Hola, amigos! mattb3671 here. Hope all are doing well, and had a great holiday, whatever you celebrate! Sorry you had to wait so long for this chapter, my work was taking up all my time over the season. And my will to live! No big, I'm here now, and I've brung a big plate of smuffchops along. Dig in! Peace & Love, and THANKS!

Many thanks to campy, for being my beta on this one. Your help was amazing! Nooni's making you some Peach Rice Squares as we speak!

On with the show!


Chapter Two

by mattb3671

GCU campus…

Kim bolted out of her last class, edging past her fellow students, sounding like Bugs Bunny trying to find seats in a crowded theatre.

It was Friday, just after noon. Saturday night was the big game against Upperton; the cheer team would be bussed in Saturday morning. Not good enough for Kim, she wanted to be home today, by mid-afternoon, snuggled delightfully in the arms of her Ron. Even if he was a bit miffed at her.

"You should have called me, KP…" Ron had grumbled, when she called him after being defeated by Dementor and his thugs last week. "That midget's henchmen are pumped! And this guy in gray, I don't like the sound of him. You could've been hurt!"

"Your studies are more important, Ron." she had fired back, a little bit harsher than she had wanted to. She had been sore, and tweaked that she had gotten beat. That conversation had not ended very well, Kim still bothered by her defeat, Ron vexed at someone trying to hurt her. And at the fact that she didn't call him in.

She had felt bad the very next day. She hadn't wanted to vent her frustrations on Ron, but, well, old habits die hard.

It had taken a very explicit over-the-phone description later in the week of how much she enjoyed eating a Popsicle to soothe her boyfriend's worry and anger. She didn't think she was out of the woods yet, but her Ronny would get over it. He always did, which was a part of the reason she loved him so much.

She whipped out her Kimmunicator, anxiously pressing the go button. "What's the sitch, Wade?"

"Hey Kim. My, aren't we excited…" joshed the young man on the small display. He knew Kim was jonesing for Ron, and also knew just which buttons to push.

"So what's up?"

"Come on, Wade! Do you have a transport ready? Where?" Kim whined.

"Okay, okay, jeesh!" Wade smiled. "There's a chopper waiting in the stadium parking lot. Hurry, your Rondo is waiting…" The techno teen stuck his tongue out at Kim before signing off.

Shoving the com into her cargo pocket with a growl, Kim turned into the entry hall of her dorm. Bursting through her door, she grabbed an overnight bag with all her gear for the weekend, including a hot little pink lace bra & panties set that she had picked up at Claudia's Mystery.

Ron was going to see it. She was going to make sure of it.

Middleton, Colorado…

Ron sat in his bedroom, once again surrounded by tomes of academia. His schedule at MCC was short on Friday, so he had come home (after a quick stop at BN HQ for snackage) and dug in to his books. He was trying to get in as much studying as he could before KP got into town. They had not seen each other for a little over a month now, and he was missing her dreadfully.

His anger at her for not calling him in on the Dementor mission had abated some, okay, a lot, but his worry over her going on missions alone had not. If she got hurt…

"Just 'til the end of the semester…" he grumbled.

Rufus popped up from inside the take-out nachos sitting on the desk. The little rodent could tell something was bugging his pet boy Ron.

"Hnk, Kim?" Rufus squeaked, smiling, his black eyes gleeful. "Today?"

"Yeah, buddy, she's coming home today. Finally. Have you missed her too?" Ron asked, smiling back at his confidante. The pint-sized guy could always raise his spirits.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh!" Rufus cried. "Hnk, you mad?"

"No, I'm not mad at KP. Not anymore, no worries little guy." Ron sighed. "I just wish I could be there for her, like before. She means everything to me, Rufus. I mean, it's not like Kim needs protection; she's pretty tough. But… I dunno, I just wish I could be there. You know what I mean, Rufus?"

The mole rat's face took a sad tilt as he nodded. "Kim."

Ron scratched his buddy's pink head, slowly nodding back. "Yeah… Kim."

After a few seconds, Ron spoke. "All right, enough of this pity fiesta, Wonder Weasel! Kim'll be home in an hour or two. We got to get ready!"

Rufus stood at attention, making a little salute. The dynamic duo went into action.

Meanwhile…

High above the American mid-west, a chopper zoomed across the sky. The occupants were Kim Possible and the pilot, a burly dark-skinned man named T.C. He reminded Kim of one of those actors on Trash TV's Mossburg, P.I. (She would never admit it to Ron, but the lead on that show was an old-school hottie!)

Kim sat on the edge of her seat, as if she could make the craft fly faster with sheer willpower.

The pilot glanced over at the young redhead seated next to him. "Miss Possible, why not sit back and get comfy, we've got about an hour's worth of travel time left."

"Oh…" Kim smirked. She hadn't realized how she was perched.

"Is this your first helicopter ride?" T.C. asked.

"No, not at all…" Kim replied, sitting back into the plush seat. The chopper was owned by Donald Crump, the billionaire. She had rescued his apprentice from an office fire, and he had been grateful. "Although most haven't been as nice as this. It's just that I have a boyfriend waiting in Middleton –"

"Ron Stoppable." T.C. broke in.

"Yes… how did you…" Kim started. She looked at the older man inquisitively.

"I've seen y'alls picture in the news. Hard to forget a pair of crime fighting teens with last names like 'Possible' and 'Stoppable'" the pilot grinned.

"You'd think that, wouldn't you?" Kim agreed. "But you'd be surprised at how many people get Ron's name wrong. Anyway, we haven't seen each other for weeks now, and I…" Kim trailed off, slightly blushing. "It's hard. I miss him."

"High school sweethearts, separated by college?" T.C. asked, smiling.

"Something like that; a little more. We've been together forever, since we were pre-schoolers."

"Aw, that's real sweet. I remember my first love…" T.C. reminisced. A wistful smile spread across his face.

"Still together?" Kim asked.

"No…" said T.C. "… we split up. But I found love again. So did she. It's all good."

"What happened?" Kim wondered. "If you don't mind me asking."

"Well, we just grew apart, I guess. We were at school together, and… we just grew apart. Know what I mean?" he answered.

"Sure do. I dated a boy in high school. Same thing happened to us. We were never in love though. Not like Ron and I are." A dreamy smile that can only be accomplished by young women in love came over Kim's face. "We're gonna get married, you know."

The pilot smiled at the look. "This weekend?"

Kim snapped out of it, slightly flustered. "Ah, no, of course not. But in the future we will, and I'll be Mrs. Kim Stoppable, but we'll still be Team Possible 'cause Team Stoppable doesn't sound right and -"

"You'll live happily ever after?" T.C. cut in on the babbling girl, grinning.

Kim looked at the smiling pilot. "Sort of. I mean, it won't be all peaches and cream, but we'll make it. That's what we do."

T.C. noticed the pure determination in the young woman's eyes.

"I'm sure you will, Miss Possible. I'm sure you will."

Later, at the Possible Home…

Mrs. Possible opened the door on a smiling Ron holding a small bouquet of wildflowers in his hands. He thrust the flowers forward.

"Why Ronny, you shouldn't have! Besides, what would Mr. Possible think?"

"What? Well, ah, these aren't for… ah, these are for Kim, Mrs. Dr. P!" Ron blubbered. "Not that you shouldn't get flowers too or anything… I guess I could split 'em in half and -"

Ann Possible just stood before the young man, thin eyebrow arched, a quirky smile on her bemused face.

"Ohhh, I got ya!" Ron caught on, grinning. "Good one, Mrs. Dr. P! Got me! Completely fished in!"

Mrs. Possible smiled. "Nice flowers, Ron. Kim will love them. She'll be here any minute. Why don't you wait in the…"

The whup-whup of rotary blades came fading into earshot. It was a sound Mrs. Possible had heard many times before, when the kids were in high school; she was certain a helicopter was about to land in the street in front of their home.

Ron's smile broke into full goofball-grin mode as he about-faced, making to head back out the doorway.

"Ronald!" came a cry from down the hall in Mr. Possible's study. Both parents had taken the day off to greet their daughter. He came trotting out, moving up to the blond-haired boy.

"I call 'first hug' this time, buster." mocked James Possible, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Dang! Good call, Mr. Dr. P…" said Ron, "I shoulda thought of that."

"Age and experience, Ronald. Age and experience." Mr. Possible grinned, taking his wife's hand and heading to the front yard. Ron followed closely behind them.

Sure enough, a 'Crump Towers' luxury helicopter dropped down, landing smoothly on the blacktop. Kim jumped out the passenger door, giving a nod and a thumb's up to the amiable pilot. She crouched and ran towards her home.

Mr. Possible got his hug first, and Mrs. Possible the next one, but the hugs they received, while loving, paled in comparison to the one she gave her boyfriend.

Kim jumped him, arms around his neck, legs wrapping around his waist. Ron's flowers were hastily dropped so he could catch and wrap his own arms around her.

His hands came to rest squarely on her bottom. Lips locked, hands squeezed.

Mrs. Possible's mouth dropped open in a surprised giggle of joyful wonderment. She looked at her husband.

James Timothy Possible staggered a bit, flabbergasted. Sure, he knew in the back of his brilliant mind that this type of activity was bound to take place between his Kimmie-cub and young Ronald. He had been young and in love once. He had even walked in on the pair over Christmas, and seeing the kids play full-contact tonsil hockey hadn't scarred him for life.

"That boy… hands on her… Kimberly! Ronald!" he barked.

Ron's eyes popped open in fear. He suddenly realized exactly where his hands were. Kim looked directly at him, their lips still connected, eyes close. The kiss was broken in mutual fear.

"Ron, your hands... my dad..." Kim whispered.

"Oh yeah, right on yer butt, squeezing..." Ron gulped. "…feels great..."

Kim could only smile softly at him before Mr. Possible cleared his throat.

"Ronald, put my daughter down."

"James..." Mrs. Possible toned, taking his arm, "...easy, honey... they're good kids… they just miss each other."

Mr. Possible glanced at his wife, her look letting a lifetime of memories flood his brain, beginning with the curve of Ann Possible's bum and ending with the day Kim had admitted to him that she and Ron were waiting for marriage to...

"Kids, I can accept things… between you two… to a certain point. What I just saw pressed my peeve button a little too hard. Understand? Kimberly? Ronald?" he said with a stern tone.

Kim realized quickly that the matter would be 'forgotten' if they agreed. She jumped off Ron, moving back to her father, taking him in a second, thankful hug.

"Thank you, Dad. You don't know what that means to me."

Mr. Dr. P kissed the top of her head, squeezing her tight.

"... still my little Kimmie-cub?" he asked softly.

"Always." Kim replied, amping up her hug.

Ron just hung back a little, honestly waiting for the ever-looming one-way ticket on a deep space probe.

Mr. Possible let go of his daughter. He met Ron's eye.

"Okay ... all yours, Ronald... but I'm watching."

Ron smiled sheepishly. "Thanks... Mr. Dr. P. Sorry about that…"

"I'm sure you are, Ronald. Don't let it happen again…" Mr. Possible said.

"At least not in front of anyone…" Mrs. Possible smirked. "Come on, it's cold out here, let's get inside. Your brothers will be home soon; heaven forbid we add them to this melee. You're staying for dinner, aren't you Ronald?"

"As if, Mrs. Dr. P; wouldn't miss brain loaf night!" Ron smiled.

"The boy gets to paw my only daughter and eat my food…" mumbled Mr. Possible, as he walked to the house, daughter on one arm, wife on the other. Ron trailed behind, grinning.

Later that evening…

The Possible family and Ron sat around the kitchen table, everyone but Ron sitting back from their plates. Ron, of course, was finishing his third helping of meatloaf and mashed potatoes.

"Hurry up, Ronny! I want to go see Monique at the mall. You've had enough!" Kim chided, rolling her eyes.

"Can't help it, KP…" Ron said around a mouthful, "… yer Mom's cooking is badical."

"Hnk, oh yeah!" cried Rufus, over cleaning the Tweebs plates. He was going to test pilot the latest version of their yet un-named model jet tonight while Kim and Ron went out.

"Thanks Ron." Mrs. Possible smiled. "So what are you two up to tonight?"

Kim told her mom they were going to visit with Monique at the mall, then catch that newest 'Garry Trotter' movie.

"They're gonna sit in the back row…" said Jim,

"… and suck face all night!" finished Tim, both middle schoolers cracking up.

"Tweebs!" Kim shouted, blushing. "Please!"

Mr. Possible shuffled the evening edition of the Examiner, turning to his sons.

"Boys, we don't use terms like 'suck face' when talking about your sister." He turned to Kim and Ron. "And we do not do that in a theatre either."

"Daddy," Kim deadpanned. Ron didn't make any eye contact and touched his face nervously.

Mr. Possible just went back to reading his paper.

Kim elbowed Ron. "Come on, let's go get ready."

The pair put their dinner plates in the dishwasher, and then headed up to Kim's loft. Kim grabbed her bag and ducked behind her dressing screen.

"Why do you have to 'get ready' to go to the mall and movies?" Ron wondered, sitting on the beanbag in Kim's room. "I mean, it's just the mall, and the movies are dark. Must be a girl thing…"

Kim took out the sexy pink undergarments while Ron went on about the differences between boys and girls.

'Oh yes, Ronny, there are differences…' she mused, shedding her clothes and putting on the lingerie.

She hung her shirt over the top of the screen, then gave it a little push so it would fall over to the other side.

"Ron, can you pick that up for me?"

Ron got up and snatched the shirt up. "Here ya go, KP…" he said, hanging it over the top again.

On the other side, Kim frowned. She had wanted him to stick his arm around the side of the screen. Time for Plan B.

Kim tossed her Club Banana cargos ridiculously outside her screen. Ron watched the pants fly, eyebrow arched.

"Oh hinky! Ron, can you get those?" Kim purred, making sure to stick her hand around the side of the screen this time.

Ron walked over to collect the garment. Flying pants were nothing new to him. He reached forward to place them in his girlfriend's waiting hand.

"…those pants sorta got away from you, KP. I know how it is – wha?"

Kim tugged her boy behind the screen, pulling him into her embrace, pants be damned. She reached up, one delicate yet strong hand grabbing the back of his golden locks, pulling his face down to hers.

"Ronshine…" she huskily breathed, "…now, please and thank you."

Weeks of repressed sexual tension poured forth from the kiss the heroes shared. Ron's hands homed in on her bum like a stinger missiles looking for heat, finding skin on skin the topic at hand. He pulled her body into his, one khaki-clad thigh parting two bare ones.

Kim took one big sexy earlobe between thumb and finger, softly stroking the way she knew would excite them both. She nibbled on his lower lip as if were a juicy slice of honeydew, breath pulling in as friction danced its happy fingers from her center to every nerve ending in her body. She pulled back to look into his eyes, eyes the same color as the aged bourbon her father kept in his study.

"I missed you…" she purred.

"Sha, I know, like a fish misses water. And I'm so diggin' your new drawers. Me like…" Ron replied, breathless. His hands were still firmly in position, his eyes dropping to her scantily clad bosom like a politico reading a speech from a teleprompter.

Kim didn't mind. "Thongs, Ron. I bought them just for you, my Monkey Master. This top too. Now, less lip, more lips please…"

They kissed again, a little less ferociously, soft loving passion taking over. Ron lifted, and Kim's legs wrapped around his torso as they had earlier. A soft feminine sound came out of her; he responded by holding her closer, tighter, and stronger.

Ron felt his heart pace quicken, his body respond. He assumed Kim could too, but it didn't bother him in the slightest. Okay, so what they were doing was already pushing it for being upstairs in KP's bedroom with her parents just downstairs. Maybe they had decided to wait; Ron actually thought that was pretty cool. Their honeymoon would be just that much more… honeymoon-ish.

He already knew every soft curve of Kim's beautiful body, from the lean, defined muscles of her calves to the feminine roundness of her tiny ears.

One time, during their Euro-trip, back in the little apartment in Greve…


He lay next to her on one of the single beds in the tiny bedroom. They had been sleeping close together for the last half of the trip, both swearing they slept better that way.

A pale blue moon glow lit the room through the open window, basking her body with an otherworldly shine. How she could manage to be so… sexy while sleeping he would never know. She wore only a white half top and pretty little heart-patterned boy-shorts. Her crimson tresses were mussed from sleep, the way he had decided he liked them best, long eyelashes fluttering atop the movement of her emerald orbs in sleep. Mouth slightly open, slightly round, pink-bronze lips soft and moist.

He noted that her face held no lines; nothing but softness, even her elfin nose was curved up most beautifully. His eyes trailing down traced the line of her collarbone, peeking out from under the neckline of her shirt. Her petite breasts, barely hidden under the almost sheer fabric, just a ghost of womanhood. Rising with each intake of breath, hypnotizing. Arms, toned and graceful, one curled under her head, the other draped across her midsection.

Midsection was not the right word. She had a tummy; you had to say tummy because it was so cute, so girlish, so… tummy. Tiny tummy, adorable belly button. He wondered if she'd giggle if he kissed it, the way she did sometimes when they were… sharing.

Then he followed down the most expansive curve on her body, the firm, warm rise of her hip, rolling up from that tiny waistline, leading down to the shallow crease formed by her –

"…Ron, what are you doing?" She had asked quietly, only startling him slightly.

"Looking at you. You're… perfect." He answered, now studying the coltish bend of her knees.

"I'm so not perfect, Ron…" she smiled.

He turned his head to meet her eyes, his look something akin to his 'serious face', yet softer.

"Just be quiet and let me decide what I think is perfect, okay KP?" he said, eyes moving back to her body.

Kim blushed, but smiled wider, letting him drink his fill, before pulling him on top of her…


Kim watched her lover's face, still riding his waist, his arms around her bottom. They had stopped kissing almost thirty seconds ago, yet he still had his eyes closed, a smug little grin on his face.

"Ronny…" she called.

"Huh? Oh, hi KP." He replied, seeming to snap back to now.

"What were you thinking of?"

"You. Watching you sleep in Europe. Remember that night?"

Kim smiled, leaning in to place her head on his shoulder. "I remember every night, Ron. It was… perfect."

Middleton Mall…

"Shoot, we can take the Giants. Ya'll got no front court!" claimed Monique, waving a chimerito in the air for emphasis.

"Well, you li'l doggies didn't do so well against Duke, did you?" smiled Kim, french fry in hand. "We beat them. Kentucky too. What was the score of the Upperton U/Kentucky game again?"

"Whatever. Upperton University Underdogs, Kim. We're a come-from-behind type of team…" growled the raven-haired girl, taking a snarling bite from her tex-mex tasty. She turned to Ron, eating his 'second' dinner, a meatball sub. Kim and Ron had met up with Monique right in time for her dinner break from her job at Club Banana.The threesome sat in the food court.

"What about you, Rondo? I suppose that because your GF is a GCU cheerleader, you've become a traitorous Giants fan now. Kim tells me she cracked the whip, and you're sitting on their side now." Monique asked.

"I did not say that!" Kim shot back. "Ronny's going to sit where he can watch me cheer, his idea."

"Hmph. So, Underdogs or Giants, Kosher Dilly? Who's it gonna be?" Monique wondered.

Ron pretended not to notice the anxious looks on both girls' faces. "I think it's going to be a pretty good game…" he responded, quickly bringing his sandwich up to his maw.

"Oh no, Blondie, you ain't duckin' out of this one!" Monique cried. "Answer the question, Mighty Monkey Master."

Ron laid his sandwich down. Looking from one beauty to the other, he wondered how he repeatedly managed to find himself between a red-headed Scylla and a black-haired Charybdis. (New college words, to be sure.)

"I will be sitting in the Giants section, so I can watch the GCU cheerleaders. One of them has my heart."

Kim blushed, all smiles. Monique snorted. "Traitor."

"However, I will be wearing my UU Underdogs sweatshirt, and rooting for the home team. And, it's Mystical Monkey Master, I thank you." finished Ron.

"Don't matter. You're still a dang traitor, sitting with those goons. I hope those Giant fans give you a mystical wedgie!" said Monique.

"Maybe you shouldn't, Moni…" Ron smirked. "I got Felix's, yours, and my tickets all together."

"You what?" yelped Monique.

"I didn't want to sit in enemy territory all by myself! I figured you'd have my back!" smiled Ron. Kim giggled behind a hand.

"Got your back! Got your BACK?" cried Monique, standing up. "Only if that means kickin' yer biscuit, Stoppable!"

Next evening, Bryson Hall, Upperton…

'Welcome, viewers, back to tonight's game, the Upperton Underdogs versus the Go City Giants! The Giants are undefeated so far this year, but the U-dogs are giving them a run for their money. I'm Trent Fussburger, and with me as always, Vic Dietal. What do ya think, Vic?' asked the man in the broadcast booth with the hair helmet. To his right sat a balding man with a big excited grin splitting his face.

'Round-ball, Baby! Tie ball game, 18 seconds left, tandem timeouts, you name it! This is what makes college hoops worth watching! And I'd lay money down on this being a prelude to the Final Four, Trent.' Vic cried. 'I adore this game!'

'And you saw it here on… MBS. And speaking of bets, what are the odds that the world-saving teens known as Team Possible would be in the house tonight?'

The cameraman above them drew a close up on Kim, clad in her GCU cheer uniform, riling up the fans sitting behind the Giants' backboard. As if she knew the limelight was on her, she pulled off a perfect standing back-flip, igniting the crowd.

'That's right, that's Kim Possible, currently a freshman at GCU, down on the floor cheering for the Giants. And in the first row of the GCU stands, get this, wearing a UU sweatshirt, is, uh, ah, er…' Fussburger was quickly handed a sheet of paper from the network spotter sitting next to him, as the camera panned to Ron, Rufus waving a blue and red pennant on his shoulder, Felix and Monique on either side. '… yes, Ron Stoppable! What about it, Vic?'

'Talk about serendipity, baby! Word on the college scene is they're quite the item! Brains and beauty meets a true Underdog! Put a foam head on that young fella, he could be the U-dogs mascot! Can I get a Booyah?' Vic laughed. 'I loved that song he did on Starmaker, Trent…'

'I'm sure you did, Vic, I'm sure you did…'

The buzzer sounded, drawing two teams of five out onto the hardwood. Upperton would inbound under their basket, hoping to stall for a last shot, or draw a foul. The Giants were sure to play the vice-tight defense they were known for. The Underdogs lined up in formation, waiting to spring their inbounds play, Coach Ferranti yelling instructions from the sideline. The ref handed the ball to a lanky forward with Jones on the back of his purple and gold jersey, drawing a shiny whistle up to his lips.

Sweat beaded, sneakers squeaked, and coaches clutched clipboards. Bodies bumped, long limbs entwined, and seconds ticked away.

Calm silence reigned over co-ed cacophony as the leather-covered orb arced towards the orange hoop…

Later that evening, Middleton, Bueno Nacho…

"Oh, tell it like it is, Kim! You know you saw that thug Sliver all over my boy Garrett on the breakaway! Would you please!" cried Monique.

"Come on Moni!" Kim snapped. "Like 'your boy' Kelly didn't hammer Gladden on the rebound! Those refs musta been blind…"

Ron and Felix exchanged smirks watching the two competitive girls argue over the final seconds of the game earlier. GCU had won, but only by two.

"Hmph. I think you Giants brought those refs with you…" Monique pouted, pulling her nachos away from Rufus.

"Aw, you're just mad that you lost ten bucks to me…" laughed Felix.

"Shut it boy, before I pour this on your batteries!" Monique said, holding up her drink to enforce the threat.

"All I can say is that redhead on the GCU cheer squad was bon-diggity!" Ron stated, making eyes at KP.

"Oh really…" Kim purred, "I hear she has a boyfriend; big handsome blonde guy. Maybe you saw him in the stands?"

"Nope. I barely even saw the game; couldn't take my eyes off that redhead…"

"APB!" Felix cried in mock horror. "Kimandron sighted in the Middleton area!"

Monique just giggled, touching Felix on the arm. Kim had mentioned to Ron that she was sure there was something between them, but the details were still sketchy.

"Compliments of the management… here ya go guys. Somebody's gotta eat these before we close." Ned walked up with a large tray of tex-mex delights on it, grinning his geeky grin. "Hey Kim, long time no see. You looked great at the game tonight. I watched it on my handheld in my office. It was sad to see you eating those arena nachos, Ron. Poor cheese coverage, not enough jalapenos."

Ron and Rufus shared a high one. "Booyah! The Nedster, comin' through with some free eats!"

"Well, there are some benefits to being a manager…" preened Ned, straightening his clip-on tie.

(BEEP BEEP BE DEEP)

"Aw, man…" whined Ron.

Kim scowled, pulling out the Kimmunicator. "Wade, I asked you to send everything to GJ –"

'This is not young Master Lode you are speaking with, Ms. Possible. It is I, Will Du, Senior Global Justice Agent. May I have your full attention, please?'

"Come on, dude, one weekend is all we asked for!" grumped Ron. "Can't you guys handle stuff once in a while?"

'Ah yes, the sidekick, Stoppable. It's… good that you are there as well, I guess. It will save us some time. I most certainly would not call in amateurs on any mission, however, a top-secret lab in Nevada –'

"No way…" moaned Ron.

'… has been broken into. Duff Killigan. He's after an ultra-secret –'

"Dude, come on! Do those guys put out a sign or what? It's the Pan Dimensional Vortex Inducer. This is the third time!" said Ron, rolling his eyes.

'Stoppable, that information is for Senior GJ agents only. I'll ask you not –'

"Stuff it, Du!" Team Possible chorused. They shared a quick grin, knowing somebody owed somebody a kiss. Jinxing had gotten an upgrade after Junior Prom.

"Hnk, yeah, stuff it!" chirped Rufus, shaking his fist at the image on the com.

"Transport, where and when, Du?" Kim harshed.

'GJ hover jet will pick you up at your present location, if you are ready –'

"We're always ready, Du. Peace-out, sucka!" Ron smirked, pressing the kill button on the Kimmunicator. He turned to his girlfriend, his positive nature kicking in.

"All right, Nevada, you wanted the best, you got the best! Team Possible, back in action! Me and Rufus got your back KP! Let's go kick some mad golfer butt!"

Kim smiled, caught up in his enthusiasm. "Booyah!"

Over the mid-west, 15 minutes later…

Team Possible had changed clothes at Bueno Nacho. (After the Diablo sitch, they stashed mission garb everywhere.) Kim and Ron were seated in jump seats on the GJ hover jet. Ron was jumpy.

Kim turned to him, placing a peck on his lips. "For luck!"

Ron grabbed her and kissed her back, delivering the Ronshine. "I don't think we'll need luck, Kimbo! Ya know the Monkey Power? How it comes and goes?"

Kim nodded, a question in her glance. She would swear later Ron's eyes turned light blue for a second.

"Its coming, partner! Yeah, baby!" Ron cried. Rufus gave a kung-fu yell from his pocket. KP couldn't help but smile.

The red jump light began to flash, letting them know they were over the lab. They stood up, each giving their chutes a last minute check. Stepping to the now open bay door, Kim made to jump first, but Ron put his hand on her shoulder. He took her hand, and then pulled her with him through the door.

The GJ pilot knew it was impossible, but he was sure he could hear that hamster thing the boy had squealing with delight on the way down.

Inside the lab…

Killigan growled at the terrified science types cringing before him. "Now then, be a gud laddie and point me in the direction of this Vortex thingamabobby, won't ye?" he stated, his brogue rough.

A shaking researcher pointed to a lab cabinet in the corner of the large workshop. Killigan smiled, walking over.

"Aye, come ta pappy –"

"Not so fast, Killigan! As far as I know, no one considers golf an extreme sport." Kim harshed, stepping from the shadows.

"Oh, and who's this now? The wee cheerleader? I been hearin' yer not so tough without yer lacky boy by yer side!" he responded, smirking.

"Lacky? That's a new one. I prefer buffoon, actually, now that I think about it…" Ron said, stepping in behind KP.

"Ron…" she moaned, rolling her eyes.

Before he could retort, Killigan dropped a dozen or more of his 'special' golf balls on the tile floor.

"No matter. FORE!" he shouted, swinging away.

Kim vaulted out of the way, but Ron, his eyes glowing blue now, dodged the first few with some bon-diggity dance moves, letting them roll behind him, too far away for their explosive power to bother him.

"Heads up, Duh-uff, time for some smack-monkey!" Ron jibed.

Killigan growled something too Scottish to make out, and then began flailing away at the remaining golf balls, sending them at Ron. Ron again dodged the first few, catching one of the last and hurling it back at Killigan with one fluid motion. Not graceful, per se, but simian style.

Duff had to dive out of the way, his own weapon exploding right where he had been standing. He saw a blur above him, and whipped his head around. Ron was flying through the air, monkey kick ready to contact Killigan's jaw.

Five feet from impact, Killigan smiled an evil grin at the Monkey Master. The weird-looking buckle on his kilt flashed.

Ron plowed into nothing, nothing was there but air. Unfortunately, it was solid air. His body crumpled, air rushing out of his lungs, head banging against the force shield. Bouncing off the invisible barrier, he came to rest in a heap in front of the mad golfer. Out cold.

"RON!" Kim cried. Everything had happened so fast, and she had never really seen Ron use the Mystical Monkey Power that way. Sure, she'd seen him whip up on Monkey Fist before, but glowing eyes? Killigan made for the cabinet holding the Vortex Inducer, but her boyfriend took priority right now. She flipped over to him. Still breathing, nasty bump on the head, but he looked like he'd be okay. She looked down at Rufus, coming out of Ron's pocket, a little dazed himself.

"Stay with Ron, Rufus." Kim turned to Killigan, who had the device in hand. "Drop it like bad haggis, you crazy freak! You got some 'splainin' to do!"

"Aye, but theets where yer wrong, lassie. Take her down, laddie!" Killigan replied into what looked like a… PDA?

The ceiling imploded, chunks of debris falling all around her. Suddenly Kim felt two strong coils wrap under her shoulders. She couldn't see anything, but something had her, that was certain. Had her good. She was pulled up through the hole, towards a waiting hover car.

The guy in Gray! He was driving!

But he looked different, somehow. Shorter than she remembered? No time to make that call. She couldn't really tell anyhow, with him sitting in the hover car.

Telescopic steel arms materialized, wrapped under her arms, the other ends attached to the craft. They disconnected, the snapping lengths coiling around her torso and legs as she fell ten feet to the rooftop that remained. Landing with a grunt, she saw Killigan float up on yet another cable, landing in the passenger seat.

"T'was nice gettin' tagether wit' ya again, lassie. Bye fer now!" he smirked, placing a hand on the shoulder of the Gray man, the inducer displayed in his other hand. The villainous duo sped off into the night.

"Kim! KIM!" Ron's voice came up from inside the lab. "Where are you?"

Kim grunted, unable to free herself from the cables. "Up on the roof, Ron. Get up here!"

A grapple hook latched onto the edge of the hole in the lab. Ron's head followed, a concerned look on his face. "You okay, KP?"

"They got away, Ron. That guy in Grey was with Killigan this time. Who is he?" Kim harshed.

"I dunno." Ron replied, moving to his girlfriend. He tried untwisting the cables to no avail. Instead, he reached into Kim's side pocket, grabbing the laser lipstick. Carefully, he burned through the restraints. "I can't believe Killigan beat us."

"It's that Gray guy, Ron. First, he beats me in a fight, like he knew my every move. This time, he used exactly the right type of tech to take us down." Kim answered. "Who is he?"

"I dunno again, KP…" said Ron, helping Kim up. "That force field thingy I hit; It was…"

"What Ron?" Kim wondered.

"It was… all vuja dey-ish. Like I had seen it before, but I can't remember when. If I even did."

"Hmph." Kim grumbled. "Well, I'm tired of losing to this guy. I'm tired of losing, period."

Ron took her hand, squeezing lightly. Kim never was good at losing; she took it way too personally.

"Come on, KP. Let's go home. We'll talk to Wade in the morning, see if he has any ideas." Ron chanced a smile. "We'll get this Gray dude. That's what we do."

Kim looked at her boyfriend. He had just used the very same phrase she had used with the chopper pilot. She was still tweaked, but she answered his smile with one of her own.

"I know, Ron. Yeah, let's go home…"

Sunday Morning…

Ron showed up 'walk to school' early at Kim's, and made breakfast for Kim and her family. They called Wade around 10 o'clock, to have a Team meeting.

Wade appeared on the Kimmunicator, looking haggard, sleepy. "Hey Kim."

Kim, ready to get right to business, noticed his appearance. "Wade. What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. I guess I fell asleep at my computer last night. I woke up with my face on the keyboard. Amazingly, I typed three thousand pages of the letter 'J'. Single spaced." he answered, smiling weakly. "I'm just a little tired and sore, from sleeping in the chair. What's up?"

"That Gray dude showed up again last night…" said Ron, from over Kim's shoulder. "With Killigan…"

"… and won – again." finished Kim. "They stole the Pan Dimensional Vortex Inducer, also again. Got any ideas on who he is, Wade. Any leads at all?"

"None yet. Man, do those Nevada guys put out a sign?" Wade asked.

"That's what I'm sayin'!" smirked Ron. Rufus nodded from his breast pocket.

Kim rolled her eyes. "Well, see if you can't 'up' the search for info on this freak, Wade. We gotta take him down."

"Will do, Kim." Wade yawned. "I gotta go, guys, I need a shower and a nap. Wade out."

Kim shut off the Kimmunicator, looking up at Ron. He saw worry in her green eyes. "This tanks, Ron. So much for a weekend of romantic bliss."

Ron began to rub her neck, a wan smile on his face. "Well, at least we spent it together, KP."

"Yeah, losing together…"

end - I really have issues with this guy in Gray. I wish Big Mike would sit on him, seriously. THANKS! - mattb3671