I do not own any Disney characters named herein, and am only borrowing them to tell a tale meant for entertainment purposes only.

Kim Possible: Flirting With the Enemy

By LJ58

10

Kim sighed as she watched Shego prep her jet for launch as she stood back, watching her.

"I'm going to miss you," Kim told her, feeling that her time on Shego's island had passed all too fast this time since she needed to get back to prepare for college.

"You'll be fine," Shego assured her. "I may drop by Hong Kong once you settle in, and we can catch up then," she suggested.

"Promise?"

"Sure," the green-skinned woman replied.

"So, how has Rose been doing?"

"Okay. The boys have been having her stay in the lair since they moved again, and do the usual domestic duties for now. I think that the guys kind of got protective after she almost got dusted."

"Good. I hope she figures out something so she can take care of her kids without those kinds of risks."

Shego turned, and smiled.

"Told you the world isn't all black-and-white, didn't I?"

"You did," Kim sighed, and gave her a wan smile. "I wish I could stay here forever," she blurted out.

"Kimmie," Shego sighed, "Even I don't stay here all the time. Besides, by now, Dr. D will be looking to start something new. It's about that time of year."

"Be careful," Kim asked.

Shego only shook her head.

"You're telling me to be careful? When you're the one that doesn't have comet powers," she reminded the redhead.

"Well, just remember, I am not giving up on you," she said again.

"You just be careful yourself. I can bet that harpy is likely just waiting to pounce on you again when you get back."

"Along with Ron, and Wade," Kim sighed.

"Will you be looking up your exhibitionist friend," Shego asked blandly.

Kim blushed.

"I know you wrote her a few times," Shego reminded her.

"Jealous?"

"She's cute. You could do worse," Shego told her with an arched brow.

"I already know who I want," Kim told her.

Shego sighed again.

Kim held up a hand. "I said I'm not giving up. I know you care, too, or you wouldn't have done all you have for me. So don't just push me away now that I'm getting better."

"Stubborn," Shego grunted. "I swear, you are the most stubborn…. Just get your bag, Shade," she growled.

Kim laughed, and tossed her small tote up to her, letting her stash it in the rear of the cockpit.

"C'mon. Let's get you home before they send out the Marines this time."

"Like they could even find us," Kim chortled.

Shego only laughed at that one.

KP

Monique went home wearing snug Cocoa Banana jeans, and an equally snug, peach top emblazoned with "HotBabe of the Month!" She was apparently gifted with several with the month and year of her win printed beneath that declaration.

Her mother merely eyed the shirt when she came in, smirked, and left her to her own devices.

Her mother was like that.

Now her dad and brother…..

Well, she was just happy that they weren't home when she arrived.

Meanwhile, she logged onto her computer, and ignoring her new messages, and alerts, she went right to the TOS, and this time began to read every tiny word on every page right down to the finest print.

Four major dates, one every Friday of the Month Honored. At least five contacts per week, preferably new ones to show she was genuinely active on the site. She had to wear her 'Tee' every weekday, but her supplied wardrobe, and any other gifts were hers free of charge. After the month ended, she was only required to appear with other winners at special appearances for another five months, but after the first month she was free to select her 'Heartbabe' and go her way.

Naturally, all of that first month's activities were being photographed for posterity.

Thanks, Ron, she grumbled.

Then she thought of Sandra, whom she had been getting to know of late, and had to admit she did have a very good time even after that first date.

Not that she was really gay. Not really. Maybe they could just be friends.

Hopefully, though, the next three 'major' dates would be as nice. Well, except for the sex. She couldn't imagine jumping into bed with three more strangers. Of course, she had not expected to jump in bed with Sandra.

Still, who knew?

Finishing with the last of the fine print, satisfied she now had at least an idea of what she now faced, she returned to the alerts, saw a lot of repeats, and again cleared out many of the stranger ones.

She did see a lot of "I'd keep her' ratings added, and a few more 'hotter than hell' added to her pictures. She also had a new email from Starstruck. "Would have loved to go out on the town sometime, hot stuff. Maybe next time. Hope to hear from you. Starstruck."

Below that, a letter from Queen B also shocked her.

"You just have to show me up," the whining comment began. "But….maybe you'd like to try to do it in person? I'll bet I can do things Kimmie never could! Command your queen!"

"Ooooooo-kay," she murmured, and impulsively invited B out just to see how far that loopy bitch would go. Meanwhile, as she technically needed five contacts for the week ahead, she wrote Starstruck, and invited her to a very ordinary lunch date that Monday. B, she left open-ended.

No telling what might come of that.

Meanwhile, she added Sandra as her new Heartbabe, and added a note inviting her 'Anytime, anywhere, hot stuff," borrowing the slang from the site.

She would only later realize those comments, while filtered from the outside, were available to anyone and everyone registered on the site.

She was just finishing up with the loopy older women with far too much time on their hands when she realized she had a new alert on the message board already. Clicking on it, she gaped at the message as she eyed the private number now offered, with the message, "Call me anytime! Queen B"

Maybe she is serious," she frowned, wondering what Sandra would think of the snippy brunette. Still, she had another date to prepare for, and maybe this one wouldn't be too bad.

She hoped.

KP

Kim was feeling less than happy when she reached Middleton. Even as she jumped out of the jet, parachuting right into her yard, she was thinking of someone else.

Before they had arrived, Shego had intercepted a message from Drakken on their way back that told her to keep laying low, as their current island lair had been raided, and most of his Henches had all been captured. While the blue loon had escaped, Shego and Kim heard that Rose was among those captured, and she couldn't help but feel worried.

When Shego dropped her off, promising she would check on the woman, Kim had never felt so helpless just then.

A week later, she had checked discreetly on Rose, but found she had been extradited with many of the other Henches only to face a very severe judge who was trying to all but bury her under the jail for her role in aiding Drakken.

Kim was still feeling helpless even as she went out to the airport to check on flights to Hong Kong, not about to talk to Wade just yet, when she spotted a familiar face nearby. She was about to call out when she froze, unable to believe she was watching a woman distract Monique who was abruptly grabbed by a man in a dark sedan parked to one side where no lights revealed who he was as she found herself dragged her in the back as the woman laughed as she raced around to the driver's seat, and sped away.

Still wearing her 'ninja belt' out of habit of late, Kim came unfrozen quick enough to launch one of her own tracking devices at the car, and fortunately, it clung to the bumper as the car sped away.

She almost wished she had a Kimmunicator now, but that wouldn't help Monique, who had obviously been very surprised judging by the look on her face when she was grabbed.

She hailed a cab, and when the man pulled over to let her in, he took a second look, exclaiming," Say, aren't you….?"

"I need you to just be quiet, and follow my directions," she said, holding up her digital GPS reader as she switched it on. "Head east on Sanders. Go, go," she snapped.

"Right. So, you're on a case," the man grinned, and put the car in gear.

"You could say that," she said, hoping Monique was going to be okay long enough for her to reach her.

For the first time since she had left mission work, she was suddenly missing her Kimmunicator, and the backup she had with Wade and Ron. Only she didn't have time for hindsight just now. She had to save her friend just in case what she had seen was more serious than even she thought.

"Slow down," she said, still leaning toward the front seat, and eyeing the traffic between studying her GPS.

She frowned as she watched the beacon slow not far ahead, then turn, and then they were speeding up.

"They're on the interstate. Get us there as fast as you can. Head southwest."

"Right. I can take Miller, and cut off a half mile that way by jumping on there."

"Do it."

"So, uh, who are you looking for here," the cab driver asked.

"Someone just kidnapped one of my friends," she said, fixed on the GPS just then.

"Seriously? Shouldn't I call the police," he asked her.

"By the time they get here, take a report, and get around to doing anything, they could be anywhere. I'm not taking chances with my friend's life. We can call after we find them. Go," he urged him again. "They're getting ahead of us, and they obviously don't mind speeding."

"Right. Miller, it is," he said, and spun the wheel, and floored his own accelerator.

"They're heading out of town," she realized.

"Maybe….the capital," he asked. "Lots of high rollers headquarter there."

"How do you know they're high-rollers?"

"You have to be chasing that luxury sedan I saw idling back in the taxi parking area earlier. It's the only car that peeled out of airport parking like it was in a hurry to leave, instead of arrive. Car like that screams money."

"I think you're probably right. I just wish I could have made out the plate before it got away," she scowled, and looked down at the GPS again. "Okay. Okay. Yeah, it looks like they're heading straight for the capital. Try to keep up," he was told as Kim checked the range. "I don't want to lose their signal if they get too far ahead."

"Not a problem, Miss Possible," the driver grinned, and when he pressed down on the gas again, the car all but leapt forward.

"Let me guess? You like to race in your spare time," she asked blandly as the engine hummed with power.

"This is my livelihood," he grinned at her in the rear view. "Sometimes, being fastest really does pay."

"Good," she said, and watched the blip on the device. "We're starting to catch up."

"Better keep me posted," he grinned back at her. "With my baby, we might even pass them."

"I will let you know when to back off. I want to know where they're going, as well as catching them before they hurt….anyone."

"Don't worry. My car can match anything out there," he grinned.

Kim resisted the urge to quip about guys and cars, because just then, she needed his car. Monique needed his car.

She kept her focus on the GPS, and it came in handy when they neared the larger city, and ended up going through a very exclusive neighborhood, and finally stopping where her ride couldn't go.

"What now," the taxi driver asked as they slowly drove by the closing gates of a very big manor with very high walls.

Kim eyed the walls, and frowned as she looked around.

"Park around the corner, and wait. Hopefully, I won't be long."

"But shouldn't we call…."

"Again, cops will only wait until it's too late. Especially if we're talking money here," she scowled, knowing the way of the world well enough by then. "Just wait. If I'm not out in….thirty minutes, then you can call them."

"Uh, okay, he said, and eyed the meter.

"Keep it running. Consider this a really big tip," Kim told him when she tracked his gaze.

The man watched her lope down the block, and them leap up into a tree, and then over that wall. He frowned, and stopped the meter.

Just before checking his watch.

Kim, meanwhile, headed for the side of the big house, consciously alert for any signs of security, or even dogs.

Fortunately, she didn't see anything.

She ran up to the side, glanced around the corner, and saw the car parked in the front of the house, but it was dark, and empty now. She grimaced, and eyed the big house. Then noted a side window that wasn't lit up.

She went to the window, pulled out a slender dagger from her ninja kit, and easily popped the lock before she made sure there were no alarms on it. When she spotted a simple wire likely hooked to an alarm, she simply sliced through it, and then pushed the window up.

She waited, breath held, and then climbed into the room after nothing happened.

She moved through the room, listened at the door, but heard no one.

She opened the door just enough to peer out into a long hall, and saw someone nearby. Then they were gone, and she heard nothing. She frowned, trying to figure out where to go when she heard an outraged yelp that was quickly cut off.

Kim bolted down the hall, found a half open door that led down a set of stairs, and didn't hesitate to move down them.

She reached the bottom floor even as she realized the basement was a series of rooms on a shorter hall. All of them closed except one door that was closing even as watched. Kim steadied herself as she headed for that door, and heard an indignant squeal even as she put a hand on the door.

"You are never going to get away with….!"

"That sounds like my cue," Kim spat as she kicked in the door after she turned the knob enough to open it.

The woman on the other side went sprawling when the door hit her, and she went down hard, striking her head on the corner of some kind of bondage frame, knocking her unconscious. Monique, half stripped, was being forced into dangling cuffs on another apparatus that Kim didn't even try to decipher.

"I'd let her go, while you still can," she said, stalking toward the man who just stared at her in confusion.

"Who are you? Who let you…..?"

Kim's snap-kick drove him back, sending him sprawling, but the big man landed lightly, and came back up.

"Kim!"

"Kim," the man snorted, then looked between them. "Ah, Kim Possible. I heard you lost your nerve, little girl," he sneered. "And I'm about to remind you why you should have stayed at home."

Kim's expression darkened, and she flashed a glance at her worried friend, and then looked back at the man.

"You should just give up. Unless you want to get hurt. A lot," Kim growled.

"Yeah, right. Let me show you what I think of that…"

The man was left sprawling again a few minutes later, groaning very weakly as Kim turned to let Monique out of the frame where she was being locked up. "Go upstairs. Wait for me," Kim said, and turned back to the man.

"Kim…."

"I just want to know if I should call the cops, or an ambulance for this bunch," she said, and gestured the harried girl toward the steps.

"I'll sue….."

"Go ahead," she told the man, eyeing the cameras in the corners of the room around her. "I'm sure some reporter would love to know what you do in your spare time here," she said, and stepped up to glare down at him. "Now, this is real simple. You tell me why you grabbed my friend, and maybe you don't have to spend the night in ICU."

"She's our date," the man squeaked. "It's all legit!"

"Date," Kim exclaimed.

"Well, my wife's date. But we decided to add her to our collec….."

The man suddenly stopped babbling as he noted Kim was looking angry again.

"Collection? Is that what you were saying? Explain that. Now," she demanded, and pointedly put a boot on his nearest hand, pressing down.

The man did, and Kim got angrier.

Fifteen minutes later, Kim met Monique at the top of the stairs, and led her right out the front door, daring the man standing nearby in traditional livery to do or say anything. He merely opened the door when her gaze fixed on him, proving he wasn't as big an idiot as his employer. Kim led her to the gate, and the guard just stared, but finally opened the gate.

"C'mon, I have a taxi down the street."

"A….taxi," Monique asked. "Kim, how did you know….?"

"I just got to the airport when I saw you being grabbed by that….freak," she told her friend.

Monique looked down at herself, and grimaced at her ruined dress.

"This is not how I expected tonight to go," she said mournfully.

"It did make for a memorable night out," she told her friend. "Don't worry. I'll get you home."

Monique only shuddered.

"C'mon. Hey," Kim called as she opened the door, and the driver all but yelped as he jumped in his seat to turn to face them. "It's cool. Just take us back to Middleton."

"Do we call the cops?"

"Nah. I straightened things out myself," Kim told him. "Just take us home, okay, Roger," she told him, having noticed his nameplate.

"Is your friend okay?"

"My mom is going to freak," Monique said, shivering now as she settled in the cab, and reached for a seatbelt with fumbling hands.

"Well, I'd offer to take you to my place, but my mom…."

"Take me to Hasting Tower," Monique half asked.

"The Tower," Kim asked.

"I have….a friend there. I should be able to clean up there," she told her. "God, I cannot believe that woman turned out to be such a….."

"Want to explain all that," Kim asked her as she closed the door, and the cab started out again.

"Uh, maybe….later? In private," she asked as she crossed her arms over her partially torn dress.

"Sure," she nodded. "I'm just glad you're safe, Moni."

"Me, too, Kim. Me, too. I'm glad you're still so tough, too," she said with a weak chuckle.

Kim only nodded, and patted her friend's hand as they drove home.

To Be Continued…