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Kim Possible: Flirting With the Enemy

By LJ58

4

"Any luck, Wade," Ron asked on his way back from China, the gene-bomb he had recovered carefully stored in a special transport container in the back of the GJ hoverjet that had picked him up.

"I've tracked all the trace elements to the most likely locations near volcanic cones, islands, or any other place likely, and can't find a sign of her anywhere, Ron. I am starting to get the feeling someone might have actually planted that residue just to throw us off," Wade admitted.

"And leave us spinning in circles while they covered their getaway," Ron concluded darkly.

"Yeah. I'm afraid so," the young genius grimaced.

"Wade, do you really think Kim just thought this up on her own on the spur of the moment," Ron asked with an insight that surprised Wade of late.

Ron knew that was what her parents were buying, and it had the impulsive, seat-of-your-pants getaway that Kim was famous, some might say infamous for at times. Still, Ron's gut said something was off here. Something just didn't feel right. One minute, she was dead in the center of a six month depression that had a very bad vibe, and suddenly she bolts for parts unknown, possibly with help unknown, and just completely vanishes. And she had vanished. Even his own ninja contacts he had called had yet to find her. Considering Yamanouchi had as many eyes as Wade, if not more, that was saying something.

Still, his instincts were screaming foul, and he couldn't let this go. Not if Kim was out there somewhere, and maybe needing his help.

"It's been well over two months now, Ron," Wade admitted. "I'm not liking our odds at finding her just now, because every lead I can even think of is already cold. Like it or not, we may just have to wait to hear from….someone."

Ron frowned. "Keep your eyes open, Wade. This stinks. I know it does."

"You know I will, Ron. Meanwhile, how'd the hunt go?"

"Charin is in custody, and we have his bomb, and the blueprints he used for it. No sign of DNAmy, by the way. If she was involved, she bailed before I got there."

"Ron, are you sure you're going to want to just hand that kind of weapon over to…..anyone," the ever cautious Wade asked him.

"Let's just say I made a few….extra modifications before I handed anything over," he told him quietly with a sly smirk. "I might have gotten a little bored, and played with it after I kind of doodled a bit on the blueprints. It won't be getting used by anyone, for any reason. Not now."

"Smart. Okay, I'd better go. I'll keep you posted," Wade assured him.

"Thanks, Wade. Later."

Ron leaned back in the seat, ignoring the agent that glanced back at him from the cockpit. Too far away to overhear him, he knew Wade had shielded his new communicator from being detected or tapped anyway after Ron had once unwittingly clued Drakken in to their usual frequencies during that whole 'Zorpox' episode. Not his best moment. Still, he had pointed out a vulnerability the young genius had felt chagrined for overlooking.

"You okay," the agent shouted back over the roar of the engines.

Ron just flashed a thumb's up.

"We have orders to bring you back in for debriefing," the man told him.

He only shrugged.

Dr. Director was probably wondering why he had handed the Chinese anarchist over to the Japanese rather than just bring him in through official channels. Frankly, he doubted the Americans would have held him. Lately, the government didn't seem to have the guts to do the right thing in his eyes. They even let their own homegrown terrorists literally get away with murder, and barely managed to slap them on the hand. He doubted they would hold on to one that threatened to turn everyone into hybrid animals, but had yet to actually do anything.

The Japanese, however, under covert guidance from Master Sensei, would know just what to do with the man, though.

Sometimes, as the adage went, an ounce of prevention, and all that.

Ever since his best friend's troubling crash, Ron had been all about prevention. Especially when he had realized some of their former villains had been ready to come after Kim in spite of the news she seemed to have quit. Steeling himself, he pointedly put himself back on the front lines after a crash course in mystic kung-fu at Yamanouchi, and then he put on a mask, just in case, and gave the bad guys something else to think about other than Kim. Along the way, he became a greater threat to them than even Kim had ever been.

Sure enough, they had quickly forgotten about Kim Possible, and started aiming at him. Or who they thought he was now.

He wouldn't change if he could, and he knew he couldn't. It was, after all, a part of the ninja master he was fast becoming as Yamanouchi now actively helped shape his future.

KP

Kim sucked air, sagging on her knees as Shego stood over her, and smirked as she lowered her gloved hands. Hands that, true to her word, never once channeled the potentially lethal cosmic might she could unleash at will.

It hardly mattered.

Over nine weeks of hard training, and while she was almost back to her usual peak level of fitness once more, Shego had taken her apart like a novice challenging a grand master.

"Want to keep going," the green-skinned woman asked, seeing the raw indignation in those green eyes, and knowing Kim well enough to know that if there were any way possible, the woman would be back on her feet without warning if given a chance.

Kim looked up at her, staring hard, and then dropped her head.

"No," she finally grit out, shaking her head. "You won. You were right. Damn you, you were right," she hissed, and sagged even more.

"Kim."

Kim slowly looked up to see the hand offered her.

"This isn't about right, or wrong. It's about me helping you. That's all. Okay," Shego asked her mildly. "As far as the score card, this one was completely off the record. Agreed?"

Kim looked up at her, and sighed.

Then reached up, and took her rival's hand.

Shego easily lifted her to her feet, and Kim groaned as she found her feet again.

"So, you could have taken me apart any time you wanted?"

"Usually. You do have had your moments, and you were getting pretty darn good toward the end. Still, where's the fun in always winning," Shego grinned. "Besides, just now? You're still recovering, and don't think I didn't notice you were holding back. Your head still isn't back in the game, Princess. I could tell that much from the first punch. You definitely need help."

"You're nuts," Kim accused her, shaking her head again.

"You want to see nuts, wait till you see Drakken at work behind the scenes."

"Drakken," Kim frowned.

"Yeah, I had this idea, and wait till you see your new uniform," Shego grinned. "This is going to be fun!"

Kim found she was groaning again as Shego filled her in on her plan to educate her in her world.

KP

"We may have a problem," Betty told Ron bluntly when he was called in for a new mission, and he walked into her office even as she turned in her chair, and switched on a monitor without pause.

"What now," he asked grimly even as he came into GJ headquarters for what he felt was likely another pointless briefing.

Eleven weeks. Almost three months, and not one word from Kim. Neither GJ, Wade, nor Yamanouchi could find her, either. It was like she really had vanished. Just….disappeared. She had to be in trouble. He couldn't think of anything else that explained her long absence without so much as a word to anyone.

In the meantime, he had spent most of that time running around chasing dead ends, putting out the usual 'fires,' and simultaneously taking out a few of GJ's covertly targeted madmen that, for reasons not always disclosed, GJ couldn't legally touch.

Which essentially left him taking out the trash. Or so he deemed it.

"What is it now," he asked as the monitor lit up, and she loaded a file she had obviously just received since it wasn't already on her computer.

"We have a troubling new team on scene. And, no, they aren't on our side," she pointed out as Dr. Director angled her monitor for him to see as he stood watching.

"What do you mean?"

"Watch," he was told, and he looked at the monitor that flared with the off-green lighting that betrayed night-vision filming as he studied the top of a series of monitored warehouses that catered to special clients who preferred not to have the world know that they were storing more than old furniture, or dated files there.

For a moment, the image flickered, then a battery appeared on the greenish screen, proving it was an auxiliary camera recording that whoever had likely just taken out the power didn't know about.

He saw a familiar silhouette, and almost expected to see a green woman appear. Instead, there was only the familiar blue man that landed a hovercraft atop the nearest rooftop on screen. Five Henches got out with him, but two darkly-clad figures remained behind as the man in blue led them to a vent he cut open with a laser, and then helped the others down before following. The two in the hover pod remained on station. Apparently, just watching.

"You said team," Ron started to say as he watched what looked like Drakken pulling just another ordinary robbery. No surprise, and no real shock, since the man could not seem to learn his lesson. Still, he was curious as to why Wade had not tipped him off to this one. "And why didn't you have Wade tip me about Drakken being active again?"

"Watch," was Dr. Director's only response again.

The blue-skinned villain climbed out of the vent again after a few minutes, required obvious aid getting out, and then even as the other five followed him to their transport, the area security team only then showed. Tracer rounds fired, and one of the Henches, an apparent female, was obviously hit, and went sliding toward the edge, and a very nasty fall.

Even as she slid, the two figures still in the hovercraft only then moved.

In tandem, and now in full view of the camera, he could see they were both dressed in all black with some kind of visors masking their eyes, and only their obvious curves marked them as females, too. Even as one grabbed, and physically threw the sliding henchwoman toward the others, the other woman caught her even as the first danced over the rooftop like a manic gymnast. At every bounce a gunman on the security team somehow went down. Sometimes two at once. At the end of her 'tumble,' the entire team was down, and the blue-skinned lunatic got cleanly away after everyone was loaded back into the hover pod.

"They are good. Too good for Drakken's usual Henches," Ron knew.

"You noticed they weren't wearing Jack Hench's usual colors, either," Dr. Director commented.

"Which means….freelancers," he nodded.

"Any rogue ninja from your way lately," Betty asked pointedly as she now opened an evidence box, and revealed seven bloody shuriken that had obviously already been tested, and printed. All without giving up a single clue.

"No," he said blandly, "But we're hardly the only source of ninja in the world, either," he pointed out as he lifted one of the shuriken, and studied it.

"True. Whoever they are, Ronald, they are very good. Watch. That robbery was actually from last week, and we have been trying to track them down since by analyzing the footage. This, however, is from just late last night."

He watched the monitor again, and this time he saw Drakken blunder right into a trap in some kind of building. Twenty armed soldiers had him pinned in a hall of some kind somewhere, and his Henches were all taken down with ease when two dark blurs abruptly exploded from the far side of the camera's periphery, and before he could even focus on the pair this time, the soldiers were all down, and Drakken was dragged off by the smaller woman who he realized seemed to be far more…..

"Figured it out?"

Ron frowned incredulously.

"I think we've found Kimberly," Betty Director told him. "I don't have any clue who the other woman is, but, but I'm betting she is the one that helped Kim stage her disappearance."

"Kim would never join Drakken," Ron said curtly as he absorbed the woman's claim.

"She moves like her, Stoppable. Fits the same physical parameters, and she certainly hasn't been seen anywhere else lately, Ronald. We have to assume….."

"No, we don't," he growled, his brown eyes glittering.

"Look, it's possible it's another use of mind control. We don't know. And we won't know until we catch her. And Drakken. I want you to find him, and bring down whoever they are. Drakken, in fact, is a secondary target. We both know he's not really a threat of late on his own. Not without…..her. Those two women, however, are obviously far too skilled to take chances with on any level," she pointed out.

She paused the footage on a shot of the bigger woman launching a kick at one man while simultaneously slinging the smaller woman around to dropkick two soldiers at once. "Whoever they are," Dr. Director added, "They are obviously used to working together. So let's find out who they are for certain, and bring them in," she told Ron. "Before they decide they don't need Drakken."

"What do you mean?"

"This is top secret, but two hours after they dragged Drakken away, the experimental comm-system the soldiers at that location were guarding vanished. Without a trace. No alerts. No fights. No nothing. The device was just gone. Two of the men taken in the earlier confrontation also disappeared from a holding cell while under full guard. The guards on duty never heard, or saw anything."

"Only two Henches were freed," Ron frowned.

"The only two that weren't injured, or dead. Three others are in ICU, and yet to recover sufficiently to allow questioning. The other two were in a secure cell. Or so we thought….."

Ron nodded knowingly at the expression on her face.

"So…..they're obviously very skilled," he realized, "And not just playing dress-up. Then they might just have to be real ninja of some kind," he admitted.

"Exactly. I have to ask, Ronald. Did Kimberly ever do any ninja training with you?"

"Just that kung-fu of hers, so far as I knew," he admitted.

"Well, these woman obviously has some very serious skills. Find them, Ronald. Before they become a true threat to the world. Kimberly, or not, we cannot risk what they might do next," she told him.

"Just to save time, what does that comm-thingy that they took do?"

"It could conceivably communicate with every hardened facility in the nation, and can tap into any spy satellite in orbit. Technically, it could even order any nation's missiles to launch without even bothering with the usual codes, or other fail-safes."

"Not good," he frowned, wondering why anyone would build something that dangerous in the first place.

"No, Ronald. Not good."

"I'll let you know what I find. But I still don't think it's Kim. I don't see her helping Drakken for any reason."

"Whoever it is, or isn't, you have to stop them. Before they escalate."

"Count on it," he nodded, and left the command center. He wondered if Wade had seen the footage. Or if he had even heard of the robberies. Then again, he was talking about Wade. So why hadn't he been clued in before now?

He and Wade were going to have to have a talk, he decided.

KP

"How are you doing," Kim asked Rose gruffly, the redhead still masked as ever when outside of Shego's private quarters they now shared. All part of the mercenary woman's gambit to keep Kim's presence a secret from everyone on both sides.

Rose looked up from her seat on a couch in the Henches' quarters, and smiled weakly. She had only become a Hench because her juvenile record had left her less than employable even as an adult, and she had kids to feed. As she had once told Kim, who had daringly asked why she had joined Henchco, better a well-paid Hench, than another drug-addicted whore beaten into an early grave.

Kim still didn't understand, but she could respect that the young woman truly did care for her children, and was focused only on caring for them however she could.

"Better than I would have been if you and your friend weren't there to save my butt," Rose admitted just then, smiling her way as she sat there still recovering after her surgery.

Kim had been just following along with an equally masked Shego as usual, just watching Drakken do his usual inept thing with even Shego staying 'hidden' since she didn't want anyone spotting her 'return' even by accident just yet. Which was another reason she was keeping the plasma caged for the time being, as well as wearing the new ninja costume. Then those trigger-happy security guards came out of nowhere, and just started shooting.

No warning, no shouts, nothing. Just bullets.

Kim had been furious, but as she knew by then that it was Rose was under that Henchco mask when the woman had been hit, and she had been worried, too. She was a woman Kim had already even come to admittedly like over the past few weeks of hanging around with Shego, and to a degree she could respect that the woman was willing to go so far just to try to take care of her children.

She had barely shouted to Shego, "Catch her," when she impulsively somersaulted across the roof, launching shuriken she had carried since they were currently hiding her identity as a fellow 'ninja mercenary' taking a little time off, and dropped the guards with nonlethal, but debilitating strikes.

"I'm proud of you," Shego had whispered after everyone had gotten back into the pod, and they were flying away. "And surprised," she had pointed out honestly. "You didn't have to help."

"I couldn't just let her fall," Kim had sputtered at the time. "And even I could see those jerks were shooting to kill. We were lucky they were such lousy shots."

"You're right. We were lucky," Shego had replied.

"So are Rose's kids," she had said, eyeing the likable blonde who had whimpered as one of the men dressed her wound as they had left the warehouse behind. Fortunately, Drakken had a surprisingly effective robot surgeon, and Rose was quickly patched up once they made it back to the lair.

Now, back in the lair, bandaged, and recovering, the young mother looked calm, and was just as cocky as ever again.

"I wonder if I can get a bonus for getting shot," she asked Kim, not knowing who the 'ninja' under the mask was, but knowing if she and her friend had not moved, she would have been caught, or killed. It made her friendlier with the woman in black that usually didn't do more than 'haunt' the lair as she only watched everyone and everything for most of the month she had been around.

"With Dr. Drakken, you're lucky to even have medical treatment," Kim advised her knowingly.

"Beats that helmeted guy I temped with once. That fruitcake wanted everyone wearing housecoats around the lair. And don't get me started on Gemini. I'm almost glad he seems to have gone underground just now with that Freakjob psycho running around taking out bad guys."

"You're not scared of him," Kim asked.

"I'm more afraid of losing my kids, or worse, watching them starve to death," she told Kim honestly.

Kim only nodded at that.

"Do you have a family?"

Kim glanced sharply at her, surprised by the question that came out of nowhere.

"Sorry. I know," Rose sighed when Kim didn't reply. "Don't ask questions. First rule of the job."

"No, it's just…. They wouldn't understand...this," Kim told her honestly.

"I know. Mom pretty much disowned me after my first arrest, and that one wasn't even my fault. She won't even look at me now," she sighed mournfully.

"Tough break," Shego drawled unsympathetically as she walked into the lobby to join them. "C'mon, Partner," Shego called her. "We have a confab with blue-boy."

Rose just stared up at the masked Shego, saying nothing. Not that she knew it was her. Maybe three villains in all the world knew who Shego was under that mask just then, and they wisely weren't talking. Still, the blonde was astonished at how daring the two 'ninja' were that shadowed her current boss were at times. Frankly, while Drakken paid well, she was still genuinely afraid of the lunatic that did have moments in which he genuinely terrified her with some of the things that crossed his mind.

"We should be getting out of here, too," Kim murmured as she and Shego walked away together. "By now, Wade, and GJ has likely tracked us back to this lair."

"We're already getting ready to move," Shego told her with a masked grin. "That's why we're having the confab. Want to see how Drewbie makes the really big decisions?"

"Do I," Kim asked, still a little uneasy at times about being around the manic loon.

"C'mon, live a little," the green-skinned woman chortled behind her mask. "You have to see this to appreciate it," she grinned.

"Ah, She…. Ah, you. You're just in time. Did you find my dart," Drakken asked.

"You mean this," she asked, picking up an ordinary dart from a crowded, disorderly lab table near where Drakken was standing, eyeing a map of the world on the far wall.

"Right! Now, where to go," he said, taking the dart, and pointedly closing his eyes before he flung it in a general direction at the wall.

The dart hit far to the right of the map, and bounced into a corner.

Shego produced a second dart at the same instant, and flung it unerringly at a point in central Canada.

"Aha! My Saskatoe… Sasker….. Canadian hideout! Perfect," he declared when he opened his eyes to see the dart.

"You're kidding me," Kim asked Shego quietly.

Shego only sniggered. "I tried to warn you."

"Warn her about what, You? My superior genius? My genuine…."

"I just told her you had to be met in person to be appreciated," Shego drawled.

"Right! Now, on to the new lair. And I have a diabolical plan that is going to fit in wondrously with our new move. For this time," he declared, pausing dramatically as a finger stabbed at the sky, "The world will be mine!"

Kim only groaned.

"Welcome to my world. Do you see why I appreciated the interruptions when you showed," Shego chortled quietly just for Kim's ears.

"Why do you stay," she asked as she watched Drakken haphazardly packing by simply raking things from the lab tables into large boxes. He apparently completely ignored the disturbing sounds made by some of the clattering equipment, along with sparks, small puffs of smoke, and strange odors.

Shego just shrugged. "He pays well, and…. Let's face it, he's always good for a laugh."

"Come, You," he barked once he felt he had whatever he deemed important, "And….ah, you," he called Kim. "We have plans to make! Evil genius plans. Oh, and get my lucky dart, will you? I don't want to lose that."

Kim tried very hard not to laugh.

She was not, however, laughing when just four days later he blundered his way into a military lab in the Rockies, set off every alarm on the way in, and almost got them all shot. Like he did over half his henchmen. For a few tense moments she was afraid Shego was going to blow her own cover when she nearly 'lit up,' but they managed to take out every one of the soldiers with a combination move they had practiced on the island while she was being trained within an inch of her life.

Incredibly, it not only worked, she took out four men at once, and Shego got two others. It was a pretty good spin kick that harnessed both their body's momentum as they used one another to redirect their motion midair, and take out any of the men who got too close for their own good.

On the way back, without whatever doohickey Drakken had wanted, Kim still felt the rush of excitement from their close call, and for a moment forgot she had not wanted to actually get involved in anything. She was, after all, just there to be watch. Observing, and seeing just how Shego worked day-to-day, just as they had bet.

"So much for your plan, Doc," Shego glowered, glancing at the two men they managed to drag out, the rest left behind by necessity. Some of them, she knew, weren't ever coming back.

Kim was thinking how glad she was Rose had not been up to going with them this time. Even she had realized most of those wounded men back there might not live to be arrested. Several wouldn't even have that chance. The soldiers were much better shots than those security guards from a week ago.

"Hardly, uh, You," he continued to call Shego. "We will simply turn around, and go back in. They won't be expecting that kind of daring move," he predicted.

"That goes without saying," Kim remarked dryly.

"And you can spring my other men while she gets the cyber-optic comm panel," Drakken informed her, making her look at him as if he were a real idiot.

"And what will you be doing," Shego asked.

"I'll….ah, keep the hover pod safe while you two….do your thing," he smiled as he slowed their momentum, dropped down to the ground again, and slowly turned the craft as if being stealthy were a matter of speed.

Shego sighed.

"Fine. But you will not touch anything. You will not call us on the radio. You will not offer advice, or suggestions. You will in short, sit still, shut up, and do nothing until I get back."

"You mean you both get back, right," Drakken asked, eyeing Kim.

Shego growled.

"Fine, fine. Just….do whatever you want," Drakken swore at her curt silence. "Honestly, you'd think this would have gotten easier after we finally got rid of Kim Possible. But, no. If anything…."

"What part of shut up did you not understand," Kim growled, dropping her tone, and pulling a slender dagger she put against his throat before he could blink. The sole Hench left in the pod just gaped, just staring in disbelief as his boss turned an even paler shade of blue.

"Eep. Uh…..You," he looked to Shego in genuine fear. "A little help!"

"You know how ninja are, Dr. D," Shego grinned behind her mask. "They get really upset when you violate the silence is golden rule."

"Noted," he squeaked, and made a show of zipping his lip, and then tossing an imaginary key over his shoulder.

Kim sheathed her dagger, and glared at him as she noted Shego's shoulders shaking slightly.

She was laughing.

Shego, having taken the controls, now skillfully brought them in under radar this time, and landed just outside the facility's far perimeter. After landing, she eyed the shaken Hench, and growled, "Keep him still, and quiet. Got it?"

"Got it," the masked Hench nodded vehemently.

"I'll should go in fast, and silent," she told Kim once they left the blue-skinned man and his babysitter behind, having pulled up her mask for a moment to cool off. "But….."

"Shego?"

"You don't have to do this," she told her as they left Drakken, and their wounded Henches behind. "This wasn't part of the deal. You can stay back, and I'll handle….."

Kim put a hand on her shoulder, pulling up her mask for a moment, letting fresh air cool her sweating face, and fill her lungs.

"Shego, I know all that, but….all I'm going to do is get those guys out. It may seem odd, but…. I can't just walk away if I can get them out. Not after….getting to know them."

"All right. You know the layout as well as I do. And you've obviously shaken off the rust. I don't think I'll be making any more wagers with you anytime soon," she grinned, adding, "At least, none I'm not sure I can afford to lose. "But are you sure...?"

"I said I'd help," Kim said stubbornly. "I'll help."

Even as they neared the fence, Shego was still wishing Drakken had left the whole caper to her in the first place. She had tried to warn him, but like usual, he ignored her. "Hit the cells, and only the cells. Anyone in the medical bay is going to need medical care, and probably won't be able to get out anyway. Not without tripping you up. I'm going right for the doohickey, and we'll rendezvous back outside the wire. Don't wait for me. I won't wait for you," she said, and pulled her own mask back down.

"Shego?"

"What, Pumpkin," she growled as Kim checked her mask again too. Just in case.

"I'll bet I beat you back."

"Not a chance," she laughed, and raced for the fence line.

Kim wasn't half a step behind her.

To Be Continued…