Bad Girls
Disclaimer: I tried to steal KP but that plan fell through.
Chapter Seven: Surprise
-Mid Atlantic-
"Not that I'm complaining KP," Ron sipped out of his drink, "but why exactly couldn't we have taken your car?"
"One," Kim held up a finger, "even with all the work the Tweebs did on it going across the Atlantic would be a chore for my car, "and besides we're just going to have a chat with Dr. Bortel, which unless Drakken and Shego have broken out of jail and are going after his inventions again shouldn't exactly be dangerous. Bonnie and Tara on the other hand have your genetically mutated arch nemesis coming after them. And as much faith as I have in them to make him sorry he ever tried to go after any of us they need the car and what it can do a whole lot more than we do."
"Okay you might have a point," Ron gestured with his nearly empty cup, "and not that I'm complaining about having rich people we've saved flying us all over the world on their private jets. It's just that after so long taking that car of yours around the world this just feels really…"
"Weird?" Kim finished the sentence, "Admittedly it's a change of pace but think of it like getting back to basics, we fly to where we need to go and then we get to skydive down there. Just you, the wind, and your parachute; even if you're still a baby about it I'll have enough fun for both of us."
"I am not a baby about skydiving," Ron sulked, "I just happen to not like hurling myself out of a plane going several hundred miles an hour a few miles up and then trusting my not becoming organic paste on the ground to a flimsy piece of cloth."
"Come on Ron," Kim sighed, "your parachute isn't some 'flimsy piece of cloth,' we get the best ones available thanks to Wade, and there's always your backup chute which by the way you've never had to use Mr. Scardey Pants. And speaking of parachutes we're going to be over Dr. Bortel's lab in fifteen minutes, now might be a good time to get your jump suit on and your parachute."
Ron finally noticed that Kim was already in her loose olive green sky diving suit and that her parachute was leaning up against her chair ready to be put on. In stark contrast to his normal mission clothes with his jump suit still stuffed in his backpack and his parachute nowhere to be seen. Scrambling out of his seat Ron sent his still quarter full drink flying and only Kim's quick reflexes prevented the seat across from him being covered by Ron's soda. He threw his sky diving suit on like only a college aged male running short on time could hope to and then began searching frantically for his parachute. Said parachute though seemed to be evading the blonde's increasingly frantic efforts and Kim finally decided to spare him.
"Ron," she said calmly, "need help finding your parachute?"
"Yes," he wailed, "please help KP, this thing is totally hiding from me!"
"Well," Kim casually stood up, "if you'd been paying attention when we got on this plane instead of deciding which kind of sugar loaded drink you wanted to chug first you'd remember that I put our parachutes in the overhead bins."
"Oh yeah," Ron tried to muster a laugh, "well since you insist on going all health nut I see it as my duty to eat enough sugary, greasy, and tasty goodness for the both of us. Kinda like you and skydiving except I'm actually performing a valuable service."
"You keep telling yourself that," Kim said wryly, "and I suppose Tara is doing the same thing for Bonnie when you two grande size at Bueno Nacho."
"Of course," Ron smiled, "it's the sort of thing best friends do for each other. You two go all adrenaline junkies and enjoy that sort of stuff enough for two. Tara and I are gourmet connoisseurs who appreciate quality cuisine enough for all of us."
Kim just stared at her best friend as she hoisted her parachute over her shoulder, "Ron did that even make sense to you? All I got was some crazy try to explain why Tara's stomach is as much of a black hole as yours is. I'm surprised there's ever any food at either of our houses and I'm downright amazed the two of you never put on any weight."
"We can't help it if our metabolisms are just that good," Ron smirked as he started struggling with getting his own parachute on, "and there's the fact that Tara runs at the gym pretty much every day and I'm always going along with you and Bonnie on missions. I'm amazed we even weigh as much as we do with how fast we burn calories and how few you two let us get in."
"Sure," Kim said as she tightened her last parachute strap, "the double Naco you had this morning, then all the leftovers you gorged on for dinner was clearly barely enough to keep the Stoppable machine running."
"Yeah," Ron kept getting more and more tangled in his parachute, "a finely honed Monkey Kung Fu master like myself requires a constant supply of high quality Tex-Mex to keep running at full speed."
"Whatever," Kim laughed, "now get over here so I can help you get out of that tangled mess and get your parachute on right before we have to jump."
It was a close thing but with Kim's help Ron managed to stumble out of the plain with an entirely un-manly scream issuing forth from his lips as they began their skydive towards Dr. Bortel's lab. Kim shook her head in good natured amusement at his panic and angled herself to fall a bit faster so Ron's very loud and high pitched screams were carried away by the wind before they got to her.
-Dr. Bortel's Laboratory-
Kim smoothly slid off her parachute and shed her jump suit, Ron untangled himself from his parachute and more stumbled his way out of his jump suit than anything else. But shortly after landing on the small island where Dr. Bortel had moved his lab complex to they were both walking along the path away from the beach in their mission clothes. The small island off the western coast of Europe had been a volcano at some point in its history but several hundred million years of the weather and ocean taking their toll had reduced a once mighty spire of rock to a gentle rise in the middle of the island. On top of that rise was a fenced off area that was brightly lit and obviously the only sign of habitation on the entire island. It couldn't have been more than a mile, a mile and a half at most from the beach to the gate that led into the lab complex but the terrain was composed almost entirely of volcanic rocks. And once they were off the admittedly beautiful black sand beach the path disappeared and they were stuck picking their way through razor sharp rocks that varied in size from their fist to a small car.
Even helping each other along on the way and as connected as they were it took Kim and Ron the better part of an hour and a half to cross the ground and at last find themselves in front of a very tall fence and an almost ridiculously strong gate for how rough the terrain any approaching thieves would have to cross was.
"Gee," Kim panted, "think the last few break-ins made the good doctor a little paranoid? I mean it's not like anyone could ever have anything resembling an easy time getting here even if they were invited."
"We couldn't have just parachuted straight in why?" Ron gasped out after downing a good part of his water bottle.
"Security system," Kim took her own water out, "anything coming in from the air gets taken out by self targeting auto firing lasers unless Dr. Bortel turns them off. And given our history of following Drakken and Shego into his lab he understandably didn't want to chance it."
"Those two are still in jail right?" Ron wiped the sweat from his brow, "I mean Shego's not going to come bursting through the roof in the middle of all this?"
"Only recent breakout is the reason we're here," Kim walked up to the gate, "now let's get this over with. I want to get home and get some sleep before I get started on that paper I have due Monday."
Kim walked up to the gate and pushed the call button on the small panel to the side of it. A few seconds later a small camera activated and looked the two over before fixing on Kim.
"Who are you?" Dr. Bortel's face appeared in a small screen, "And how did you get here? I'm warning you if you're spies my security is impenetrable."
"It's Kim Possible," Kim answered, "you asked for me to come here and take a look at your lab to see if I could figure why my friend's clone broke in. Which by the way proves your security is not as airtight as you'd like to think."
Dr. Bortel's visage scrutinized the two for several long seconds before the screen turned off and the gate slowly opened. Kim and Ron slipped through and started walking towards the buildings where Dr. Bortel's lab was located. Fortunately once they were within the security perimeter there was a smooth dirt path from the gate to the lab itself so the remaining half mile went considerably faster than the first part of their journey.
Kim and Ron walked up to the largest building and Ron tested the door, finding it unlocked he held it open for Kim and the two walked inside the lab.
"Dr. Bortel," Kim called out as they walked down a long hallway, "are you in here?"
"In the lab!" Came the response, "I am working right now if you will excuse me."
Kim and Ron walked down the hall and through a decently large door into the clutter of Dr. Bortel's lab. No longer the cluttered appearance of having been recently burglarized, everyone knew who was responsible so there was no need to preserve the scene for that type of investigation. Rather it was the clutter of a normal disorganized scientist's workings, Kim had sometimes seen the garage get like this when her dad or the Tweebs were tinkering with something and were so consumed with it that if she or her mom didn't make them eat they would forget to. Not that she was sure how or if Dr. Bortel remembered to eat but as she and Ron walked up to him Dr. Bortel appeared to still be well if a few years older since she'd last seen him.
"Excuse us, Dr. Bortel," Kim walked up beside where Dr. Bortel was sitting on a stool working, "Ron and I will try to stay out of your way as much as possible but if you don't mind can I ask you a few questions first?"
Dr. Bortel kept working for nearly half a minute before sitting upright and peeling off his goggles, "if you must. But please be brief about it as I must concentrate on my work?"
"Of course," Kim went into her questioning mode, "did Bonnie's clone leave anything behind, anything at all?"
"No," Dr. Bortel sighed, "she left nothing and took almost everything. The Moodulator I made after the last fiasco with them, both of my Attitudinator prototypes, the Electron Magneto Accelerator, and all the Mind Control Chips I had constructed over several years."
"So you have no idea what she wants all that for?" Kim asked, "No particular set of evil plans would fit with those devices?"
Dr. Bortel actually sat and though for several minutes before answering, "I spoke to your tech person and you've figured out the general direction she would likely take but the problem is that the sheer number of things she could do with what she stole from me means all we can do is wait for her to strike and then try to stop her after that."
"Yeah," Kim grumbled, "well Ron and I will go take another look at your storage facility if you don't mind, maybe we'll find something that can point us in the right direction."
-College-
"Man," Ron groaned, "I can't believe we didn't find one single little clue. That Clone Bonnie is one serious thief, like Shego serious."
"I would have liked to find one thing at least," Kim's shoulders slouched as she walked up the street towards Bonnie and Tara's house, "it would have let me feel like this wasn't a total waste of time."
"Tell me about it," Ron kicked at a pebble, "my hands and feet are killing me after walking through all that sharp rock, and I'm gonna have to get a new belt."
As if talking about a lack of a belt made its effects apparent Ron's pants took an abrupt trip downwards and Kim could only laugh, "Okay that right there made tonight not a complete waste of time. But I'm still dropping by Bonnie and Tara's long enough to tell them we're fine and we didn't find anything, you can stay long enough but I want to get back and take a super long shower."
"I'm going to be pounding on the door trying to get you out faster KP," Ron rubbed at his shoulder, "as much as I want to chill with Bonnie and Tara, maybe watch a few movies. The siren call of my bed is much louder and since it's Friday night, well really early Saturday if you wanna get technical, I'm sleeping way late tomorrow."
"So not fair," Kim grumbled, "I have to go to the library tomorrow to research for a paper. Wanna come along and help me like the great fantastic best friend I know you are?"
"No way KP," Ron shook his head, "if we didn't have that mission I'd say yes for a double Chimmerito combo at Bueno Nacho afterwards. But no way, I'm not getting up at that early for anything."
"Not for anything?" Kim's voice made Ron gulp as he turned to look at her."
"Ah!" He screamed, "Not the Puppy Dog Pout…. Oh alright I'll help you."
"Thanks," Kim quickly hugged him, "now let's hurry up. Wade said that no news from Bonnie and Tara would be good news so I want to get there and get going. If we hadn't promised to drop by after we got back I'd just have called them and told them good night."
They walked up the street for several more minutes in companiable silence, the street lamps combined with the half moon to give them plenty of light as they went and soon enough they turned onto the street where Bonnie and Tara lived.
"Kim," Ron said as they neared the house, "did Bonnie and Tara say they were going anywhere?"
"No," Kim replied, "they're waiting here in case Gill tries anything."
"Okay," Ron stopped walking, "I thought so. So then why is your car not here?"
"What?" Kim stopped next to him, "Hey you're right it's gone missing, maybe they moved it around back?"
"Kim the only thing back there is their back yard and more houses." Ron pointed out.
"Yeah," Kim was already hitting buttons on her Kimmunicator, "Wade do you know if Bonnie and Tara are at home?"
"Huh," Wade had a curious look on his face, "is something wrong?"
"Well we're at Bonnie and Tara's house," Kim turned the screen so Wade could see, "but my car is gone and now that I think about it all their lights are off, did they decide to head to Ron and my house to wait for us there?"
"They didn't call me about anything, let me check." Wade turned to another monitor and started typing away, "Okay this is weird, I can't find them anywhere and what's really weird is that about ninety minutes ago the Sloth's tracking chip went off line. The last place I had it though was in their driveway."
"It's not here now dude," Ron spoke up, "and they could have made some serious distance in an hour and a half if they wanted to."
"Alright, we're going to go inside and try to find out what happened to them." Kim started walking towards the front door, "Wade keep looking for Bonnie and Tara, if we don't call again in ten minutes call GJ and have them seal the area off and look for us."
Kim and Ron silently opened the front door, now fully awake they crept into the house looking for anything out of place.
"Go check out the kitchen and dining room," Kim whispered, "I'll check out their bedrooms. Shout if you see anything."
Ron nodded and silently walked into the kitchen, nothing seemed to be out of place. Washed dishes were drying in the sink, a note in Tara's hand writing reminding Bonnie to pick up orange juice at the store was taped to the refrigerator, but for its occupants the kitchen was like it was every time Ron was over.
Suddenly Ron caught a hint of movement out of the corner of his eye, he started spinning to face the person but his assailant was faster. Ron was stunned by an open handed blow to the back of his neck then he felt a pair of lips pressed against his. Returning to his sense he pushed the person away and finally got a good look at the other person.
"You!" He shouted at Clone Bonnie, "what are you doing here, what did you do with Bonnie and Tara?"
"Oh nothing much," her smile was downright sultry, "just got them out of the way for awhile, what I want to do with you is much more interesting."
"Ew," Ron shuddered, "the only thing I want to do with you involves a jail cell and me throwing you in it. Now why don't you give up and tell me where Bonnie and Tara are."
"Oh you like it rough," Clone Bonnie growled throatily, "well I'm sorry Ronnie but I need to take care of a few things first. Once I've taken over the world though I'll have all the time I want to make you realize that you don't care about that other me and then we'll have the rest of our lives together."
"Never ever call me 'Ronnie' again," Ron scowled before a smile replaced it, "and my answer to your little proposal is right behind you."
Clone Bonnie turned around curiously only to see Kim pull her fist back before her punch sent the brunette sprawling on the floor.
"You'll pay for that Possible," Clone Bonnie got to her feet, "I never had much against you or Tara and I was going to let you stay together serving me but now I hope you said your goodbyes because I'll make sure you don't survive my conquering the world."
Before Kim or Ron could do anything she flipped back to the rear door and disappeared into the darkness of Bonnie and Tara's back yard.
"That was seriously weird," Kim walked over to Ron, "you doing alright?"
"Yeah," Ron said, "she didn't hit too hard, it was totally gross having her kiss me though. So what do you think we should do next?"
"I'm not sure," Kim twirled a stray lock of hair, "with Bonnie and Tara missing we're farther back than square one and I think that unless Wade unearths anything we're stuck reacting to her for awhile."
Out in the backyard a smile slowly grew on Clone Bonnie's face, Kim and her Ron hadn't seen her stop just out of the light and now she was going to be able to witness the start of the next phase of her plan, breaking up Team Possible. Gleefully she removed a small green control panel from her pocket and after dialing the settings just right hit a single button.
Back in the kitchen Ron's look of concern suddenly shifted to one of anger and he turned to Kim, "Well I'm not surprised you don't have a good plan. Every other plan you've come up with so far has totally sucked and just gotten us into an even deeper hole. In fact this whole mess is your fault, just stay out of my way from now on and I'll find a way to fix this."
Kim could only stare slack jawed as her best friend stormed out of Bonnie and Tara's house, tears starting to gather in her eyes.
AN: Bad news I spilled orange juice on my laptop, good news me and a hairdryer showed that orange juice who's boss. And now you start to see why I called Kim and Ron the main characters of this story, they've got their work cut out for them and it's going to take everything the original Team Possible has to save the day this time. And if you didn't figure it out this chapter you'll find out next chapter what made Ron go all angryful. Ciao till then.
