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Truce is the Daughter of Time

Having delivered Ron and Drakken to New York, allowing Kim to get a night's sleep, Shego let the redhead pilot the hovercraft most of the way to Senior Island. The green woman napped for much of the distance.

After waking from her nap Shego grabbed a granola bar and bottle of water and relieved Kim at the controls. Kim took the co-pilot's seat.

"You're sure Ron will be okay?"

"He'll be fine. He and Doc are buds after their adventures in Asia."

"Drakken really won't try to hurt him?"

"Of course not. You don't think boyfriend can take care of himself?"

"I… Of course I do. But Drakken is an evil genius after all."

Both women laughed. "He'll be fine," Shego assured Kim. "Won't let Doc out of his sight for a minute."

"Except when one of them needs to go to the bathroom."

"Didn't think about that," Shego muttered. "Oh, sure, Princess. They'll figure out a way."

"What are you talking about?"

"Never mind. Say, how's Doofus doing on the movies he owes you? Did he let you pick as many as I told him to?"

"I released him one movie early from the promise to you."

"Why the hell did you do that?"

"I'm trying to set a good example for him to follow – thinking of another person's feelings."

"Bad idea."

"What do you mean, bad idea? I think it's an important lesson."

"Well, duh, of course it's an important lesson. But I'll bet you were thinking of his feelings since you started dating, and he was walking all over yours. He needed to be taught a lesson – bad behavior brings punishment. You're killing the message I'm trying to beat into him."

"Speaking of bad behavior and dates, are you going to give me the full story on France?"

"France? What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean. Let me grab a granola bar and bottle of water, and then I want the story."

Shego was chewing the last bite of her own granola bar when Kim got back to the co-pilot's seat. "Well?" Kim demanded.

Shego swallowed before speaking, "I think we're half an hour from Senior Island."

"You're dodging my question."

"What question?"

"How was France?"

"The food was great. The people were rude. The weather was good."

"The company! How was the company! You know what I mean."

"I told you, the French are terribly rude… That and they don't use enough soap."

Kim was turning red with frustration. "You and Joe! You called me when you got back and said you had fun! I–"

"I did call and said I had fun. I figure the details are none of your business or might embarrass you."

"Have you seen him since then? Does he call?"

"Well…"

"Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!"

Shego smiled, "Okay, I was up in Canada a couple weeks ago. He asked me to watch the Ottawa Senators play."

"What are the Ottawa Senators?"

"A hockey team."

"Never heard of them."

"I know. Maybe it's like being a fan of the Chicago Cubs, you know they're never going to win big but you follow them anyway."

Kim smiled, "So, you must have gone for the company. You don't seem like a hockey kind of woman."

"Hey, I can appreciate mindless violence."

"You're telling me you went to Canada just to watch hockey? I don't believe you."

"Well," Shego confessed. "We had a lot more fun after the game than I did watching it. But I'll spare you the sordid details and actual positions."

"That's okay. So, you two really hit it off?"

Shego was quiet for a moment. "Not sure. He's sort of a backpacking in the wilderness and eat the trout you catch yourself kind of guy and I'm a lie out on the beach and have someone bring the strawberries and champagne right to your face kind of woman."

"Ummm… Yeah, I can see that. Hey, I tried."

"Appreciate the effort, little Sis. He and I aren't through trying just yet. We're planning to trip to Portillo. He–"

"Portillo?"

"Ski resort in Chile. Killer slopes. Not sure if killer slopes sounds like a vacation, but snuggling in front of a roaring fire at the lodge with a big mug of hot chocolate – double shot of Kahlua – then back to the room where he can massage my aching muscles. Then he will ever so gently run his hands–"

Kim held her hand up in a 'T' position, "Time! That's as much a kid sister needs to know. I am so jealous. I'd love to get Ron on a skiing trip. Of course I'd probably end up massaging his aching muscles at the end of the day."

"That can be fun too, Pumpkin. But you'd more likely be visiting him at the hospital after they set his broken bones. I thought you and Sidekick hadn't done the dirty yet."

"It's called making love–"

"If sex isn't dirty you aren't doing it right."

"You're impossible. No, we haven't done it yet. But that kind of romantic weekend sounds like…"

"Like a lot more fun than a quickie after a mission. Got to agree. Quickies have their place, but for real satisfaction you–"

"You are crude and disgusting."

"Thank you."

"And give me a call after skiing in Chile… But not too many details, okay Sis?"

Shego laughed, "You got it, Pumpkin. Grab the binoculars, I think that's Senior Island ahead."

Junior cringed when Kim stepped from the hovercraft, raising both arms to cover his face and one leg to protect the groin area. Frugal Lucre began to run in the opposite direction.

"Lucre, stop right there," Shego barked. Lucre stopped. "Come back here!" He cautiously moved back, keeping Junior between himself and the redhead.

"Don't hit me," Junior pleaded. "I am committing no crime… I am committing no crime at this time… I–"

"Knock it off," Shego told him. "You said I could hire an assistant to help with the job. This is the assistant I hired."

Junior cautiously relaxed from his defensive stance. "I do not understand. So this is not the renowned teen crime-fighter Kim Possible?"

"Renowned teen crime-fighter? Who writes your dialogue?"

"My esteemed father always hired the best–"

"Wait. I don't want to know. Just shut up or talk like a normal person."

"I am not certain if I understand. Your assistant is Kim Possible or only looks like Kim Possible?" Lucre asked.

"It's Kim."

Kim still hadn't spoken a word. Junior and Lucre looked at her, perplexed. Then Lucre seemed to have an idea and whispered something in Junior's ear. Junior seemed to brighten slightly, "So, Kim Possible is working for me? I can give her orders?"

"This is my assistant. I told you, I want backup. She'll be on my itemized bill at three grand a day–"

"You told me I was getting two," Kim protested.

Shego glared at Kim, "Shut up, Possible, administrative expenses." The green woman turned back to Junior and Lucre. "She answers to me, not you." Shego looked back at Kim, "Either of these two try to tell you something to do that you don't like, kick them in the nuts. That clear?"

Kim saluted crisply, "Kick them in the nuts, Sir. Yes, Sir. Very clear."

Shego gave Kim a playful slap on the ass, "And that goes for either of them laying a finger on you or giving you any sexist bullshit, clear?"

Kim glared as Shego, "And what do I do with you?"

Shego shrugged, "Check out your assistant job description in the manual. And I don't have nuts. What do you do with them if either tries that?"

"Kick them in the nuts, Sir."

"Right." Shego looked back at the two men, now slightly bilious in color, "That clear to you two?" Both men nodded.

Kim brought the tension down a couple notches by asking Junior, "Have you heard from your father?"

"No."

"Ransom demand yet?" Shego asked.

"No."

Shego shook her head, "That's not good," she said in a grim voice.

"Perhaps they are trying to figure out how much to ask for," Lucre suggested.

"You figure out what you're going to ask before you grab someone – you want to work fast, right Kim?"

"That's how I'd do it… If I was going to kidnap someone– Not that I want to kidnap anyone, I just–"

"But why have I not heard from father, then?" Junior interrupted.

"There're worse things than kidnapping," Shego muttered. "Lurman, you do the work on the Rotelli family like I asked?"

Lucre nodded.

"What's the Rotelli family?" Kim asked.

Shego ignored Kim for the moment, "Find anything?"

"Nothing that looks helpful," Lucre admitted. "I can't find anyone out of prison who's capable of something like that."

"You've got no imagination. Let me decide if they're capable or not."

"Fine. You want to start on the ninety-three year old who's been in a nursing home for twenty years and thinks Mussolini is still running Italy or the nun doing mission work in Costa Rica? 'Cause after that we're talking fifth cousins and real long shots."

"Who are the Rotellis?" Kim asked again.

"You remember the Seniors lost their money a couple years ago when some idiot gave a slime ball named Vinnie Wheeler power of attorney?"

"I remember the Seniors losing their money for awhile. I didn't get all the details."

"Well, Senior got it back. Turns out Vinnie Wheeler was one of the up-and-comers in the Rotelli crime family. I emphasize was. Senior was not happy with the Rotellis, and got enough attention on them that they're all behind bars…" Shego turned back to Lucre, "If they're in prison who took over their rackets? Could the new guys be doing the Rotellis a favor?"

"The family that took over never liked the Rotellis, they'd be more likely to send flowers and chocolate."

"Have you been able to hack into any of Senior's accounts and look for any activity?"

"Not yet," Lucre answered, "I–"

"Why don't you just ask Junior for the account information?" Kim wanted to know.

"Well, it seems that after the aforementioned idiot threw away Senior's money–" Shego began.

"I am not an idiot!" Junior protested.

"If the floo shits," Shego told him, "it quacks like a duck." As Junior pondered her comments Shego finished telling Kim. "Junior can't get into any of the large accounts now. Don't worry, there's enough in the little ones to insure we get paid."

"I'm not worried about that. I just don't want Senior to be hurt. He's a very nice… Other than having crime as a hobby, of course, but–"

"But he still has enemies," Shego assured her. "You can't make a ton of money without making a ton of enemies too." She turned to Junior, "Did you try to come up with a list the way I asked?"

"Everyone loved my father!"

"I've got a name," Kim offered.

Shego grinned, "Just earned your pay. Who?"

"Philippe Bouillon. Got Senior kicked out of the Billionaire's Club. Senior wanted revenge. I stopped him, but Bouillon seemed like a man who'd want his own revenge."

"That is certainly possible," Junior agreed.

"Sounds like a place to start," Shego agreed. "Lucre, did you search blogs for negative posts or get into Senior's emails for threats?"

"Yes."

"Print 'em off?"

"Yep."

"Then grab 'em. You can tell the redhead and me about them while we're on our way to pay a 'friendly' visit to Mr. Bouillon."