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Chapter Nine

Stealing a thief

Morning did not come soon enough for Kim. She was out looking for her beloved cat when the sun was a mere sliver in the sky. The redhead had pulled on her coat and rushed out the door, she couldn't remember if she had locked it or not. That wasn't her top priority concern anyway.

Monique had joined in the search four hours after Kim had started, the African-American woman was not an early riser.

While Kim was staying close by, believing that Shego was trying to find her way back, Monique was searching farther out. The two were not having much luck, but Kim was refusing to lose hope. She was running around the icy rooftops to get a better look at things.

Shego, unknowing of Kim searching around for her, although she could have easily guessed that she was, curled up tighter in the nest of newspaper she had made in an attempt to fight off the cold. "Newspaper… that was the DUMBEST idea I have ever come up with!" she cursed herself, shivering. It had occurred to her to use her plasma powers, but one side-effect of being of being turned into a feline was that it REALLY hurt to use her powers. She had badly burnt her paws from it too. Singed fur and everything. It seemed fuming angrily at herself wasn't working either, why hadn't she just stayed with Kim? "Because it's bad for both of us, and I'd have to leave sooner or later…" she answered her own question ruefully.

"Shego? Here kitty." a familiar voice called out.

Instead of going to meet Kimmie's friend, she mewled loudly to avoid walking.

Monique came around the corner into the alleyway, "Shego? That you, girl?"

Another meow, the green thief felt pathetic to do this, but there was no way she was walking in the freezing snow.

The African-American girl found her easily enough, hiding from the wind by settling in between a pair of trash cans. Pretty smart for a house cat, although Shego had proved her intelligence time and time again. She picked up the shivering bundle and moved to put her into jacket when she noticed the burns. "Whoa! Who did this to you, girl? What happened?" she watched the green tinted feline look away. "Let's get you to a vet, then Kim," she decided, walking down the street.

A pair of red-clad men were standing in the next alley over, their orders were not to be spotted, but confrontation seemed unavoidable now. They waited until fashionista the middle of the alleyway's entrance, then, like a well-oil machine, one jumped in front to nab Shego, the other had grabbed Monique's shoulder's to spook her and loosen her grip. This happened at relatively the same time, the fellow behind being a hair faster, which ended up being a good thing. Once their objective was in their possession, the guy behind pushed Monique down. She landed head first into the white powdery snow, not the softest landing. As she watched them hop into a hovercraft, she could only wonder if she should be calling Kim right about now. She reached into her pocket, but her phone was missing. Okay, she'd call Kim once she pulled her phone out of the snow.

Drakken stood in his lair, tapping his foot impatiently. Where were his goons? He'dsent them out long enough ago, they should be back. He really had a patience problem, which was why last week he had used a fly-on-the-wall cam that he had 'borrowed' from Gemini. He had found things from Kim Possible in a week that seemed rather un-useful, but when he saw Shego 'escape' as he thought it was, he assumed she knew something truly good. It did occur to him to stick around with the mini camera first. It seemed that Kim really cared about her cat. That was when Drakken hatched a deviously new plan, or at least a variation of his old one.

The two bozos finally clamored in, causing Drakken to spin around. Seeing Shego after so long was rather relaxing. He'd been on edge ever since she'd left, Commodore Puddles had helped with that, though. "Why isn't she moving?" the blue scientist demanded to know, seeing Shego wasn't still fighting the two men. Both were covered in scratches that didn't seemed pretty. You'd think they'd been handling a wildcat instead of a domestic feline. Not that Shego was all that domestic...

The taller of them spoke up, "Sir, we had to knock her out, she was getting way out of hand, so we gave her an animal tranquilizer," after seeing Drakken's disapproving face, he added, "she's perfectly fine!"

Drakken decided to use the moment to his advantage, walking over to his over-sized super computer, he placed a hit on Kim's site.

Kim, meanwhile, was close to getting frostbite. She had been leaping across rooftops for almost six hours now. She stopped when her Kimmunitcator went off. Pulling it out to answer it, she found she couldn't feel her fingers anymore.

"Kim!"

"Monique? Did you find Shego?" she asked almost frantically.

"Well, good news, bad news time. The good news is, I found your cat."

That was great, the redhead visibly relaxed, "So you have her?"

"Well, now on to the bad news, someone took her."

"What!"

The Kimmunicator rang out again, "Hang on Monique." She hung on her friend and answered the new call, Wade's face showed up. "Wade! I do NOT need a mission right now!"

"I think you find this one a little more urgent if you see what it is," the tech genius said, the screen changed again and a certain blue mad man appeared.

"Drakken. What do you want this time?" Kim sneered.

"Oh, it's not what I want, it's about what you want, Kim Possible!" He held up the still disoriented Shego in a dog (cat?) crate. Shego was moving slowly and her eyes were unfocused, the only thing truly reaching her brain were the familiar voices and her throbbing, stinging paws.

Kim gasped, "What did you do to my cat?" she refrained from using her pet's name due to the fact that, even though the blue scientist was a genius in the machine world, reality tended to avoid him. He might be confused by the name of the feline or take it the wrong way. If she only knew…

"Please, if you ever want to see your precious kitty again, you surrender while I hatch my latest doomsday plan!" he bluffed, although by his calculation, (assuming everything went right) she wouldn't being seeing the cat ever again.

It was at this point that the cat thief was beginning to understand what these people were saying, though the pain still clouded her mind greatly. She began trying to speak, warning Kimmie to stay away, well-away. Her warning, translated into cat-language, sounded to a person like she was wailing and mewling like a pathetic creature in pain, which she was currently.

Kim, unable to stand listening to her precious companion mewl like that, growled at Drakken. She cut the connection and told Wade to track blue moron immediately. She was going on a mission ASAP.