A/N

Chapter 37 is up and running!

- Heathcliff reveals what he's done, but he's about to get a wake-up call concerning his beliefs.

- The attack on the Risatti stronghold in the Smythe-Wilson warehouse continues, but things are about to get a whole lot more complicated.

- Then the good guys have a new problem to deal with: Sheila seems to be in labor!

So the drama!

And now for the necessary stuff:

Kim Possible and all related characters are (c) Disney, Bob Schooley, and Mark McCorkle.

Original Characters are my creations, and I would appreciate if you ask before you use them. Thank you.

Immediately, the realization hit Sheila that Carmine and his goons had evidently anticipated her actions. The thought that she'd been played so easily enraged her even past the point she'd been at when she'd seen Warmonga about to take out the Princess the first time she met the nine-foot-tall alien woman, something that as a villainess Sheila had always considered to be her own personal right. Her blood was beginning to boil in fury, and without thinking she immediately let both fists fire up to full-power. A second and a half later she was rewarded for her outburst with vicious shocks from both bracelets, causing her eyes to shut tight in pain and her glow to quickly wink out. She was about to scream out loud when she suddenly felt a very sharp twinge in her left lower back, followed shortly by an identical twinge on her right lower back. Her eyes went wide in horror as she realized what was happening.

Oh, God, please not now! She begged the heavens as she returned to the cot and carefully laid herself out, trying to slow and control her currently expedited breathing. Anything but here and like this—Please!

"YOU DID WHAT?" Sheridan screamed at her husband.

"I called Stan Bork and told him where the Risattis are holding Sheila," Heathcliff replied calmly. "I told you I'm not going to trust our daughter's safety to the decisions made by a pair of hot-headed kids."

"You idiot!" his wife replied aggravation soaking her angered tone as she slapped him hard across the face. "If anyone at that precinct is dirty like Kim and Ron suspect, it's Bork! Or have you forgotten that he was investigated twice by your Internal Affairs Department because multiple criminals accused him of taking bribes?"

Heathcliff's eyebrow raised just enough to be noticeable. "No more than you seem to have forgotten he was cleared both times, Sheridan, or the fact that he was my partner and saved my life against the same criminals that accused him on multiple occasions. Bork's a good cop—he's just had to go through some hard times. And I trust him with my life."

Sheridan looked livid. "And I've told you before that him being your former partner doesn't change the fact that I don't trust him with the saliva I'd spit on him! You have no idea how many times I prayed that you'd get reassigned to be someone else's partner, or how many times I worried that he was going to stab you in the back and I'd be left to raise the kids alone! If our daughter gets hurt during this because the Risattis knew Team Possible and our sons were coming, I'm holding you responsible!"

With that she stormed off to another part of the tower, leaving an equally fuming husband behind her. He watched her go before turning towards the blue-skinned man who had been an unwilling witness to the argument.

"Sorry you had to see that, Andy," he said with a smile after taking a calming breath.

Andy Lipsky frowned. "Actually, Heathcliff, she…nnnngg…she kind of has a point. I can tell you from my days as a super-villain that when you're looking for a police officer to bribe who will accept the payoff, the best place to look is at a department's IAD files for those who've been investigated for it before. Because that's who'll be most likely to take the money and turn the blind eye or keep their mouth shut. And the second-best place to look is at who in the station has had financial difficulty in the past or is having money trouble at the present time."

The smile faded in a heartbeat as something seemed to click in Heathcliff's mind, and he quickly headed over to a communications station that let his sons as Team Go tune in to all the police bands and scanners. Once there, he fired up the system, turning the volume up as high as he could possibly get it to go.

"…reports of abduction of Sheila Lipsky in the business district. All units proceed with extreme caution. Suspects are members of the Risatti Crime Family and are considered armed and extremely dangerous…"

Heathcliff spun around to say something, but Andy was already working the controls for the main computer.

"Wade, the Risattis knew we were coming," the blue-skinned man said with a fevered urgency.

The next thing Andy heard was the sound of a door slamming, followed by the computer alerting him to the hangar for the Team Go jet being opened. At that moment, Sheridan came back in the room.

"Andy, what was wrong with Heathcliff just now? I know we just had that fight, but he looked like a man possessed."

Andy's frown deepened. "He had his eyes opened to the kind of people he's been trusting."

Sheridan glanced out the window at the tail end of her sons' jet as it screamed in the direction of the city at much too high a speed for the short distance. Heathcliff, don't do this again.

Mego grinned as he looked at the unconscious bald man on the floor in front of him. He'd known ever since he'd first gotten his powers that there was a way to use his shrinking/re-growing ability to surprise an opponent, but up until today it had never worked. Maybe that was because before he'd always tried a surprise attack from behind. And yet today he had finally decided to try it from the front, sneaking through his opponent's legs before growing with a rising uppercut to catch the unsuspecting mobster clean and hard on the chin. The blow had sent the man sprawling backwards, out cold and dead to the world.

"I told Hector and Sheila it could work," he gloated to no one. "I told them I was right."

Quickly refocusing on his mission, he quickly connected the watch-like device Kim had given him to the computer, and pressed the activation button she'd shown him. Almost immediately, the young woman's techno pal came on the screen.

"I got you plugged in, Wade. I did my part perfectly."

Wade grimaced. "Thanks, Mego. And looks like we're gonna need it. Evidently your dad called the GCPD anyway."

"But that's a good thing, right?"

"Apparently not," the young man replied with another grimace. "Seems Kim and Ron were right about their being dirty cops in the department. Whoever Heathcliff called sent the police to the business district on the other side of Go City while at the same time warning Carmine about our infiltration."

Mego smirked. "See, I told Dad she was right. And I was also the first one who told Kim that Dad wouldn't listen to her."

However, he quickly noticed that Wade wasn't listening. Instead, the tech genius seemed to be staring at another of his computers with a look of horror.

"Mego, we've got a big problem! The Risattis have isolated your mom's serum in Sheila's bloodstream, and they've dosed their entire force with it!"

"So what do I need to do about it?" the violet-skinned hero replied.

Wade frowned. "Unfortunately, I need you to stay here and guard the Kimmunicator. When I added the grapple and electromagnet features to this model I had to make a choice between its transport and defensive features, and I chose to keep the transport features in case they ever got separated from their user. We'll just have to rely on the others to be able to handle themselves."

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Kim both frowned and smiled as she tossed another thug for the tenth time. Normally, it only took a few well-placed strikes and one of her tosses to knock out henchmen, but these members of the Risattis were far more resilient. At least like the others the one she'd just thrown hard against a wall appeared finally beaten. In fact, all of her opponents seemed to be losing steam, and at the same time appeared to finally be feeling the effects of the bumps and bruises she'd given them so far. One was even starting to sport a black eye, while another who she'd punched or kicked in the face so many times he should have looked like a bulldog by now finally appeared like he might have a broken nose.

And yet there were two things picking at the back of the young woman's mind as the fight progressed. The first was that despite the notion that all ten of her opponents were carrying guns, not a single shot had been fired—as a matter of fact, they hadn't even drawn the weapons from their holsters. Kim supposed she should be grateful for that, but her experience with this group in Venice had her well aware that they had no qualms about using firearms against her. Heck, part of the reason for the sloppy (at least in her mind) pullout of Heathcliff and Sheridan involving SAI-AT's crashing through the apartment building's roof had been because she, Ron, and Sheila's parents had been pinned down under a hail of bullets flying into the apartment from all directions. And according to Ron, members of this branch of the Italian mob had no problems shooting through each other if it meant they hit their opponent. So why were they now so trigger-shy?

The second issue prodding at the back of her mind was a bit more urgent: the need to free Sheila as soon as possible. Sure, she'd set it up where she and Ron would serve as distractions while Adrena Lynn did the actual extraction, but the longer the fight went the less positive Kim felt about the plan she'd come up with. For most villains, once she and Ron achieved the main objective they were aiming for the bad guys seemed to lose a little steam, as if they sensed the imminent defeat the two young people were about to hand them. Yet the Risattis were still going full-force in trying to repel them, which indicated that the mobsters were still confident they had Sheila safely in their clutches. And the longer that remained the case, the more likely it was for Sheila to possibly go into labor while still a prisoner of the Italian mob, something Kim had personally promised the mint-skinned woman's mother wouldn't happen.

Ron, I hope you're making more progress than I am right now, she thought as she pressed her attack.

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Ron Stoppable had been frustrated before, but his agitation was reaching far greater levels at the moment, heights that he'd only felt a few times before. Despite the fact that he appeared to have an advantage over the goons he was engaged in combat with, it wasn't enough to end the skirmish quickly. And yet no matter how much he tried, he couldn't access any part of his MMP…although he did notice he was fighting slightly better than normal. Still, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stir the mystical energies that he knew filled his body. The irony was not lost on him, as the last time he'd had this much trouble accessing his powers had happened when Adrena Lynn had kidnapped him, and now the villainess was actually working with them.

Maybe it was that little fact that bugged him so much—the having to rely on a villain for help. He and Kim had discussed it after Drakken and Shego…or rather Andy and Sheila…had helped against the Lorwardians, and again when they provided assistance while he and his love had been turned into Zorpox and the Lady Kigo respectively. But it was still a hard pill to swallow. One of the things he loved about what he and Kim did as Team Possible was that they could be counted on to come through when most couldn't. It wasn't that it went to his head, but it was hard not to be proud of the idea that a lot of the world relied on them almost like a "last line of defense" of sorts. And then ever since the alien invasion the respect and trust had been even more forthcoming—particularly towards him after it was revealed that Ron had used his powers in the final battle to finally put an end to Warmonga and Warhok's attack. During the attack, when Kim had been down, Ron had had little to no trouble summoning the Mystical Monkey Power, and it made him proud to know he had been able to step up when Kim needed him most.

And yet ever since then he had experienced problems with accessing the energies. When he could it was as erratic as ever, and then there was the rest of the times he tried…times like now when he couldn't even begin to tap the power that filled him. And if he couldn't do it against a bunch of low-level thugs and mobsters, how could he possibly expect to take on a fully-Yono-powered Monkey Fist if Bates and D.N. Amy succeeded in their plot to revive the simian villain?

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Hego frowned as he continued tossing heavy crates and pieces of metal at the Risattis who had exited the building to confront them. In all the time he had known Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable, he had always noted the remarkable speed with which they handled crisis situations.

"Hego, I don't like this," remarked the Wego standing next to him (Hego had always had trouble telling them apart, even before the comet gave them nearly identical looks as a side-effect of their copying power). "Should it be taking this long?"

The other Wego came over the radio. "I agree, Wesley. I mean, they've been inside for almost an hour now, and the Risattis just keep coming out after us. Plus, I'm not seeing any more green flashes from the room we think Sheila's probably being held in. It's just been one continuous green glow."

"Dudes, you totally need to learn to relax a bit. Seriously, you do," Motor Ed replied over the radio as well. "Red and Skinny Dude may be good at what they do, but sometimes they hit snags. I mean, I think I'm one of the few who can claim at least one victory over her cause me and Cousin Drew once managed to steal what we wanted and leave her literally 'red'. Seriously, we got away and left her covered in red paint. Seriously. And actually, I can totally claim more than one, cause it took her three tries all three times we met for her to take me down, and that was only with her friend's seriously tricked-out wheelchair doing most of the work two of those times. Seriously, that chair totally rocks. Seriously, it does."

Hego grimaced. "As much as I hate to say it, the villain is right, guys. We need to give them more time. Though I am starting to wonder why the Risattis aren't using their guns."

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It was taking everything Adrena Lynn had to not jump the gangsters passing beneath her as she skulked along the tops of air ducts and dashed among shadows when she had to move along the floor levels. She definitely preferred activities that pushed her adrenaline and endorphins to their full capacity, meaning she would have preferred being in the thick of the fighting to all this sneaking around. The only reason she'd agreed to Possible's plan of being responsible for the actual infiltration and extraction of her boyfriend's new sister-in-law while Team Possible distracted Carmine's men was because the red head had assured her it was just as much of a rush to know that you could be caught at any moment—a view that the extreme teen definitely wasn't agreeing with. It had actually gotten so intolerable that Adrena Lynn was starting to push her luck even more than she knew she should just on the off-chance someone might see her and she might get a little bit of the action that Kim and Ron seemed to be hogging for themselves.

Of course the young daredevil woman had to admit that Possible's reasoning wasn't the full cause of her compliance with the current plan. While they had been waiting for the others to arrive, Motor Ed had shown a side of himself she rarely saw, a side that actually cared for his family—a family that Sheila as Andy Lipsky's new bride was now a part of. If any other guy had asked her to focus on the rescue instead of her vendetta against Possible, Adrena Lynn would have refused without a second thought. But there was something about the look on Eddie Lipsky's face that had convinced the blonde that she needed to cooperate with the teen hero at least for now. And when Possible had made her part of the actual infiltration of the Smythe-Wilson warehouse, her only condition for agreeing had been fulfilled, as she had refused to be part of the outside distraction that would draw the mobsters outside.

Still, would it kill some of these mobsters to pay just a little more attention? She'd half-expected her yell while descending through the ventilation shaft she'd entered through to alert someone, but no one had apparently heard her as she dropped into an empty room, nor were they there to see or hear her make her way up to the top of the vents. The extreme teen was about to start grumbling to herself when she heard some angry voices below. Curious, she paused just out of sight.

"I am sorry, Don Risatti," said a slimy voice that sounded like it still came from a pretty knowledgeable man, "but it appears the version of the serum I isolated in Sheila Godfrey's blood wasn't the pure one. Its affects won't be lasting much longer."

"Disappointing, Dr. Vincenzo," a much older male's voice remarked. "Do you have enough sample to extract the actual serum?"

The slimy voice seemed hesitant to answer. "Yes, but the problem is that I used most of our supplies to create the synthesis I gave to the others. It would take a full have day to create more, and I can't even guarantee I have enough here to make even one full dose of the serum."

The older gentleman growled. "Very disappointing, Doctor. You had better hope that Mancini's tricks hold them off, or your future will become grim indeed."

Tricks? thought Adrena Lynn with a snarling frown as she continued moving. I knew it! I'm missing ALL the action! Eddie, you'd better be grateful for this. Any fewer muscles or less of that FR-EAKY lion's mane and I wouldn't be sticking around.

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Wade frowned as he continued working the security set-up. According to the schematics and systems he was accessing, certain rooms were much more heavily guarded and secured than others. And judging from what the young man was seeing, these particular security measures had been set up after the rest and were separate from the system yet still connected…almost as if the one who had set them up wanted the system operator to know they were there but not be able to control them. Then it hit the tech genius that this type of layout normally signified only one type of thing—carefully laid defensive traps! Quickly, his hand flew to the call button for the Kimmunicators. Then he paused as he realized in horror there was no way to warn Kim! However, his hesitation lasted only a second as his brain quickly thought up another plan and he slammed the button to call Ron's Kimmunicator.

"Ron!" he yelled urgently.

"Little busy, Wade!" the young man remarked.

"No time, Ron! There are traps set up just outside the door to that room, stuff like electrified floors, localized bombs, and laser grids. And I'm betting there are ones outside the door to the room Kim's fighting in as well. The Risattis wanted us fighting in those rooms—that's why you and Kim got in so easily! Carmine is betting that if the thugs didn't stop you, the traps would!"

Ron was about to respond when he saw the smiles on his opponents' faces growing larger and more sinister, confirming what his friend had just declared as fact. "Wade, you've got to warn Kim!"

"I can't!" the tech genius countered. "She gave her Kimmunicator to Mego so he could help me hack into their system, remember?"

Ron quickly swept the legs out from under three of the thugs to give himself a bit of movement room. "So then what do we do? Cause I think these guys are fading, and that means KP's going to be walking right into their traps!"

"Ron, you've got to finish up there and get over to her! She's on the floor below you on the opposite side. You should be fast enough to get through your stuff without getting caught in it. Kim's good at dodging, but even she's said you're better at it than she is! And right now, her coming out of this depends on what you can do to help her!"

Ron was about to reply in contradiction when it felt like a switch had been flipped. Whereas prior to that instant he had heard nothing internally but the sounds of his own breathing and his evenly pounding heart, suddenly he heard the sound of dozens of monkeys. And surprisingly, they didn't sound enraged—instead, they sounded serene yet riled, as if they were about to accost someone threatening their homes. The room was suddenly bathed in a blue light as Ron's MMP flared to blazing and roaring life!

What? Why now? he thought as glanced at his hands bathed in a flaming cobalt aura.

However, he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Those thugs that weren't already unconscious were quickly recovering from their shock at seeing the young man before them surrounded by an azure fire, and for the first time seemed willing to reach for their guns.

"Boo Yeah," he declared in a serious tone as his jaw set and he determined not to let them draw the weapons. He zoomed towards them, putting everything he could muster behind ever single punch he threw as he tore through their ranks. More than one of the jaws shattered, and more than one nose was crushed from the force of his blows. A few of them managed to pull their guns from the holsters and send erratic shots at him, but he paid the bullets no mind as they sailed harmlessly past his head. He didn't stop until every thug was either unconscious or curled into an incapacitated pained ball.

However, no sooner had the last thug sailed harshly across the room than the Mystical Monkey Power vanished as quickly as it had come. But Ron never noticed as he flew with a flying kick at the door, knocking it off its hinges and using the piece of wood as a sort of makeshift surfboard to skirt across the wires that had been laid in the next room, not even noticing the lasers or mini-bombs that took chunks out of his ride as he flew across the space, cutting through the gas hanging in the air so quickly that it never even began to faze him. All he could think of was finding the stairs and getting down to where Kim was so he could prevent her from walking into the trap waiting for her…

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Sheila groaned as she felt the next spasm rock her nerves with its agonizing torment. At first she tried to deny what was happening as she lay there on the cot, but the more time passed, the more she had to face facts. Whether she wanted it or not, it seemed that someone had decided that her labor was starting now.

But she could also tell something wasn't quite right. If these were in fact the contractions that signaled her labor starting, they were very erratic and hard to judge. And they weren't all equal, as some were barely twinges while others felt like the instant the Princess had kicked her into the tower at Bueno Nacho headquarters only a million times worse. No, something definitely wasn't right about this.

And to top it all off, her stomach was blazing like a beacon. However, this wasn't like before, when she could distinguish between the glows each unborn child was giving off. No, now it was like one big blue-green lighthouse signal emanating from her midsection. The kids had apparently not liked that shock the bracelets had given her, and were making their protests known strongly.

"I know," she grimaced out as she put a hand over each side. "But please, boys, wait for Mommy to get somewhere that's better for you to arrive in. Please."

As was the usual response, there was a fervent kick from inside the left side of her stomach, intensifying the developing cramp on that side and making Sheila wince.

"I know, but I'm begging you, please. Just hold on a little longer. Someone will be here to help us if you'll just give me a little more time."

As if in response to her pleas, there suddenly appeared at the small window in the door to her cell a very familiar blonde young woman.

"Sheila?"

"Adrena…Adrena Lynn?" the mint-skinned woman gasped out painfully. "You've…you've got to get me out of here! The twins are trying to come out right now!"

"Just a sec," the teen daredevil responded coolly but in a heightened manner. "Gotta get this lock open!"

After a few seconds there was an audible kicking sound.

"No good!" Adrena Lynn called. "Gotta find the controls." Then she paused. "Wait…Wade!"

There was the sound of a voice filled with static that Sheila couldn't recognize, but less than half a minute later the sound of the door's electronic lock could be heard sliding into the open position. The door opened, and Adrena Lynn rushed inside. However, the extreme teen immediately got a strange look on her face.

"Umm, Sheila? Isn't labor normally preceded by your water breaking?"

Sheila winced as another spasm tortured her but still managed a pained nod. "Yeah, why?"

Adrena Lynn frowned as she looked the other woman in the eye. "Cause I don't think your water's broken yet. There's not a drop of anything on this cot or on the floor."

The mint-skinned woman's eyes shut tight. "Then what the hell's happening to me? GAAAAHHH!" she screamed as one of the worst bouts yet grabbed hold.

"I don't know, but I think we need to get you out of here."

That's when Adrena Lynn noticed the window. Thinking quickly, she pressed against her ear, activating what Sheila could only assume was an ear bud radio.

"Hego, do you read? This is Adrena Lynn!"

This time Sheila could hear the voice on the other end. "Reading you, Lynn. Have you got Sheila?"

"I'm in the room with her, but I don't think I'm going to be able to get her out the door like we thought. Something's going on, and we need to get FR-EAKY here if we're gonna get out of this. There's a small window here that I'm waving a hand in front of. Care to use that strength to make it bigger?"

"I don't know…" came the hesitant reply. "I can see you waving, but…"

"ARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" yelled Sheila as she gripped the sides of the cot so hard her nails punched right through the canvas. "Tell him if he doesn't get me out of here now I'm going to rip him a new one once I'm able to!" she snarled as soon as she was able.

Adrena Lynn smirked a bit at the return of the woman's snarkiness and urgently relayed the message. "Hego, you're what? Thirty-one years old? Well, if you want your sister to allow you to live to see the age of thirty-two, I suggest you use that blue Go Team Glow and turn this window into a door right now!"

"On it!" Hego replied quickly.

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Wade's voice came over Kim's Kimmunicator urgently. "Time to go, Mego! Adrena Lynn's got Sheila and is on her way out, and you need to vacate the building now!"

"But won't that mean we lose our eyes on the battles?" the violet-skinned Godfrey brother replied.

"Mego, if there was ever a time to be more concerned about your own skin, this is it!" Wade replied. "There are bombs going off and Hego is about to start smashing at a section of the wall so we can get Sheila out. So you tell me how long you think that building's going to last."

"Point made," Mego replied as he removed the Kimmunicator from the port. "Quickest way for me to get out?"

"Up the stairs, turn left, shrink down, and out through a hole in the window," Wade replied. "Once out, stop on the ledge and grow back to full size so you can safely make about a ten foot jump-and-drop."

"Got it. On my way out."

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Kim heard the explosions coming from the other side of the warehouse, and silently prayed they weren't going off near Ron, Sheila, or any of the others. She also hoped that she wasn't hearing the sounds of a chain-reaction starting, as that was exactly what it sounded like was happening. She smashed her fist into the next-to-last opponent, sending him sprawled out, then turned to face the final standing obstacle. She glared at him threateningly, and put every bit of hardness she could behind her expression

"Your move, buddy," she snapped harshly.

The thug looked at his compatriots scattered unconscious or groaning about the room, and then put a hand up to gingerly touch his currently severely misshapen nose. Then he turned and ran for the door. Kim smiled…until she saw him reach for the doorknob. The instant the mobster touched the metal fixture he went rigid, and there was the acrid smell of electrically-burning flesh. He convulsed a few times, and then fell backwards towards her, his eyes rolled up in his head and his mouth releasing red and white foam. Kim stared in shock at him, and realized that while she was horrified at the way the mobster had died, she was just as grateful that it had been him and not her who had reached for the lethally charged doorknob.

Making a snap decision, she ran up to the door and jump-kicked it as hard as she could, knocking it off its hinges and into the next room. However, no sooner had she done that than she found herself face to face with Ron flying at her as fast as his legs could carry him. He reacted faster than even she was aware he could as he dodged the flying door, and ran straight at her. Even more surprising than that was the fact that he grabbed her around the waist, instantly reversing her direction.

"Ron, what're you…"

"Time to go, KP!" he cut her off.

She realized that she was about to go back-first out the window, and wrapped herself tightly around him. As she did, she saw the live wires on the ground and the bombs starting to go off, not to mention the gas hanging in the air that seemed to be acting like an accelerant for the explosions! If she had walked in that room, it was a good bet she wouldn't have exited it.

"Traps!" Ron replied with a yell seconds before he propelled them both out the window she had entered through, taking the impact of most of the breaking glass himself. The crash sent them both tumbling, and her grip was lost. She was twisting through the air, somehow a couple feet below Ron, and saw the window above him blowing a giant fireball. She thrust out her wrist…only to remember the Kimmunicator wasn't there! She was too close to the ground to right herself, and with no moves available to lessen the inevitable collision she shut her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her, hoping to pull off some sort of cushioning roll.

A second before she knew she would hit she felt Ron's arm once again around her waist, and felt the sensations she knew to be attributed to swinging on a grapple-line. Opening her eyes, she saw Ron swinging them towards the ground.

"This isn't going to be fun!" he yelled, and she nodded her understanding.

His words were confirmed less than five seconds later as they both slammed roughly into the ground. However, the impact was far less painful than her plummet would have been, and she knew far less dangerous. The knee on one leg of her mission pants was instantly shredded, and the gravel in the grass around the warehouse did a number on her elbow, but she'd take those over a broken neck any day of the week.

Instantly they were both up, and seeing Hego smashing away at a corner of the building they quickly ran over to help. Kim could hear Sheila's agonized yells, and she doubled her speed, hearing Ron do the same beside her. Quickly she did a calculation, and got a plan in her head. She scanned for and immediately found Mego, and rushed over to snag the Kimmunicator he was carrying.

"Wade!" she yelled into the device. "Call Heathcliff and have him pick up my mom at the Go City Motor Court and bring her to Go Tower! Then call Mom and tell her to grab her emergency bag and be ready! Immediately!"

"You got it, Kim," Wade replied as the screen blipped off.

By this time, Motor Ed was helping Adrena Lynn extract Sheila through the hole Hego had created in the side of the building. Meanwhile, the Wegos were continuing to fend off the few Risattis who refused to accept the defeat, even as the warehouse gave off explosions and fireballs. Glancing up, Kim saw a helicopter with an Italian flag taking off from the roof, and she found herself locking eyes with none other than Carmine Risatti. The look on his face was one of pure fury, and she got the distinct feeling that his objectives had changed from obtaining the Godfrey serum to getting rid of her and Ron. As the helicopter took off towards the east, she could almost hear the phrase Andy used to yell emanating in the silver-maned gangster's voice.

You think you're all that, Team Possible, but you're not!

However, other things were more urgent at the moment. Pressing her leg muscles she dashed to where she'd stashed the Sloth, and quickly pulled it up to where Sheila was just now being freed. Ron evidently understood the plan without her having to say anything, and threw open the back door before helping Motor Ed assist Sheila in climbing inside. Kim remained in the driver's seat, and Ron piled into the passenger seat. Since Adrena Lynn was the skinniest, she climbed into the back seat with Sheila, and Kim immediately put the VTOL jets in action and streaked towards Go Tower. While they were in flight, Sheila told them what she could, her speech interrupted multiple times by her groans and screams. Just as she finished, Wade popped up on the screen.

"Bad news, Kim. I contacted your mom, but Heathcliff's not at Go Tower. Andy said he took the Team Go Jet into the city when he learned he'd been betrayed. Andy also said the hovercraft is on maintenance, and can't fly right now."

"GAAAAAAAHHHH!" Sheila yelled, bending forward in pain while she gripped Adrena Lynn and Ron's hands tight enough that they would probably have impressions later on that day.

"Darn it!" Kim yelled, slamming her hand on the steering wheel. "Alright, tell Andy and Sheridan to meet us at the door to help Sheila inside. The minute she's out, I'll go pick up Mom myself."

"What do you me to do, KP?" Ron said with a smile that was all seriousness.

Kim smiled at him. "You stay with Sheila. We've had to deliver kids in emergencies ourselves before, and if that is what's going on I want someone there with experience."

"Right," the young man replied with a grin.

Less than two minutes later, the Sloth landed and Sheila was quickly helped inside. Kim instantly took off, heading for the hotel her parents were staying at. As she descended, she noticed what looked like her dad and the hotel manager keeping an area clear for her to land, as well as her mother standing there ready and waiting in doctor's smock and carrying the black bag that Dr. Anne Possible always had with her in case she came upon a situation like a car wreck that might need an immediate doctor. The moment Kim landed, her mother climbed in and nodded. The younger woman immediately took off for Go Tower.

"Kim, I applaud you for taking charge of this, but you do realize I'm a brain surgeon and not used to delivering babies, right?" her mother said as they flew through the air.

"I know, Mom, but Sheila needs a doctor she trusts right now. And right now, that's you. And before you say it, you need to understand that she trusts you because I do."

Anne nodded at her daughter. "Okay, Kimmie. Can you tell me what we know?"

Kim took a deep breath as she swerved around some birds. "All we know right now is that Sheila's having pains and spasms like labor but that her water hasn't broken yet. We also know the twins are using their glow powers but haven't fired them yet. Also, the Go Tower medical ward has everything we need should it be that Sheila's in labor, as well as if there's any other big emergency. As long as it's not something ferociously life-threatening, we should have everything we need to take care of it. The only thing Team Go doesn't have is a doctor, but they have everything needed for stabilization so that a doctor has time to get there."

Anne thought for a moment. "Any recent trauma? Other than the kidnapping, I mean?"

Kim nodded. "Unfortunately, yes. The Risattis fitted her with some bracelets similar to what GJ used to fit her with to suppress her powers, but these also had an electrical feedback feature. And from what Sheila says she got a pretty big one just before this started. I think Sheridan said something about getting those removed before we get back."

Anne nodded. "Okay, Kimmie, I'll do what I can. And just so you know: if I need a nurse you are automatically volunteered simply because you're good at reading what I need you to do without me telling you. Understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am," her daughter replied determinedly as she set the Sloth down on the ground just outside the door to Go Tower.

"Where's the patient?" Anne said the moment they were inside.

"This way," directed Sheridan. "I'm Sheridan Godfrey, Sheila's mother."

"Dr. Anne Possible," Anne replied as she followed the other woman.

The two women immediately entered a room off to the side. Kim noticed that the rest of the group was gathered in the main room, and she immediately went and sat next to Ron. It was only once she'd been sitting there for a few and her adrenaline had calmed that she realized the shape she was in. Her knee was badly scraped, and both elbows looked like they'd been massaged with cheese graters. Hego offered a first aid kit, and Ron insisted on being the one to patch her up. She let him, but only on the condition that he allow her to give him the same treatment. He actually had quite a few cuts from leaping out the window, as well as a wrist that looked like it was starting to swell. Kim made a mental note to have her mom check it out if she got the chance.

Around half an hour later, Sheridan Godfrey emerged, a worried look on her face. Immediately she came over to where Kim and Ron were sitting, and looked at Kim with a grateful air to her face.

"Thank you, Kim, for keeping your promise," she said with a tearful smile.

Kim smiled. "No big. And besides, this was a team effort. Couldn't have done it without your sons, Adrena Lynn, or Motor Ed."

Hego smiled. "So she is in labor?"

Sheridan smiled at her eldest, but there was definitely a worried quality to her expression. "She wasn't, but Dr. Possible decided to go ahead and induce because of the way the twins seem to be reacting to the electrical shock those bracelets gave Sheila. Neither of them is in any immediate danger, but evidently that could change pretty easily."

"Here that, Cousin Drew?" Motor Ed replied with a laugh and a slap on his cousin's back. "You're gonna be a daddy! Seriously, dude, you totally are!"

Andy looked both ecstatic and extremely nervous. "I just hope I'm a good one, Eddie."

"You will be," Ron replied with a smile. "If you put half the drive and 'never give up' attitude behind being a dad that you put behind trying to take over the world, you'll make a badical father."

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A few hours later, however, the kids still hadn't arrived, and things were getting agitated in the main room of Go Tower. Kim and Ron were mainly hanging around to wait for her mother and in case Kim was called on to act as a nurse. Adrena Lynn was hanging around mostly because Motor Ed was, and he of course continued hanging around as support for his cousin, who did actually seem to be getting more frayed the longer it took. And Andy wasn't helping matters with his constant pacing or by constantly trying to enter the room to be with Sheila.

"I'm sorry, Andy," Sheridan said as she continued denying him access, "but there just isn't enough room. It's cramped enough as it is, and Sheila said she wants me in here. To be honest, Dr. Possible's only allowing me to stay because I'm keeping Sheila calmed down as much as possible. I promise, the moment it's time for the kids to be here, we'll let you in."

"But…nnnngg…" he replied as the door was shut in his face for the fifteenth time.

And the agitation of the room was only compounded by the fact that they had yet to hear anything about what happened with Heathcliff since he'd taken off in the Team Go Jet, despite Hego's numerous attempts at locating him. They knew that the Team Go jet was located on the roof of the GCPD 5th Precinct, but every attempt to contact Mr. Godfrey through the transport's radio returned nothing but static. It was actually almost to the point of Hego insisting they find a way to head over to the station and find out what had happened, but so far his girlfriend Clarice had been able to convince him that that rash action wasn't in their best interest at the moment.

As it turned out, that plan was revealed as wise when they finally received a call from the Go City Police Department around thirty minutes later. More specifically, they received the one phone call Heathcliff was allowed to make once arrested. Apparently he'd gone straight to the precinct and had jumped Sergeant Stan Bork without so much as a word as to why. And when he'd been questioned about it, all he'd said was that Bork had had it coming for a long time. And so without any other options his former coworkers had thrown him in the overnight holding cell, scratching their heads the whole time.

However, a quick call placed from Hego to the commissioner quickly straightened things out, and Hego went to pick up his father. When they got back, Heathcliff seemed a much quieter man than the one that had been so vocal in his disapproval of Team Possible organizing his daughter's rescue. He even surprised them both when he came over to apologize.

"Miss Possible, Mr. Stoppable, I'm sorry about the way I acted," he said with a penitent frown. "I just never thought Bork was capable of doing something like passing information to the bad guys. As it turns out, he's been on the take for a while, and was the one who originally gave away mine and Sheridan's position when we were hiding in New York."

Kim smiled and nodded. "Hey, sometimes we want to believe the best in someone even when it's staring us in the face that they aren't what we thought they were. But we can talk about that some other time. Right now, it's better if we focus on the happy fact that you're about to be a grandfather."

He seemed to perk up quite a bit, and smiled as he went over to talk to Andy. As they watched him go, Ron kissed his love on her temple.

"You know, you talk about me being accepting, KP, but that was pretty badical there."

Kim shrugged. "I guess. I mean, I'm not saying I forgive him for it, but its not the sort of thing to have hanging over us with a pair of new lives about to enter the world."

At that moment, Anne's head poked out of the "delivery room" door. "Kimmie, I need your help in here."

"Coming, Mom," Kim replied, planting a kiss on Ron's cheek before she headed into the medical ward of Go Tower. The room was cramped with the numerous medical machines and two hospital beds. On one she found Sheila lying with her hair in a manner a far cry from its usual neat style, the bed tilted up so that she was basically sitting in a reclined position. Anne quickly pointed at a bin, and Kim pulled out what she found to be a nurse's scrub outfit. She quickly went into the connecting bathroom to change, and then came out and up to her mother.

Anne smiled at Sheila. "Okay, Sheila, it's time for the first one."

The mint-skinned woman half-grimaced, half-smiled. "Just tell me what to do, Doc."

Dr. Possible grinned. "Just don't push until I tell you to. Kimmie, I need you to get some of those towels ready. Make sure they're kept warm and damp but not wet. And Sheridan, you stay right where you are, and grip your daughter's hand. And Sheila, if you need to grasp something, that's what you grasp."

However, Sheila shook her head. "No, I want Andy in here for this."

Sheridan nodded understandingly. "Okay, Sheila, I'll get him."

She left and a few moments later Andy entered, already dressed in a gown. He smiled at Sheila, and came over and kissed her sweaty forehead tenderly. She smiled at him as he spoke.

"Sheila, we're going to have babies tonight."

"I know," she replied, a few tears escaping her eyes, and Kim wasn't altogether sure they were tears of pain.

Anne smiled. "Focus, Sheila—it's time to start pushing."

"Alright, Doc. Unnnnnnggghhh!"

Kim at first attempted to watch the child being born, but quickly found the same feeling in her stomach and throat that she'd felt the day she'd shadowed with her mother at the Middleton Medical Center. Knowing that seeing her get sick wasn't what Sheila needed to see right now, Kim quickly focused on the towels her mother had ordered her to prepare, using the sink to douse them with warm but not scalding water and then wringing them out quickly.

"Push, Sheila," Anne commanded gently.

"Gah, this hurts!" Sheila yelled. "Don't suppose there's any way you could give me something, is there?"

Anne shook her head. "I'm afraid that option was gone pretty soon after we decided to induce. But you're doing fine, Sheila. Just push."

Kim smiled at her mother. She knew her dad could be forceful, but this wasn't the first time she'd suspected that she got her ability to command a sitch from her mother. Anne Possible was normally a calm sage of advice, but she definitely knew how to take control when the situation warranted it.

Glancing over at Andy, Kim noticed a very odd ticking to his smile as he held Sheila around the shoulders. Then she glanced at his hand, and instantly knew why—his fingers were bent at awkward angles as Sheila squeezed his hand very tightly, and Kim felt herself impressed that he wasn't crying out louder than Sheila at the moment. The blue-skinned former villain wasn't known for his tolerance of any sort of pain, and yet he was remaining strong for his wife…or maybe he just hadn't fully noticed what was happening. Either way, Kim found a respect for her former foe.

She was brought out of her thoughts a moment later by her mother snapping her fingers at her.

"Kimmie! Hand me one of the damp towels, and have a dry one ready! The first one's coming out!"

Less than a minute later, the room was permeated by a cry as the first of the twins entered the world.

"It's a boy," declared Anne. "Official time—11:30 PM. Andy, would you like to cut the cord?"

Andy looked blank for a moment, and then shakily used the scissors Anne handed him to snip the umbilical cord. "Hey, that's spongy," he said with a smile.

"You would say something that corny," Sheila replied as she merely shook her head weakly, though it was pretty obvious from the smile on her face she found the comment endearing.

Anne grinned as she handed the baby to Kim to dry him off and clean him up. "So which one's this?" she said with a smile at the pair.

"Xander Theodore Lipsky", the mint-skinned woman, who had leaned forward a bit with the exertion, replied as she collapsed back. Then she turned towards her husband. "Hope you're happy with these two, Drew, cause I'm not going through this again."

Anne smiled. "Afraid there's not much time to rest, Sheila. The second one's coming soon."

Kim grinned as she carefully laid the newborn in one of the hospital cradles there in the room. She smiled as she saw him take what was probably his first yawn, and found her thoughts drifting a bit to the day she would be in Sheila's position herself. However, she forced herself back to the present moment, well aware that the little boy's sibling was on the way. And she also reminded herself to act amazed at the surprise Sheila and Andy were about to get…

"Alright, here's comes the second one," Anne Possible said matter-of-factly. "And Sheila, until I tell you don't push on this one. With they way they were reacting to the shock from those bracelets, we need to let him get ready in his own time."

"Got it, Doc," Sheila replied with a bit of exhaustion. "Though I hope he gives me a few more minutes."

Andy pulled out another touching moment as he gently used a small towel to wipe the sweat off her face and brow. "You're doing wonderfully, Sheila."

Sheila smiled. "Call me 'Shego'. She's stronger than Sheila is."

Her husband grinned. "Not disagreeing with you, but I think you might be wrong there," he replied as he kissed her forehead.

"Just do it," Sheila replied with a hint of her old snarkiness.

Andy nodded. "Anything you say, dear."

Anne settled in for the next one. "Okay, Sheila, I think he's ready. Go ahead and start pushing."

Sheila sighed like she really didn't want to, but sat up determinedly. She took a deep breath, and started pushing again.

"Grrrrrnnnngggg," she growled a bit, almost immediately making the toweling of her face a pointless prospect as the perspiration begain breaking out once more.

"You can do it, Shego," Andy said supportively.

"Here comes the head," Anne declared. "Oh boy! Sheila, stop pushing now!"

"What is it, Mom?" Kim said as she came up next to her mother.

"What's wrong, Doc?" Sheila said, a bit worried.

Anne frowned, turning to the side a bit to wipe her hand on a towel to the side. "Sheila, this one evidently picked up not only your glow but Andy's plant powers as well. And it looks like he feels threatened, because the vines are trying to stop things!"

Kim quickly asked the question she knew her mother was thinking. "Andy, does it hurt when that vine on your neck gets snipped?"

Andy suddenly looked a little panicked. "I…I don't know. It's never happened before. I mean, it didn't hurt when it got damaged after destroying that cannon on Warhok's ship, and it came back good as new a few minutes later. But I don't know whether or not it hurts if they intentionally get cut."

Anne turned towards her daughter. "Kim, use this scalpel and test it," she said as she handed the instrument to her.

Kim nodded. "Okay, Mom. Andy, can you extend it a bit?"

"S…s…sure," he replied nervously.

"Quickly, Andy!" Anne declared. "Time is a factor here!"

The blue-skinned man nodded, and willed the vine on his neck to go out a little bit. Kim gently grasped it, and made a quick cut through it. Then she glanced at him.

"Anything?"

"Nnnngg…no," he replied in surprise as the flower quickly regenerated. "I didn't feel a thing."

"Good enough for me," Anne replied. "Kimmie, dip that in the hot water and hand it back to me."

Kim did as she was told and then picked up a warm towel to receive the child. Anne quickly used her abilities as a brain surgeon to make a few key cuts to the vines, and the baby came the rest of the way out. There was a tense moment when the newborn didn't make a sound for a much longer period than its brother, but eventually the cry came. As Anne handed the baby to Kim to be cleaned off, she smiled.

"Official time—11:59 PM. Your boys just barely have the same birthday."

"Umm…Mom?"

"Yes, Kimmie?" Then she smiled. "Well, now, that is a surprise."

"What?" Sheila replied. "Don't tell me we've got another one coming."

Anne grinned. "No, but I think you might want to be sure you want to call this one 'Alex'."

"Why's that?" Andy replied.

Anne nodded to Kim, and the younger woman came around to the side of the bed opposite Andy, slowly opening the towel wrapped around the infant. Sheila and Andy looked at their second child, and both their eyes got wide.

"It's…a girl…" Sheila said in a soft whisper full of amazement.

Andy hugged her around her shoulders with one arm. "Well, we did say we wanted one of each. Guess someone was listening."

Sheila's face was full of wonder as Kim handed the little girl to her, and then retrieved the boy to hand him to her as well. Sheila sat there, one of her newborn children in each arm, and smiled softly.

"So totally worth it," she said adoringly. "Right, Andy?"

"What?" he said, a look of confusion on his face before it sunk in. "Oh, you mean the whole using the Reverse Polarizer. Yeah, I'd definitely say they're worth it."

Kim smiled as Anne put her arm around her. For some reason, seeing the new family before her made her forget for a moment that there were evil people in the world and that these two had once been a part of that.

"Good job, Mom," she said softly.

"You too, Kimmie," her mother replied.

Carmine Risatti growled in frustration as the helicopter made a landing at a deserted airstrip in Maine for a refueling stop before it continued to Venice. After all his careful planning, and even getting involved himself, the secret to the Godfrey formula had been lost when the warehouse went up. The fact that the majority of his thugs who hadn't managed to escape had survived the explosion, and that only a handful of them had been arrested, would normally have made his thoughts less bitter. However, two of those he had in his employ had perished either before the building was lost or during the destruction, namely Dr. Vincenzo, and the head scientist in Carmine's employ had been the only one to see any of the results of the serum's analysis. And unfortunately, the man had given the Don the wrong journal when they were evacuating.

"And all because of Team Possible," he snarled as he puffed angrily on a cigar. "Now I see why others are so annoyed by them."

Garbrelini spoke up. "We'll be refueled and ready momentarily, Don Risatti. And we have also received another report from Go City. Bork has been revealed as a spy, and has been arrested."

"Bene, si tratta semplicemente perfetto," Carmine growled in frustration. "Fourteen years of planning, and all it does is cost me a Go City operation and my top scientist, as well as a high-ranking informant on the Go City Police. I swear Team Possible will pay for this!"

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From their hidden position in the shadows a few feet away, a trio of figures frowned. One of them, however, had a much deeper frown.

"Ugh, I can't believe this," one of them spat in a frustrated whisper. "We finally get a legitimate threat in our area, and they're already focused on revenge against Possible and Stoppable. When will we catch a break?"

"Easy," another said with a hand on the first's shoulder, "we'll get our chance. After all, we have been at this longer. With all the dues we've paid, our time will come."

Bates grinned sinisterly as he went over the last notes his master had made before he'd been petrified. According to the notes on the Yono that Lord Fiske had left behind and the texts he and D.N. Amy had stolen so far, removing the Yono's curse would indeed be possible. And if things went well, it would strike a deep blow against that young man who annoyed Lord Monkey Fist so much.

"Ron Stoppable will never know what hit him," D.N. Amy said with maniacal glee. "And we'll get Monty-kins back with no trouble at all. Even that nasty Kim Possible can't stop us now."

"I agree," Bates replied nastily. "This time there will be no mistakes. Lord Monkey Fist will truly become the Ultimate Monkey Master!"

a/n

Well, the new chapter is up. And things seemed to have wrapped up nicely for now. Of course, now things with Bates and D. are starting to heat up again. And isn't Ron the "Ultimate Monkey Master"? What could these two be planning?

And who were the three spying on the Risattis?

For the answers to these questions and more, stay tuned for the next installment of G.V.U.: The Freshman Rush.

And as always, comments and reviews are more than welcome. :)

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Special props to reader101w, who managed to come up as "Review Number 300"!

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On a separate yet related note, I've finally submitted the first of my original fan pictures over at DevArt, as well as to the blog. On DevArt, I'm also known as AmericanGecko, while the blog can be reached by clicking the homepage link on my author page here. This tale isn't quite done, but if you head over to either site you'll be able to see a preview pic of the next story in this saga.