Guy hated to admit it but he was having the time of his life. Sure, it was a little bit annoying having to do everything the 'right' way. But he was doing it with his Dad and that was kind of fun. And his Dad was far less grumpy about everything now that he was getting the attention he felt he deserved.

Still, there were downsides. Like trying to find somewhere to stop for a donut break where they weren't going to get accosted by some excitable kids who wanted an autograph. Luckily the cop car was slightly less noticeable than the Shehicle, except to those fans who had been smart enough to take note of its plates.

It was lunchtime and they'd managed to find a spot down near the foreshore where there weren't too many people. A box of donuts lay open on their vehicle's roof and Boxter had a coffee. He seemed to thrive on the stuff. Guy still wasn't game to try any, especially as SheZow.

"So, you know when I'm going to get back my Shehicle?" Guy asked.

Boxter was staring out to sea. "Sorry, what?"

"My Shehicle. You know, pink supercar, does zero to sixty in well under four seconds, unlike this…" Guy kicked the police vehicle's front tyre. It let out a chirp as the whole front of the vehicle skittered about an inch across the road surface.

"Hey, careful!" Boxter took his weight off the bonnet and steadied the box of donuts with one hand.

"Whoops," Guy winced. "Super strength…"

Boxter gave him a half-hearted glare. "Actually, that was sort of something I wanted to talk to you about."

"The Shehicle?"

"Um," Boxter fiddled with his coffee cup. "Yeah. Getting it back, sort of. I was talking to Detective Johansson…"

"That's what that was about." So he was doing things right!

"Yeah. Sort of. I mean, you're doing a pretty good job as a cop. And she was thinking that maybe she could give you back your vehicle, but because you're doing such a good job as a cop…" He was fumbling with the coffee cup, as well as his words. Seriously, was it still that hard for him to compliment SheZow? Guy thought they'd worked that all out.

"She was thinking," his father continued, "that you could possibly stay on as a cop…"

"What?" Guy baulked for a moment. Stay on as a cop? Well, he was having fun. Would that even work with the SheZow thing? "I mean, you'd probably have to give me a pink uniform…"

"Huh?"

"My powers won't work without pink. But I wouldn't mind if I had to wear pants."

Boxter was frowning at him.

"Are you serious? Because that would be sherrific. I mean, I couldn't do it full time. But it's better than us always working against each other, isn't it? And this means I'd get my car back, right?"

"I suppose so. You'd have to talk to Johansson about that. I'm sure she'd be more than happy to negotiate terms. She loves to negotiate terms," Boxter sneered. "But there is one thing she was pretty specific about."

"What's that?"

"We can't make you a cop as SheZow," he said. "We need to know your real identify."

Guy stared at his father. He wanted to know his identity? A million thoughts flooded his mind; none of them good. Did his father even want his son to be a superhero? What might he misconstrue about him running around saving Megadale as a girl? He didn't know what he was asking for. "I'm not…" he began, tugging at the bottom of his skirt. "Why would she need to know that?"

"I don't know, red tape?" Boxter shrugged. Guy risked looking up at him, but Boxter wasn't paying attention to him at all. He was staring out at sea again. "We've got rules we're supposed to follow. If you want to become a cop you need to follow them too."

"Is this some trick?"

"No!"

Guy wasn't so sure. His father had answered a little too quickly for his liking. But his father wouldn't trick him. He wouldn't trick SheZow either. He was a cop. One of the good guys.

"I'm not, I'm just… I'm just doing my job, alright?"

"I'll think about it," Guy said tentatively. It would be cool. Surely not having to avoid the cops constantly would be a good thing? It was the actually telling that was freaking him out.

"Yeah, make sure you think about it," Boxter said. He turned from his contemplation of the ocean and pegged his empty coffee cup at a nearby trash can. It bounced off the rim and sailed onto the grass. Boxter made no attempt to pick it up, though surely he considered littering a culpable offence. "Once you do you can't go back, huh?"

Guy frowned.

"Come on. Lunch time's over," Boxter retrieved the donuts and climbed into the driver's side of the car without another word.

What a weird thing to say. Wasn't he trying to convince him to reveal his identity and work with the cops? Guy let out a sigh. He needed to think about it. And Kelly and Sheila would definitely have something to say about it. Sheila had probably been listening in on the whole thing.


It was lunch time and Droosha was thinking about getting something ready for herself and Kelly, when she noticed a rather forlorn looking Maz wandering past their house. He'd been doing that for the last couple of days. He and Guy must have still been fighting. Seriously, she'd have to have a talk to Guy. Maz practically lived at their house; sometimes she wondered if he even had his own home.

"Maz!" Droosha came out into the front garden and stopped him. "Sweetie, what are you doing out here all by yourself? Guy's not with you?"

Maz smiled at her faintly. "Hi, Mrs H." He at least seemed happy for the attention. "No, he's, ah…"

"You two still fighting?"

"Um, not exactly. He's… hanging out with someone else at the moment."

"Oh, he is, is he?" Droosha hoped it wasn't anyone dodgy. Maz was such a sweetie; at least the only worry she had when her son hung out with him was that they might cause a minor traffic accident with those blasted skateboards. She'd definitely be talking to Guy when he got home. But, for now, she'd at least make sure this poor boy wasn't going to have another boring afternoon all alone.

"Hey, I was about to make lunch. Would you like to come in and have some? Kelly's here. I'm sure she wouldn't mind hanging out with you for a little bit."

Maz's face immediately brightened. "Really?" Hard for a twelve year old boy to resist food.

"Of course, there's plenty."

Inside, they sat down to lunch. At least one of her children was behaving themselves. Kelly didn't seem to mind entertaining Maz and they both ended up talking in whispers to each other across the other side of the table.

Droosha couldn't quite figure out whether there was something going on between them, or they were just discussing kids' stuff. They didn't seem to want her to hear whatever it was, so she went back into the kitchen. Which was when she heard the knock at the door.

Droosha stuck her head back in the dining room. Maz was currently making a funny face full of food and Kelly was trying to ignore him. Looked like it'd be up to her to get the door. "Coming!"

She opened it to find a funny blue man staring up at her. He was vaguely familiar, but for a moment Droosha couldn't put her finger on where she'd seen him before. "Yes? Can I help you?"

"Is this the Hamdon residence?" the man asked, in an irritatingly nasally voice.

"Yes…"

"Oh good! Because I saw your husband with SheZow on YouTube and…"

Wonderful. Now she was going to get fan boys coming to her door? Droosha hadn't really thought that the little bit of fame Boxter had fell into would do anything more than put a bit of a spring in her husband's step. "Sorry, no autographs," she said abruptly, and slammed the door in the funny little man's face.

That'd show him. Droosha started heading back to the kitchen when something hit the front door with a hollow thump. That little… She stepped back into the hallway. The front door was frozen solid. Icicles glittered on its surface and the surrounding panelling. "What in the name of…"

Then Droosha remembered who the man was. She'd seen him just days ago. When Boxter had shown her that YouTube video and she'd half pretended to watch it because he was bouncing around like a kid and he wouldn't stop unless she did. The one with the notorious villain, Coldfinger.

And then the front door shattered into a million tiny shards as Coldfinger planted a boot clean through and burst into the hallway. "Oh, I'm not after an autograph!" he cackled. "I'm after something much more important!"

Something important was immediately on Droosha's mind too. She ignored the villain standing in her front hall and dashed back into the dining room.

Kelly and Maz were both on their feet already.

"Mom," said Kelly. "What was that?"

"Out the back door. Both of you. Now!" Droosha grabbed the two kids by the shoulder and spun them towards the back of the house, giving them a good shove to get them moving.

Around them the temperature had dropped. The crackle and pop of growing ice surrounding them, and the nasally cackle of Coldfinger boomed its way through the house from the front hallway.

Kelly made it to the back door first; she reached out a hand to the door handle, then drew it back with a yelp. It was frozen solid. The windows were covered in a network of ice crystals too.

"Hang on, I've got it," said Maz. He ran, shoulder first, into the glass door and bounced back and crashed to the floor. "Ow!" Kelly helped him back to her feet.

"You're not going to get away that easily!" Coldfinger moved in behind them. "I've blocked all the exits. There's no escape!"

Droosha put herself in front of the two kids and picked up a vase. "What do you want?"

"Mom!" Kelly protested. She tried to push her way up next to her but Droosha shoved her back.

"Whatever 'important' thing you've come for, take it. But you leave my family alone!"

"You're cute," said Coldfinger.

Droosha raised the vase a little higher, but she really wasn't sure what she was going to do with it.

"Surely you can guess what I want? It isn't any stinking thing your loser family has in this house!"

"No…" But Droosha was starting to fear that she did.

"See I don't know if you're aware, but a couple days ago stupid SheCow and your nincompoop husband ruined my little game."

"Yeah, it was all over YouTube," said Maz, wincing. "Brutal…"

"Shut up!" Coldfinger snapped. "So I said to myself: 'Coldfinger, what are you gonna do to stop those morons spoiling your fun all over again? And then, lo and behold, I see you and your husband outside your stupid little house. Well, I can't do anything to SheZow and Officer Hamdon. But after the way that idiot was doting over you I can't imagine he'd be too keen to stop me if I've got myself a little insurance!"

"You want insurance?" said Droosha, fighting to keep her voice steady. "Fine. So take me. Believe me, that's more than enough to stop my husband in his tracks. But leave the kids out of this…"

"Mom!" Kelly again protested.

"Oh no," Coldfinger snickered. "Because she," he pointed at Kelly. "Is SheZow's little fan club president. Now SheZow probably doesn't have the highest opinion of her fans, but who knows, I could be wrong. You might be enough to stop SheZow coming after me as well. And you," he pointed at Maz. "You must be the son. Well, you're here, aren't you? So it'd be rude if I left you out of all the fun, wouldn't it?"

Maz's jaw dropped. "What, me? I'm not a part of this family!"

"Really?" snapped Kelly. "Now you have a problem hanging out with us? You're here often enough!"

"Your Mom invited me!"

"Shut up! I don't care, you're all coming with me!" said Coldfinger.

Droosha threw the vase and hit Coldfinger square in the nose. "Run, kids!"

"Ow!" Coldfinger shrieked and crashed to the floor.

Droosha shooed the kids back into the hall. There must be some window open, something Coldfinger had missed. Maybe she could get to the phone. It was still on the kitchen bench. "Into the kitchen!" she ordered.

There it was. Droosha snatched it up.

"Mom. Call SheZow, she's…"

But Droosha was already dialling 911. The phone rang once.

And then Coldfinger stomped into the kitchen. "Urgh! Why do mothers always have to be so much trouble?"

Droosha only had time to grab Kelly and Maz and drag them close to her.

Coldfinger raised his hands and a swirl of snow and ice surrounded them. "Don't worry, Hamdons," he cackled. "This won't be permanent. Not yet, anyway."

Coldfinger flung the icy blast at them and the whole world turned to stone.


A/n: I hope you guys are having as much fun reading this as I am writing it. My biggest concern was making sure Coldfinger was threatening and competent enough. Because as much as I love SheZow sometimes the villains are a little silly. But he seems to take to kidnapping quite well.