Chapter One

It had been a mad scramble to hide Ron and Rufus's possessions while getting ready for a mission and catching a ride to Pop Porter's headquarters. Kim was having difficulty focusing on the task at hand. Ron however, was distracting himself with the Communicator. Kim looked back at him and smiled. He had decided to keep the top half of his Canadian Spy coveralls, turning it into a red denim jacket that hung open over his black goodie. He had even replaced his old cargo's with new grey camouflage cargos. He claimed his old mission gear wasn't fitting quite as well as they used to, and Kim could tell. His shoulders were broadening and he had grown a few inches taller as well.

"Hey KP, you'll never guess who just found me on My Spot!" Ron exclaimed.

"Your spot?" Kim asked as she rang the front door bell.

Ron looked at her blankly. "My Spot. It's an entire network of people all over the world on the net!"

"Right... more geek speak."

"Kim, think of how many more hits you could get if Kimpossible dot com was on My Spot!" Ron grinned.

"Like I need more hits." Kim said, knocking on the door. "Wade's been keeping me busy enough as it is, thank you."

"Anyway... guess who found me!"

"My dad?" Kim said with a smirk.

Ron looked around nervously. "Don't even joke, Kim. I am so over, right now!"

Kim sighed. "I know my dad's protective, Ron..." she began.

"He threatened to send me into a black hole when we started dating."

"Okay, so... he's really overprotective." Kim replied.

"Walter Nelson." Ron said, out of the blue.

"What?"

"Walter Nelson! He found me on My Spot and wants to know how we're doing!" Ron said.

"Each! The locked braces guy?" Kim reaffirmed, feeling her teeth with her fingers as the memory came flooding back to her.

Suddenly, the double doors opened and out stepped a tall, heavy set man with short white hair and a neatly trimmed moustache and beard. "Kim Possible! Well, how're ya'll doing? I sure am glad I was able to get yer services. You sure did a good job at saving my flash freezer and finding my most prized balloon before." Pop Pop Porter said, hooking his thumbs into his suspenders. "Why, I don't even bother calling the police anymore!" he smiled.

Kim never minded coming to Pop Pop's aid. He was one of the kinder people she's had to lend her services to. Ron liked helping because he got free corndogs. "Mr. Pop Pop Porter, sir. My services are yours to call on. I hear your cryofreeze machine is gone again and if there are corndogs in danger of..." Ron stepped up in a hands on hips heroic pose.

"Son... just the plans were taken. The machine is still up and running." Pop Pop said, watching Ron's grin fade.

"Aw man, that tanks! I mean... We'll get those plans back, sir." Ron smiled.

Kim rolled her eyes. It seemed the more things changed, the more they stayed the same. Especially Ron. "Where were the plans located, Mr. Porter?" Kim asked.

"In a file in my personal office." he said, suddenly looking nervous. Putting his hand to the side of his mouth, he whispered close. "We think it might have been an inside job."

Kim touched her chin in thought. "Can you give my webmaster access to your personnel files? I'd like to do a review."

"Absolutely, Ms. Possible." he smiled. "I'll patch him through. If there's anything else I can help with, you just let me know."

"I'll keep you posted."

"Now, I s'pose you'd like to have a look at the scene of the crime?" Pop Pop asked.

"Please and thank you!" Kim smiled. She reached back, pulling Ron by the arm. "Ron, would you put the Communicator away?"

Ron sighed, stuffing the gadget into a pocket. "I'm trying to fix the screen. It's all blurry!" Kim looked at him strangely as they walked through the door to Pop Pop's office.

"The plans were in the vault, Mr. Porter?" Kim asked as Ron took a survey of the room.

"That's right. I wasn't gone more than two minutes. When I came back, the vault was open and my top secret cryofreeze ray plans were gone!"

Kim activated her wrist Communicator. "Wade, any sign of fingerprints or other ev.?"

"I'm not seeing anything on microscopic or infrared, Kim. And to be able to break through that vault in under two minutes would require knowledge of the combination... or genius."

"Or both." Ron added.

"Thanks, Mr. Optimistic." Kim retorted. "Any luck on the employee files, Wade?"

"Nothing yet. Pop Pop Porter's headquarters alone employs over a thousand people." Wade replied.

"For corndogs?"

"While we do make more than just corndogs, it is a very complex and labor intensive process." Pop Pop piped in.

"It could take awhile." Wade continued. "I'll let you know when I find something."

Kim shut down the Communicator. "Don't worry, Mr. Porter. We'll find you plans."

"I don't think I need to tell you that if my cryofreeze ray got into the hands on my competition... well, it could very well mean the end of Pop Pop's mini frozen corndogs." Pop Pop explained.

Ron's face fell. "Can this day get any worse?!"

Kim sighed. "Well, we're on our way home. How does that grab you?"

Rufus hummed the death march as Ron dragged his feet out the door.


"No, we're not lying. We're just... obscuring the truth... for now." Kim explained as they looked up at the apartment building that her and Ron lived in. There were standing behind Kim's tricked out purple car, which meant that her parents and brothers were here. She had hoped that they would at lest refrain from using the thrusters. "Well, we can't just stand out here all day." she said, opening the door to the apartment complex.

"Can't we Kim? Can't we?" Ron asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Smile and be brave." Kim encouraged, pulling on his arm. "Monkey ninja master, already." she teased with a wink.

They climbed the steps to the fourth floor quickly enough until reaching the door to their apartment. Ron heaved a sign before taking two fingers and stretching his mouth into a smile. "How do I look?"

"Like Drakken whenever he thought he was about to win." Kim said with a smirk. Ron's smile faded and she pulled him close, placing a passionate kiss on his lips. "For luck." she said with a wink. The true Ron-smile returned as Kim opened the door to see her parents in the kitchen and her younger twin brothers watching Legend Killers in the living room.

"There's my Kimmie-cub!" James Possible said as he swept over to nearly crush Kim in a fatherly hug.

"Hey... uh, dad." Kim said nervously.

"Now Kim, don't you worry about that whole debacle a few months ago. Your friend Wade filled us in on what all happened." her father smiled, then turned to Ron, offering a hand. "Ronald, I hope you've been taking good care of my daughter."

Ron was having a difficult time looking him in the eye, but took the man's hand just the same. "Of course, Mr. Dr. P, sir. I'm the epitome of responsibility now. Y'know, since saving the world with the whole ultimate monkey power." Ron said, flexing. Kim rolled her eyes at his attempt to intimidate her father.

"Go have a seat, Kim. Lunch is almost ready." he mother smiled. Kim stepped into the living room, shooting Ron a sideways warning glance when it seemed he was about to walk into their bedroom to change.

"Uh, which one is the bathroom again, Kim?" Ron nearly shouted to cover up his mistake.

"The one with the bath tub in it." Kim said, pointing.

"Oh, right." Ron laughed nervously.

"So how are my favorite brothers?" Kim asked, sitting down between the twins on the couch. They looked at each other and grinned. They had grown quite a bit in the last year and a half. She hadn't taken the time to notice during the Cerebral Manipulator mess a few months ago. Tim was now sporting a dark brown soul patch on his chin and seemed to be partial to wearing a red muscle shirt. Jim, on the other hand was still clean shaven, but with side burns and wore a pressed green button up shirt over a white tee.

"So Kim..." Jim said, low enough that their parents wouldn't hear. "That's a nice Z-Boy you've got there. Latest version too."

"Yeah, so?" Kim asked, instantly suspicious.

"Zombie Mayhem Four and Mako Three. Didn't know you were such an avid gamer now." Tim commented. "Especially with some of Ron's favorite games."

"He... he spends a lot of time here, alright?" Kim defended.

"Oh, we know." the twins said in unison, with a cackle of laughter. "And yet he doesn't know where the bathroom is?"

Kim narrowed her gaze. "What do you know?"

"We know that you both have classes for more than half the day, every week day." Jim began.

"We also know that Ron still works at Smarty Mart." Tim continued.

"Which leaves negligible time for Ron to come here after work, then go back to the dorm across town in time to do anything other than sleep and do it all again the next day." Jim finished.

"We're almost sixteen, sis. Mom and Dad may be oblivious... for now, but don't play us for fools." Time said.

"Fine. But not a word, alright?" Kim whispered as Ron stepped out of the bath room.

"Lunch is ready!" Anne Possible called. "Kim, where are your serving bowls?" she asked.

Before Kim could answer, Ron was opening the correct cupboard and pointing them out. "Here you go, Mrs. Dr. P."

"My Ronald, you certainly know your way around a kitchen!" Kim's mother noticed.

"Yeah, uh... it's funny, y'know. Home Economics was one class I actually scored honors in in High School." Ron replied.

"That's not all he's scoring." Tim said to Jim in a whisper.