I would like to give thanks to Cody MacArthur Fett and Data Seeker for reviewing and to those that read and enjoyed it anyway.
Now presenting the 2nd chapter.
Chapter 2 - Let the Lying Commence
Ron drove down the road and towards the Middleton Police Dept. on his motorcycle. After turning a corner, he pulled into the parking lot of the Police Dept, and shuts off his motorcycle. He gets off and took his helmet off, then walked up to the Police Dept. doors.
Ron walked into the station and down the hall, passing various people and police Officers until he came to a counter with a police Officer, who was currently talking on the phone with someone.
"Hello, Officer." Ron said with a smile
The officer didn't even look up from the phone. "Okay, but you gotta go." She wasn't even paying attention to Ron and he didn't know what she was talking about. "It was awesome. Well, yeah." She just continued with someone on the phone.
The Officer was too busy talking on the phone to acknowledge Ron. Ron's eyes darted around, and he sees some spiritual earrings on the officer's ears as well as a spiritual necklace around her neck. She was superstitious about something.
"Yeah." The woman said, obviously still talking with her friend.
"Hi. …I'm Ron Stoppable." The officer pointed to a seat behind Ron, without even turning to him. Ron looked back to the seat, but it didn't look inviting to him.
"Well, no, I'm not going to pay for it." The woman continued her conversion.
Ron turned back to the officer. "Oh… Oh. No, no. That's not for me. Uh, I'm here for a commendation. I called in a-" The Officer again pointed to the seating behind Ron. "-tip." Ron signed as he looked at the seat.
"Oh, no, Michelle, I can't pay for that."
Ron turned back and wondered why she was on the phone instead of doing her job."Here's the thing, I need to be quick."
Without saying anything, the officer once again points to the seat behind Ron, now looking a little annoyed.
"Clearly, you feel very strongly about this." Ron said. "Right." Ron nodded.
Sighing, Ron went and sat down on the bench along side of a man dressed like a biker, who was currently restrained to the seat. Ron was sitting, minding his own business, but continued to overhear the police officer's conversation on the phone.
"Eighty dollars is a lot for a reading." The office said to her friend. "But she was astounding. I mean, she knew about Granny's childhood, and the curios she left Bobby. I mean, I could literally feel her spirit in the room."
Ron thinks about what the officer said and what seemed to be her obsession with psychics. Looking around, Ron then starts observing the biker beside him. Seeing something, Ron leans forward, and the biker turns towards Ron, and he was about to see what it was and points out the "Bloodthirsty" tattoo on the man's forehead.
"Get out of here." Ron said, with a slight grin. "You know, I have the same tattoo. They spelt 'Bloodthirsty' wrong on mine. Can you believe it?"
The biker, much more angry then he was a second ago, tried to lunge at Ron. He groans as his hand was unable to reach far, due to the fact that he was handcuffed to the bench and can't reach him. Ron obviously had noticed this before he started antagonizing the man.
"I cannot believe you didn't test that out first." Ron said.
The biker turns away from Ron, trying to get his mind off of what Ron did. Ron, however, had his attention drawn to an opening door. It was adjacent to Ron, and he sees another police officer standing in front of a copy machine, swaying slightly side to side and mumbling "1-2-3, 1-2-3, …" The door shuts and Ron grins at what he saw. Turning back to the biker, he notices some red plastic on the biker's sleeve, that was barely noticeable.
"What did you do?" Ron asked. "Bust up your ex-wife's car?"
The biker turned to look at Ron with shock. "Her new boyfriend's."
"That'll teach her." Ron replied.
The biker leans in. "They got no witnesses." He said, secretively.
"Sweet." Ron said. "…You might want to brush the shards of taillight off your sleeve." Ron suggested. The biker looks down at his sleeve. "Just a tip."
The biker looks up at Ron, with an expression that made him seem grateful. "Gee, thanks, guy." The biker begins to brush off the red plastic off his sleeve.
"Sure." Ron watches as the taillight shards fall into the biker's left shoe. The biker grinned while he just kept brushing off the shards. Ron started to say something, but then shakes his head as he decided not to.
Ron followed a police officer down a hallway. He had been waiting nearly an hour, before an officer had been sent to bring him. As far as Ron was aware, everything was going alright.
"Right this way, Mr. Stoppable." The police officer said as he continued to lead Ron down a hallway toward a door, which was opened by a woman.
"So… When do I get my money?" Ron asked.
"Money?" The woman asked.
"Yeah, the reward?" Ron walks into room. "You guys arrested the store manager, right?"
Ron noticed that he was now in an Interrogation room with two people that he recognized as the Junior Detective Alice Conners, who was standing next to the table, and the Senior Detective Jordan Hansen, who was standing off to the side. He saw them a week ago, when they arrived at Middleton Community College, because of a problem with several students. However, they didn't have a chance to meet him.
"Why don't you let us ask the questions for a while?" Detective Hansen said, standing next to a glass plate window, clearly a one-way window.
"Okay." Ron said as he sits at the table, as does Detective Conners opposite him.
Hansen stays on his feet, but walked around Conner. Ron watches through the reflective glass, and sees Hansen touches Conners' hair as he walks by. Ron hid a grin towards this piece of information.
"So, which questions might those be?" Ron asked with slight curiosity.
"Oh, I don't know." Detective Hansen began. "Like… where were you the night of the last robbery?"
Ron though for a moment, then replied. "I was robbing a stereo shop.…" Ron waited, then laughed. "I wasn't. …Eh-hem. I don't know, I guess I was doing the same thing you were doing… not solving crimes."
"You're not helping your case here." Detective Hansen said in a threatening tone.
"My case?" Ron asked with alarm, then noticed the look within Conners expression and it hit him what was going on. "…W-w-wait. I'm actually a suspect?"
"Oh, you're our lead suspect." Detective Hansen said in a rather casual tone.
"I gave you the guy." Ron quickly said.
"He had a partner." Detective Hansen replied.
"Wh- I have to find that guy?" Ron asked. "I'm confused. When do you start chipping in?"
"See, your information was good. So good, it could only have come from the inside." Detective Hansen said, staring Ron down.
"Inside of what?" Ron asked. "…Look, I've called in dozens of tips. Okay? Just check it out."
"I did. I checked out a whole lot of stuff. Like…" Detective Hansen opens a folder that was lying on the table, sitting down. "Oh! You're currently unemployed. Never held a job for more a few weeks. And, you have a criminal record."
"I was 20." Ron said.
"Oh, 20? Oh, well that makes it okay. Let me just scratch this out." Detective Hansen said sarcastically.
"I borrowed a cell phone-" Ron started.
"You stole a cell phone." Detective Hansen said, reading from the folder.
"-to make a call." Ron finished his original sentence. "What about all the times I help save the world?"
"What are you talking about?" Detective Hansen asked in confusion.
"You know, Kim Possible, hero. And me, partner." Ron said, looking at both of them, hoping that even one of them knew who he was.
"I don't recall ever seeing you on the news." Detective Hansen coldly said.
"Besides, Kim Possible saves the world." Detective Conners stoically replied
Ron's head dropped onto the table. "Should've figured." Ron thought to himself, before raising his head from the table. Ron thought about trying to convince them that he helped out as well, but thought it would be pointless.
"Aside from your statement of your 'assisting' with Ms. Possible." It was very clear to Ron that Hansen didn't believe a word he said. "I'm just a little skeptical. Believable, as it is, that you solved them while watching- I'm sorry, what was it?" Detective Hansen looked at the folder again. "Watching the local Channel 8 News reports."
Ron was annoyed that he still wasn't recognized, but was somewhat relaxed that the discussion was quickly chanced. "I confess. That's not true. Sometimes I watch Channel 5. I prefer Channel 8. The reporter tends to scare me, a lot." Ron shrugged.
"So you're telling us that you can read guilt off of TV interviews." Detective Hansen said with much doubt.
"Can't you?" Ron asked.
"Don't you try and trivialize police work." Detective Hansen sounded very annoyed at Ron.
"I think you're doing a bang-up job of that all by yourself." Ron said, then stood. "…You can't keep me here, guys. I know my rights. " Ron walks to the door.
"Good. Then you know you have the right to remain silent." Detective Hansen said, turning towards the door where Ron was walking towards. Ron opened the door and sees not only the officer from the room with the copy machine, and the officer that was talking on the phone. "You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you."
Ron turned around, facing the detective. "W-w-wait. You're serious?"
"A few hours in a holding cell might jog your memory." Detective Hansen threatened.
Ron turned to look inside the cell. The holding cell was currently filled with unsavory characters, and the toilet looked like it hadn't been clean for a long time. It didn't look pleasant in there. Ron gulped at the sight.
"Just give us a reason, Mr. Stoppable, that's all we need." The junior detective said. "How did you get this information?"
"No. It is too late for that. Officer Reed? Book him." Detective Hansen ordered the woman, who pulled out her cuffs. Hansen stands from his seat and moves next to Conners.
"Book him? Oh, come on. Cuffs?" Ron asked. "What, for the walk back to the lobby?"
"Or you could give us a plausible explanation." Detective Conners replied.
"I-" Ron sighs as he looked back at Officer Reed. She was still wearing many spiritual earrings on her ears as well as a spiritual necklace around her neck. Ron had a way of getting out of this, but it would involve lying, and lots of it, which he was well prepared to do. Ron spun around until his back was towards Reed, and her partner, holding his hands up, fists closed. "Okay! Okay. Fine. You win." Ron said, feigning a defeated tone. "…I got the information, because… I'm psychic."
Officer Reed drops the handcuff keys in her shock at what Ron said. A smile formed within Ron's mind as his plan was working. Now for the next part.
"Get him out of here!" Detective Hansen ordered Officer Reed.
"Oh, boy!" Ron grabs his head and falls against the door frame.
Hansen looked up and gave Ron an agitated glare, while Conners looked on with interest to see if Ron really was psychic.
Everyone was staring at Ron as he straightening himself, and directed his attention to Officer Reed, in a calming matter, as she picks up the handcuff keys. "Your Grandma would be so proud." Ron said, in a calm tone.
"You… spoke to her?" Officer Reed nervously asked, looking back up at Ron.
"I did. She's… safe. Comfortable." Ron assured her as Reed stood. "She wants you to stop spending all your money on those charlatans."
"The palm readers." Officer Reed said, nodding and a little shocked.
"Palm readers." Ron replied, his voice soft.
"Okay, just to be clear…:" Detective Conners started, standing. "Uh, you're claiming to be a psychic, Mr. Stoppable."
"Ah…" Ron exclaimed as he held his hands in front of the Detectives, and held that for a moment, then spoke. "How else would I know that you two are dating each other?" Ron said, turning towards the detectives. Everyone looked at the Senior and Junior detectives, who look a little nervous. Ron starts waving his hands, as if he moving them in monition of two people dancing. "…1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-" Ron stops moving his hands, and points to Officer Reed's partner. "When's the wedding?"
The officer grins. "May 3rd." He said, then became surprised. "Wait… H-how'd you know?"
"I'm getting… dance lessons for a wedding reception. And you are getting good." Ron complemented.
"Wow." The officer laughed. "That's amazing."
"Oh, come on. Who's buying this?" Detective Hansen demanded, very annoyed.
Officer Reed, her partner, and a guy in the holding cell raise their hands. Detective Hansen groans with annoyance. This wasn't happening. His day can't be getting much more worse then it already is.
Ron still had one more trick up his sleeve.
"I got it!" Ron said as he snapped his fingers and pointed to both detectives. "Go to detention room number two, shake down your vandal. You'll find all the evidence you need-" Ron starts shaking his foot erratically, as if he has a small rock in his shoe, then he stops. "All the evidence is in his left shoe."
Detective Hansen points, threatening at Ron."We'll be back here in three minutes . . ." Hansen goes to leave, but stops and points to Officer Reed. "With my own cuffs!" With that, Hansen storms out of the Interrogation Room.
Ron was able to relax, now that the Senior Detective was gone.
"Whoa!" Ron gasped in the aftermath of his 'episode'.
Ron stands before Officer Reed in the outer offices of the precinct. The biker was in cuffs and was being escorted by two police officers, unsure that Ron had ratted him out.
"I'm getting . . ." Ron spoke, with his fingers pressing against his temples. "I am getting … the letter 'L'."
Ron slightly looked at the glass on the counter. In it, he saw Detective Hansen within the refection of the glass, who was glaring at Ron with hatred in his eyes.
"Lucy!" Officer Reed gasped. "Her cat! Is there anything else she said?"
Ron put his fingers back to his forehead, while thinking of the annoying detective that hated him for some reason. "There's suddenly a very, very negative presence here. It's blocking me."
Detective Hansen and Detective Conners were standing away from Ron, out of his hearing, talking about the biker that Ron had ratted out.
"That was a lucky guess." Detective Hansen said, wanting it to be true.
"A lucky guess?" Detective Conners ask with disbelief, holding up a bag of taillight shards.
"He planted it- I don't know." Detective Hansen sternly replied.
"His alibi checks." Detective Conners reminded her partner.
Ron was still talking with Officer Reed, more calm that he would soon be out of here.
"Question?" Ron asked. "Do I pay taxes on reward money?"
"I'll find out." Officer Reed said, calmly. "Enjoy your day."
"I will. Magic touch…" Ron said, sounding cheerful.
Ron holds out his pointer finger. Officer Reed smiles and touches fingers with him. They smile at each other, then Ron walked away. Hansen approaches Reed with papers. He glares at her and smacks some files down in front of her. She frowns at him and he walks away, clearly annoyed.
Ron exits the precinct, walking down the steps. "Officer?" Ron said as he went past her
"Hey, yeah." The officer replied.
Ron nodded to her and continued down the steps, a big smile on his face. Everything was going alright and now he was leaving with his reward money. Walking away, Ron head straight to his motorcycle. He was a few feet away from his motorcycle when the ground opened under him and he fell through.
Ron was pulled through a clear circular tube and was being taken underground. It wasn't long until Ron came to a halt in an underground facility and staggered out of the tube, within an underground facility, that was all too familiar.
Ron didn't take more then a few steps when he was greeted by a woman with an eyepatch and a man with the demeanor that showed of his arrogance.
"Dr. D." Ron said to the commander of Global Justice, in an upbeat tone, then decided to completely ignore the agent. "What a pleasant surprise."
Dr. Director gave a small smile. "Ron Stoppable. Welcome back to Global Justice. It's been two years."
"Two years, four months, one week and three days to be exact." Ron quickly and casually responded, that surprised the Director. "You must be keeping busy, with all the villains stopping with their 'taking over the world' schemes."
"Yes." The director replied. "And with WWEE no longer causing trouble, we only had to deal with the usual criminals to take care of."
"And you need Kim and my help with a crime." Ron said, catching onto what was going on.
The woman nodded, in agreement. "Exactly."
Will Du, who has been silent for a while, spoke. "Do we really have to bring in this amateur?" Will asked, with an arrogant tone, stressing the amateur part. "It's nothing but a scam."
Ron looked and saw a folder within the Director's hand. There were names on it, that Ron was lucky enough to see. The folder was labeled, "Classified.' Ron was lucky enough to see some names within the folder, which was barely open enough to see anything.
"You saw the surveillance video." Dr. Director said to the agent. "How can you explain?"
"It must have been a lucky guess." Will Du said with a stoic tone.
Ron looked back and forth. "I'll humor you. What are you talking about?"
Ron saw Will look somewhat satisfied, but not entirely. Dr. Director remained the same.
"Your gift, Mr. Stoppable." The Director replied. "I am, however, still somewhat skeptical of your claims to be psychic, but from the surveillance we saw, it's hard to dismiss the evidence."
"I don't care." Will Du said, in a cold tone. "I don't believe in this psychic nonsense."
Without giving himself away, Ron looked back at the folder, and smiled. It was time to shut the top GJ agent up, once and for all. He put the forefingers of his right hand to his head, closing his eyes. "You've brought me here to help with the murder of some scientists. Dr. Laurel Hatfield and Dr. Michael Bowers."
Dr. Director was surprised for a few moments, but she dismissed it and was now impressed.
Will Du didn't seem surprise. In fact, if anything, he was only more annoyed. Ron could tell that Will wanted to know how he had figured it out.
"I'm impressed." Dr. Director said. "I'm not really a believer, but I guess that you must really be psychic."
"You really do have an eye everywhere." Ron said.
"Yeah." Dr. Director said. "We did see what you did in the Interrogation Room."
"Impressive, isn't it?" Ron asked.
"That's not the word, I would use." Will Du replied. "I was thinking of… Improbable. Possible, yet unlikely."
"It's just hard to explain." Ron said. "I'm gifted. I was born that way."
"You are not a psychic." Will spat out, then glared at Ron. "And I don't care how hard you try to get me to believe it."
"Dude, you've got to lighten up, here." Ron suggested. "It's natural for people to be skeptical of psychics."
"Dr. Director, is this the best we could do?" The agent asked, completely ignoring Ron. "We don't need help from an amateur to find a criminal."
"As I recall correctly, when we joined together to find and stop Killigan, you were the amateur." Ron said, with a grin.
Will didn't have a response for that, at least not without sounding incompetent or without repeating himself.
"Speaking of which," Ron started, addressing the commander of GJ. "Why didn't you call Kim and me in sooner?"
"Because the doctors called these two natural causes." Dr. Director said, handing the folder she had to Ron. "There wasn't anything that seemed out of place, but I was a little skeptical. They were in perfect health."
"And after the death of the third scientist, Dr. Danielle Horton, your skepticism became suspicion." Ron casually said.
The Director's uncovered eye widen in surprise. "We never had any information released about her."
Ron became nervous and knew that he had to say something, but for the first time in his life, was glad for Will Du and his typical arrogant attitude.
"He must have had a friend hack into our systems." Will said, but no one bought it.
The Director shook her head, at how the top agent at Global Justice had always been blinded to other people's skills and gifts.
"I know you don't approve of having help, thinking you can do everything on your own," The Commander said. "But you will work with him."
Will and Ron heard the irritation within the Director's voice and Ron knew one thing. Will was going to have a very bad week. Will Du didn't like it, but Ron on the other hand, was going to enjoy every minute of it. Dr. Director, however, wasn't finished.
"If you want, you can take a new agent." The Director offered. "There are some new agents that are in need of one."
"I don't need a partner." Will said, completely rejecting the idea. "They will only get in my way."
Dr. Director thought about the agent's response for a moment, then thought of something else. "On second thought. Agent Du, I am ordering you to take a partner, to teach and train them. You just might learn something from them."
"Not likely." Ron spoke up, gaining an irritated glare from Will Du.
The Director turned and nodded to Ron. "Ronald, we're counting on you to help us."
Ron smiled and said. "Will do."
Will did a double take. He didn't know wither Ron was trying to be humorous or not. Needless to say, the agent didn't say anything.
With that, the commander turned and left both people as she went to her office. Ron was excited and was ready to get to work, only to be stopped by an arrogant agent.
"Is there anything I can do, partner?" Ron asked, trying to get under the agent's skin.
That remark only made him more irritated. "I want to make this clear." Will Du started. "Even though, Dr. Director brought you into this, doesn't mean I want to work with you."
"Come on." Ron said. "I'm sure you'll like me when you actually get to know me."
"Stoppable. This case is very important, and I don't want any amateurs messing this up." Will Du said, stressing the amateurs part. "And I, not you, am going to solve this case. We clear?"
"I wouldn't have gone with something as traditional as 'We clear?' You could have gone foreign." Ron suggested, clearly not serious. "'Right, compadre?' 'Capisce?'" Ron paused for a second, for effect. "Could have had a little fun with it: 'You dig my jist, sweet pants?'" The GJ agent only looked annoyed, when he turned to leave. "These are just suggestions."
Shaking his head, Ron only smiled as he left to the exit. A number of things concerned him. He might miss something and be proven that he wasn't a psychic and might be arrested, or how he could get help. Kim was very busy and he didn't want to bring her into this. All the villains stopped with their crimes two years ago and Kim had gotten use to having a more normal life.
Ron was sure about one thing; He was going to have a good week.
Let's recap. Ron is now believed to be a psychic and was asked by Global Justice to solve a crime. Will Du must have a partner while trying to solve this case. Who is it going to be and will they regret coming to GJ? Who will go crazy first, Will Du, or Ron Stoppable?
Any and all questions, comments, ideas and anything else are welcome.