I do not own any Disney characters named herein, and am only borrowing them to tell a nonprofit tale meant for entertainment purposes only.

Kim Possible: Dance Fever

By LJ58

2

"Anything, Wade?"

"Actually, yeah," the young genius that continued to work with her said as his image on the small, digital screen on her 'watch' faded, and was replaced with a length of super-thin, translucent cord. "Take a look at this?"

"Dyno-cord?"

"Exactly," she was told as Bonnie came out of the bathroom, still drying her hair to join Kim at the dinette where she was conferring with Wade.

"What's a string got to do with anything," the brunette demanded as the image zoomed in, and the pearly fibers were shown to be blotched liberally with a dark whitish powder.

"My analysis indicated the fibers were attached to robotic controls that adjusted the height and placement of the lights and curtains," Wade's voice continued. "Just as you suspected."

"Duh," Bonnie huffed. "We use automatic alterations to keep up with the tempo we set in the show. This is the twenty-second century, after all."

"Maybe," Wade cut back in, his image returning. "But the scans showed that particular cord was attached to a rogue timer that was designed to drop that light on your head at the end of Act III."

"What," Bonnie gasped. "But it didn't fall until….?"

"No. They didn't account for Daylights Saving Time," Wade nodded. "Whoever set it, didn't realize the CPU would automatically readjust itself, and so the release was delayed until after the show because of the time difference."

"Ohmigod," she gasped, looking pale again.

"What about the powder, Wade," Kim focused on her friend as Bonnie looked ready to pass out. "I'm guessing that's a clue."

"A big one," he agreed. "It's chalk dust."

"Oh, please. Half the dancers in the world use that to help….." Bonnie sputtered. "Wait. Are you saying…."

"It looks like an inside job," Wade nodded.

"Oh, God," Bonnie frowned. "Then someone in the troupe may be….?"

"Bonnie, don't worry. We'll find them. Wade," she turned back to him. "Tell me you have something else."

"A trace DNA sample in the chalk. Someone cut their hands doing whatever they did, and I have a trace of their blood in the chalk. Meanwhile, I'm going to try tracking the electronic timer. It had to come from somewhere since it wasn't part of the standard computer setup the troupe is currently using."

"So now you can find them, and call the cops? Right? Right," Bonnie demanded shrilly.

"Unfortunately, because the blood sample is only trace, I cannot fully analyze it without a better sample. Or a comparison. What I have now won't point to anyone. I'm just saying, watch out for people with injured hands."

Bonnie frowned as the 'watch' went dark, and Kim put her left arm down. "He's kidding? Right," she asked, thinking of all the stage hands, gofers, and more than had calloused, and often cut hands just from doing their usual jobs.

"Right now, I wish he were. Still, that does narrow the field. If Wade has ever been wrong, I don't know about it. So if he thinks it's an inside job….."

"But….why? We're doing fantastic! The troupe is on a successful tour. The rehearsals have been going smooth, and our sales are really….great! We're sold out in the next five cities!"

"None of the usual jealousies, or behind the scenes envy," Kim asked, rising to refill her coffee mug, and offering Bonnie one.

She took it, frowning thoughtfully, and filled hers with cream and honey. A lot of honey.

Kim tried not to grimace.

"I can't think of anything," she admitted honestly. "Honestly, we've all been getting along great, and even my understudy was happy to see us doing well. And it wasn't like she wasn't in the spotlight. She had another part aside from being my alternate, so she was already on stage. Or was," she sighed mournfully, and Kim realized Bonnie seriously grieved for the woman, which was not like the high school diva she remembered.

"Well, it's obvious she didn't beat herself up, but…..it's funny she didn't see anyone until she was attacked from behind."

"Not really," Bonnie said quietly as she stirred her steaming coffee. "Jaime walks around with her earphones in almost all the time. She's like….obsessed with opera. She probably wasn't even paying attention to anything until…."

She sighed, putting her spoon aside to sip from the cup.

"I'm sorry. But don't worry. We will find this person. And we will stop them."

"That's why I let Debra call you once I found out she was trying to hire you," Bonnie nodded.

"Well, aside from the physical evidence, which isn't telling us much just now, we're obviously missing something. If I know anything, it's that even the wackos have motives. We just have to figure it out, and then we can use it to find them."

Bonnie finally sit down at the small table opposite Kim as she shot her a sardonic expression.

"I mean, there is something we're both overlooking. People don't pick targets randomly. Not really. So there is something that made someone decide to target you. We just have to figure out what, and why, and then we'll find who even if the other evidence doesn't play out."

"And how do we do….what you said?"

"You said the accidents didn't start until the actual performance tour began?"

"Yes," Bonnie sighed wearily, having gone over all of this too many times with the detectives who had written the first mishaps off without hesitation. "The second show after our premiere in Upperton, and at the time, I didn't think about it. Accidents do happen," she shrugged. "Then….the accidents….increased."

"And kept coming," Kim nodded. "All right. Go back two… Three months before the tour, and let's review everything, and everyone you know."

"You're kidding," Bonnie sputtered, putting her mug down.

"Anything. From a fan, old flame, or even someone that you cut off in traffic. We need to consider everything, and form a timeline of your life to determine…."

"Why don't you just ask for my diary," Bonnie muttered.

Kim's left brow rose over her perfectly sculpted face still darkly tanned despite the season. She had just come for three weeks in the south Pacific guarding a major political figure in the Philippines when she got the call from Bonnie's agent.

"I was kidding," Bonnie hissed.

"I'm not asking for your innermost secrets, Bonnie," Kim sighed, pausing to drain her second cup of coffee before rising to fill her cup again. "But you might want to review your diary yourself, and see if anything…..unusual sticks out."

"I guess you have a point. But…..you're not going to be reading it," she huffed.

"I really don't want to invade your privacy, Bonnie," she laughed lightly.

"Says the woman that invited me into her bed last night."

Kim's eyes rounded, and Bonnie's cheeks flamed almost as bright as her former rival's hair. "I didn't mean it like that," she sputtered. "It just….slipped out, and…."

"Don't worry about it. I know you're under a lot of pressure."

Bonnie sighed, watching Kim down her coffee like water. "Do you live on that stuff?"

"Well….."

"No wonder you're so hyper," she grumbled. She took another sip of her own coffee, and sighed. "I don't suppose you have anything to eat in here?"

"Uh, not really. A few microwave pizzas, but….I'm not actually here that often. And I rarely cook, so….."

"Geez, no wonder you can't keep a guy."

Now Kim actually scowled.

"Sorry. Sorry. Old habits," Bonnie said, looking at Kim uneasily. "It's just…. How do you live like…..?"

She gestured around her helplessly with one hand.

"I'm usually in and out, and too busy to notice," she said, eyeing the generally Spartan apartment that was more a place to sleep, or change her clothes more than anything else.

"Don't you ever…. I don't know, take a vacation? Something?"

Kim couldn't help but smirk.

"What?"

"Sorry. Just….remembering something funny."

"So, I'm in fear of my life," the brunette huffed, "And you're flashing back to comedic moments? What, you and Naco-boy?"

"No," she said somberly. "Someone….else."

"I didn't think there was anyone else with your track record. I mean, you dated Josh all of what? Two minutes. Then there was that weird thing with Brick, and that TV lady. Oh, and that transfer student. What was his name? Derik, Ker…."

"Eric," she scowled. "And the less said about him, the better."

"Touchy. Okay, anyway, I'm just saying, K. You have got to have more than this, or someday…. Well, what happens when you, retire, or whatever? Are you saying this is all you have to come back to in the end," she asked, looking around pointedly again.

"I have my doctorate. I even plan on setting up my own lab, too, once I can get funding….."

Bonnie just leveled a pointed stare her way.

"I'm happy with my life, Bonnie. Besides, aren't you the one that just said you were dumped…."

"What?"

"Junior," she murmured. "I wonder if he knows something…..?"

"Junior," she laughed. "Please, Kimberly. That boy wouldn't know the first thing about theater, and he hates classical dance. And music."

"It wouldn't be the first time he attacked others more…..creative than he is," she pointed out. "I'll have Wade check him out just to be sure we're being thorough here."

"Fine. But it was over two years ago. I doubt he even remembers me."

"Well, that said, what of your…..retirement plans," Kim asked as she saw down again, another fresh cup of coffee in her hand. "Are you seeing anyone….?"

"With my schedule? Besides, I have my own plans that don't involve mad science, or whatever," she said, waving her hand delicately in dismissal of Kim's earlier words.

"Really," Kim asked, her smile faintly dismissive.

"Scoff if you will, but I'm on the path to my dreams."

"Well, so am I, Ms. Rockwaller," Kim drawled as she eyed her over her cup before taking another gulp.

Bonnie only sniffed disdainfully.

"So….? What are you planning," Kim asked. "I'm only asking, because if someone else knows, it might be something they don't want you doing."

"I don't see how it would matter. I plan to milk my fifteen minutes like a Jersey cow, then open up a studio for girls that want to learn to dance." She smiled as she added, "I still remember my first years in a dance studio. They were the happiest in my life."

"But…..didn't you stop to go into cheerleading?"

Bonnie only scowled now, eyeing her as if remembering just who she had been. "Not my choice. It was expected, and at the time, I couldn't let my sisters, or you, overshadow me," she huffed anew.

"Okay," Kim nodded. "I can see that. We were all caught up in a lot of peer pressure back then."

"Back then," Bonnie huffed. "I saw that Tobias interview, K. You practically let these losers drag you around by your nose. A favor here. A favor there. If they had to actually pay you….."

"I don't do what I do for pay," she told her.

"Well, if you did, I'll bet you wouldn't need to wait for someone else to fund that lab you want."

Kim only sighed. She rather doubted Bonnie was ever going to get her motivations.

"Back to you," she cut her off. "Seriously, does anyone else know about your plans?"

"Just my mom. And she even offered to front me the loan to start up now just to keep me at home. She's having empty nest issues lately."

Kim frowned.

"No! My mother is not trying to off me," Bonnie squealed.

"No, no. I was wondering what your sisters think? I remember you guys were once pretty competitive."

"You're kidding. Connie is like uber into fashion divadom now, and Lonnie is off doing the Peace Corps thing as a volunteer doctor in some dreadful foreign country to pad her medical résumé. I doubt either one of them knows, or cares what I've been doing."

"Just being thorough. So….. You're hungry?"

"Duh? I did just ask like ten minutes ago if you had anything in this dump."

"Well, there's a café that's pretty good down the block. We can stop for breakfast on the way out after you're ready to go."

She eyed Kim in the ugly purple thingy, with the wrinkled cargo pants she was wearing. "And….you're going out like that," she asked.

Kim looked down at herself.

"What? I always look like this."

Bonnie sighed, but said nothing as she headed for the back room, pausing to get her small tote she had carried in from the theater with her own change of clothes.

Kim heard her muttering about closet dykes, and shook her head.

Bonnie might have found her niche of late, but it was plain she had not changed that much. Then again, she was still chasing bad guys, and trading favors five years after graduating high school, and even if she had her PhD, it was still just a piece of paper in her drawer just now compared to what most were doing with their credentials.

She sighed.

She was happy with her life. Why did no one understand that?

KP

"Mmmmm, this is ambrosia," Bonnie moaned as she ate the last bite of the single waffle topped with fresh strawberries she had ordered.

"I thought you'd like it. They have the best food here," Kim agreed, finishing off a classic breakfast platter that Bonnie could not believe the slender woman had downed like a vacuum had cleaned her plate.

"Where do you put it all? My God, if I ate like this all the time, I'd have to live in the gym," the more voluptuously rounded brunette told her as she set her glass back down after finishing off the cold cranberry juice she favored.

"I guess I never thought about it," Kim shrugged. "I'm pretty active, and my metabolism is pretty hyper."

"And you still look like you should be in high school," Bonnie said, eyeing the former cheerleader turned heroic icon that had made a second name for herself saving the world from real outer space aliens. Of course, only a few people knew that it had really been Ron Stoppable who helped the unlikely hero Drew Lipski save their planet. At the time, despite her misgivings, Ron had made her promise not to mention his mystical monkey powers, or even his role in their victory.

Drew had only been too happy to take all the credit he could. Kim hadn't felt right.

She still didn't.

"I don't look that young anymore," Kim laughed, downing the last of her tenth or twelfth cup of coffee. Black. No sugar.

Bonnie was pretty certain it wasn't decaf either.

"Ready to go," Kim finally asked, putting down her mug she had finally told the waitress not to bother refilling.

"Sure. I do still have to make rehearsal this morning before we get ready for tonight's show. Whatever else, the show really must go on."

"I'll take your word for it," Kim said, and rose to take the check to the cashier.

Bonnie didn't argue.

"Walk, or taxi," Kim asked as they stepped out on the sidewalk a few minutes later.

"We'd better walk," Bonnie said, stretching slightly. "That breakfast was good, but I feel ten pounds heavier."

Kim only chortled, and glanced around before she led the way toward the local theater.

"Laugh while you can," Bonnie huffed. "One of these days, all those calories will catch up to you. It's inevitable," she predicted.

"Have you seen my mother," Kim scoffed. "She still eats as much as I do, and she manages."

"I curse your genes," Bonnie growled, conscious of every inch she put on.

Kim only chortled again.

They were about to turn up the road that the last half mile up a sloping hill to their destination when she realized people were shouting, and pointing. She glanced up the hill, and saw the car barreling down the sloping road right at them.

"Kim," Bonnie screeched, realizing they were about to be hit as the car accelerated right at them.

Kim grabbed her, even as she pointed her right hand up, and then Bonnie screeched as they were airborne, and the air was suddenly filled with a thunderous impact as the sedan slammed into the side of the building just below their dangling feet.

"Hang on," Kim told her needlessly as they dangled from the grapple she had ried at the roof just seconds before the car could hit them.

Kim's own eyes were on the car as Bonnie clung to Kim, staring down at the sidewalk where the obviously empty car had just slammed into the wall beneath their feet. Kim frowned as she pressed a switch, letting the grapple lower them back down as she kept an eye on the car that had came out of nowhere to almost run them down just as they had made the turn onto that road.

Someone, she realized, had to have been watching them all along.

"You….saved my life. Again," Bonnie gasped, still clinging furiously to her even after they reached the ground.

"Relax. It's no bi….."

"Yes! Yes, big. Kim, someone is trying to kill me! And you…. You….."

"Kim Possible," a burly man in blue asked as he drove up to the crime scene just then ahead of another cruiser. "What's going on this time," the officer asked knowingly.

"Someone's trying to kill me," Bonnie cried, and still held onto her new bodyguard.

"Ms. Rockwaller has been suffering a lot of unlikely accidents lately," Kim nodded. "They called me in to find out what's going on."

"I see. Did you see the driver….?"

"There was none," Kim said, now firmly pushing Bonnie back as she activated the Kimmunicator on her wrist, and called Wade. "It was apparently being operated by remote control."

"Good guess," Wade said, and appeared on the digital face even as he spoke. "There's a wifi remote-activated module in the engine, Kim. But here's our best lead yet," he said, and showed her a traffic cam view of someone leaning over the car parked near a sidewalk, the hood up, before they closed the hood, then walked away just before the car roared to life to speed down the block.

She eyed the shadowy image and asked, "Have you been able to clean up the footage, and get a better look….?"

"No. But they're obviously male. Stocky, and at least six-three," Wade pointed out. "I'm guessing he's Caucasian, too, from the lightness around features visible."

"Which still describes a lot of people even in Upperton," the police officer drawled as he stood close enough to listen, knowing Possible was usually on top of things long before most legal maneuverings even cleared a warrant.

"Keep on it, Wade. This is our best lead. Especially since he had to be in the area watching us to know to set the trap. Meanwhile, let's scan the entire car, check any area cams that might have caught him, and then I'll get Bonnie to her rehersal."

"Stay sharp, KP. Whoever this is, they're obviously not playing around," Kim was told needlessly by her longtime friend.

"Tell me about it," Kim said, eyeing the still pale brunette who stood speaking to the other officer who was taking her statement as she made wild gestures that were her way of explaining the sitch.

"Anything else we need to know?"

Kim studied the officer, decided he was sincere, and nodded as she explained what little she did know.

"Well, we don't if they're local, but these accidents have followed her from Upperton to New York, and back again. Someone seriously wants her gone. Haven't you heard about this yet? I understand the first accidents happened here at the start of the tour."

"We never heard anything about it until now, Miss Possible," the officer told her blandly. "I'll let my Chief of D's know what's going on, though. Meanwhile, you might want to keep Ms. Rockwaller out of the public eye."

"Hard to do when she has another performance tonight before the show closes."

"Let's just hope it doesn't close permanently, then," the man told her grimly as Kim turned to run her Kimmunicator over the car, and the engine compartment, especially the area where she had seen the shadowy figure leaning over the vehicle.

"Got it, Wade?"

"Everything to be got. I'll let you know if I find anything."

"Us, too, if you don't mind," the officer asked as he eyed the young, husky teen that looked like he spent his spare time lifting weights.

"Of course, officer. Call me if you need anything else, KP," he said, and was gone.

"Funny, we weren't asked to provide security if things are this serious."

"You'd have to talk to the producers," Kim told him. "To be honest, it was Ms. Rockwaller's agent who called me in when the accidents grew too frequent, and too serious to ignore. In fact, there's a victim in the hospital now because a stand-in was apparently mistaken for Bonnie. Jaime Summers? I understand her legs were severely injured, and she might have suffered cranial trauma of some kind."

"I'll look into that when I file my own report," he nodded. "Just….try to keep Ms. Rockwaller out of the street. If only for public safety," he added, knowing the last time Kim Possible had been in Upperton, it involved robot spiders, and super villains destroying half the downtown area. Frankly, he was almost happy to hear it was a simple stalker.

He had feared the worst when someone described the redhead dangling from a roof by….a hair dryer.

"Well, I'll do my best," she said, and went to collect Bonnie.

To Be Continued…