Tirza returned to base from his Shabbat leave and sat at a PC to email Monique, he had just returned with Sergei from seeing Ron and Bonnie in the hospital and wanted to send her the latest news.

The long distance couple had been sending each other photos and letters and emails ever since they had met in mid January. Tirza was head over heals in love with Monique and she to had fallen in love with Israeli medic, even if she didn't share his passion for Neil Diamond.

Tirza logged into the computer as Sergei looked on, "That will be two letters, three pictures, and the fourth email this week. If you ever do get to go to the United States, you two will have nothing to talk about."

He smiled, "I do not plan on doing much talking."

Sergei shook his head, "I do not want to hear it…I think I will go tell Bina that I am back from leave."

Triza laughed and called after the big man, "Oh and like she is really going to care."

Sergei turned to him as he reached the door, "I am making great headway with Bina, she no longer calls me the fat stupid one."

Tirza shook his head and said under his breath as Sergei walked out of the room, "Yes, now she just calls you bone head."

He stared at the blank browser screen trying to compose the thoughts in his mind, his English was improving but at times translating what he wanted to say and having it make sense in a letter or an email could be problematic for him.

"Monique Baby

I hope you are feeling well; I am fine but miss seeing your smiling face.

I have just returned from Ra'anana with Sergei, we visited Ronnie in the hospital.

He is doing well, they have him up and moving around, his fiancée Bonnie is with him.

Ronnie says to say 'Hi' to you for him so I will say it now, 'HI'.

It was good to see him; we were very worried when we heard he was wounded badly.

Bonnie says he will be having the stitches in his mouth removed on Monday and that they will be fitting him with a set of teeth to replace the ones he had lost in the fighting.

I think he may be coming home earlier than expected but I am not sure of these things.

I received your last letter and was made very happy to that you sent a picture of you when you was small.

You are cute little girl, I have sent you a picture that was taken of me at ten on the beach by the Dead Sea

I hope to be with you in May but may not be able to since the north is under missile threat again so we are back on alert.

I heard stories about what happened a few years ago and I would much rather go see you than go to war.

If we get the call I must go, I will think about you all the time so please do not forget me if we are called and I am unable to write to you for a while..

I make myself sad with such thoughts; I will end my message here.

I miss you and hope to see you soon.

As you end in your emails 4 ever yours.

Tirza."

-I-

Ron's room at the hospital was starting to look like a florist shop, flowers and get well cards were coming in from all over the country. He was surprised by the number of flowers and letters he was receiving from school children, he smiled as he looked at the hand drawn get well cards, "All those years with Kim saving the world and we get nothing...This is much better."

People wrote letters of encouragement and support and several of the parents of the children that he had rescued had dropped by to thank him. Those visits were always extremely emotional and draining for him but the visits were always much appreciated.

When Sergei and Tirza came to visit it was all he could do to keep from crying since he had not realized himself just how much he had missed his friends. They shared stories about what was happening at the border crossing and he had them laughing as he told them stories about his experiences with the Nahal and how much better soldiers the Golaini's were.

Bonnie had stayed with him in the hospital; her classes had been postponed due to the latest round of missile attacks against the north. She would sit quietly in the corner and watch Ron hold court.

She was also receiving lots of mail telling her how happy everyone was that Ron had not been killed and wishing them luck on their upcoming wedding. This had made her feel bad as there was to be no wedding for them since she had made the whole thing up to get Kim upset.

Bonnie had returned to her apartment briefly to pack a bag of clothes, she was going to stay with the Oster's until Ron was released from the hospital. She was keeping her promise of helping Ron return home to Kim by working with him on regaining mobility to his legs.

The going was difficult Ron's right knee was giving him problems and he was forced to hobble and it was frustrating to him to not have his body work for him the way that it used to.

The stitches were removed from his mouth and the swelling had left his face, his right arm was healing nicely. His legs were still heavily bandaged and the two tiny stitches were still in his cheeks and they would be removed soon.

Bonnie was doing many of the routine checks that a nurse would ordinarily perform. The hospital was training her to take care of Ron once he left the hospital, she was being instructed in not only the physical requirements but in the psychological situations that she would undoubtedly face as Ron's injuries began to heal.

They were doing an exercise the doctor had instructed them to do to try and get the circulation back into his legs. They would stand together and then Bonnie would make sure he could stand then she would walk to the other side of the room and have Ron try to walk to her.

"OK, Ron again." Bonnie coached as she stood several feet away from him with her arms out.

Ron put his left foot out and then picked up his right leg and put it down shakily. He made his way across the room slowly and then when he was near Bonnie he stumbled and grabbed hold of Bonnie for support.

This had been the third time he had done this and Bonnie was starting to get wise to Ron's antics as she pushed him off of her and sternly scolded him, "Get off me, Stoppable I said no sex and I meant it."

Ron blushed and smiled sheepishly, "Sorry Bonnie, just…enjoying the contact of a good woman again."

Bonnie narrowed her eyes, and pointed back towards the bed, "March your butt back over to the bed and we will do it again…Without the fall on Bonnie and cop a feel trick."

The trip back across the room went faster and turned and sat on the bed, "I'll be there in a moment, the knee is starting to hurt."

Bonnie nodded and walked back across the room and sat in a chair, "Is it time for a pain pill?"

He shook his head no as he lay back down in the bed, "Not for another hour."

She nodded and picked up an orange ball off of a table by the window and threw it at him, "Work with your hand for a while."

Ron chuckled and smiled, "I'd almost like to work off some…frustration with my hand but I'm afraid with you in the room Mr. Happy would get stage fright."

Bonnie blushed and shook her head, "Just squeeze the ball Ron."

Their attention was drawn to a knock on the door and it opened slightly and a tall, muscular man in an IDF uniform walked into the room, "I hope that I am not interrupting anything."

Ron saluted quickly, "No officer, Bonnie just wants to see me squeeze my ball."

The man returned the salute and looked perplexed until Ron held up his right hand and then it became clear, "Ah yes…I see."

Bonnie rolled her eyes, "RON"

The soldier smiled, "It is good to see you are in good spirits then, I am Colonel Jager with IDF Intelligence."

Ron nodded, "Intelligence is useful, I do not have any that is why I was blown up."

Colonel Jager smiled and looked at Bonnie, "I was wondering if I might have a few words with you in private?"

Bonnie stood up and walked to the door, "I'm going to get a bite to eat you want anything Ron?"

He thought about it, "I remember being on a rooftop wishing I had a bag of chocolate milk, if you can find it…I'd like one."

Bonnie nodded and left the room and Ron looked up at the Colonel, "I knew this was coming."

"What can I help you with today Colonel?"

The Colonel got right down to business, "There are questions about things that were found in the building where we found you…We found a number of dismembered bodies in the building, only they were dismembered in a way that we are unfamiliar with."

Ron nodded his head, "That is what I thought when I found them."

Colonel Jager lifted an eyebrow, "So you did not kill them then?"

Ron shook his head, "No"

The Colonel continued, "We also found 14 dead bodies inside a locked room, all shot at close range."

"I did do that, walked in the door and there they were." Ron said casually.

"How did you get into the room, the two doors that entered the room were both locked from the inside?" The Colonel asked soberly.

Ron waived a hand, "Ahhhhh…The one of the doors was open when I walked in, it must of locked when I closed it on the way out."

The Colonel nodded, "So you know nothing about the dismembered bodies?"

Ron shook his head, "No"

"What about the body in the bombed out building? The one where you took refuge after…you blew up the…ammo dump?" The Colonel asked carefully.

Ron shook his head, "No…I do not recall seeing a dismembered body."

The Colonel nodded, "Russian fellow, you killed a number of his friends."

Ron giggled nervously and scratched his chin, "My memory is kind of fuzzy on things that happened before the explosion."

The Colonel shook his head, "No…It is curious though that all the dismembered bodies that we recovered didn't lose any blood from their wounds, what ever weapon that was used on them sealed the wounds as it was cutting thru the bodies."

"Wow, sounds like a pretty fearsome weapon." Ron said in wonderment.

The Colonel nodded, "Indeed it does, The IDF of course thanks you for your service and I know the parents of the children are very grateful…I will leave you now so that you can get well…Thank you for your help."

The Colonel saluted and Ron returned his salute and watched as the Colonel left the room, "He didn't believe me…oh well."

Colonel Jager walked outside the room and nodded to Bonnie as she made her way back with Ron's chocolate milk. Bonnie smiled and returned the nod, "He doesn't look too happy."

-II-

Colonel Jager walked back to his car and sat in the front seat and placed a call, "Shalom, request line 6 secure, I would like to speak with Benjamin Kohn."

A female voice on the other side of the phone confirmed his instructions, "Line 6 secure, I shall transfer your call to Mr. Kohn."

There was silence and then a voice came on the line, "Tovia is that you?"

Colonel Jager smiled, "It is old friend."

"What did you find out, what did you learn."

Colonel Jager let out a breath, "He claims to know nothing, he claims to have found the bodies already dead."

There was a soft chuckle from the voice on the other end of the phone, "He is lying."

"Of course he is lying; he knows more than he is willing to tell." Colonel Jager told the man.

There was once again silence as the two men thought about how they should proceed, the voice on the phone broke the uneasy silence, "We have complications, there is a CIA case officer named Rosalyn Cortez that is most interested in why we are releasing so few details about Sgt. Stoppable's rescue and why we pulled out of Gaza as quickly as we did."

"Tell the CIA to go to hell, this is our business"

The voice became softer almost fatherly, "Easy Tovia, our conversations with Washington are cordial but they have no real clue as to what has happened here."

Colonel Jager rubbed the bridge of his nose, "It is hard to relax as often as the United States has…"

"Do you think he is suitable for our purposes?"

"…What…oh…yes, I would have to say yes but I do not like the idea of recruiting someone so young…He is…without a doubt kidon material." Colonel Jager confirmed.

"We shall give him a few more years to test his metal…Return to the Institute we will continue selecting the new personnel and we would like your input."

Once Benjamin Kohn was off the phone he leaned the chair back against the wall of his small office and examined the pictures he had hanging on the wall, "We will reform the kidon teams, we will return to the policy of targeted assassination and once again Mossad will return to greatness."

-III-

Bonnie handed Ron the bag of chocolate milk, "So how did your meeting go?"

Ron stabbed the Mylar bag with the straw, "Oh…OK, I guess."

Bonnie smiled, "I've got good news for you."

"Does it have anything to do with getting out of here?"

She nodded her head.

"And…What?" Ron said trying to guess what Bonnie was getting at.

Bonnie giggled, "They are going to release you tomorrow morning and I have my car finally."

Ron smiled, "Ahhhhhhhhh at last…I get to escape, return to Netanya and…"

"…and get fitted for those teeth." Bonnie finished.

He cringed and said sadly, "I'm too young for false teeth."

Bonnie shook her head, "It's only a partial plate Ron, no one will even know you have one…Now let's look at that arm."

Ron held up his arm for her and she looked at the dressings to look for blood seeping through. There was none so he had not tore any of his stitches out. She moved down to his hand, the color was returning to normal and his fingers had good color as well.

For the first time she noticed that Ron's index finger on his right hand was slightly crooked, 'What happened here?"

He looked at her and shook his head, "Where?"

"Your index finger, it's slightly crooked." Bonnie told him as she turned his hand over again.

Ron rolled his eyes, "Ohhhhhhhh….That…I broke that, along with my hand in a fight with Jarrod Masters the Monday after the Junior Prom."

Bonnie cringed, "I remember hearing about that, that was….right after I called you a…"

"…stupid little Jew." Ron said sadly.

She licked her lips and nodded, she was clearly embarrassed by the memory of what had happened nearly two years ago, "I…I'm so sorry about that…God, that was a horrible thing for me to say."

Ron smiled and said quietly as he looked into Bonnie's eyes, "It had a happy ending though, you found out you were Jewish and you became my friend."

Bonnie returned the smile, "I got home from school and Mom was yelling at Connie, 'You need to find you a nice Jewish boy and settle down'…"

They both began laughing as it was a phrase both of them were hearing a lot lately, "So I was all snarky and put my hand on my hips and I said, 'Who in their right mind would want a Stupid Jew for a boyfriend."

Bonnie grinned sheepishly as she finished the story, "Mom had kittens, 'Stupid Jew Girls like you that's who.' she said."

Bonnie began chuckling, "I'm not a Jew, I said defiantly…Mom calmed down and explained the whole Bat Mitzvah thing I went through when I was 12…I thought it was just a weird birthday party."

Ron started laughing, "You mean you never wondered why there was a distinct lack of Christmas presents around the house in December?"

Bonnie rolled her eyes, "I thought Mom and Dad were the biggest cheap skates in the world…Anyway with Lonnie and Connie around…I had a tendency to…get lost in the shuffle."

They were quiet, each thinking their own thoughts and then Bonnie frowned, "So you…I…caused your fight with Jarrod then?"

Ron laughed and shook his head, "Not exactly, I was reeling from your insult, I never had anyone attack my…our religion before and I didn't know what to do. So I retreated into the boy's room to get myself together."

He took a breath and looked at the ceiling before he continued, "Well, I was wondering why Kim didn't slap you silly but I guess she was as stunned as I was…"

Bonnie nodded, "Looking back on it, I'm surprised she didn't either."

Ron tilted his head and shrugged and continued on with his story, "Anyway…While I was in the restroom, the math guy what's his name?"

Bonnie watched him trying to remember the boys name and then it came to her, "Dauber…Stan Dauber."

"Yea…Stan Dauber…He was there along with a few other guys…Jerry Dean the Cross Country runner graduated a year before us…They were all saying that Kim was going to dump me and Dauber had worked it all out in mathematical terms and that we'd be thru by the end of the week." Ron said with vacant expression on his face

Ron shook his head trying to shake the memory but it just kept coming his voice steady but very distant, "So, I told them they don't know Kim and that she'd never do that to me...So I leave the restroom…My mind's blown by this time and then Jarrod Master's shoves me into my locker and my books go flying everywhere…and…then he told me what he was going to do to Kim…and…I…just had enough and I beat the hell out of him."

Bonnie nodded, "I remember Brick being all excited about it...I guess it was a bad day for you?"

He nodded and gazed out the hospital window, "I…I think…if that happened today…That I would kill Jarrod…I'd wipe that sneer off that dirty bastards face…I would…simply…kill him, twist his head around until I heard the neck the snap and I would let his lifeless body drop to the floor…No virgins for you." Ron said vacantly.

Bonnie giggled nervously as she heard the quiet menace in his voice, "Well Mr. Barkin wouldn't have appreciated the mess…Hey it had a happy ending…You got back together with Kim." She suggested trying to lighten Ron's mood.

"Two days later Kim dumped me…Once I had my hand in the cast…All the guys in the boy's room were right...and I was wrong." Ron said sadly as he turned his attention to his heavily bandaged right arm.

Bonnie watched Ron look at his arm and began to rub it while he made a fist with his right hand. She could see the fear blowing thru his mind like a ferocious wind that had just began to blow at a hundred miles an hour and the wind was blowing all his confidence away piece by piece.

She placed her hands on each side of his face and made him look her in the eyes, "RON, RON, Kim is not going to dump you; you are going to get well and go home to her…DO YOU HEAR ME?"

He blinked and chuckled nervously, "Yea…Sorry didn't mean to let my mind wonder like that."

There attention was once again drawn to a knock on the door, a head popped into the room. It was a paratrooper, complete with red beret and red jump boots, "Good day, sorry for the intrusion but I am Lt. Colonel Uzi Gimmel. I am with IDF Intelligence and if I might have a few words with Sgt. Stoppable alone if I may?"

Ron and Bonnie looked at one another and shrugged, Ron quickly saluted. Lt. Col. Gimmel returned the salute, "I promise it won't take very long."

Bonnie turned to face the man, "Someone else was hear earlier saying that they were from IDF Intelligence, and my fiancée talked to him…So now if you will leave us my fiancée would like to take a nap."

Lt. Col. Gimmel looked puzzled by the statement, "Another officer? Did he give you a name?"

Ron tried to remember, "Colonel...Jager?"

Bonnie nodded, "Yes that was the name."

Lt. Col. Gimmel began to sweat, "Ah yes...I know of this officer...He works...for the Defense Department."

Ron lifted an eyebrow, "Oh"

Bonnie looked to Ron and he shrugged and nodded, she then turned and began to leave the room, "You have ten minutes and then he is taking a nap."

Once Bonnie had left the room Lt. Col. Gimmel pointed to the door, "Is she normally this bossy?"

Ron smiled, "You have seen her on a good day."

Lt. Col. Gimmel nodded, "So where to begin? How are you feeling today?"

"Apart from the pain in my legs, not too bad." He answered truthfully.

"What can I help you with today?"

Lt. Col. Gimmel smiled as he began his interrogation, "There are questions about things that turned up in the building where we found you…We found a number of dismembered bodies in the building, only they were dismembered in a way that we are unfamiliar with."

Ron nodded his head, "As I told Col. Jager earlier, that is what I thought when I found them."

Lt. Col. Gimmel lifted an eyebrow, "So you did not kill them then?"

Ron shook his head, "Who...What are they doing? Maybe they're going to keep sending in more people to question me till I slip up?"

"No"

Lt. Colonel Gimmel continued, "We also found 14 dead bodies inside a locked room, all shot at close range."

Ron grinned and nodded, "I did do that, walked in the door and there they were...Fish in a barrel"

"How did you get into the room, the two doors were locked from the inside?" The man asked soberly.

Ron waived a hand and smiled, "Not tripping me up today I'm afraid."

"Ahhhhh…The door was open when I walked in, it must have locked when I closed the door on the way out."

The Lt. Colonel nodded, "So you know nothing about the dismembered bodies?"

Ron shook his head, "Nope"

"No"

"There was another body in the building you took refuge after…you blew up the…ammo dump?" The Lt. Colonel asked carefully.

Ron shook his head and answered coolly, "No…I do not recall seeing a dismembered body."

The Lt. Colonel tried to jog Ron's memory, "He appeared to be a big Russian fellow."

Ron giggled nervously and scratched his chin, "It does not sound familiar, are we sure we are talking about the same building?"

Lt. Colonel Gimmel shook his head, "Yes, same building…All of the dismembered bodies that were found had one thing in common, no blood lost from the severed limbs, what ever weapon that was used on them cauterized the wounds as it was cutting thru the bodies."

Ron looked concerned and scratched his chin, "This is like Deja-Vou all over again."

"Wow, sounds like a pretty fearsome weapon." Ron said in forced wonderment for the second time that day.

Lt. Col. Gimmel nodded, "Yes, Indeed it does...You would not happen to have information on such a weapon, say if the weapon should actually exist that is?"

Ron grinned, "Now Officer, do I look like the type of man that would know anything about a magical weapon? I tell you I wish I had such a weapon, it would have made life in Gaza much easier."

Bonnie walked back into the room and glared at the officer, "Ten minutes are up, hit the road, he needs his sleep."

Lt. Col. Gimmel frowned at Bonnie, "Well...I do not have any other questions at this time...You will of course call me if your memory should recover?"

"Yes Officer"

Ron saluted and Lt. Colonel Gimmel returned his salute and watched as the man left the room, "He didn't believe me either…oh well."

Once the officer left Bonnie turned the glare back on Ron, "Under the covers it is time to take a nap."

Ron smiled and saluted, "Yes Officer"

-IV-

Mr. and Mrs. Dr. P's. were getting ready for to leave for their respective jobs, they were each adorned in their matching white lab coats finishing up breakfast before they each noticed something strange going on at the table.

They each looked at one another and then at their daughter Kim, they became mesmerized by the strange behavior exhibited by their daughter and her extremely strange behavior. Mr. Dr. P. looked at his daughter, "Uh Kim?"

"No, no wait, I can do it this time." Kim said as she tried once again to balance a spoon on the end of her nose.

Mrs. Dr. P. looked at her husband and then back to her daughter, "Kimmie, why exactly is balancing a spoon on the end of your nose so important?"

"…I got it…opps, thought I had it there…my bad." Kim said as she picked the spoon back up and tried to balance the spoon on her nose again.

Mr. Dr. P. looked on, "You know it might be easier if you just glued that to your nose."

Kim looked up and smiled, "Shaaa, why didn't I think of that?" Then she gave her father a wink, "Guess that's why you're the rocket scientist of the family."

"Kim, why are you trying to balance a spoon on the end of your nose?" Her mother asked again.

She turned and looked at her mother, "Because…because I know I can do it and anything is possible for a Possible ain't that right daddy."

Mr. Dr. P. lifted an eyebrow, "Ain't?"

"Honey…You're going to be late for your classes…Maybe the…spoon can wait till dinner?" Her mother suggested.

"PEANUT BUTTER" Kim yelled as she leapt to her feet and made a dash for the cabinets.

Kim came back to the table with a jar of Peter Pan Peanut butter, "This should hold the spoon on my nose right daddy?"

Mr. Dr. P. looked at his wife, "Ummm…Sure Kimmie Cub, I mean after all it sticks to the roof of your mouth…I think it should have the adhesive characteristics necessary to temporarily cement a spoon to the end of your nose."

Kim nodded as she opened the jar, "Just what I was thinking…Except without all those big words."

She stuck the spoon in the peanut butter and scooped up a gob of the sticky concoction and carefully placed it on her nose and then she released the spoon, extended her hands and grinned broadly, "Ta Daaaaa"

The spoon held for about ten seconds before falling off her face, she put her elbows on the table rested her head in her hands and said rather dejectedly, "The spoon should have stuck, the problem vexes me so."

Mrs. Dr. P. got up from her chair and walked over to Kim and put a hand on her shoulder, "Kim, your father and I love you dearly but we need to know…Are you using drugs?"

Kim glared at her mother, "MOM"

Mrs. Dr. P. smiled, "I know there's lots of peer pressure out there to use them and well…Me and your father did some pretty far out things when we were in college…"

Mr. Dr. P. cleared his throat loudly and waived a hand indicating that his wife should not continue with her conversation, Mrs. Dr. P. glared at him, "Jim I wasn't going to tell her about when we dropped acid and followed the Grateful Dead around for a summer."

Mr. Dr. P. threw his paper in the air and pushed his chair back and left the conversation. Kim giggled nervously, "You guys didn't…you know…really…do that did you?"

Mrs. Dr. P. had a dreamy look in her eyes as she remember their summer of love, "Did we actually drop LSD into our eyes from a visine bottle, travel around the country in your father's beat up old Ford Econoline van, wrestle naked in the mud, make wild passionate love on the ground while listening to a bunch of old men trying to relive their glory days on stage…Afterwards when the show was over we'd hose each other off naked in Smarty Mart parking lots all across the country for four exhilarating mind expanding months…"

Kim gasped, "MOM"

Mrs. Dr. P. regained her composure being mindful of where she was and who she was talking to, straightened her lab coat, "Nooooo of course not honey, forget I even mentioned that you were conceived at one of those concerts so we had to get off the road, get married and find real jobs."

Kim's eyes doubled their size, "NOOOO WAYYYY"

Mrs. Dr. P. laughed, "Gotcha, now clean that peanut butter off your nose and go to school."

Kim laughed and wiped her nose off, "You had me going there…You were kidding right?"

Mrs. Dr. P. smiled and picked up her car keys, "Have to go late for work."

"Mom…Mom…No…You were kidding…Right?" Kim asked as her mother walked out the door.

Kim sat in the chair, "She was kidding."

The kitchen door opened and her father burst into the room, "Did your mother leave for work yet?"

Kim nodded, Mr. Dr. P. frowned, "I wanted her opinion on something."

"Ask me, I'm sure I can help." Kim said happily.

Mr. Dr. P. smiled, "There's a 1972 Ford Econoline van on ebay for sale and I was thinking about putting in a bid on it…Ahhhh Your mother and I had some good times in that old van before you were born Kimmie Cub…Shame I can't remember too many of them."

Kim's smile vanished, "I have to go to school now."

Mr. Dr. P. smiled and nodded, "School is important and quit doing drugs that stuff can really screw with your head…Not that…I or your mother would have any first hand practical knowledge of this of course."

Kim giggled weakly and waived as she left the house, "Great…It might not be the truth ray that makes me goofy from time to time…It might be my trippy, far out parents."

Kim sat behind the wheel of the car, "Mom was kidding."

-V-

The next morning was sunny and warm, April was shaping up to be a lovely month in Israel, Bonnie thought as she loaded up her car with Ron's stuff from the Gaza raid. Ron was going to finish his healing in her apartment. She was secretly glad that Ron would be there because she would not have to endure the missile attacks alone any longer.

Eli Oster was helping to load up Ron's weapons, "He sure has a lot of guns and knives."

Bonnie wrinkled her nose at the AK47 in her trunk, "I do not like guns, they frighten me."

Eli nodded, "That is something you will have to work out with your future husband."

Bonnie frowned, "Yes…I suppose it is."

Ron was wheeled to the front door of the hospital in a wheel chair; Sima and Sharon Oster were with him. Sima smiled happily, "Can I ride in the car with Bonnie and Ron back to Netanya?"

Sharon shook her head, "I think Bonnie would like to be alone with Ron for the trip back to her apartment."

Ron chuckled, "I do not think Bonnie would mind very much, it just a matter of finding a hole in the back seat with all the plants back there."

Bonnie walked over to help Ron out of the wheel chair to help him to her car, "What's so funny now?"

Ron smiled, "Sima wants to ride back to Netanya with us and I said good luck on trying to find a spot with all the flowers in the back seat."

Bonnie chuckled in agreement, "She can ride but she has to find her a spot in the backseat."

Sima quickly ran ahead and opened the back door of the car and began moving plants and flowers into the back seat of her parent's car. Sharon laughed, "Looks like you two will have a passenger."

Eli walked over, "Sima is to ride with you then I take it…We will follow you up to Netanya and help you get settled in."

Ron stood and Bonnie grabbed an arm to steady him. Ron gave her a glare, "I am not a cripple."

Bonnie glared right back, "I do not want you falling and denting the car with your hard head."

Ron chuckled, "Yes officer" Then he turned to the Oster's, "Thank you; I do not know what would have become of me if it wasn't for your help."

Sharon waived dismissively at Ron, "It was no trouble at all, now let's help you to the car."

"I do not think I need…" Ron was saying as he took a step and his right leg began to tremble, "Alright maybe just a little help."

The drive to Netanya was short, Ron was enjoying being out of the hospital and out in the sunlight of a beautiful spring day in April, the weather was warm and he sat back in the seat of the car and just let the warmth radiate through his body.

Bonnie would look over from time to time and smile and shake her head as she watched Ron basking in the sunlight, "Shame to have to give him back to Kim."

Sima would point out various points of interest and Ron just kept his eyes closed and said, "Hmmm" or "Oh" to make it appear that he was paying attention or was even remotely interested.

When they returned to Bonnie's apartment they helped Ron onto her couch and unloaded both cars. Eli came in carrying Ron's weapons and Bonnie held up a hand, "Closet, I do not want them where I can see them."

Ron laughed, "You never complained about me bringing in my rifle before."

She turned and glared at him, "Because I knew that the rifle would be leaving and would not be hanging around the apartment like…toys for boys."

Once the cars were unloaded Bonnie walked with the Oster's back to their car, "Thank you for putting up with us these past weeks….I know it has been stressful."

Sharon smiled, "It was no trouble, happy to help…Don't let him push you around now and stay firm with him on those exercises."

Bonnie giggled, "I am the one who does the pushing around here."

They said their goodbyes and Bonnie retuned to her apartment to find Ron asleep on the couch. She tapped him on the arm, "Would you be more comfortable in the bedroom?"

Ron's eyes fluttered, "Any place is better than the hospital."

They sat and watched television for a while and then Bonnie made Ron get to his feet and started him walking around the apartment, "Remember we go to the doctor tomorrow to get the stitches out of your face and then to an dental specialist to have you fitted for a lower plate."

Ron groaned, "I don't want false teeth."

Bonnie didn't like hearing no so she quietly took Ron's arm and asked him a simple question, "Do you think Kim will prefer a toothless Ron or a Ron that looks like he has all his teeth."

He immediately understood what she was getting at, the more normal he could appear the easier it would be Kim to accept his other wounds, "I...I'll get fitted for the plate."

Bonnie patted him on shoulder, "Thought you'd see it that way, now march."

Ron smiled and began to shuffle forward, "Yes Officer."

There was a knock on the door and Bonnie answered it, in the door way was a young private who looked at Bonnie nervously, "Message for Lieutenant Stoppable."

Bonnie turned to Ron, "I swear you get more visitors."

Ron walked as best he could over to the door, "Yes?"

The private quickly saluted, "Lt. Stoppable, I have your orders from General Tova."

Ron blinked and returned the salute, "Lieutenant?"

"There must be some mistake; I have only arrived home from hospital today?"

Ron opened the envelope and read the message"

"Sergeant Ronald Stoppable

Currently unassigned, you are hereby brevetted to the rank of Second Lieutenant and ordered to report in 10 days from date of receipt of these orders to report to the office of Major General Moshe Ben Tova no later than 09:00 hours at Camp Bezeq.

Request immediate response.

Major Ronald Ben Gila

Israeli Defense Force Northern Command

Golani Brigade, Gideon Division, Office of Central Communications"

Ron looked up at the private, "Immediate Response?"

The Private nodded, and Ron licked his lips and looked around, "How do I do that?"

"You give me your reply to take back to General Tova." The private told him happily.

Ron nodded his head, "Ummmm, Yes, uhhhhh..."

The private snickered, "One generally starts out 'My compliments to General Tova'."

Ron narrowed his eyes on the private, "I am new to this it is not like I do it everyday...Fine, yes, umm: My compliments to General Tova, I shall report on..." Ron squinted at the private as he tried to remember what the date is and then suddenly remembered, "April 18th as per your orders...How's that."

The young private smiled and nodded his head, "Fine Officer, and if I may say sir, speaking not only for myself but for the whole Golani brigade...Excellent job in Gaza City sir, the 135 Palestinians you killed single handedly is an inspiration and we know you are looking forward to going to Lebanon with us to kill Hizbullah and Iranians."

Ron swallowed hard and nodded his head, "I just want to go home."

"Yes, I can not wait...Thank you Private...?"

The Private straightened up and saluted proudly, "Private Saul Mauldin."

"Thank you Private Mauldin."

The young private saluted smartly and Ron returned it and then he was off to deliver Ron's message, "I haven't even been in the army a year and he looks so young...I can't be that much older than him...weird."

Bonnie put a hand on his shoulder, "What is it?"

Ron chuckled in disbelief, "They want me to report for duty in ten days."

"That's insane, you can barely walk." Bonnie exclaimed.

Ron nodded, "I have ten days to get ready...I'm sure once they see how banged up I am they'll give me a deferment and then I can go back to Middleton."

-VII-

Kim attended her classes but found it hard to concentrate, for some reason the only thing she could think about was new and unique ways of attaching a spoon to her nose and if the twins would mind if Rufus hung out with her for a while.

Once classes were done for the day she put her books up in the trunk of her car and headed for her job at the Space Center, she had not used the chair since the night Ron was wounded and was ready to check in on him and see how he was doing.

She had tried the Kimmunictor but it wasn't working, nor could she get a hold of Wade to fix it, "I wish I could talk to Ron and see how he's doing; Mrs. Stoppable said he was hurt pretty bad but that he should recover."

She entered Dr. Wong's office and found her there waiting for her, "Kim have a seat, I need to discuss a few things with you."

Kim sat down and Dr. Wong began briefing her about what she had just discovered, "Would you like the good news or the bad news?"

Kim shifted nervously in her seat, "Bad...I guess."

Dr. Wong nodded, "We can't use the chair any longer because of some unforeseen side effects that I've discovered."

"What sort of side effects?" Kim asked nervously.

Dr. Wong folded her hands in front of her and sat on the edge of the desk, "I need to ask you a question, how are your grades at school doing?"

Kim shrugged, "I'm going OK, 'B's' and 'C's' mostly."

"Are those the grades you normally receive?"

Kim thought about it, "No...I normally get 'A's' and 'B's' but this is college level work not high school."

"What kind of grades did Ron receive when he was in high school?"

Kim shrugged, "He carried a gentlemanly 'C' average, he had a smattering of 'B's' and 'A's' here and there."

"Have you found yourself acting strangely of late...Doing things that are uncharacteristic of the way you normally are?"

She thought about it, "Would trying to balance a spoon on your nose for an hour and a half be considered strange?"

Dr. Wong nodded, "I'd have to give that a big yes."

"So why can't we use the chair anymore?"

Dr. Wong walked over to the window and looked outside, "It appears that every time we have used the chair more and more of your traits are being transferred to Ron and his traits in return are transferred to you."

Kim sat up in the chair and blinked and then slapped her forehead, "Duh' I should have thought of that myself."

Dr. Wong nodded, "But there is some good news, I think we can reverse the transfer."

Kim nodded, "I thought he was being too aggressive and using too many multi syllable words...How do we reverse it, I want it done now."

Dr. Wong pulled in her head sheepishly, "Well here's the tricky part, we need Ron in the chair."

Kim was crestfallen, "I...I don't know if Ron will do it...I still haven't told him about the experiments."

Dr. Wong tapped the side of her head, "It's the only way I know of to replace the marbles that were transferred."

Kim slumped in the chair and gave her famous puppy dog pout, "I...I want my marbles back."

--A/N--

Sorry for the delay, real life keeps rearing it's ugly head in my direction these days. Thanks for your emails and reviews of my stories, I really appreciate them. It's time now to get this story rolling again and see how much more trouble Ron and Kim can get into.