakken had already imparted on her the 'good' news that the duo would be on stand-by status for any and all of Scarlet's heists. Hearing that only reaffirmed Shego's belief that she simply had to do better the next go, to prove to everyone at Global Justice and Scarlet herself that she wasn't just some kid. However, being reminded that her plasma was still on restriction had put a hamper on her good mood.

Shego couldn't remember much of her younger days. She had brief flashes from time to time but nothing that really constituted memories. Most of what she knew came from the facts found in her file- the one Drakken kept and rarely minded when she read. Her plasma power came from a comet and it was very unstable when she was younger, tied to her emotions. It still was but age and training had helped refine it, control it, and put it to much better use during the combat tests and such that she was subjected to on a regular basis. From what she could tell, it had even grown, as she did, but it was deemed too dangerous for whatever reasons. Shego was certain her age had something to do with it, which only added fuel to her anger when someone insisted on looking at her like a child.

The teen lifted her hand and set it aflame, the green plasma dancing around her palm. It was a low enough output that no one would be too bothered by it; as long as she refrained from powerful blasts or superheating anything, none of the alarms would go off. This particular flame was just for show, emitting very little heat at all. It was comforting to the girl. It was almost like a promise.

"I'm going to catch you, Scarlet," Shego whispered to the flames before forming a fist to snuff them out, determination glinting in her emerald orbs. "Just you wait."

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Monique sighed, preparing to retire for the night. She had only stayed at Kim's little base to see how the mission went; she was always especially interested whenever Kim used her position as a columnist to scope out a museum. Wade had signed off a while ago, about the time Kim had opted to end their little meeting by retiring to her room for a shower and some well deserved rest. Ron, Yori, and Monique had stayed up talking things out, expressing their concerns about their friend.

None of them were worried about Kim handing herself over to Global Justice. That simply wasn't an option in their minds, considering the redhead's history with the group. No, what they truly feared was the shift in Kim's usual behavior. Granted, the agent Kim faced was just a teenager, obviously no match for the fighting fit thief, but that she didn't even attempt to hurt the kid worried them.

"I don't think she's interested in taking on an apprentice, Mo," Ron had repeated the line several times since the three had started their discussion. He had watched the fight firsthand and knew that Kim saw a little of herself in the young agent. Hearing Kim affirm that she might only have a bit of a soft spot for the girl because 'she's cute' did nothing to settle the concern though.

"IDK, Ron. It's not good for her to get interested in the first place," Monique shook her head and sighed again. "What if she decides the kid shouldn't be with GJ?"

"I do not believe Kim-san is the kind of person to resort to kidnapping," Yori chimed in, a small smile on her lips. If nothing else, now that she understood Kim was most likely infatuated with the young agent on some level, the kunoichi found the ordeal a bit amusing. Yori had trained several young ninjas back home and could relate to the thrill of finding a young opponent with potential. It was not a feeling she could accurately translate though. "She is honorable, even in her profession as a thief. We need not fear her, as you say, 'going further down the rabbit hole'."

"Yori's got it," Ron shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "Besides, if anything, this kid might actually convince Kim to give up being a thief. Maybe she'll eventually wind up in over her head and she'll just retire. Maybe the kid will bring Kim back to life."

"Or maybe Kim will decide to up her game to keep the kid's interest," Monique pointed out. "You know I love the girl to death but Kim's starting to take risks, big ones. IMO, if she doesn't let up, they might decide to put her down."

"I doubt things will come to that," Ron passed a hand over his face, ruffling his short blond hair a bit. "Actually, I hope it won't come to that."

"We share that hope, Ron-kun."

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Drakken, alone in his lab, waited for the other end of the line to respond before saying anything further. The call had gone as usual except for the last part, the part where he imparted the information that he would be responding to every mission regarding 'Scarlet' that GJ had. He had anticipated the silence but it was starting to unnerve him; these conversations rarely went well, in his opinion.

"What will they do when you catch her?" the voice at the other end of the line suddenly spoke, nearly startling the blue skinned scientist.

"I don't know, James. If Dr. Director knows what happened to Kim, she's not telling anyone. I've never heard her mention jail but I would assume that's where she'd end up," Drakken tried his hardest not to sound so final about it but he rarely succeeded. There was a brief pause before his friend spoke again.

"She's a good girl, Drew."

"I know, James, I know. I don't know why she's doing this but... I know she's still a good person," Drakken reassured his friend, James Possible, Kim's father. Though they had quite the disagreement in their college days, they reconciled about the time Drakken joined up with Global Justice. Kim was still at home then, a kind teenager who enjoyed helping people and was very intent on becoming a cheerleader for her middle school. He knew the girl, just as he knew how every mission chasing the elusive thief would probably go for him. His bruises smarted at the very thought. "She's still your little girl."

"She is." There was a brief pause, then a sigh. "Please, Drew, try to bring my Kimmie-cub back home. We miss her."

"I'll let her know next time I see her, James," Drakken had to force back a laugh at that. He would have to sneak the message in between confronting her and getting his butt kicked, again. "Give my regards to Anne and the twins."

"Of course. Oh, and Drew?"

"Yeah?"

"Take care of yourself, too. And Shego. She sounds like a fine young woman."

"If by 'fine young woman' you mean 'energetic whirlwind of complaints and chaos', then I suppose she is," Drakken did laugh that time, with James joining in.

"Yup, sounds like a teenager alright. Just wait until she gets into boys." Drakken didn't need to see his face to know James was frowning.

"She's far too interested in 'Scarlet' and becoming a full fledged agent to even notice anything else. But, I will be sure to keep an eye out for any strange boys sneaking around."

"I'll keep one of our deep space probes on deck, just in case." The rocket scientist quipped. The two talked for a bit longer before the conversation ended, leaving Drakken completely worn out from the events. He already knew Shego would be intensifying her training now that she knew she would be facing Scarlet again, which just meant more of her attitude when he would try to force her to rest. While he wasn't looking forward to it, the thought that maybe the teen could either subdue the redhead or put her off her current career path gave him some hope. For Kim's and Shego's sake.

Next Time: Their Target in sight, Dr. D and Shego prepare to face off again Scarlet! Stay tuned for Chapter 3: Round Two!

Author's Note: Okay, I'll be honest, while I did have a plot penned out for this particular story, I really didn't think anyone would be interested in seeing it, so I was going to leave it as a one shot. However, since some people seemed interested in the concept, I guess I'll run with it! I will warn that the next update might take a while- check my profile for a list of some of the things I got going- but it will be up as soon as possible.

Also, I did some searching and found this: .com/art/Kigo-junior-adventures-94578433. It's another KiGo based off Younger and Older. Seems I wasn't the only one to get the 'Indiana Jones' vibe from Older Kimmie!