Let it go.


Kim caught her guest the next morning trying to escape the house.

At four in the morning.

This time Kim was ready for the woman's flight- and she didn't feel like letting her escape. This obviously pissed off the said woman beyond reason.

"Move, Princess. Before I hurt you," the prostitute threatened, and she was completely serious. As much as she dreaded it, she had to get back out to the streets before her whole cover was blown and she failed. Yes, she was incredibly grateful, and no, she didn't want to hurt her red-haired caretaker, but some things were more important than personal feelings. She had learnt that very recently, and it was now the reason that her life was spiraling towards somewhere she didn't want it to be.

But it had to be there.

"I'm not too worried. You wouldn't hurt me," Kim replied confidently.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that. I will hurt you if I have to," Shego crouched into a fighting stance with her fists clenched. She was really hoping the woman would move, but it seemed that the girl wasn't only an idiot, but an overconfident one at that.

"Okay, let me rephrase that," Kim said, not moving an inch and instead crossing her arms over her chest. "It's not that you wouldn't hurt me- it's that you can't hurt me."

The black-haired woman snarled. Nothing made her angrier than cocky idiots- and that was saying something. She liked nothing more than putting them in their place, and if the redhead wasn't going to move, than Shego wasn't just going to just hurt her horribly- she was going to humiliate her.

Maybe the bitch will stop harassing me then, Shego thought nastily. She knew she wasn't being fair- the woman had only been trying to help and she had succeeded in many ways- but at the moment she really didn't care. Her window was getting closer to closing with every passing second- her revenge slipping away- and the time she was wasting at the younger woman's house couldn't be taken back.

Shego ignited her hands and jumped forward with yell, aiming to break or maim, but not kill. To her complete shock and fury, Kim dodged without a problem and grabbed her arm, not only halting the attack but keeping her in place with a single arm.

"Tell me why you want to leave so badly, and maybe I'll let you go without a fight," Kim ordered, now very serious. The glowing, green fire around her guest's fists was new and extremely cool, but most likely dangerous and not something she could examine without being wounded. "You were raped less then twenty four hours ago, and from what I've gathered, you're living on the streets, starving. If this is about pride, then I'm going to tell you now that I'm not above getting on my knees and begging for you not to go back. It's not safe."

Shego was shocked by the directness. She was also annoyed and grudgingly touched by the woman's words, though she technically hadn't been raped. "Once again," she said, shaking off Kim's hold. "I don't see why the fuck you care."

Kim shrugged, not bothered by the language or harshness. She didn't really expect the prostitute to understand anyway. Kim could bet the woman didn't know much kindness. "How about you answer my question?" she asked instead of replying.

Shego glared at her and took a step back- hating how the door seemed to be getting further and further away. "I can't," she spat, looking away. "I can't even tell you why I can't. I just can't. And if you care as much as you say you do then you would understand that that's all the explanation I can give you. I need to go back out."

Kim examined her closely, noting the desperation that laced the woman's voice. The redhead didn't know her charge well, but she had been around her enough to tell that she wasn't one for getting desperate. She seemed very independent.

"Okay," she finally sighed in defeat.

The prostitute's eyes lit up, and she took an immediate step forward, but found that Kim still hadn't moved and was, in fact, seemingly blocking the doorway even more. "What?" Shego asked, throwing up her hands in exasperation. "I thought you said okay!"

"I want to know your name," Kim said, pushing her back as she once again tried to shove past.

Shego was shocked. Again. Why her name? Why did Kim need her name? Was it the fact that Shego knew her name but she didn't knew Shego's? Was it the suspense? Or could it be that Kim wasn't as not-involved with the ring as she had thought?

"Candy," Shego replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Happy now?"

Kim shook her head, smirking. "Okay, Candy. Let's try again. Your real name," she said. "The one your family uses."

"How do you know I have a family?"

"Why can't you just answer the damn question?"

They glared at each other, neither giving an inch until the prostitute's patience finally snapped and she yelled angrily, "Fine! Fine, god dammit! It's Shego. Shego, okay? It's my nickname because I absolutely hate my real name."

"Shego," Kim said, once again ignoring Shego as she muttered angrily to herself. She rolled the name around. Shego. As odd as the name was, she didn't think it was a lie. "Okay. I'll call you Shego then."

"Yeah, I guessed that you would when you asked and I answered," Shego snapped, tapping her foot impatiently. "Can I leave now?"

Kim looked at her for a moment before stepping aside. The woman rushed by, throwing open the door and stepping outside. Before she could go any further, she was stopped for at least the fourth time by a hand.

"Look, Pumpkin," she began, not even turning around to look at the person holding her back. Cold fury wrought by impatience and fear was bubbling to surface, and if Kim didn't take the hint and back off, she, and her house, were going to burn. It didn't matter how great the woman was at dodging and grabbing- she would be hurt. "If you don't let go of me, things are going to get ugly."

The hand released her and she turned around to look at Kim. The redhead looked obviously torn. "I really, really don't want you to go out there, Shego," she said. "But I'm guessing you have a good reason, because you don't seem like the type of person to… I don't know."

"And that's nice and all, Kimmie, but I have to go," Shego said, refusing to let the words get to her. It was quite possibly one of the nicest sentences she had ever heard directed at her, and it was from a complete stranger.

Kim nodded, but she was obviously saddened by the statement. "That's fine and all…" she said before hesitating. "But, if you ever need me- my house- for sleep or food or anything at all, you know where I live, okay?"

Shego didn't reply- she was afraid of what she would say- and instead began to walk away. "I'm not going to need you or your house," she said loudly before disappearing down the sidewalk.

And she was going to eat those words.


"You let a prostitute- a stranger off of the streets- stay in your house?" Monique practically shrieked. Her surprise wasn't only evident in the way her eyes widened, but the way her voice suddenly turned piercingly shrill.

Kim winced.

Her, Monique, and Ron were all sitting in a four person booth in Bueno Nacho, where they had all ordered food, but only Ron was chowing down on his two grande-sized nacos. Yori usually was with them, but she at the moment she was gone on some ninja-oriented training class that Ron had, surprisingly, not been invited to.

"Girl, you are going crazy," Monique stated as if it were complete fact- which it probably was.

Kim had been thinking about it herself. She still didn't know why she hadn't just gotten the woman professional help.

Ron, who had been gaping at her for a whole minute and a half, finally shut his mouth to grin and say, "I don't know. I don't blame Kim for-"

"Stop that sentence right there, boy. Or else I'll tell Yori," Monique threatened. "You didn't actually sleep with her did you?" she asked Kim a second later when their redheaded friend made no comment.

"She tried to," Kim admitted after a moment, rubbing her temples. "I could tell she didn't want to- that she was just distracting me because she wanted to leave- but she really tried."

"You say tried as if it were a bad thing," Ron remarked, his grin growing larger and more lecherous.

"I wasn't going to sleep with her, Ron," Kim told him flatly, sickened that he even thought she would do something as horrible as take advantage of a prostitute.

"I know. I know, KP," Ron said- and he did know. There was no way teen hero Kim Possible, or just Kim Possible, would never take advantage of someone in need, nor would she ever not help a person in need. Kim was the kind to dish out her money to anyone with wanting hand- or food, or rides, or, now, shelter. He wasn't surprised like Monique. He had actually been waiting for this to happen.

Nor would he ever, ever consider having a prostitute. Especially with Yori as his girlfriend. He didn't feel the need to be slaughtered slowly and painfully anytime soon.

"Still think you're going crazy," Monique commented, eyebrow raised.

"Kim's a genius. Those things happen to geniuses more often than not," Ron replied matter-of-factly. He would know.

"Can we please stop talking about my sanity? It's not exactly the best lunch conversation," Kim said, trying not to face palm.

"It's the most interesting conversation," Ron pointed out.

"Don't care," Kim replied, playing with her untouched food.

Monique and Ron looked at each other. As much as they liked to tease their best friend, they mutually decided to stop and help her.

"You could always ask Wade to run up a search on her," Ron suggested helpfully. He really didn't want his best friend in the entire world to be depressed or confused for any amount of time.

Kim fidgeted and looked down. "I already thought about that," Kim admitted nervously.

"But…" Monique prodded, sensing the continuation and implication.

"But I feel like it would be an invasion of privacy. She trusted me with her name. I'll trust her with her secrets."

"Good choice," Ron approved, nodding thoughtfully. "By the way, KP, LMNT's asking if you would mind another song. They wanted to ask permission this time."

"Oh, absolutely," Monique butted in. "I love the way they did the last one. Hey, Ron, while your at it ask them if she can sing again? That was kick ass."

"Guys…" Kim buried her head in her hands. She didn't want to talk about this either.

"I still have that song on my iPod!" Ron chimed in, grinning and dancing to some unknown beat. "I'm so good. I need to give up being a chef and move on to being a song writer. 'Call me, beep me-'"

"Ron!"

"It's Just You wasn't bad either, Ron. What a compliment, huh, Kim?" Monique said, giving a little shake in her seat.

"Is it Kim day or something?" Kim muttered to herself, tired of the subject.

Kim returned to an empty home from a mission in Egypt where a new tomb had been found. She had been hired to guard it from tomb-robbers while it was fully excavated. Then there was the mummy, and the curse, and the scarabs, and the God-awful luck-... it just equated to a God-awful day.

As soon as she entered the living room, she threw herself down on the couch, but found that she couldn't make herself take a nap. It was nearly impossible to sit still for some reason, despite her exhaustion. She fixed herself dinner before deciding to just run through some forms to burn some energy. She could do her homework afterwards.

She dropped down into a fighting stance, but before she could begin the Kimmunicator started beeping.


Shego found herself in some high dollar club- hotel where the drinks were too expensive for even middle class, and all of the rooms were booked for high business moguls and their one-night mistresses. Something she planned on becoming for her target- the untouchable one. He always chose exotic women from the top of the ring- the place she was making her way to, despite the deep-seated disgust she felt for herself now. Her body was dirty, sinful, unneeded. Her soul, which she thought would be untouchable, was becoming the same. The looks no longer made her feel like she was wanted, but like an animal on auction for the highest bidder- ready to do anything her 'master' would want her to do.

Shego wasn't the chained type. She couldn't be chained and be happy, but neither could she rest knowing the one person she wanted to kill more than any other was within arms reach.

"He has a- a marking- a tattoo. A dragon."

The song that pounded was a raw, tribal tune, and it dragged at one's senses. The floor pulsed in rhythm and she found herself dancing along, but not truly lost with the crowd. She was still searching at all times for a high class buyer. It was like finding a needle in a haystack, but she couldn't give up.

She barely stopped herself from jumping as hand ran along her ass and another body pressed up against hers from behind- pulling her closer and forcing her to dance with the stranger.

"What are you doing here?" the person asked, and Shego fought the urge to scream when she recognized the commanding, annoying, female voice.

"I could ask you the same question," Shego replied, forcing down her anger and trying to relax. She didn't turn to look at her captor, but that didn't change the fact that they were addressing each other.

"But I asked first," Kim pointed out, shaking her head slightly. She found that she enjoyed making Shego uncomfortable. It was funny. "I didn't think someone of your… disposition camehere."

"You mean you didn't think a low level, street wandering, homeless prostitute like me came to be in such a high class club like this? Use your head, Kimmie."

Her tone almost made Kim blush, but she ignored the urge and instead continued to dance. "I'm always using my head, Shego."

"Don't call me that," Shego hissed, clenching at Kim's arm which was wrapped around her waist. "Not here. Not now. You know nothing."

"Okay, okay!" Kim said, surprised at the vehemence in the prostitute's voice. "I'll call you Blondie or something."

Blondie. The thought of such a name almost made Shego snort in laughter before she snapped back to reality. "Why are you here, Pumpkin? Anyone else would think that you're following me. And you better give me a fucking honest answer."

"I can't tell you," Kim answered regretfully. Mission. Secret. Fucking sucked.

She expected Shego to be angry and to suddenly go off, but surprisingly, neither happened.

"Good, because I can't tell you either," Shego replied before slipping away from Kim and off into the crowd.

The hero let her- she had a feeling they would see each other later on.

Wade had told her the hit on the site was from a man named Jonathan Kramer- a very rich, very successful medical business man. Jonathan was afraid that an attempt on his life was going to be made tonight. Specifically sometime past midnight. He said he knew nothing other than that- which really didn't bother Kim. She had worked with less info before.

The redhead moved off towards the VIP section of the club, ignoring all female and male advances. A group of people sat in a corner pocket, most of them beautiful, exotic, and strange women. They all surrounded the man who she suspected was Jonathan Kramer. He was handsome, with dark brown hair and tanned skin. His eyes were creepily black, though, and it ruined his good looks. He looked familiar, which threw her off for a whole three seconds before mission mindset kicked back in and she was ready for anything.

His eyes lit up when he saw her, and he stood, smiling warmly. "Kim Possible, I presume?" he asked, shaking her hand. "Thanks for coming, though I fear it'll just be my paranoia that led you here."

Kim smiled back. "Jonathan Kramer? My pleasure. And it's no big. Better safe than sorry, right?"

"Exactly."

Kim couldn't help but notice how scarily off something was about the man, but she knocked it off as nothing.

The night was long, and Kim couldn't pass it by drinking, seeing as she was underage- "A mere trifle" as Ron would call it. Sadly, no matter what he called it, she couldn't drink. To amuse herself, she watched the people passing by and tried to give them a name that matched their faces- without letting Kramer out of her visual. She was on the edge about Jonathan Kramer. The man radiated villainy-aura; she would know. He surrounded himself with obvious whores and hired help. It had evil written all over it, but she wasn't going to jump the gun too soon. She could just be imagining things. Anyways, he had hired her, Kim Possible- obvious good guy- to protect him.

Unable to shake the feeling any longer that something was wrong with the entire picture- Kramer had two women on top of him and was making out with another one- Kim pulled out the Kimmunicator. "Wade."

"Hey Kim," Wade said, sucking on some type of drink. "What's up? Still on the mission for Kramer?"

Kim rolled her eyes. "It's probably going to be an all-nighter Wade, but that's not why I was calling. Can you run a background check on Mr. Kramer? Something feels… off about him."

"Sure. Can do, Kim," Wade agreed, sitting the drink down. "Anything specific?"

"Any and all criminal and connecting activity. Something that says villain on any level. And I'm going to go on a hunch and say that it's going to be well-hidden if there is anything on him."

"Gotcha. I'm on it."

"Thanks, Wade."

Shego watched from the shadows as Kim pocketed her device. Kramer. Could it be…? That wasn't the name of the one she was looking for, but then again, she highly doubted that such a higher up would go without a persona. Kramer might just be the man she was aiming for.

Smirking, she followed her redheaded nuisance to an alcove in the shadier side of the club. She knew immediately who she was now targeting- the man was hard to miss. Fighting down the impulse to automatically kill him- because she couldn't right her, right now- Shego slipped into a corner, all the while wondering what Kim Possible was doing around such a person.


Kay, guys. Third chappie ftw. Can't believe I updated, once again, in a week. Don't get used to it now. Weekly updates aren't my thing.

So I'm trying to do something original with this KiGo fic. As you all know, there's a ton of KiGo stories and most of them are some overused plot with a few minor changes. I'm trying to not to do that, so if you guys could please tell me what you think about the whole plot so far, I would be much obliged.

Watch for that. If the plot starts changing into something already done, feel free to tell me.

Another thing- completely off topic but needed. I read this one-shot this week on Ron that made me sob. Hard. It's beautifully thought out and written so I feel like it needs a lot more recognition. It's KiGo, so don't be scared to go look at it. It's called Five Seconds by Twin-3. Here's the link- .net/s/4145692/1/Five_Seconds You might need to reread it a couple of times.

Review if you liked this chapter!