Warning: Slight nudity. But hey, if you're reading a KiGo fic, you should expect slight nudity.
What am I even doing here?
It was times like this that Kim Possible really hated her whole good-guy-who-can-be-hired-for-nothing job. Why Kramer felt it was necessary to be guarded while- while-… doing such private matters was beyond her comprehension- and that was saying something considering that she was a qualified genius in every sense of the word.
The redhead tried her best not to flinch in disgust at the moans and other sounds coming from beyond the closed door.
"Wade?" she pleaded to her device desperately. "Anything?" She wanted so badly to put the guy behind bars just for using women in such a disgusting way.
Women like Shego.
"I'm sorry, Kim. I'm still looking. Whatever this guy has done is very well hidden, but there is something. There's a file on him in Global Justice records." Wade sounded contrite, but that didn't change where she was or what she was doing at the moment. "It's seriously guarded."
"Please hurry. This is quite possibly the worst job I have ever taken."
"I'm trying."
"Try harder, or I might have to take him in without lawful reason."
With that, Kim pocketed the Kimmunicator and resumed her stance outside the door. The other heavily muscled guards kept shooting her glances that she pointedly ignored. Finally, after only three minutes- pathetic, Kim thought- silence reigned in Kramer's room. Five minutes after that, one of the women that Kim had seen with Kramer earlier stumbled out of the room- poorly dressed and in need of a shower.
"He says to send the next one in," she said, voice shaky.
The guards looked at her, identical sneers spreading on their faces. The youngest of the bunch ran off down the long hallway while the other's began to converge on the poor, exhausted prostitute. One of the larger men grabbed her arm and pulled her closer. "How about you help us out liked you helped boss, eh?" They laughed.
This was where Kim finally stepped in, slipping in front of the woman and staring down the men with murder in her eyes. "How about you back the fuck off and do your job?"
The largest man's eyes narrowed, but he did what she ordered without a word, allowing the woman to run away. Furious, Kim went back to leaning on the wall, arms crossed.
The young man returned, shielding the next unfortunate woman with his back as he walked. Kim tried to not think about what she was allowing- if she did she might just snap. Blinking, she looked down at the floor then back up a moment later to look at the prostitute.
Her jaw dropped. "She-" She cut herself off when Shego shot her a look that could've curdled milk.
The green-skinned woman then changed her facial expression in an instant, winking and smiling coyly before being led into the room.
It wasn't until the moaning started that Kim finally snapped out of her shocked trance and pulled out her Kimmunicator.
"Wade. NOW."
Fuck, Shego thought furiously. Kimmie has to be part of the ring. Why else would she constantly be around? Constantly find me? Why else would she be protecting this man?
Nothing was making sense anymore. If Kim was part of the ring, then why hadn't she let Shego seduce her? Why had she let her go? What the hell was going on?
"Pay attention," Kramer hissed, biting down on her neck. "I don't like it when my partner's head's out in space. It's almost like they don't enjoy me."
Shego wanted to snap that she didn't enjoy him, but she fought down that thought like every other since she had started this fucking-idiotic job, and instead leaned to down to capture his lips in a kiss, hands pushing and pulling at his clothing. She could feel him smile against her.
"Frisky? I don't get many of those," he whispered, pushing her hands away and effectively stopping the advance. "As much as I like the treat, I'm the one in command."
He suddenly lunged forward, grabbing her by the throat. "Got it, baby?"
Shego was about to fry his face off- all the while thinking how much she hated the term baby- when there was several agonized shouts from outside the door, followed by a couple of bangs as something- a bunch of somethings- crashed into the wall from outside.
Kramer's head shot up, a look of confusion spreading over his still very-much-not-melted face. "What the-"
The door flew open, and Kim Possible entered with a yell, kicking him upside the head and making him fly into the wall. He was knocked out instantly.
Shego, in shock, didn't move and instead looked, eyes wide, at her impromptu hero. Her throat hurt, and was quickly becoming a darker bruised color, but she didn't even notice as she gaped at Kim, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Kim, on the other hand, pretty much ignored her and instead bent down to pick Kramer up by the throat.
"You piece of shit," the redhead growled, grabbing the man by the collar and picking him up to slam him into the wall again. "You piece of fucking shit." She flung a punch, knocking the man back down. "I've been wanting to do that since I first saw you, you scum," she informed the passed-out man.
Shego watched, eyes wide, as Kim turned to finally look at her. Then the whole redhead's face turned bright red, and she coughed, looking away to let the woman collect her dignity. "You might want to… um… cover yourself."
Shego snapped out of her trance to look down at her uncovered chest. She pulled on her shirt absentmindedly, and stood, looking down at Kramer. Ignoring Kim- not purposely, of course- she suddenly bent down to tear at the man's clothes.
There was no tattoo.
"Motherfucker," Shego hissed, collapsing back onto the bed and burying her head in her hands. Another dead end that had required her loosing more of her sanity. She should have known.
"Shego?" Kim asked, taking a hesitant step forward. "Are you- did he-"
"Why the fuck are you here?" Shego asked suddenly, voice low. "Why the fuck did you save me? Why the fuck did you have to interfere? Why?" She grew more hysterical with every question until the last question ended with a scream.
Kim automatically flinched back; it ended up saving her from a very painful meeting with the outside hallway wall as Shego flew at her. Kim slid smoothly sideways to avoid the flaming fist, then ducked as an arm raced to hook her throat.
"Shego, calm down!" Kim cried, not wanting to lash out at the other woman, but she would be unable to avoid doing so if this continued for much longer. She really didn't feel the need to experience having a burning arm thrust through her stomach. It would most likely be incredibly painful.
"Shego, dammit! Stop before I hurt you!"
Shego's fighting technique was rusty and sloppy, but Kim contributed that to the woman's blind fury and exhaustion than actual lack of talent. If she was to be fair, Kim admitted internally, the black-haired woman would most likely be on par with her if she wasn't so physically and mentally worn down.
"Shego!" Kim spun, ducking under a punch, and pushed forward, hooking her arm around Shego's waist and slamming them both onto the bed. Kim pinned her in a second. The green-skinned woman let out a shriek of fury as she struggled, trying to buck the redheaded hero off.
It was at this moment that the door burst open and Will Du walked in.
If it wasn't for the fact she was currently grappling with a very, very strong woman, Kim Possible would have face-palmed. Of all back up G.J. could have sent, they had had to send Will-fucking-Du. Ugh.
"Don't worry, Kim Possible," Will announced in a flamboyantly, loud, and typically over-confident voice. "The Professional is now here."
Oh God. She wanted to hurt him so badly.
But she couldn't act on it. Shego was taking all of her concentration at the moment. And she would feel bad about it later, anyway.
"Shego, please listen to me. Please. I don't want to hurt you, I really don't. Please. Please… It's okay. It's okay. I won't hurt you. I promise." Something in the way Kim pleaded- begged, assured- made Shego freeze before she finally broke down into quiet sobs.
Will cleared his throat rather loudly. "Did you hear me, Kim Possible? I am here to save you."
"Just cuff him," Kim said quietly, pointing to Kramer as she slid off the sobbing prostitute.
"But-"
"Now, Will. Don't argue. I want him arrested for illegal prostitute, drug, and child trafficking in three different continents and a count of assault plus whatever else Wade digs up on him later."
Kim was using a tone of command that she didn't usually need.
Despite the fact that she was one of the top-most ranking officers in the G.J. besides Dr. Director and an unknown person of the special-forces, she never really commanded anyone. She personally believed that orders should be asked of the lower officers with respect- they were the ones doing the job after all. This was a completely different time and place though, and she had no patience for WIll Du.
And Will was smart enough to realize this.
"Yes, sir!" he snapped into a salute before moving off to apprehend Kramer, dragging the unconscious man out into the hallway for a squad of men who had already taken away Kramer's beaten-black-and-blue bodyguards.
He returned a minute later to find Kim crouched and watching the now silently comatose older woman who he had seen sobbing a minute ago. It had seemed Kim had known her then, but now he knew for sure by the way Kim was whispering quietly to her.
"Any other orders, sir?" he asked, standing stock still. The Kim Possible he knew was usually very laid back with orders and procedures, but something seemed to have shaken her up badly in this case.
Her head snapped up as if she hadn't realized he was there. "There's a woman outside. Bright red shirt, lime green skinny jeans, weird purple hair. She needs to be taken to G.J.'s therapy center."
"Understood. Anything else?"
"No. You're dismissed."
He saluted again and exited the room. Kim sighed and turned back to the unresponsive Shego.
"Come on, Blondie. I'll take you to my house."
Shego woke up for the third time in a month in Kim's bed, and found, surprisingly, that she didn't really care. Her throat hurt, and her body didn't want to move from it's comfy resting place, but otherwise she felt good. Another thing that she surprisingly didn't care about was the fact that her several-time savior was resting next to her with her back turned, sleeping soundly. Odd.
She stretched and yawned before stumbling up and out of the bed, somehow not waking Kim on the way out. She was thankful for that. She had a lot to think about.
She plopped down on the couch in the living room and buried her face in her hands. Kim Possible. Now she knew why the name was so familiar. The girl worked for the G.J. Thank God that Will Du- and anyone else in the G.J. normal sects- knew nothing of Shego or her name. Thank God that Betty had kept this one on the down-low.
So now there were only a few more questions. Kim Possible was obviously pretty high up in the G.J. train to be ordering around Will Du, but how high? Did she really not know anything about Shego or the mission she was on? Was she really just offering her her home for nothing? Why had she been protecting Kramer and then suddenly arrested him? Was it for her? Had Kim Possible wanted to save her from Kramer? Why? She was a prostitute for heaven's sake! A whore!
It made no sense. None at all.
"Good to see you're awake, Shego. I'm surprised your still here."
Kim's voice shocked her out of her thoughts, but instead of showing her surprise, she smirked, looking the half-naked woman up and down. "Actually trying to take me up on my offer now, Pumpkin?" she purred, voice leaving no doubt what she was referring to. "Sleeping with me? That's a big step. How was I?"
"You and I both know that I didn't sleep with you. We also know that you're not gay so stop acting like it," Kim said, crossing her arms over her scantily, sports bra clad chest and leaning on the bedroom doorway.
"So you are?" Shego countered, interest perked.
"Bi. The difference is actually quite large."
Huh. So her charge was bi. That was quite interesting. "So you think I'm attractive?"
"Whether I think you're attractive or not means nothing."
It wasn't a yes, but neither was it a no.
"What were you doing there last night, Shego?" Kim asked.
Shego rolled her eyes. "Well, obviously, I was fucking the man you put behind bars."
Kim frowned. "Not that. Why him? What was so great about him?"
"I could ask you the same question," Shego countered. "What were you doing there protecting that asshole?"
"He hired me to do it. I freelance from time to time." It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth.
"I knew you could fight, but I didn't know you were a bodyguard." Shego didn't really expect Kim to give up her identity as an agent for G.J., but she wheedled for it anyway.
"I can do anything. Anything's possible for a Possible."
"Could you kill someone?"
The question brought about absolute silence, and Shego realized almost immediately that she was venturing upon uncharted, very dangerous territory and that she needed to back off. Now.
"I'll go make us breakfast," Kim said suddenly, stalking by the couch to enter the kitchen, fists clenched. The fact that she had most deliberately avoided the question wasn't approached by Shego- who had a keen survival sense and knew that asking about such an obviously personal subject again would most likely end with her getting her ass kicked. Blind fury could change a person.
Swallowing, Shego stood and entered the kitchen, warily watching Kim for any sign of danger, but found that despite the redhead's surge of emotions, she wasn't any threat.
Shego rubbed her forehead sheepishly and sighed. "Look, Kimmie," she began, using the the closest nickname she could find. "Thank you for-… helping me. And offering your place as a home."
The tension in the other woman's shoulders didn't ease as she took out a frying pan; she didn't turn to acknowledge the green-skinned prostitute. "Your welcome. It was no big."
They ate together, Kim seemingly forgetting that any problems had ever occurred while she ate her pancakes with gusto. Shego was a little more refined- but definitely only a little. She was ravenous and hadn't had a good meal since last time she had been at Kim's house.
Shego settled down after breakfast to watch TV in a pair of Kim's PJs; she dozed off once or twice and spent the whole rest of the day sleeping.
Without actually discussing it, Kim prepared the couch for herself and the bed for Shego. And once again, without discussion, Kim let Shego slip out without stopping her at two in the morning.
This would've been a weekly update if it hadn't been for band camp.
Yep. Band camp.
If you think I'm rushing the relationship guys, please tell me. I hate it when I read great KiGo stories and then suddenly the relationship just pops out of nowhere. I think it should be eased into, not rushed.
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