After returning to her small flat, Kim changed into casual dress, packed her bags, selected her weapons of choice from the small arsenal of weapons underneath her bed, and locked the door on her way out. It was going to be some time before she would be returning to her small sparsely furnished flat.

Returning to GJ Headquarters, she dropped her equipment off for a drop shipment to the safe house she was assigned to in New York City. Next she checked out a Sony Vaio laptop computer, picked up her travel documents and information packet giving a brief overview of the identity she was to assume once she landed on the ground in the United States.

Once she was processed through airport security, she was able to finally settle into her seat on board the large Airbus 300. The flight from Geneva to LaGuardia Airport in New York would take a while. So now was a good time for her to catch up on her sleep.

She rested her head back on the headrest of the seat and closed her eyes. Kim slowed her breathing and tried to will herself to go to sleep, but it wasn't working. She was too excited. This was her first big case. She would be working all by herself and without the safety net of Will Du looking over her shoulder every second of the day.

Finally she opened an eye and mumbled to herself. "I wish they would have flown me in on a hover jet. I haven't flown on one of those in ages."

Sitting up straight she retrieved her briefcase and opened it. "I know, I know, low profile…Hover jets are anything but low profile."

Opening the sealed envelope with her mission information she quickly skimmed the documents. "I am to be Kim Parsons, NYPD detective assigned to the rape taskforce with the 18th precinct in Manhattan…."

Kim giggled happily and clutched the envelope to her chest. "This is so cool. I'm back in the game. I'm really back in the game."

A wide smile still on her face she placed the envelope back in the briefcase and slid it under her seat. It had been a long time since she had felt this good. She looked out the small window and thought to herself. "I'm going to find Ron, I won't chicken out this time. I'll find him and tell him…I'm sorry."

She settled back into her seat and remembered her last abortive attempt to speak to her childhood friend. Ron was in London for a preseason football game to be played in Wembley Stadium. It was the first time Kim had saw Ron since they had broke up in July of 2008. Five long years had gone by since that day. Kim closed her eyes and played the whole London fiasco out in her head.

Kim arrived early at the Wembley Plaza hotel. This was to be the hotel that the Miami Dolphins would stay at during their week in England. The Miami Dolphins and their star rookie running back Ron Stoppable were scheduled to play an exhibition game against the 2012 Super Bowl Champion San Francisco 49er's.

London had learned to enjoy and appreciate American Football. The interest level was extremely high for this season as there were to be two games played at Wembley. A preseason game between the Dolphins and the 49's, and a regular season game between the St. Louis Rams and Cincinnati Bengals the interest level in England was at an all time high.

The interest level for a certain redheaded Global Justice agent was also at an all time high. Kim Possible closed her eyes and tried to steady her breath. "It's alright girl, it's not as if you're a total stranger or some kind of weirdo stalker. It's only Ron, it's only been five years."

Kim had lost herself easily in the large crowd that had assembled to see the team arrive. Smiling Kim looked around at all the white Dolphins jerseys sporting the number 21 with the name Stoppable over the number.

An elegantly dressed man from the hotel stepped to the middle of the room and held up his hands to quiet the crowd. "May I have your attention please?"

The man waited until the large crowd had quieted down enough to hear him. "The Miami Dolphins team plane has landed at Heathrow Airport."

A loud cheer went up from the group gathered in the lobby. The vibe in the hotel was electric and infectious. Kim could feel herself being caught up in the excitement. The man gestured again for silence, "The team is loading onto buses and shall be here at the hotel within the hour."

Another loud cheer went up. This time with Kim's voice added to it. The man continued to hold up his hands once again to silence the throng of people. "Please, please, the Miami Dolphins have requested that you refrain from all attempts for autographs or photographs until after the team have checked in."

The crowd cheered and then broke up to drift away to various parts of the lobby. Kim drifted over to a corner by the luggage carts. From this vantage point she could see out the window into the drive where the buses would be arriving. Her ears picked up when she caught the mention of Ron's name by a couple of bellmen.

One of the bellmen was shaking the newspaper at the other bellman. "Look here Henry. It says right here that this fellow named Jefferies had to teach this guy Stoppable how to dress right."

The bellman named Henry laughed, "Get out of here..."

"No, no, he says they give this bloke Stoppable 80 million dollars just for signing his name to a piece of paper. Says this guy Jefferies got tired of the millionaire white boy showing up for work in shorts and t-shirt. So he takes him out and teaches him to buy a suit."

Henry the bellman laughed, "Mate you give me 80 million and I'll show you how to buy a lot of suits."

Kim smiled and wondered off to a discreet distance to eavesdrop in on more conversations. She brushed past a man and his young son. The boy was wearing a number 21 Miami Dolphins jersey and looked to be about 8 years old.

"Now remember Danny, try to get him to sign the card and when we get back home we can sell it on Ebay for a lot of money."

"Great just what Ron needs, someone else trying to make a buck off of him." She thought as she wondered over to a group of giggling teenage girls.

"The Star says he's engaged to Angelina Alverez but I don't believe it. He's only dated her once."

"God, did you see him in Airplane 3 Starforce, he is just totally yummy."

Kim lifted an eyebrow, "Engaged... movie... yummy?"

Drifting away from the chaos, she made her way towards the front desk. There a man who appeared to work for the Dolphins was on the phone. She settled in near the gift shop and pretended to window shop.

"...Right, right, so we get the team into the hotel. Unit meetings at 2:00 PM, then we load up on the bus for a quick meet and greet with the media at Wembley at 4:00 PM, back to the hotel at "6:00 PM and bed check is 10:30, lights out at 11:00."

Kim smiled, remembering a time when she had to smuggle Ron back into his dorm in Wyoming to make a bed check. That was six years ago. She sighed, "I should have gone to school with Ron."

"Tomorrow, we got an ESPN crew that's going to follow around Stoppable and Jefferies all day. Yeah, yeah, they're going to a tailor over on Sevile Row...Ah...Davies and Son, I think? Yeah, yeah the press is eating that suit story up."

Kim grinned as she continued to eaves drop. "Yeah it is a funny story."

"Oh, you know how Stoppable is...if it helps him get pussy, he's all for it."

The grin quickly vanished from Kim's face. She moved away from the man on the phone. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Well after all she thought, it had been five years. What was she expecting, Ron to remain celibate? Pining away for a love that he lost?

The thought of Ron finding comfort with another woman was disturbing to Kim so she faded way towards another man on a cell phone that looked vaguely familiar. She tried to place the dark complexioned man in the blue business suit. Then she remembered. She had seen him at Cousin Rubin's wedding.

The man on the phone was Ron's cousin, the lawyer. Kim struggled to remember a name, and then it came to her, Raffi. Cousin Raffi the lawyer, who also now appeared to be cousin Raffi the agent.

"Yes, yes, now you do understand that Mr. Stoppable can not be seen drinking your product on television in the United States...Right, right holding the bottle only. Anywhere else in the world he can suck down as much suds as you want him to."

Smiling a secret little smile, Kim knew for a fact that Ron could suck down the suds. They had both put sucked down a lot of suds at a little place in Wyoming known as Cowboy's. Closing her eyes she could still see herself flying off the mechanical bull while she was three sheets to the wind.

"Man those were good days." She thought to herself.

"So for the two television spots and the print campaign we're talking about what? Is that pounds or dollars? Mr. Gordon for 600,000 pounds, Ron Stoppable is all about Guinness beer."

Kim's eyes flew open at the mention of the numbers. Her head was swimming as she walked away from the man. "600,000 pounds, that's...nearly 1.4 million dollars for 2 TV commercials and a photo shoot...DAMN!"

She drifted over towards the lights for a TV news broadcast. Kim saw on the side of the camera that the media was from Miami. WFOR the local CBS affiliate was already interviewing excited football fans.

Kim strayed over to see the local sportscaster interviewing a father and son. The two were both very excited. They were both wearing number 21, Ron Stoppable Dolphin jerseys.

"So you're both from Dade County and have followed the team to London for the game."

The father grinned happily, "We've been following the team around ever since they drafted Ron Stoppable in the first round."

"I guess you were one of the many that purchased season tickets the Monday after the draft?"

The father and son both nodded their heads. "Oh yeah, the fish are going to the Super Bowl. We can feel it."

"As you know with the Super Bowl being held in Miami this year, it could be a home game for our fish."

The two grinned and nodded their heads, "Go FISH!"

The broadcaster held the microphone down to where the boy, who looked to be about 12 could talk. "Have you ever met Ron Stoppable around town?"

"We go to all the practices over in Davie, and he knows me by name."

The boy's father beamed, "That's right, he'll point out and Clint and call him by name."

The broadcaster stood up once again and talked to the father, "So where are you two sitting for Saturday's game?"

The father frowned, "Well the games sold out, so we'll try to get some tickets outside the stadium."

Giving the two a wide toothy grin, the sportscaster did his best to try and not sound sarcastic. "Hey, who knows? Since you two are one a first name basis with Mr. Stoppable, maybe he can hook you up."

The father caught the slight trace of sarcasm and smiled halfheartedly. "Yeah...maybe..."

The sportscaster turned back towards the camera. "Once again this David Hedges for Action 4 news, on the Stoppable Watch."

Frowning Kim studied the father and son and burned their image into her mind. "If Ron can't help you, I sure will."

Kim was beginning to feel sick to her stomach. It had been five years since she had last seen Ron in the flesh. Suppose the man who stepped off that team bus was nothing like the boy she grew up with. After hearing the different snatches of conversations from around the lobby, she just didn't know what to expect anymore.

"THEY'RE HERE!"

There was an excited cry from near the front of the hotel. Kim moved forward along with the crowd of people towards the front of the lobby. She veered off to the left to stand by the porter's station once again. Nervously she liked her lips as she watched two London police cars enter the drive, escorting three large buses.

Remembering her Global Justice training she quickly took two steps back from the window and three steps to the left. The glare from the August sun off the large plate glass panels would break up her outline and keep her hidden from view. She put a hand to her mouth, "I can't do this...I can't do this..."

The buses pulled to a stop outside the hotel. The doors opened and a group of very large well dressed men stepped out of the buses and onto the pavement. The only well dressed man that really stood out was a 5 foot 10 inch blonde headed man wearing a very nicely tailored blue suit.

Kim kept the hand over her mouth to stifle the gasp as she realized who the man was. Taking another step back away from the window, she whispered the only word she could think of to describe the blonde headed man, "Yummy..."

The team walked through the wide sliding glass door to enter the lobby. The expectant crowed surged forward. Many of the players just pushed on past, many of them not even acknowledging the crowd of Dolphin fans that had gathered to greet them.

Ron however didn't have the luxury of being able to glide past the expectant throng. He was quickly mobbed and surrounded by hordes of happy and jubilant Dolphin fans. Ron grinned and began to sign autographs for the lucky fans near the front of the crowd.

Her legs were shaking as Kim neared the large crowd. Dozens of digital camera flashes went off at once, causing her to momentarily be disoriented. She circled around towards the back of the group to stay out of Ron's sightline. She couldn't get over how good he looked. His well tailored blue suit seemed only to accentuate his powerful physique. Staring more intently at her old friend, she could help but notice how muscular he had become over the last five years. Kim licked her lips, "He's got to be at least 200 pounds now."

He stood just a bit taller than she, but compared to the other players on the team. Ron was a dwarf. Kim smiled, "A dwarf, but a very cute dwarf." She thought.

"Hey Stoppable, Dozer Phelps from the Niners says he's going to try to put you out for the season Saturday."

Kim turned her attention towards the mouthy fan. "What?"

Ron ignored the fan as he continued to sign autographs.

"He says you cost him a lot of money, when you signed early after the draft."

Glancing up at the man, Ron grinned. "I don't get paid to care what the second pick in the draft thinks."

Laughter echoed around the lobby and Kim smiled. This wasn't so bad. It was truly Ron not some ego driven monster that she had feared would emerge from the bus. Back in Middleton before the invasion, her old friend would have let all this attention go straight to his head. She grinned as she watched Ron work the crowd. He appeared to her to be really centered and focused, all the attention didn't seem to disturb him one bit.

"What are you going to do if you see Dozer Phelps squaring up on you at the goal line on Saturday?"

Ron chuckled and looked up once again, "Same thing I did at Wyoming. Drop my shoulder and run his ass over."

The crowd cheered and Kim clapped along with them. There were chants of 'Go Fish' coming from all corners of the room. Suddenly a loud booming voice could be heard over the entire crowd.

"POWDER RIVER"

Ron glanced around the room and almost looked Kim directly in the eye. She gasped as she realized she was now standing almost directly behind him. The 10 year old boy that Kim had seen getting instructions from his dad on what to do when it was his turn for Ron's autograph was standing right in front of him.

"Hey guy, who do you want me to make this out to?"

"Just your signature will be fine." The father said quickly.

Glancing up at the man, Ron nodded. "Right..."

Kim inhaled deeply. She could smell Ron's cologne and it was intoxicating. She fought back the urge to reach out and play with his blond hair that had been so neatly cut that Kim figured the hair cut alone must have cost at least a 100. Should she touch him on the shoulder? No she thought, best to back away.

"Hey Clint...and Dad...Sorry I don't..."

"Jerry" Clint's father said happily.

Smiling Kim thought, "He really does know the boy by name."

"Jerry and Clint...Timmons, you guys are a long way from home." Ron observed as he continued to sign autographs.

"So are you."

"Ha, ha...Yeah, but The Ron-Man gets paid to be here. You guys had to come over here on your own dime. So where are guys sitting at the game?" Ron asked as he glanced up towards them.

"We weren't able to get tickets."

"What?" Ron said as he quickly glanced around the lobby. Spotting his cousin he called out to him. "Raffi, hook up Clint and his Dad."

Raffi called from the back of the room. "No tickets here Ron, but I can get them in the Guinness box."

Ron looked up quickly, "Really? How many reasons can you give me to get them into the Guinness box?"

"I got 1.45 reasons."

Smiling happily Ron pointed towards the father and son and motioned for them to talk to his agent. "That's a big booyah to you cousin."

The boy was jumping up and down with excitement. Kim wiped a tear from her eye. "Now this is the Ron Stoppable that I remember."

"POWDER RIVER"

Ron glanced around quickly and spotted the man who was calling out the opening stanza of the University of Wyoming battle cry. Ron grinned at him and finished the line.

"LET ER' BUCK!"

"Marry me Ronnie!"

Kim looked around for the source of the voice and discovered it was the group of teenage girls she had over heard earlier. Kim smiled as the girls screamed and giggled as Ron looked their way. She giggled as well thinking she wasn't very much different from them right now.

"Yeah, alright..."

The girls squealed happily again.

Ron grinned and looked at them. "How old are you guys anyway?"

"15 almost 16...sort of."

Ron laughed and shook his head. "I think we better wait a few years. The Ron doesn't need a visit from the Dade County Sheriffs department."

The girls giggled and laughed. They settled for having their pictures taken with the Dolphins star running back.

Sighing happily Kim pushed through the crowd and left the hotel. She would be back later in the evening when things had settled down and try to accidentally run into her old childhood friend.

It was early evening when Kim returned to the hotel. She walked in the sliding front door and was dismayed to see that the hotel was still very crowded. Except now instead of football fans, the new crowd was made up of mostly young college girls dressed to kill. Each girl was hoping to land one of the rich American athletes that were staying in the hotel.

Kim looked at her reflection in the gift shop window and shook her head. "I knew I should have dressed sluttier."

Walking towards the hotel bar, she realized she was dressed far too conservatively for the night. Kim walked into the dimly lit bar and ignored the ladies looking her up and down. Snickering behind her back as she passed by, she frowned as she found an unobtrusive spot near the back of the bar in a darkened corner.

She sat down at a table for two that was partially hidden by a large fake palm tree. Kim frowned as she looked at the other girls. "I don't know why they're being so catty with me. I mean, it's not like I'm dressed like a Sunday school teacher."

Regretting her decision to wear the sensible black pants suit, with the white top, a thin strand of gold necklace, and a pair of comfortable shoes, she decided she didn't look like a Sunday school teacher. She looked like an undercover Global Justice agent trying to look hip.

Closing her eyes she rested her head back against the wall, "God Damn, I've been spending too much time with Will Du."

Opening her eyes and sitting up straight. Kim adjusted her top, "No, no, it's not going to matter what I'm wearing. Ron is going to like me for who I am, not how I'm dressed. We're going to spend the evening talking, and I'm going to put things right."

Glancing towards the entrance of the bar, she saw Ron enter. Kim gasped, "Oh shit..." as she quickly ducked behind the palm.

Peeking around the corner she noticed that Ron was no longer wearing the blue suit from earlier in the day. He now wore a pair of cowboy boots, tight jeans and a loose fitting Hawaiian shirt. Kim licked her lips once again and mumbled, "Yummy"

Ron walked towards the bar and ordered a beer. A young blonde girl in a little white strapless nothing walked over to him and touched his shirt. She was smiling and being fun, and flirty. Ron smiled and talked to her as he waited on his beer.

Kim fumed from behind the fake palm tree. "Get away from him he is mine."

The blonde breezed past Ron, looking over her shoulder to see if he was watching. Much to Kim's dismay, he was.

Ron took a sip of his beer. Kim could almost bet that it was probably a Guinness. She watched him survey the bar and then lock eyes with hers. He started to walk towards the palm tree. "SHIT"Kim gasped as she sat up straight to hide behind the tree.

"Kim is that you?"

Closing her eyes tightly, Kim nodded her head. She was just getting ready to answer when she heard another woman's voice.

"I'm sorry but my name's not Kim."

Kim leaned back in her chair quickly and peeked around the fake palm tree. And there she saw not more than 10 feet away from her was Ron Stoppable talking to a rather busty redheaded woman.

Ron fretted nervously. "Oh, oh...geez...I'm so sorry...It's just that from across the bar you looked like my first girlfriend Kim. She had red hair too...till she became a blonde."

Kim frowned at the mention of the word blonde. "Man, I'm never going to live that down."

"Oh it's alright dear."

Glancing around Ron took a sip of his beer and turned his attention back to the girl. "Well sorry to bother you, I'll just head on back to the bar."

The redheaded girl smiled and motioned for Ron to sit down. "Now you don't have to go running off so soon, have a seat."

Looking around the room Ron stuck his hand into the pocket of his jeans and then turned back to face the woman. 'Really...I'm not imposing or anything?"

The woman smiled, "I came with my friend Audrey, she's over there talking to that black bloke. He's one of those American footballers." She told Ron as she pointed to a brunette across the bar.

Grinning Ron sat his beer down on the table and had a seat. "Yeah, that's Ricky James, he's a wide receiver."

"So tell me about this Kim girl. Did she break your heart?" The woman asked.

She was hoping to hear a good story. Kim however wanted to hear no story at all. "Get away from her Ron..."

Sighing Ron nodded his head. "Yeah, yeah she did."

"Awwwwww, you poor dear, tell Donna all about it. My name is Donna by the way." She told Ron as she gave him a soft understanding smile.

"Oh...yeah, my name's..."

Donna leaned over closer to him. "You don't have to tell me, I've seen you all over the telly. You're one of those American footballers, that one they keep going on and on about."

Ron grinned happily, "Yeah, yeah, that's me..."

"So tell me about Kim..."

"Well there's not much to tell actually. Boy grows up with girl, boy falls in love with girl, girl says she loves boy...boy stays in the states and goes to school, girl goes to school at Cambridge...Girl meets someone else and..." Ron stopped talking and looked into his beer.

"Awwww, was the breakup bad?" Donna asked.

Ron frowned and nodded his head, "Yeah, real bad...You know in the movies the boy usually gets a chance to do something heroic or gallant to woo back the girl...Doesn't work that way in real life."

Kim closed her eyes, "No it doesn't..."

Donna put her hand on top of Ron's, and gazed deep into his eyes. "I know, but time heals all wounds."

"No, no, some wounds don't heal. I still love her...I've been all over the United States and now I'm here in England and I still...I still look for her whenever I enter a bar or...or a restaurant. I keep thinking...one of these days she'll be there...and she'll say...Hey Ron...what's the sitch...and maybe...just maybe, I can find that one special love again." Ron finished speaking and looked forlornly into his beer, before taking a big drink.

Kim's heart melted and she came close to jumping up and running to hug him. Instead she just sat in her seat, glassy eyed. He still loved her. He still looked for her everywhere. There was hope they could be together again.

"I'm sorry you never found your friend."

"No...no...but...I think I made a new one."

Donna smiled and reached over and stroked Ron's cheek, "I think your right."

Ron started to laugh and covered his face. "I...I don't believe this is happening to me...I...I mean, I'm really awkward around girls. But with you...I...I feel like I can tell you anything."

"Awwwww, that's so sweet..."

Kim crossed her arms angrily, "That's the beer Ron..."

"Uh...look...I don't know how to say this. Geeeeez I'm so bad with girls. My life is...different you know? I mean, I'm told when to get up, what to eat, what to do, when to go to bed, when to get ready for a trip...I...I don't get much of a chance to meet...nice girls." Ron said sadly as he looked into his beer once again.

"Oh that is so sad..." Donna said sympathetically.

Ron laughed and nodded his head, "Yeah, yeah it is...God this is going to sound so cheesy...but..." Ron leaned forward a bit and took Donna's hand, "Right now there's a party going on in my pants...and...and I'd really like to invite you to it."

Kim's mouth fell open, "RON!"

Donna giggled and nodded her head, "Why not...I just love your American accent. Let's go up to your room and have us a party. I...I bet I can make you forget all about this Kim person."

A very happy looking Ron Stoppable stood up from the table and held out his hand. The redheaded woman named Donna took it and the two proceeded to make their way out of the bar. Ron stopped on the way out to talk to a few of his teammates and then he and Donna were gone.

A stunned Kim Possible sat behind a fake palm tree, mouth agape at what she just witnessed. Soon a soft smile came over her face. "He still loves me."

Slowly standing she made her way towards the entrance of the hotel. A football player tried to talk to her but she was in a zip code all her own. "He still looks for me where ever he goes."

Smiling and in a daze Kim strolled past the bank of elevators in the lobby. Then she froze in her tracks. The Global Justice side of her brain began to kick in. She turned back to face the bar and she started to dissect every move Ron Stoppable had made once he entered the bar.

Blinking, she quickly turned and looked at a large clock in the hotel lobby. She began to work the numbers in her mind. "It was now 8:15 PM. If I arrived at say...oh...7:45, that would place Ron entering the bar around 8:00..."

"I don't believe this!"

Kim turned and looked back towards the bar. "So at 8:00 PM, my childhood friend, who knows nothing about girls, enters the bar. Chats up a pretty blond and decides she's not to his liking...moves on. He scanned the entire bar for a promising screw, spots the busty redhead. Makes his way over to her, seduces her and is gone back to his hotel room with his new pillow friend in under 15 minutes."

"OH MY FUCKING GOD...I AM SO FUCKING STUPID!"

The outburst from what on the surface appeared to be a crazed redhead brought the operations at the Wembley Plaza to a halt. All eyes were drawn to the crazed redhead walking in circles with her hands on top of her head.

"You used me...RON STOPPABLE YOU SON OF A BITCH, YOU USED ME!"

"Excuse me madam, may I help you?"

Kim spun around quickly. It took a moment for her green eyes to focus on the three large men employed by the hotel as security personnel. Kim laughed insanely, "No, no, I'm fine...I'm leaving now. I'm just shocked that my childhood friend is A SMOOTH TALKING MAN WHORE!"

Allowing herself to be escorted out the front door, Kim smiled and waved at the large security men as she stood and watched her from inside the hotel. Kim walked out towards the curb and then turned and looked up at the hotel. Wondering what room Ron was in at the moment and just exactly he was doing with his new pillow friend.

Once again she placed her hands on top of head and screamed, "Augggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, WHERE DID YOU LEARN HOW TO DO THAT?"

"Kimberly, do you really think that it is appropriate to be having a mental break down in front of a leading upscale British hotel?"

Kim spun around and saw, much to her dismay. Her constant companion, her shadow, Global Justice's number one field agent, William Du. Kim rolled her head back on her shoulders and laughed insanely.

Will Du was dressed in a conservative business suit looked disapprovingly at the agent in training. "Kimberly..."

"Oh fuck you, Du!" Kim sneered as she spun around to face the hotel. "I don't believe it, I saw it and I still don't fucking believe it."

"What don't you believe?" Du asked calmly.

Turning suddenly Kim made a variety of hand gestures before turning suddenly again to face the hotel, "HIM"

"Him?"

Kim rolled her eyes. "Ron...Ron Stoppable, is a smooth talking son of a bitch. I just watched him breeze into a bar, have a drink, chat up a girl and take her to his room in under 15 minutes. He not only seduced her...HE SEDUCED ME AND HE WASN'T EVEN TALKING TO ME!"

Will Du, arched an eyebrow, "I see..."

Spinning around to face the hotel again Kim placed her hands back on top of her head, "Eduardo was never that smooth...how...HOW?"

Turning back to Will Du, she said, "How...tell me...how?"

"How?" Du said evenly.

Kim blinked and then threw up her hands in frustration. "Yeah, how? I mean..." Pointing furiously at her Global Justice nanny, Kim said urgently. "Du...Du...You...you...your kind of a man...sort of...How did he DO IT?"

Will Du crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes as he took in the very emotionally crazed redhead. "Kimberly...have we been dipping into the herbs and shrooms again?"

Taking a step back, she focused her green eyes on the man. "No...no...I...I'm straight...I'm...I'm just a bit...insane right now...and...and I want to know...where...or...how awkward, ol' Ron Stoppable...learned to do...learned how to pick up women?"

Fighting back a smile, Will Du offered a theory of his own. "Perhaps this can be attributed to...The Ron Factor?"

Wincing at the attempt of humor, Kim rolled her head back on her shoulders and started to laugh insanely. She put her hands on top of her head and turned in a circle. She stopped spinning after a moment and pointed at the Global Justice top dog and said. "You do realize of course that I have to kill you now."

Will Du dropped into a fighting stance as Kim closed the distance towards him Kim aimed a kick at the man's head. He deflected the blow easily, and tried between blows to reason with the mentally unbalanced redhead. "Now...Kim...berly...engag..ing...in...Sim..ulated...combat...is...not...going...to...solve...any...thing..."

Kim growled and aimed a punch at Will Du's throat. "Sim...u...lated..combat...my...ass...I'm...really...try...ing...to...fuck...ing...kill...you...Du."

The fight ended as a flashlight lit up the two figures. Two very concerned looking police officers were now taking in their fight. "Here now, what's going on then?"

The two combatants quickly dug out their identification badges. They both retrieved it at the same time and flashed it at the police officer holding the flashlight and they both said in unison, "GLOBAL JUSTICE"

The two police officers took a step back. The officer holding the flashlight switched it off and said. "Right then, off you go...both of you then...Nothing to see here."

Kim Possible and Will Du were breathing heavily and sweating in the humid early August heat. Kim nodded her head, "Alright...Alright...I...I just have to do something first."

Walking back towards the hotel Kim put her hands on her hips and stared at the high rise hotel. Catching her breath, she inhaled deeply and screamed, "RON STOPPABLE YOU SON OF A BITCH...I STILL LOVE YOU...I still love you."

"Kimberly..."

"What?"

"Pub?"

She turned around to face Will Du and nodded her head, "Yeah...Pub!"

The two police officers watched the Global Justice agents make their way towards London's West End. The office holding the flashlight looked to his partner and shook his head. "Fucking Global Justice Nutters."

The other officer stood with his arms crossed shaking his head, "Shame...shame...shame...How much you think fucking nutters like those two make?"

"Ha...too fucking much if you ask me...Pub?"

"Yeah...alright..."

It was three months later now and Kim Possible was now dozing comfortably on a Trans-Atlantic flight to the United States. A slight smile crossed her lips as she dreamed of that night back in August, she mumbled to herself in her sleep. "I still love you Ron..."

Soon she would land in the United States, find Ron and this time, she would talk to him. That is unless she was turned into sausage before she could find him.