Disclaimer: I do not own the characters to Kim Possible. They are owned by Disney. I own the others.

Dr. Drakken was surely in a position to commit a bank robbery. Of all the places he could have gone to raid it had to be a bank. On second thought, taking over the world he would need a lot of money. Inside Middletown's First National Bank the blue skinned doctor had already done the deed, making off with one million dollars. Gathered around the safe melted vault were detectives and police, but none of them could draw up a conclusion like Kim Possible. Examining the scene carefully the locking mechanism was completely melted away. The detectives could not understand it as the lock was made of reinforced titanium. Kim was already one step ahead of them. It was a special acid. But fortunately one of the wads of money taken there was a tracking device. "Wade, can you track him?" Kim called into the Kimunicator. "Yep, give me a second." typing on the keyboard he drew a clear path to where Drakken was hiding. "You'll have to run, it's not far though. I've triangulated his position using the tracking device. It looks like an abandoned house in the slum portion of town".

"Gotcha, Wade, thanks."

Huffing it on foot the two went into the dark area of town, across the rail road tracks where gangs roved free and preyed on the weak, but the two could fend for themselves. Which house though? As they ran Kim looked into her Kimunicator that drew a steady pulse. The closer they came the faster the pulse. Then they happened to come across a sign, printed in red, "Drakken's lair".

"Thank you, Dr. Obvious" muttered Kim.

Stopping to conceal themselves behind a fence that was overgrown with weeds Ron immediately said, "Looks quiet".

Kim pulled out her pair thermo binoculars and had a look for herself. "Not as quiet as it seems. I count five at the door" she said then handed the glasses over to her friend to have a look for himself while she talked to Wade one more time, "I need a blue print to this house, can you pull that up?"

"Sure thing, just give me a second" a few strokes on the keyboard and up came the blue prints. "Judging by this there is an elevator that leads to a large basement."

"That's Drakken's lair" she said, "Ok, I got it, let's go"

"Right behind you, KP"

Running a short distance towards the front door Kim pressed her body against the wall next to it and looked at the door, or actually its lock. No doubt that it would be drummed up tighter than Fort Knox. "I'll need a distraction so I can pick this lock" she said.

"Gotcha, KP" he smiled. "But how? This place is locked up tighter than a drum."

"Find a window and throw something into it. While you do that I'll work to pry this lock. Make the biggest distraction you can." She pulled out her tool kit as Ron began to walk around towards the back of the house when Kim whispered to him, "Oh, hey, Ron, hang on to this" she said while handing over the small velvet box, "I might lose it. Now go, I need a distraction."

"On the way," he was carried as fast as his legs could go around the corner of the building. Immediately in front of him was a pile of empty crates that, when stacked, could lift him up to a window that he spied on the second level.

"This is too easy" he said as began to take crate after crate piling them up. When he reached the level he took a peek inside, there were no guards. "Too easy". He looked around for something to smash the window with and he began to lose his balance. These rotted boxes were full of holes, they would not be able to hold much longer, thus he decided to climb down. Decending a few steps he found a rusted iron bolt, a perfect throwing tool to break glass and alert the guards. "Huh, you know, I wonder if there's an easier way to distract them," he wondered. "Ah well" he arced his arm back and heaved the piece. It smashed the grimed caked window panes creating a cascade of razor sharp glass that fell to the floor immediately gaining everyone's attention.

"Wow, Ron. That's a big distraction," Kim complimented as she paused in her labors.

It's certainly sounded louder, but the Ron was not done. He could hear the guards on the inside, "Boo-yah" he said, but perhaps another tool would compel the guards to come towards him leaving the path clear for Kim to Drakken's lair. He began to search frantically for something heavy to bash in another window, and found another bolt. "Ah ha!" All he needed now was another window. The previous one was too predictable. If he could crash another one it would confuse them as to where the intruder is. His eyes looked up; a skylight. "Perfect!" He pulled back his throwing arm to give it a good toss.

"Aim higher," a voice came out from behind.

What? A quick glance over the shoulder and his eyes widened. There was a man, tall and dark, standing there. "Eep!" Rufus buried himself into his owner's pant pocket and shivered. "Mr. Montry!" he gasped. His whole body shivered. The temperature around him dropped to near freezing. His breath was clearly visible as he panted for air. The man's skin was pale white, clammy, and drenched in water. Worse, it was sagging, hanging from the bone. His uniform had gone from a solid olive drab to a more charred black. His boots were frayed and scuffed and a boonie hat on his head had its brim falling over his eyes. "You...you...can't be here. You're dead," his heart began to seize up. The soldier placed his hand on the boy's shoulder and felt the icy chill of death course through his body. "AIEE!"

On the other side of the building Kim was just about through the lock. There was no telling just how successful Ron's distraction was but she could hear heavy footsteps on the inside. "Come on, Ron" she cursed under her breath. She had gone through five hair picks trying to compromise the lock, but it was something different, it was solid and unmoving.

"You can't be here. You're dead" said Ron, "Everyone says so"

"Son, I may be dead but my mission is not over," Robert said calmly.

"Wait, I'm not ready to die! I want to live!" he squealed, "I have so much to live for."

"You do, I'm not here to kill you. That ring that Kim gave you, read it" he pointed to the bulging pocket on Ron's cargo pants.

"This is not the time to be reading"

"Read it" he sternly insisted.

Ron reached into his pocket and pulled out the velvet box and opened it. The diamond was highly polished and the gold was pure. "Read the inscription" Robert nodded.

He did and the boy's jaw dropped.

"You can't be serious. This is so unreal".

"Tell her how you feel"

"I can't do that" he countered, "I'll be in weirdville central"

"If you don't do it now, you never will"

"I can't. I just can't"

"Son," Robert said, "You know what scared me the most?"

"What's that?"

"I could never sum up the courage to tell my girlfriend how much I truly loved her. I could never ask her to marry me. I saved up all of my money from my tour to buy this ring, but I didn't make it back to that plane trip back home. I came back in a coffin and my ring, along with all my possessions went to my folks. They boxed it all up and forgot about it. They couldn't bear losing their only son."

"That's tragic" said Ron, "But what about KP? We've been friends since we played in the sandbox."

"That's just it, son, I've seen the way you look at her and the way she looks at you. You two are meant for each other. If you don't do it now, you never will. You know what courage is? It's not standing up to a hail of bullets and asking to be hit. Courage is being oblivious to anything that stands in your way to your objective. You have it, you just don't' know it."

There was a warm sensation that grew in his heart. If it was true then the seeds of bravery had been planted, "Thanks, Mr. Montry" Ron said, "You think I'm ready?"

"As ready as you'll ever be"

There came footsteps. Ron's head turned and there were the guards watching him. "Who the hell you talking to?" He was still clutching the ring case in a awkward position. Chuckling nervously he said, "I…um…just practicing my proposal." The guards did not buy the gag and unsheathed their machetes.

"Uh, now, KP!" he shouted.

Hearing him Kim shoved in the door and Kim came charging in like the cavalry. Guards immediately back tracked, calling out, "Stop her!" But the slick teenager made a fast getaway before any of them could mount a proper defense. Left all alone, Ron said to himself, "I better catch up" closing the ring case and pocketing it. But how was he going to catch up to the much more agile Kim Possible he wondered. The guards led the way and once inside the building Ron pealed himself away to find a way down below. Rufus pointed out a opening in the floor. Looking down it was an abandoned elevator shaft. "I wonder how he could over look this." Shrugging his shoulders Ron put on his protective gloves and slid down a thick wire cable that took him down all the way down to the basement. When he landed he was in a dank environment with little light. Sounds were echoing around the corridors, it was a fight. He walked towards it and felt something warm envelope his body. "Alright, Ron Stoppable, time to be the hero" he said to himself as Rufus peeked his head out from the pocket just as Ron went around a corner and came face to face with Dr. Drakken.

"Mr. Plausible?" the blue skinned doctor asked.

"It's Stoppable!" Ron yelled. How many times had this goof ball called him every other name except his given name? This was it and he let his frustrations out with a hay maker to the face. "Boo-yah!" He cry was heard by Kim, "Ron?" but as the words left her lips Shego delivered a roundhouse kick to her face. Drakken scrambled to his feet, his face sore. "That hurt, you twit!"

"Then try this!" Ron said giving the thief a right hook that had enough force to knock out a molar.

"Ah! Ah! What gives? You've never treated me like this before," the man began to weep.

"I've had it with your lame brain antics" Ron grabbed the doctor by his collar and pulled his face towards his. Ron's voice was changing, "You've been nothing but a pain my butt for years. You've never changes, Drew. If you won't change your ways I'll do it for you." Drakken's eyes opened to their widest extent as he looked at Stoppable's face. It was beginning to change. The dimples were gone, the blonde hair changed to dark brown.

"Oh, God! I want my mommy!"

Kim heard the cries, but had her hands full with Shego. The money that had taken was piled up in a corner of the basement, all in bundles of all denominations and then there was an odd amount of loose money, ones and fives, that they swiped from registers. Kim could see the money, but she was concerned about Shego and her fiery hands of bright green energy. "How long have we been going at this, Shego?" Kim asked as she dodged the incoming fists of her opponent.

"Too long," the raven haired, checkered green and black clothed, fighter smiled, "But I enjoy it."

"Either way, eventually it will end," Kim said as she side stepped a right cross, grasped the wrist and flipped Shego forward making her land on her back on the cold slab of concrete. In the distance she could hear blows being dealt to flesh and bone, "Ow! Ow! Stop it! I give up!"

"Ron?" Kim called out, her voice echoing in the confines. It went unanswered. Shego struggled to her feet and the red head delivered a right hook to her jaw, knocking her down again. This allowed the heroine to slip away to find her friend. "Ron? Ron?" There were thick columns of concrete arrayed in square sections on the floor creating long, straight lines with wide gaps in between. Old crates, barrels, abandoned furniture, clothing, and mess were scattered about obstructing her view. "Ron? Ron?" she kept calling out, but still had no response.

"The money is lost, Ron, but at least we made it out of there," Kim sighed as they surveyed the scene. "No doubt that Drakken and Shego made it out of there, but at least…we won."

"Yeah, KP, we won" his voice was low, face pale, eyes just open showing no emotion. Standing together, looking at the ruins, there was a pause in a still, cold, night. Ron looked up at the twinkling starlight and a full moon was hovering above the buildings illuminating the landscape. It would be awhile before the police arrive and Kim wanted to leave, but before they could Ron pulled out from his pocket the ring case. Holding the light piece of jewelry in its bright red velvet case in his hand he remembered what Robert said to him. Kim was right there next to him, the words came to his lips, but when he opened his mouth nothing came out. He then felt a nudge in his side and he finally said it, "KP, take a look at this."

"What is it, Ron?"

Opening the case the gold band somehow shined in the pale moonlight. "Here, read it."

Taking the halo in her palm Kim brought it up close to read the inscription, "To Anne. With all my love."

"Mom?" Kim whispered.

"I think so," Ron said as she handed it back, "I think you should talk to her, KP. We need to know what this all means."

Reluctantly Kim nodded in agreement, "Okay, I will. Come on, let's get out of here."

Departing from the scene, they left their enemies down below, in a cavity of the basement after the roof collapsed. "Doctor D?" Shego called out. There was dead silence. She picked through the wreckage and heard some whimpering, "Doctor D?" She found the man in the fetle position, sucking his thumb. "What happened?"

"It's Peanut Jelly Time!" he began to chant, his blue face now gone showing bleach white skin. It looked as though he saw a ghost.