Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I own this story though.

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Chapter 2: Wake Up Call

Maybe it was just excitement of the moment, but Junior was feeling exceptionally evil that night. He had successfully broken into one of the richest diamond shops in LA, destroyed a glass window, and disabled the camera, all menacingly. He felt quite confident in himself. He even got to use his evil laugh. Yes, this night was turning out to be quite profitable.

And it's about to get even more profitable, Junior thought to himself as he paced the rows of jewels, hands twisted behind his back, chest puffed out with pride. His evil leering was quickly broken by a surprised smile and a girlish squeal; he had made an evil joke! An inward one, but a good one no less! Oh, Popi would be so proud!

"Uh... Mister Sr. Senior Junior...?"

Junior's soft snickering through his palms was abruptly interrupted by an unsure voice. His aquamarine eyes widened and whirled around quickly. His four henchmen, all dressed in their typical black attire, even the sunglasses, although it was the middle of the night. Each wore his own slightly perturbed expression, formed from watching their boss break out into giddy giggles for no apparent reason.

Junior regained some composer quickly, dropping his hands and putting them to his side as the henchman approached him carefully. He reminded himself of his father's evil advice: "Never show anything but power when around underlings." It seemed like a reasonable suggestion. After all, he was the one paying their checks, best not show his excitement just yet, it made him look less evil. He'd do it once he got home.

"Not to seem rude, sir," continued the loyal henchman as Junior examined a cluster of nearby jewels, "but... you're already rich! Why do you need to rob a jewelry store?"

Junior looked up at him and huffed, seeming surprised by the fact that his hired help was clueless to his plan.

"We are not here to steal mere jewelry!" he snorted. His father owned diamonds far more expensive then most of what Jimmy Ding was selling. "We are going to take something far more valuable," Junior sounded excited, far more then he should have been, as his high-pitched vocals set in on the last words, followed by an over-zealoused giggle as the young man strutted off ahead of his henchman, into another, darker room. The men gave another disturbed glance, then sighed as they followed him in. Not because of Junior though, but the lighting, they could barely see as it was.

The new room was black, no windows, with little light to provide save for the vicious, red glow of security beams that crisscrossed over the concrete ground in a deadly web of lasers. Beyond it, another glass case lay waiting at the end of the room, this one, despite the pitched darkness, seemed to glow an iridescent blend of green and white all by itself.

The henchmen looked on in bewilderment as the mysterious colors reflected off the walls. Junior seemed unfazed, though was enjoying the beautiful colors throughly. Nevertheless, he shook himself, he had a theft to complete. From his tight pocket, he pulled out a small sliver computer, a long cord with a strange plug protruding from the end. The device seemed far too bulky to fit in his leather pants.

After a moment of searching the room with keen eyes, Junior approached a metal box on the right wall, covered with small, shiny buttons and various plugs, switches, and other things most people wouldn't expect the young man to know anything about.

"Rumor has it, Jimmy Ding has acquired a rare diamond, and by rare, I mean only a few known in existence..." he continued as he plugged the device into a previously hidden adapter. Opening the sliver casing of his small computerized hacker, he pressed a button on the cold paneling.

Electrical surges streamed through the cord connecting the two computers, and the henchmen watched in amazement as Jimmy Ding's twenty-eight million dollar security system glittered with sparks. The red censors faded in and out, blinking like a neon sign, then vanished completely. The box shot a large blast of light as circuits blew from the virus Junior had placed into the system.

Silence reclaimed the room all too quickly, the floors were bare, not a laser to be seen. All that remained of security system was the control box, smoke protruding from its dented casing.

Despite the astounded gawks he was receiving from his hired help, Junior casually strode across the room, approaching the glass case with much pride. He stopped a few inches short of his target, then placed his thin, well-manicured fingers over the glass case, and without as much as a single care, lifted it off and through it to the floor.

Glass crunched under their boots as the henchmen crowded around Junior, observing what their boss had so fervently gone after.

The surreal twist of green and white glittered before the small group. The gem was no bigger then Junior's fist (which, mind you, isn't that big), but its size was nothing compared to its beauty. Like all the precious jewels in the store, it was white, a diamond, no doubt. But unlike its brothers, it had something special about it; the center, which is best described by saying that it looked as though someone had drilled a hole into an ordinary diamond, then stuck a ping-pong ball sized emerald inside and sealed the jewel up again. The small lights underneath the case, placed there to exemplify its glamorousness, made its green middle seem magical, unreal almost. Its hypnotic glow, its untamed beauty, everything about it was so incredible! The woman who discovered the first one in the early 1900's appropriately named it...

"The Emerald Heart!" Junior exclaimed as he scooped up the diamond in his hands, admiring it up close. The henchmen made disappointed faces, they'd wanted to look at the pretty gem some more.

"The rarest diamond in existence! And it's all mine!" He proceeded into another annoying fit of laughter.

The youngest henchman grimaced softly before clearing his throat. "Uh, Mister Sr. Senior Junior?" he repeated. Junior veered his gaze in the man's direction.

"Why don't you just buy the diamond from this Jimmy Ding guy?" The young henchman shrugged in effect; his answer seemed like the most logical thing to do, seeing as The Seniors were billionaires. Even his buddies seemed to agree, nodding their heads quietly. Junior, on the other hand, didn't share in the opinion. He glared softly at the man as he spoke, jabbing an index finger into the henchman's chest.

"Because- err, what was your name again?"

"Ted, sir," he remarked with a salute.

"Ted, that is a nice name," Junior broke his casualness and continued to glare.

"According to my villain training, that wouldn't be proper for these circumstances!" he leaned in a little closer, as if to whisper. "It would arouse suspicion of my master plan amongst the do-gooders out there, you know," Ted nodded with a smile.

"Oh, and what master plan would that be?" An all too familiar teenaged voice chorused.

Junior clinched his teeth in fear, all memories of villain training and evil laughter leaving his head in the single swoop. He didn't want to look up, he knew what was coming. Why? Of all the heroes, why did his father have to make enemies with her and her team? It just wasn't fair!

Despite what better judgement he had, Junior turned his head over to the previously empty doorway, locking eyes with the two courageous looking teens who stood side by side, hands on their hips, blocking his only chance of escaping.

"And seriously dude, since when do you come with evil plans," Ron asked, stepping forward and removing his hands from his sides. "I mean, isn't that your dad's thing?"

Junior pouted, stamping his feet angrily. "I'll have you know that I can be extremely evil!"

Ron smirked and crossed his armed. "Yeah, if you count stealing a few cases of La Goop or kidnaping then paying a guy to search online dating sites for your next girlfriend as evil!"

The young villain gritted his teeth and let out a loud gasp. "Ugh! You shall pay... uh... for such comments, sidekick!"

Ron seemed unamused. Kim, who now wore her purple and black mission clothes, noted just how arrogant her boyfriend was being toward their adversary. Wow, our missed date must've really ticked him off, she thought humorously.

Junior twisted The Emerald Heart in his hand, glaring at Kim and Ron as his henchmen beginning activating the retractable, electric staffs previously hidden in their pockets.

"You shall not stop me this time Kim Possible!" Junior said dramatically, then raised his gem enclosed fist. "Henchmen, attack!"

In a wave of black turtlenecks and sparkling staffs, the small group raced toward the two teen heroes, yelling and growling like wild dogs. Kim immediately reacted to the charge, springing forward and swiftly kicking the first of the henchmen in the gut. He flew back, slamming into Ted and knocking the weapons from their hands, losing charge quickly They quickly regained their senses and lifted themselves up, ready to try again, this time with fists.

Junior, who had a secured belief that Kim was too distracted to notice him, dodged his way through the fight, avoiding every electrical swipe, gloved punch, and booted kick as he ran through the dangerous maze, precious jewel in hand. He reached the doorway and propped himself against it, breathing a sigh of relief. Junior took a moment, then straightened up and examined his escape route, now free of any teen heroes. He smiled confidently, snickered under his breath, then darted off into opening room.

Ron, who sat at the side of the wall, sheltering himself from the fight with his arms wrapped around his knees, watched as Junior ran past him. He gasped softly as the got back on his feet, then looked at Kim, she seemed to realize that their enemy was gone, but seeing as she was locked in battle, could do nothing about it. Ron's brown eyes darted back to the main room, where Junior had vanished to. The sooner we stop the villain, the sooner we can get back to our date, he thought. Ron just wanted to spend time with Kim, though he still wasn't looking forward to eating sub-par nachos.

He shook all thoughts of dates and nachos aside, he had a theft to stop! Ron cracked his knuckles dramatically and raced out the door behind Junior, hoping to catch the young man before he got away in a speedboat or helicopter or something.

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Standing in the middle of the pandemonium, Kim proceeded to repeat similar moves on the other henchmen, throwing them, kicking them, flipping them over, whatever she found necessary. Within seconds, all four lay on the ground, with Kim standing above their unconscious forms, dusting her hands off mockingly. Drakken's henchmen gave her more trouble then that, you'd think The Seniors would go for better hired help.

"Ron," she called as she examined her handy work, "guard the henchmen while I look for Jun-"

She looked back at the doorway. No boyfriend. A confused and uneasy expression crossed her face.

"Ron?" she asked. Nothing but the pained grunts of the henchmen answered.

She began running toward the exit, hoping that her long-time best friend was just standing around the corner instead of getting himself into any trouble. How much trouble could Junior for him cause anyway?

A blur of black suddenly appeared before Kim's eyes and she stopped in her tracks. Ted blocked the doorway, his staff reactivated, clutched between two hands. He twisted the middle, and the two rounded ends surged with deadly electricity. Ted raised the staff, and with an energetic battle cry, brought it down toward Kim's head.

The teen hero's lightening reflexes kicked in. She ducked, leaving Ted to hit nothing but thin air before he fell to the ground again as a result of Kim swiping her legs into his ankles. She crouched, fingers braced onto the concrete, a fist tightened on her other hand. Nobody caught her off guard!

Bringing herself back up, Kim smiled again, her hands on her hips as she looked down at the fallen henchman, but the sound of electrical staffs activating. Her olive eyes darted over her shoulder, just in time to catch sight of three other men approaching her, attempting to take down in the same manner.

Kim groaned and slumped her shoulders as she prepared for another round to a supposedly ended battle. Well, they may be easy to fight, but these henchmen certainly don't go down easy, she thought as she drove her fist into the chest of the next one to cross her path

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With the stealth and agility of an elephant in an ice rink, Ron slipped through a maze of overly-large diamonds and golden jewelry encrusted with gems that unreally caught the slightest light, blinding him and causing him to slam into yet another glass case. He rubbed his head and stood up, quickly observing the glass. A small crack had appeared on the side. He had to be more careful if he was gonna catch Junior!

All this reminded Ron of his time as a millionaire, and how his parents were still paying off dept owed to Jimmy Ding for his destroyed multi-million dollar diamond pinkie ring. In retrospect, Ron wished he'd taken Kim's advice and brought Denver instead, he might not have ended up grounded for two months if he had.

A slam of door and Ron switched his attention again, catching sight of an upcoming exit on the other side of the room. Junior, he thought, readiness in his thoughts.

Rufus opened Ron's pants' pocket and began crawling up his master's side until he reached his shoulder. Catching the determination in the teenager's brown eyes, the mole rat began chattering incoherently.

Ron looked at his long-time animal friend, able to understand every word he squeak. He'd always had this kinda connection with Rufus, as well as other animals. He believed it came from his early childhood love of the movie Dr. Dolittle, the original one. It probably inspired him a little to learn how to speak with creatures like mole rats and mutant cockroaches. So many sleepovers spent with Kim enjoying that movie, who, at some point, made Ron leave it home so they could watch her favorite tape, Cuddle Buddies II: Pandaroo's Cuddly Adventure.

"I know we should wait for Kim," Ron answered his naked friend quietly, watching the door for any signs of life, "but she's handling the guards right now. Besides," he added with a smirk, "it's Junior, how much trouble could he be?"

Without further argument to put up, Rufus merely shrugged and muttered, "true," before slipping back down to Ron's pocket. The blonde boy nodded to his friend as he pulled the khaki flap closed. Without farther distraction, Ron tip-toed over to the door, and very quietly opened it, just enough to see what was going on inside.

The room was what appeared to be a small office, Ron judged by the polished redwood desk and the gold plated nameplate reading 'Jimmy Ding The Bling Bling King'.

It seemed that the bling king did well for himself, the room itself was probably worth a quarter-million, with all the expensive looking furniture that was made from imported fabrics and wood only found in a quickly dying rainforest. The carpeting looked foreign and well cared for. Almost everything had been dipped in gold and covered in diamonds, the picture frames, the mini-fridge, the safe- Ron backtracked. Jimmy Ding had a mini-fridge in his office? Oh, that was so cool!

The familiar, but polyphonic, tune of the Oh Boyz hit 'Hello, Hello, Hello' suddenly shook Ron's daydreams of a naco-filled mini-fridge out of mind. Golden pleather overtook the sidekick's view as Junior stepped in front of the door, pulling out a stylish, up-to-date cell phone from his pocket, the rare diamond in his free hand. Ron sunk back behind the door, hoping to catch the young villain by surprise. His large ears perked as the ringtone was cut off and replaced with the accented voice of SSJ.

"Hello, this is Sr. Senior Junior speaking. Oh, Jacques, good to hear from you!... did you send the flowers?... Perfect!"

Flowers? Ron thought, who's Junior sending flowers to?

"Now, I need you to send her an even bigger bouquet!... yes, of course I can pay for them!"

Junior's got a girlfriend! Wow, who knew!

"Her location? Well, she travels a lot, you know, but she's in Middleton at the moment!"

Middleton? Hmm, I wonder if I've met this mystery girl?

"Oh, and Jacques, and need you to put a spacial message in with the flowers. A letter I've thought out myself..."

This 'oughta be good!

Junior cleared his throat into the speaker, preparing himself. In the confines of his flower shop, Jacques rolled his eyes. It was a good thing The Seniors paid heavy, otherwise he would've called the police on them years ago. Junior had begun seeking Jacques' expertise shortly after his father's attempt to freeze the Billionaire's Club, but hey, if he was willing to pay multi-millions for a bunch of rare flowers to give to some American girl, it wasn't his business if his clientele was affiliated in world domination attempts. He pulled out a pencil and paper and readied himself to write yet another cheesy note.

"My dearest, I count the days that our lifestyles cause us to cross paths again,"

Wow, that sounds just like the love note he wrote to Kim a couple years ago, Ron thought. This was... really strange...

"I am reminded of our first meeting, when I first locked gazes with those emerald eyes and was met with that fiery personalty. We were faced with some confrontation at first, but soon, we realized our feelings for each other, and though it was unobvious to everyone, a relationship began to form."

Hah, funny, that sounds just like Kim... Ron's zealous was failing quickly.

"And I know that there is another man in your life..."

A-a-another m-man? Ron had gotten really shaky now.

"But you've assured me... that he means nothing to you."

The world seemed to move in slow motion for Ron Stoppable as those final words were spoken.

"My love, I depart now. But rest assured we shall see each other again soon," Junior's voice had gone dreamy just talking about her. He sighed before finishing the not-so-well-thought-out letter. The next sentence sealed the deal for Ron Stoppable.

"From your Yellow Trout, to my Blue Fox,"

Rufus suddenly fell sideways and hit something hard from behind his pocket home. Rattling his senses back in order, he pushed himself over Ron's wallet, a long forgotten stale naco, and several old candy wrappers before emerging from his fabric door.

Looking around carefully, he was shocked to find Ron passed out on the floor.

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The last henchmen fell backwards for the fifth and last time that night, completely unconscious as Kim rammed her fist into his chin. He tasted salty sweat and metallic blood before his world went black. She stood confidently, putting hand on her sides again. The crumpled forms of the four men, all groaning in agony. Yep, way too easy.

Now to go find Ron, she thought, racing out the doorway and skidding into the diamond room.

Finding Ron wasn't as hard as she thought. He was collapsed next to the open door that led to what Kim believed was Jimmy Ding's office, Rufus sitting on his chest, trying desperately to wake his master up.

She came to her boyfriend's side quickly, kneeling next to him and raising his head to make sure he was okay. Unconscious, good. Despite herself, Kim breathed a sigh of relief, though she had to wonder how Junior had managed to knock Ron out.

As if hearing teen hero's thoughts, Junior suddenly slammed open the office door completely, hitting Ron in the head and causing him to sink deeper into unconsciousness. Kim gasped and quickly pulled Ron out of the villain's path, then stood up to her full five feet, three inches, fists clutched and teeth gritted in anger. Junior had not noticed them yet, he was busy swinging the door back and forth, trying to figure out why it had already been slightly open when he'd tried to open it.

Only when the teenage girl's bitting, fiery voice broke through the sound of squeaking hinges did he process their presence.

"What did you do to him?" Kim's emerald eyes seemed capable of burning holes through Junior.

Despite his fear of Kim's wrath, the young man looked down at Ron carelessly. He thought he heard the door hit something on his way out. Annoying sidekick must've been listening in on him. I hope he didn't hear too much, he'll ruin everything!

"That was not intentional, Miss Possible," Junior said casually, hoping to avoid confrontation with Kim.

It didn't work. Enraged by the villain, Kim let her fighting fire renew and charged Junior, fingers out like claws.

It was split-second, but that was all the time Junior needed. He reached into his pocket once again, and miraculously pulled out yet another bulky item (how much pocket space can you have in those pants, Kim thought as she readied to attack, lunging into the air). It was a grapple gun, similar to the teen hero's old grappling hair dryer, but more spy looking and black.

It was a precision shot, and Junior landed the hook in the hole he had created in the ceiling earlier. With a smirk, he released the trigger.

Kim didn't react quick enough. By the time she was a good three feet from the ground, Junior had zipped away, leaving her to hit the concrete floor on her face.

Happily successful, Junior landed onto the glass roof with unusually cat-like reflexes. He lifted the grapple as the rope retracted back into the small device. Once it was fully stored away, he pushed it into his back pocket once again. With a surprisingly good evil grin, and he lifted his other hand, the stolen diamond between his fingers. He looked down on Kim as he spoke.

"That was on purpose though!" he gave a snarky wave goodbye before running off. His annoying laugh echoed through the night, soon accompanied by the roar of the escape jet's engine, as he left with his prize in hand.

Extremely annoyed by the outcome of the mission as it was, Kim growled as she got back up, rubbing her sore face. It hadn't been a far fall, but concrete was merciless. She straightened herself out and looked up at Junior's escape route. No doubt he had gone back to his father's island, but due to Junior's strange new found efficiency in evil, she worried as what they could expect from him now. She'd talk to Wade about it tomorrow, right now, Kim was tired and aggravated and just wanted to go home (Ron was still unconscious, so that meant no date tonight).

"Well, it can't get any worse," Kim muttered as she walked back over to Ron, knowing she'd have to carry him home.

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A/N

This is the fastest chapter I've released in a long time, this story is pretty easy to write though, so be thankful. The title of this chapter was inspired by the new song by Maroon 5 by the same name.

Thanks to Darth Comrade, fatherfigure1, Ace Ian Combat, ChristianNinjaRabbit, and Akinki for reviewing!

Any errors you may have found, please tell me.