Here's the latest installment! And, yeah... RL is basically a succubus right now, so unfortunately this story won't be complete by Olloween like I had hoped. Hopefully it won't be more than a couple of weeks after. Love you all! Reviews = Olloween cookies :-D

Shout-outs for my Chapter 1 reviewers: Rocky Rooster, BadIdeaGenius, The Third Biker Scholar, 7SCARS, Talani Silverwolf, Oogy Boogy, and Galimatias!

"Oh yes, plenty of work to be done, for sure… but this is going to be soooo much fun. Miss Ritchi will rue the day that she dared to steal something of mine," Megamind said aloud to no one but himself. And with a gleefully maniacal smile, he skipped off to the Idea Cloud to piece together his next Eeevil mission of mayhem: getting the truth about his holo-watch out of Roxanne Ritchi, whatever the cost.

Chapter 2- Pro-Inhibitions

Roxanne was startled awake by the less than pleasant sensation of an uncontrollable coughing fit. It took her less than half a second to realize that said coughing fit was perpetrated by the putrid-smelling burlap bag that nearly always adorned her head during Megamind's serial kidnappings. After another half a second, the reporter easily sensed that both her ankles and her hands were bound; her ankles, as usual, were tied to each other, and her hands, as usual, were also fastened together, but behind her back. Also, as usual, Roxanne found she was experiencing little to any actual physical discomfort at the hands of her captors, but that did not change the fact that she had been quite royally inconvenienced on this particular Old Hallows' Eve.

Well, that's what I get for daring to assume for even a minute that I'm entitled to have one normal night of uninterrupted fun like the rest of the free world, Roxanne thought to herself bitterly as she involuntarily squirmed against the thoughtfully chafe-free ropes. She had actually had plans for that night. The new VP that had recently transferred to KCMP 8 from Green Bay was a big fan of Halloween, and he had insisted on throwing a huge bash for the entire station and turning the two top floors of the building and the roof into a make-shift haunted house and Halloween party heaven for all of the employees after the sign-off of the 10PM news broadcast.

Roxanne had been excited to spend the evening with her crew from work, with the exception of her perpetually lecherous cameraman, Hal, and incredibly excited about her costume. A universally accepted fact, Halloween was the one night of the year when more typically respectable women could dress to shame even the most experienced streetwalkers, and damned if the star reporter wasn't going to take advantage. She had always enjoyed dressing up like characters from her favorite movies and Broadway shows, and tonight she had chosen the darkly sexy getup of Sally Bowles from Cabaret. After all, Roxanne's hair was already right for the part, and the thigh-high fishnets and lingerie that completed her costume accentuated her curvy figure in all the right places. "Oh, crap," she uttered under her breath, realization dawning on her regarding her current state of dress; or more accurately, lack thereof. Of all things for me to be wearing when he kidnaps me… and after what happened last night… oh, God.

She had kissed him. Roxanne had actually kissed him. Megamind. The alien with the giant head that had turned her life upside down for the better part of five years. The exuberant, overgrown blue adolescent who regularly threatened her with all manner of dangerous contraptions and seductively circled the wooden chair to which she was consistently bound, teased her and… dare she admit it… flirted with her?

The day before, KMCP's finest had drowsily found her way back to consciousness on the comfortable and familiar safety of her own couch in her own apartment, just as she had at least a hundred times before. Instead of finding the usual politely concerned face of Minion or the more smugly satisfied one of Wayne, though, Roxanne had opened her eyes to find the bright green orbs of Metro City's villain staring curiously back into hers.

In that instant, something had come over her; something that she couldn't quite explain. And being a reporter, Roxanne Ritchi was generally unaccustomed to grasping for an explanation for anything. All she could see in that hazy, half-awake moment were Megamind's eyes and his lips, and the only thoughts she could form involved touching her lips to his… to see what it would feel like. To see what he would taste like. Roxanne had wrestled with that instinct countless times while tied to that damn chair, and for whatever reason, her conscience now gave her permission to indulge her fantasy.

Truthfully, Roxanne had to admit to herself that she had not been disappointed in the slightest. While the supposedly villainous alien had gone almost entirely rigid when her mouth initially made contact with his, any inhibitions seemed to fall away as easily as Roxanne's had once he realized what was happening. Confidence quickly surging within him at her unexpected, but most welcome attentions, Megamind had been the first one to run his tongue experimentally along his kidnapee's lower lip, silently begging for permission to delve into the pleasure that surely awaited him inside.

The kiss couldn't have lasted longer than thirty seconds, but in that amount of time, the damage was done. When Roxanne finally came to her senses and separated herself from her captor, she grabbed for the first insult she could think of and hurled it in Megamind's general direction, beginning the latest round in the pair's unending volley of words. Megamind had returned her serve, but the alien was not as quick to respond as he ordinarily would have been. In no time at all, though, their normal rhythm of banter returned, and it was almost as if those first few instants after the reporter had awoken hadn't even occurred. Almost. The villain had ended up leaving rather abruptly when he came up short for a comeback, leaving Roxanne rather flummoxed at the absurdity of the situation's summation.

Oh. This was not good. Awkward was going to be a colossal understatement for their impending encounter. When Roxanne heard the excited patter of footsteps approaching from one of the adjoining rooms along with an increasingly giddy laugh that could only belong to Metro City's resident villain, she attempted futilely to shift in her seat and silently wished that she had picked a less revealing Halloween costume. She derived from the tone of the aliens' conversations that both were in rather agreeable moods, at least. Although it was tough to be sure with that blasted bag over her head, it almost sounded as if they were telling jokes to each other.

"Oh, that's a good one, Minion," Megamind said jovially as he walked purposefully into his War Room.

"Heh, yes Sir, I thought so, too," he fish answered good-naturedly, carrying a most inviting plate of Halloween cookies decorated like pumpkins and witches.

"A skeleton unable to cross the road due to an absence of guts, ha! I love it! And I have one for you as well, my friend. What do spe-iders like to eat?"

"Um, I don't know, Sir, what?

"Candy corn on the cobweb! Hahahaha!"

"Oh, Sir, that one does tickle my funny bone. Or, well, it would if I had a funny bone, anyway," the fish said through his own giggles.

"Too true, my fishy friend, too true. Oh, and who do we have here, Minion?" Megamind asked cheekily, finally approaching Roxanne's chair. "Our favorite kidnapee's come to join us for Olloween, how…" but the alien stopped short. He had been too caught up in assuming the theatrics of his villainous persona to notice Roxanne's attire until that moment. In keeping with tradition, Minion had been the one to do the grab from the party on the roof of the news building; Megamind hadn't laid eyes on her since the previous day. Oh my Eeevilness, he thought to himself, his jaw going slack in the process. Legs... oooohhh, fishnets… held up by garter belts?! Lingerie… lace boostier supporting those perfect, tantalizing… ohhhhh…

But Megamind interrupted his slow, upwardly-moving perusal of the reporter's most appreciated choice of outfit when he realized that the bag was still on her head.

"Minion… uh… the bag," he barely managed to eek out, but quickly collected himself. "Remove it. Now," the alien added more forcefully.

When Megamind got a load of Roxanne's smoky, seductive makeup and was finally able to take in the getup as a whole, he again found himself stunned. The alien had a difficult enough time refraining from undressing his only captive with his eyes on a day when she was wearing clothes that qualified as normal; but currently, when she was outfitted entirely too closely to the way she always was in his deepest, darkest sexual fantasies, Megamind knew that he would really have to keep his wits about himself in order to avoid committing an act of true villainy at Roxanne's expense. She quickly noted his dumbfounded expression upon being able to see again, and easily broke the uneasy silence.

"Why don't you use one of your brainbots to take a picture, it'll last longer," Roxanne spat disdainfully. "Pervert," she uttered under her breath, almost inaudibly, but not quietly enough to escape Megamind's extremely keen sense of hearing.

"I most certainly am not," he defended. "It's not my fault that you choose to leave your place of residence looking like… well, that," he gestured over her in a wave, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible. He only hoped that said nonchalance would reach all the way down to his pants.

"Once again, Megabrain, you've shown your horrible sense of timing. Does it ever occur to you that I might have a life outside of serving as the bait in your evil schemes? I was at a Halloween party. Hence the costume" the reporter stated irritably.

"My dear Miss Ritchi, your assessment of the situation assumes that Eeevil holds regard for any agenda besides its own… which I can tell you, it most assuredly does not," the villain proclaimed haughtily. "Who are you supposed to be, pray tell? A sluttier version of Betty Boop?"

"I'm Sally Bowles from Cabaret, you sexist moron!" Roxanne shouted angrily. It was hard to miss the way he was drinking in her curvy form, and everything that had transpired between them the day before only served to make her feel more ill at ease.

"What does a type of wine have to do with that?" Megamind asked, waving in her general direcction and trying hard to sound as disgusted as possible.

"Ugh," Roxanne sighed, rolling her eyes. "Cabaret, not cabernet. For being a genius, that's some linguistic barrier you have." Megamind grunted at that remark, but Roxanne continued. "For your information, I was having fun. With my friends. And yes, I can understand why that wouldn't be significant to you… you've never had any friends to have fun with, have you?" she asked callously. "Well, except for Aquaman, here. No offense, Minion." Roxanne realized almost immediately that her remark may have been a bit below Megamind's silver-emblemed belt, but he did deserve it, after all; ruining her plans without a second though, just as he always did. Thankfully, Minion didn't seem fazed by jab in the slightest. Smart fish that he was, Roxanne assumed that he probably understood it hadn't been directed at him.

"Eeevil needs no friends," the blue man retorted, a bit wounded, but hiding it well. "Have you any idea why I've summoned you here this evening, Miss Ritchi?"

"Well, since I'm assuming it isn't to swap recipes and gossip about boys, I'd have to guess that it has something to do with you threatening me with some ostentatious weapon of destruction, breaking into the KCMP feed, and challenging Metro Man to come and rescue me, leading him to certain death," the reporter finally finished with mocking dramatics.

"Ah-ha, Miss Ritchi, you could not be more wrong," Megamind informed her arrogantly.

"Ok, fine, I'm wrong. Get out with it then… what is it this time?" Roxanne asked, sounding both annoyed and bored simultaneously.

"Uh, excuse me for interrupting, Miss Ritchi, but before the boss goes into his whole spiel, could I interest you in some Hallo—" Minion began, but corrected himself upon seeing Megamind's scowl of disapproval. "… I mean… Olloween cookies?"

Roxanne's expression immediately softened, and she smiled. Minion always made her comfort a priority when she had to tolerate being in Meagmind's presence, and it was fairly commonplace for him to offer her snacks or something like a warm blanket when the Lair was cold in the winter months.

"I would love some cookies, Minion… but it's going to be a little tough to eat them with both of my hands tied behind my back… thanks to Mr. Bondage Fetish over here," the reporter quipped.

"Oh, Sir, since we've disrupted Miss Ritchi's evening so greatly with our tricks this evening, couldn't we untie her hands so she can at least enjoy some treats?"

Megamind feigned a dramatic sigh and eye roll, answering with a convincing sense of inconvenience, "Well, I suppose so, Minion, but make it quick. We aren't running an Eeevil restaurant here, after all."

Minion set down the most inviting tray of goodies on the nearest work bench and walked toward Roxanne. "Thank you, Sir. Here, Miss Ritchi, allow me to untie…"

"Just one hand, Minion… her right one. Then tie the left one to the back of the chair. Can't risk her using both hands to untie her feet… she could get free and end up snooping around the Lair. You see, Miss Ritchi, the Lair is a rather dangerous place, contrary to what you may believe based on my track record of losses versus victories."

Roxanne snorted. "Your concern for my wellbeing is touching… and contrary to what you may believe, Megamind, I'm not an idiot. And I'd have to be to go prowling around here on my own with all this stuff laying around," the reporter retorted as Minion freed her right hand and re-bound her left.

"Here you go, Miss Ritchi," the fish said cheerfully, picking up the cookies once again and offering them to the reporter. Some were pumpkins, plump and inviting-looking with orange and green frosting, and some were rather Eeevil looking witches, complete with green skin, purple hair, pointy black hats and flowing, black robes. Megamind watched for Roxanne's choice of treat carefully, heavily banking on her picking the kind that he knew to be one of her very favorites. Otherwise, he would have to improvise… and quickly.

"Are the pumpkin ones actually pumpkin flavored?" Roxanne asked Minion.

"Of course, Miss Ritchi… I know how you love pumpkin," he replied, a toothy grin on his face. "I couldn't resist when I knew you'd be our… um, guest… this evening."

"That was very thoughtful of you, Minion," the Sally Bowles look-alike complimented sincerely.

"Oh, it was no trouble, Miss Ritchi… anything I can do to make your time here with us a bit more pleasant," the Piscean responded.

"Oh God, would you two get a room so you can make out already? Geez!" Megamind interjected, doing a very poor job indeed of hiding whatever jealousy he harbored at the easy relationship that his captive and his right hand man seemed to consistently enjoy, in spite of whatever shenanigans Roxanne had to endure at the whim of the fish's blue alien boss.

"Leave Minion alone, Megamind… even if he's supposed to be a villain like you, at least he has some manners," Roxanne defended, trying her best to talk around the delectable cookie she was now enjoying.

"Are you implying, Miss Ritchi, that I do not have manners? I would hardly call myself uncouth."

"Well, let's just put it this way… if Minion's Colonel Pickering, then you're Henry Higgins."

"Hmm… isn't that interesting. Not five minutes ago you were denouncing my use of the English language, and now you turn right around and try to insult me by comparing me to a fictional character possessing true linguistic genius," Megamind returned sarcastically as Minion quietly walked over to him and offered him a cookie. The alien was careful to choose two of the witches. "Brava for consistency, Miss Ritchi, brava," he patronized through his own cookie, trying to clap for affect without crumbling it. "These are quite delicious, by the way, Minion… are these witches gingerbread?"

"They are, Sir… I know those are your favorite," Minion supplied, wanting his boss to know that meeting his needs were still a priority, even if he did his best to make their constant kidnapee comfortable.

"Hey Minion, can I have another cookie? I'm really starved… I ate an early dinner, and I didn't really have a chance to eat much at the party before, well, you know…"

"Absolutely, help yourself," the ichthyoid answered, quickly walking back over to the wooden chair in which Roxanne sat. Megamind was a second later reacting than he should have been, so engrossed was he in devouring his own scrumptious cookies.

"Um, maybe you should try one of the witches this time!" the villain said a little too quickly, with a smile and a tone of voice that proved far too enthusiastic for such a mundane subject as cookie choice. Immediately suspicious, Roxanne opted for another pumpkin.

"Thanks for your permission to partake in your favorite kind, but I think I'll stick to mine," she said condescendingly, picking up another cookie and taking a big bite.

Megamind nearly lost his ability to retain his game face at this new roadblock set in the path of his plan. Having secretly mixed his new truth-telling serum into the pumpkin cookies' orange frosting, unbeknownst to Minion, the blue villain had done so with the assumption that Roxanne would only have one cookie. He had no way of knowing how the strength of two would affect her. After the reporter's very interesting behavior the night before after waking up from her second dose of knock-out spray, the alien had come to the conclusion that some component of the spray must lower inhibitions when administered at a certain level. There was simply no other explanation for what had occurred.

Megamind had thought on more than one occasion previously that his captive might harbor some degree of romantic feelings toward him, but he always assumed it was just sexual tension resulting from years of being together in so many adrenaline-packed situations. He could not say the same of his feelings toward her; he knew that his affections for Roxanne ran deep into the rivers of his soul in way that he could not explain, but the villain would adamantly deny that fact to anyone who dared to make an observation on the subject, including Minion.

Except under the influence of a substance that would lower her inhibitions, however, Megamind was quite sure that Roxanne never would have acted on feelings that were normally concealed within her subconscious. Acted, she had, though, and the incident had been the alien's inspiration to isolate the chemical components of the spray that would all but force the truth about his missing watch out of the very sneaky Miss Roxanne Ritchi.

"Hey, earth to Megamind… aren't you going to tell me what your latest scheme of terror entails? Or are we just going to stand around here like a bunch of little girls at a tea party, eating cookies?" she finally interrupted his train of thought, and Megamind quickly searched Roxanne's eyes for any sign that she was falling prey to the serum. So far, her pupils still looked entirely normal, although it was difficult to tell through all the eye makeup she was wearing.

"I'd be more than happy to oblige your curiosity, my dear Miss Ritchi. You see, today's Eeevil plan actually has nothing whatsoever to do with Metro Mahn."

At this revelation, the costumed reporter seemed genuinely perplexed. "It… it doesn't?" she queried quietly, her tone sounding suddenly small and not much like the fiery captive he knew.

"Not a single thing. It would seem, my very devious little journalist, that you have attempted to put one over on me by surreptitiously taking a very valuable invention of mine."

"Take… one of your… inventions…" Roxanne began, sounding confused, but her sentence stopped short. Megamind slowly allowed a satisfyingly maniacal laugh to roll from the back of his throat, guessing from her change in speech and the glassiness now starting to cloud her eyes that his doctored orange frosting was beginning to take effect.

"Miss Ritchi," the alien firmly stated, his previous air of theatrics having almost instantly vanished. This was serious business, after all. "You have something that belongs to me. And I want it back. Now."

And then Roxanne did the very last thing that Megamind would have expected. She smiled at him. Not the usual smile full of snark and condescension to which he had become so accustomed from her, but a smile that was accompanied by… a leer?

"Oh, you bet I have something that belongs to you, Blue Boy," the reporter oozed, her voice suddenly as smooth as molasses as she indicated downward with a cock of her short, brown head of hair. "Why don't you come over here and get it?"

Both master and servant registered expressions of total shock; four eyes as large as saucers, and two jaws threatening to scuff the cold floor of the War Room. While it took nearly a whole minute, the fish was the first to break the heavy silence made increasingly uncomfortable by the wolfish grin that Roxanne was now sporting.

"Sir… what did you do?" Minion demanded in his boss's direction in a harsh stage whisper.

"Pardon us for just a second, Miss Ritchi. I will return momentarily," Megamind informed his newly more willing kidnapee while hastily dragging Minion across the room with him.

"You'd better… I don't like to be kept waiting," she purred in response, deliberately sucking the remnants of cookie off of her peach fingers with the most inviting little smacking noises.

When they were a safe distance away, Minion sternly inquired, "What in the world did you slip her, Sir?! You must have given her something. Unless she's playing some kind of a trick on you, trying to get back at you for…"

"I created a truth serum using isolated molecular components of the knock-out spray and slipped it into the orange cookie frosting yesterday evening when you were out of the kitchen… I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that she took my watch. But I knew that I'd never get her to admit to it without resorting to a few Eeevil tactics," Megamind explained quickly.

"Uh… the orange frosting, Sir?"

"Yes, Minion the orange frosting!"

"Oh dear," the fish said quietly, a grave expression on his face. "I hate to tell you this, Sir, but you had the orange frosting, too."

"How in Eeevil Heaven's name could I have possibly ingested orange frosting?! I had a witch cookie! There was no orange frosting on any of the witch cookies," the alien declared emphatically, but upon seeing his sidekick's increasingly sheepish expression, Megamind added more soberly, "… was there?"

"Well, um, yes Sir, on a few of them…"

"I specifically told you green witches with purple hair and black robes… how was there orange?!"

"I ran out of purple frosting before I finished decorating all of the witches, Sir, and the last three ended up with orange hair. Two of them were the ones you picked up to eat," Minion said quietly, clearly terrified of his boss's reaction to his unintentional mistake. "I really do wish you would have given me a heads up about this part of your plan, though, Sir. We might have been able to avoid something like this if you had."

"Oh, come off it Minion, this is no time for lectures. You would have tried to talk me out of it if I had told you. You're the one that failed to follow my instructions, you dimwitted creation of science! Oh. This is very, very bad. How could you let this happen?!" Megamind ranted at his best friend, knowing full well that in reality, he harbored most, if not all of the blame in the situation.

Flustered and panicking, Minion responded, "I don't know, Sir, and I'm very sorry… I… I can try to find an antidote, though… to bring her back to her old self.

"An antidote…" the alien repeated, trailing off. In an instant, he felt his foremost logical thoughts shift into the tides of desire, and he also felt his blood flow shift in the direction opposite that of his very large cranium.

"I'll take a can of the spray and some of the left-over frosting down into the basement lab and see what I can come up with… I'll hurry." And with that, the fish was off. So glad was he to be out of his raving master's presence, he failed to notice the very sudden change in his boss's demeanor; frantic to cool, calm and collected in a manner of seconds.

"Oh, take all the time you need finding that antidote, my fishy friend," Megamind said smoothly to no one in particular, drinking in Roxanne's sultry form from across the room. "I have an… interrogation to perform," he smirked Eeevily, rubbing his hands together as he began crossing the room toward his awaiting captive.