Author's note:

Hey, everyone, I hope you are all well (I am not atm, lol). So, here it is, at long last, the jailbreak chapter. Again, it is only a single chapter update. I honestly did not plan on doing three single chapter updates in a row, it just sort of happened and I promise that I'll get back to two-plus chapters come next update. I'd like to explain how I decided on what must seem like a completely random number of chapters for each update, however, I suspect you are all anxious to get to the actual chapter, so I'll leave that for another time.

The chapter title this time: Jailbreak, Jailbreak, Jailbreak! is a reference to the ACDC song Jailbreak. And, of course, a reference to Ru-Ru, who started yelling that particular phrase at Kim back in chapter nine.

Thank you all for your support and I hope you all enjoy this long-awaited scene. So, without any further delay, I give you chapter eleven: Jailbreak, Jailbreak, Jailbreak!

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Chapter Eleven: Jailbreak, Jailbreak, Jailbreak!

Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!

Kim Possible had never felt more uneasy or unsure when pulling on her battle suit; ever. Not even the very first time, when Dr Drakken had actually pulled off a serious take over the world plot with his Lil' Diablos. She zipped up the front of the suit, followed by her boots and then strapped the blue gadget belt around her waist.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. I can't do this. I'm a hero. I put supervillains in jail, not break them out.

Her hand quivered as her fingers refused to leave the belt clasp and her gaze met with that of Ru-Ru. The naked-mole-shark was perched atop her desk, dressed in a black ninja Gi. She'd got quite the surprise when the custom order from HenchCo had arrived that afternoon. When she had quizzed him about it, giving him the whole hands on hips and stern expression routine, it transpired that he had both memorized Shego's credit card details and ordered it the day before she'd gone to visit her rival. Either it had been sheer optimism on his part, or he'd known that, sooner or later, she would cave on the issue of breaking the green-skinned woman out.

"I can't do it, Ru-Ru," she said in anguish, "this goes against everything I'm supposed to stand for."

The naked-mole-shark looked pointedly at her and simply uttered, "Shego!"

Kim let out a long sigh, memories of seeing her rival yesterday filling her mind. All personal feelings and needs aside, the manner in which the green-skinned woman was being treated was unquestionably cruel and inhumane. If I don't do this, if I do nothing and leave her to that fate, I'm condoning GJ's actions. And there is no other option that will work quickly or not cost me something I'm unwilling to pay. She looked at Ru-Ru again. "You're right. If I leave her in there, I'm no better than Betty and that Captain Brooks."

The naked-mole-shark nodded emphatically, "uh-hu, uh-hu, GJ bastards."

She frowned at his use of the expletive but nevertheless nodded in agreement. "Ok, let's do this."

A wide grin that showed off all of his razor-sharp shark teeth formed on Ru-Ru's face and he hopped down from the desk and scuttled up her leg and into the belt pouch of her battle suit. "Charge!" he yelled, before closing the flap over.

Kim could not help but grin at the creature before he disappeared. She then went to her desk and picked up the gadgets she'd selected for the job, hoping that she wouldn't need anything else. The first was a combined ear and eyepiece with a blue lens. It linked in with the battle suit and served as both Kimmunicator and scanner. The second, a combined stealth-camo and heat signature suppression band. While the battle suit had both features as standard and could virtually turn her invisible to both the naked eye, thermal and sonar scanners, it would not be able to do the same for Shego. And given the state her rival had been in yesterday, Kim had a bad feeling that she might have to carry the woman out, which would be a lot easier if the guards couldn't detect her. The only snag was that the device had a short time limit before the power cell burnt out. She'd have roughly five minutes to get Shego out of her cell, across the yard and over both the inner and outer walls before she became visible. The third and final device was not of Wade's construction, rather something she'd had the Tweebs cook up for her when she'd moved back to Middleton; a personal jamming device. Given that she wore her Kimmunicator virtually everywhere and it had a unique electronic signature (she had the only active model), she'd figured that someone other than Wade, who had the right technical know-how, might be able to track her movements. And there were times when she wanted to go under everyone, including Wade's radar.

Heh, I typically only use this when I go out for a drink and don't want Wade passing my location to Monique and her friends. However, I'm not taking any chances. GJ certainly have people who could figure out how to track my tech without Wade's knowledge and I don't want him knowing where I've been either. And I can't leave anything that might link me to Shego's escape… my altercation with Captain Brooks yesterday was bad enough. Kim had thought about her conversation with the Captain and in hindsight regrated not simply smiling and telling the woman she had been doing a fabulous job at keeping Shego and the other villains incarcerated. However, even if the woman did try to pin the blame on her, she was willing to bet that Dr Director would never entertain the notion. She might be at loggerheads with the head of GJ at present, but she'd given Betty zero reason to doubt her commitment to stopping supervillains and sending them to jail. Her exploits of two weeks ago, which included sending Shego to prison in the first place, more than a testament to that fact.

Kim activated the jamming device and slipped both it and the stealth-camo band into her belt pouch beside Ru-Ru. She then picked up the scanner, powered it on and hooked it onto her left ear. The device quickly calibrated itself, gave her a brief readout of the battle suits status; everything normal and then defaulted to standard vision. Satisfied, Kim shouldered a small backpack that contained a change of clothes for Shego, activated the suits stealth mode and made her way to the main living area. She was taking zero chances tonight, given this mission had the highest personal stakes she'd ever faced. She didn't fear death, however, a cage, the fate that probably awaited her should she be caught, terrified her. To that end, no one would see her leave the apartment, get into the Sloth or indeed see her car drive off. A Tweeb designed hologram, which could trick both the naked eye and the building security cameras, taking the vehicles place.

Entering her living room, Kim headed straight for the balcony and stepped outside into the warm night air; it was just after nine pm. Closing the door behind her, she locked the apartment and activated its security system. As far as anyone would be able to tell, she'd arrived home late yesterday evening and not left since. Climbing up onto the balcony ledge, she turned around, shot the battle suit's integrated grapple up at the roof and silently abseiled down the side of the building. She landed on the sidewalk without making a sound and easily weaved around the clueless pedestrians and down into the building's undercroft. When she reached the Sloth, she used her suit to unlock the car and simultaneously activate its cloaking device and the hologram. She wasted no time in climbing in and starting the engine in stealth mode; depositing the backpack on the back seats.

Ru-Ru hopped out of her belt pouch, onto the passenger seat and rubbed his little paws as he sat down. "Vroom-vroom, Kimmie," he uttered with delight.

She laughed, "sorry, Ru-Ru, but this baby won't be making a sound until I get us out onto the highway." To demonstrate her point, she guided the Sloth out of the bay without so much as a hint of tire squeal. "Ok, let's go get Shego."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah," Ru-Ru replied, doing his best Muttley impersonation.

Silently, Kim guided the Sloth out into the Middleton night, still unsure about the morality of what she was about to do, but certain that she needed to do it.

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"Lights out!" the voice of Lieutenant Boyle barked, seconds before all the lights within cellblock D went out.

Shego closed over A storm of swords, reached down and placed it atop the nightstand she shared with Bonnie. She then flopped her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes. She lasted all of five seconds before she had to blow her nose. Dragging the course toilet paper over the green-raw crags of her nostrils felt like she was scraping them with sandpaper, alas she had no choice. Rolling over onto her side; facing the wall, she closed her eyes again. This time she managed seven seconds before she had to wipe away more snot that had started to leak out of her nostrils. She took a long breath in through her nose, physically sucking the mucus up her nasal passageways and for a full thirty seconds managed to negate the need to blow. Then she sneezed.

"Urgh, seriously, are you going to be making so much noise all night?" Bonnie called out from beneath her.

Shego tried to laugh but ended up having to blow her nose again. "Like you can talk. I might have been zombified, but I can remember your snoring perfectly well. You sound like a rusty lawnmower making out with a weedwhacker."

There was a loud, "hmph," from the lower bunk, but Bonnie did not say another word on the matter.

Rolling over again, Shego tried for a third time to get comfortable, but it was no good. Ironically, she felt hot and sticky, with sweat rolling down the back of her t-shirt. While the prisoners often kept their jumpsuits on for warmth, given how thin the blankets were, she'd already stripped hers off before climbing into bed straight after dinner. When the need to blow her nose struck again, she did so, then tore off two strips of toilet paper and stuffed one up each nostril. Urgh, I hate having a fucking cold. Why couldn't my glow make me immune to that instead of seeing alcohol as a poison? She laughed internally, heh, even a weird alien superpower succumbs to the common cold. I guess that virus really is one persistent bastard.

"Speaking of things that are persistent…"

Shego groaned at the sound of the voice she associated with Miss Go putting the thought into her mind. I'm ill, so am not doing this right now. Unfortunately, being ill was exactly why she would have to endure another internalised debate with herself; it was preventing her from falling asleep. Can't this wait till I'm feeling better?

"Sorry, Cupcake, but that letter arrived today and your mind is back to normal, so you don't have a choice in the matter," Miss Go said airily. "Unless you simply want to open it and save yourself the trouble."

Not going to happen, Shego bit back. I don't care what she thinks of me.

"We both know that's a lie," Miss Go replied, her tone calm. "If you wholeheartedly did not care, you wouldn't be having this debate. Seriously, your mind gets zombified for a week or sp and you forget how this works? I don't know whether or not I should feel insulted."

Given that I hate myself for how messed up that serum makes my brain, you probably do. I am you and all that crap.

"You can't blame yourself for succumbing to something that is deliberately designed to debilitate you."

It's been administered to me enough times that I should be able to better fight against it, Shego growled.

"But you have," Miss Go said in a placating tone. "You've got your glow back in less than two weeks. Last time it took you months."

It took a visit from Kimmie to make that happen, Shego said, her voice laced with resentment.

"You were making progress before Brooks put you in the hole."

Yeah, and even that was because of Kimmie. Face it, If she hadn't shown up, I'd be stuck back at square one after being let out of the hole, she said in annoyance.

Miss Go did not provide a counter-argument and for a few minutes of silence, Shego thought she was about to be left alone to suffer her cold until exhaustion finally claimed her. Only for her devil's advocate to return to the original point of discussion, "so, what are you going to do about that letter?"

Shego tried to suck in a breath, but a collection of mucus at the back of her throat caused her to gag. A loud gurgled grunt escaped from her mouth as she tried to take in air, before a reflex reaction forced her to snort the wads of tissue out of her nostrils. Gratefully, she took as deep a breath as she could through her nose and then spat the mucus out into another piece of tissue. Yuck! Her nose then promptly began to run with a vengeance.

"So, what about that letter. Aren't you at least a little curious about what it says?" Miss Go prompted again.

No, Shego fired back and blew her nose again. I already told you, I don't care what she thinks about me.

"Are you so sure that she'll judge you for your life choices?"

Well, doy, of course she will. Don't you remember the last conversation I had with her regarding my life choices?

Miss Go hesitated a little before she replied, "yes... However, there is every possibility that she's changed her point of view in the subsequent years."

A laugh of derision almost escaped from behind Shego's lips, do you even hear yourself? Have you forgotten how much of a bitch she was to me back then? There is no way she's changed her mind.

"Then why has she written to you every time you've been in jail?"

I don't know and I don't care, Shego spat and then promptly had to blow her nose.

When she had finished dealing with yet another snot bomb, Miss Go continued, "think about it logically, if she wanted to cut you off completely, she wouldn't have written at all. And if she simply wanted to criticize your life choices, she would have done so in her first letter and never needed to send another. Meaning..."

...meaning I don't give a shit, Shego swiftly cut in and deliberately rolled over again; a physical display that she considered the matter closed.

"Ok..." Miss Go began carefully, "...she's still too much of a touchy subject at the moment. That's fine, we can come back to her at a later date. Now, what about Kimmie? Have you given any more thought as to what you're going to do in regards to her once you get out of here?"

URGH! Shego groaned internally. Are you making up for lost time or something? Her point was probably fairly close to the mark. She'd spent almost two weeks with barely a moment in her right mind and so had a backlog of things to try and process. The arrival of today's letter simply adding to her already full inbox.

"Something like that. So, Kimmie, where do you want to start?"

Shego groaned again and blew her nose. This was going to be one very long night.

##

Kim had gotten out of Middleton and about five minutes down the highway before the seeds of doubt pertaining to her current course of action had reared their ugly heads again. And as the Sloth rapidly ate up the miles between herself and Shego, things had only gotten worse.

"Ok, so out of all the bad ideas you've had in your entire life, this one takes the gold without contest," the voice of her younger self; Kimmie said in exasperation.

The image of herself from five years ago; dressed in her old Club Banana blue capris and green vest, formed inside Kim's mind and she fully understood why. Kim from five years ago had been so sure of herself, of where she stood and had an unwavering iron will backing up her stringent black and white morals. However, time and experience had started to loosen that grip. Indeed, the recent revelation about her sexuality had obliterated something so fundamental about her being that she couldn't help but question everything she stood for.

It's not about whether or not it's a good idea, it's about doing what's right, Kim replied, trying to sound convinced about that fact.

"Breaking a supervillain out of jail is not right," Kimmie countered.

It is when the individual in question is not being treated like a human being, Kim fired back.

"No, it's not! You're being completely reactionary. In fact, this is Ron level reactionary!"

I am not being reactionary, Kim insisted, as she shifted the Sloth onto the opposite side of the carriageway, so she could zoom past a law-abiding motorist.

"What part of this is not reactionary?" Kimmie yelled at her. "You saw Shego yesterday, which I might add; you should never have done, and are now away to break her out of jail, just because you thought they were being a little harsh on her."

Infuriated by her younger self's take on the situation, she swerved back into her lane and floored the gas pedal. You call that a little harsh! Kim said incredulously. They had her bound tighter than protons in an atom and drugged out of her mind to the point that she could barely tell I was there. Not to mention that they'd kept her in solitary confinement for days on end. If that's what you call a little harsh, I'd hate to see your idea of brutal.

"Ok, fine, maybe they're being a bit cruel to her. However, that doesn't justify you breaking her out."

Then what would justify me breaking her out?

"Nothing," Kimmie replied firmly, as though this answer should have been obvious. "She's a supervillain and belongs in jail." There was a moment of silence before the girl continued, "however, I know exactly why you're doing this."

And why is that? Kim spat in annoyance. She was getting more than a little fed up of the perpetual arguments with herself.

"This has nothing to do with the morality of what's happening to Shego and everything to do with your selfish desire to talk to someone about being a lesbian," Kimmie answered, contempt lacing her tone. And Kim knew that some of the derision was due to the small part of her that still wanted to reject her sexuality. Then, like she was purposefully trying to add insult to injury, Kimmie added, "I remember a time when you would never have put your personal feelings ahead of your duty as a hero."

This is not about me! Kim cried. However, she knew it wasn't strictly true. Despite the human rights violations surrounding Shego, she very much had a personal stake in tonight's mission. If all went well and her rival was willing, she'd have the outlet for her questions, fears and concerns about being a lesbian that she desperately needed. She remained silent for several miles before she finally said, ok, so maybe part of this is about me.

"It should never be about you," Kimmie answered, tone laced with venom. "You have a duty as a hero and to stray from that will lead you down a slippery slope."

I can't help the fact I might benefit from this and it will not change who I am or what I stand for, Kim protested. Besides, what would you have me do, break her out but not ask for her help?

"I'd have you leave her where she belongs."

That's not an option.

"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you. I would never have broken any villain out of jail, let alone Shego, ever!" Kimmie said, her words holding a firm finality.

That was the end of her latest internalised argument, for which Kim was rather thankful. However, Kimmie's final words continued to haunt her as the Sloth gobbled up even more miles of the quiet interstate. Eventually, she couldn't stand it anymore and turned on the stereo. Selecting Paramore's Riot! album; a recent acquisition she'd become enamoured with, she turned it up loud. The slamming guitars and bass, coupled with the thunderous rhythm of the drums helped to distract her as she ventured on into the ever-increasing darkness of the night.

##

It was just after half-past-midnight, when Kim finally brought the Sloth to a standstill, about half a mile from the imposing walls of the penitentiary. Even in the dead of night and without the aid of the stray light from the large searchlights, she would still have been able to make them out; they were that daunting. With the car already in full stealth mode, she left the engine running, in case she needed to either move it remotely or make a hasty getaway.

Kim turned to Ru-Ru, who was rubbing his little paws in anticipation. "Stay here," she said in a firm, no-nonsense tone.

The naked-mole-shark began to hop up and down and mutter a string of unintelligible curses, clearly unhappy at not getting to take part in the action.

She fixed him with a deadly serious glare. "Do you want me to break Shego out or not?"

"Uh-hu, uh-hu," he replied and nodded his head.

"Then stay here. I'm going to be risking my butt out there and need to limit the number of things that are out with my control. And you are definitely out with my control."

Ru-Ru gave her a wide grin but did not try to follow her as she climbed out of the car.

Even with her stealth-camo active, Kim took her time and tread lightly towards the prison walls. Using her eyepiece, she zoomed in on the structure and began a detailed scan. It took her a full five minutes to build up an accurate map of the place; including the locations of all the defensive weaponry. Damn, this place is virtually a fortress. And Aside from Shego, I doubt any of the inmates could escape by themselves and it would take some serious firepower to breach it from the outside to instigate a jailbreak. However, that's the securities major weakness; it's designed to repel a large assault while trusting that no one on the inside could acquire the tools for a one-man breakout. It's not designed to stop a single, highly skilled individual with the right gear, from breaking in. Unfortunately, that's going to be the easy part. If Shego's in the same state as yesterday, I'll be pushing it to get her out before the stealth-camo band gives out.

She was only about two-hundred yards away from the outer wall now and her heart had already started to hammer inside her chest; like it was a drum from one of the tracks on Riot! Get a grip of yourself, Possible. You're completely undetectable. They literally will not see you coming. That thought didn't help matters. She could still hear the echo of Kimmie telling her that she would never have done this a few years ago. Life's not that simple and things are not either black or white, there's a whole scale of grey in between. On that point, I'll agree with Captain Brooks. Breaking Shego out defiantly falls into the shades of grey category... and unlike what GJ is doing to her; it's a shade of grey I'm willing to accept.

Kim changed the setting on her eyepiece and began scanning for life. Naturally, she found the place full of indistinguishable individuals and one with unique physiology. Found you! She had to alter her course and skirt around to the eastern side of the complex to get a direct line between herself and Shego's cell; the woman was on the second floor. The Kimmunicator quickly plotted her route, calculated the distance and give her a time frame. Ok, so based on the idea I have to carry her out, I'll get between fifty to one-hundred yards beyond the outer wall before the stealth-camo band dies. While it may have been paranoia, that was far closer than she wanted to bring the Sloth. Linking with the car's interface, she plotted a course that would bring it around to the eastern side of the prison; five-hundred yards from the outer wall and sent it on its way. If needs be, she'd have it meet her on her way out.

With great trepidation, Kim crossed the final few yards to the towering mass of grey concrete. Even though she should be completely undetectable to the naked eye and any type of scanner, she took no chances and waited until the searchlights from both watchtowers were facing away from her before raising her hand and shooting the battle suits integrated grapple at the top of the wall. Ok, no going back now. Let's do this thing. Cautiously, Kim scaled the wall, trying to minimise the noise she made as much as possible. Ultimately, it was child's play for her and it took little time to reach the top. Her hand immediately found a fistful of razor-wire as she pulled herself up and had she not been wearing her battle suit, it would have been torn to shreds. She felt a slight tingling in her fingers; a sign that the wire was also electrified. The Kimmunicator had picked up on this fact, but she'd paid it little head, for her suit could dissipate that level of current.

Pulling herself up atop the outer wall, Kim took a moment to breathe and did a quick scan of the facility and its security systems. Ok, doesn't look like they're any the wiser to my presence. While she had not expected them to be able to detect her, she found the readings from the scanner reassuring nonetheless. Heh, I actually feel a little nervous. Her mind had to go way back to the summer before her freshman year of high school to find the last time she'd felt like this while on a mission. Granted, the mission in question had been no ordinary one and ironically, she'd had a personal stake in it too. Had she not been perfect that day, while under the intense scrutiny of her parents, her hero career would have been over before it had even truly begun. Another irony, for if she made a single slip up tonight and GJ were able to identify her, she'd face the same fate and possibly even a bunk next to Shego's.

Kim swatted the memory from her mind, got to focus. Using the Kimmunicator, she sliced into the facilities security system to deactivate the laser grid between the two walls and trick it into thinking it was still active. The whole process taking her almost a full minute. When her scanner finally read that it was offline, she fired the grappleat the top of the inside wall, jumped from her perch and soared towards it. Her boots hit the concrete, but absorbed the shock; a light scraping sound the only noise produced. She internally cursed it anyway and quickly climbed to the top; her hands again meeting with a crown of electrified razor wire, which caused her no issue. She did another scan; all clear, then reactivated the laser grid. While it was tempting to leave it offline to save precious time on the way out, she did not dare risk it. If someone saw through her ruse, they'd almost certainly trigger the alarm, making her escape infinitely more difficult. Wasting no more time, Kim turned around and slowly abseiled down the wall.

Her feet touched down on the ground without a sound and she quickly retracted the grapple. Again, taking no chances, she waited until both searchlights were facing away from her path before running across the yard. Even though nothing impeded her, it still took her a full minute at a brisk jog. Unfortunately, she had no other choice, as the distance between the inner wall and the building was too far to use the grapple. Pressing her back up against the wall of cellblock D, she toggled the Kimmunicator display on her eyepiece and started to hack the internal security system. Each cell had cameras inside it; along with a force-field around the window. So, like with the laser grid, she had to disable both while tricking the system into thinking they were still active. While back in the day this would have been where she called Wade, the latest Kimmunicator model, coupled with the skills she'd painstakingly acquired through practice, allowed her to do the job herself. She did an internal fist-pump when the green light flashed to indicate she could now proceed, and we're good to go!

Shooting the grapple up to the window ledge of Shego's cell, Kim quickly scaled the wall. Pulling herself up, her gaze travelled inside and immediately located the bunk beds. On the lower one, she could see a head of brown hair. However, it was the sound of the girl's snoring that identified her as Bonnie; she would recognise that noise anywhere. Heh, so Brooks actually put her in a cell with...

Kim's gaze travelled upwards and the second she caught a glimpse of raven hair, her heart skipped a beat. "Shego..." she breathed, the word escaping her lips before she could stop it. She quickly clapped a hand over her mouth and froze. Nothing happened. Bonnie's snoring most likely having drowned out the sound of her voice. Focus, Kim, she chastised herself, you're not even halfway there yet. Shifting her gaze to the cell door, she kept a constant eye on the opposite side, just in case a guard happened to walk by and glance her laser-lipstick, she took hold of the first bar in one hand and expertly used the gadget to slice through it; top and bottom. The heavy steel rod came free with little protest or sound. However, she had to hang onto it while she incised the second one, making it a slightly more awkward task, due to the sheer thickness of the two bars combined. When it came loose, she was able to slip herself through the window and inside the cell. She quietly placed both bars on the floor. Ok, Shego, time to get you out of here.

##

Shego rolled over and let out a gargled grunt; a result of mucus dripping down the back of her throat, like slime through a grating and into a sewer. The resultant cough was enough to rouse her from her restless slumber. Urgh, I feel like crap. The thought cut through the haze of semi-consciousness and woke her enough that she realised she had snot streaming from both nostrils; she also felt hot and stuffy. Urgh! Grabbing a wad of toilet paper from underneath her pillow, she wiped her nose and then blew it for good measure. Carelessly she then cast the coarse tissue aside and let it fall to join its predecessors in the bin beside the bunks.

Shego tried to take a breath in threw her nose, but found her nasal passageways blocked. It was at that point, as she was forced to breathe through her mouth, that she realised something was amiss. The air inside the room felt slightly cooler... fresher than it normally did, like outside air had somehow gotten past the force-field. She froze, her senses automatically going on high alert. Something's not right... I can feel it. Cautiously she rolled over, pretending that she was still asleep. Only the moment her gaze fell upon the cell window, she sat bolt upright. What the hell... the bars were... gone. An odd thing indeed. Cell bars did not have a habit of just vanishing and certainly not on Captain Brooks' watch. Ok... she thought warily, what the fuck is going on?

Kim crept towards the bunk beds, the sound of her rival blowing her nose reaching her ears. Dammit, she sounds sick. Slowly, she reached out a quivering hand to gently touch Shego on the arm, however, stopped dead in her tracks when the woman rolled over and then sat bolt upright. Heart in her mouth, she stood rooted to the spot, her rivals piercing emerald gaze boring straight through her own to what she assumed was the window and its missing bars. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!

Even though Shego felt like a piece of shit that had been trodden on and then dragged ten meters down the sidewalk before the shoe wearer had stopped to scrape it off on the tarmac, she forced her brain into gear. Ok, so either someone is here to break myself or Bonnie out, or this is some twisted trap laid by Brooks to torment me. She discarded the latter option immediately. While the Captain loved to torture her, the woman would not do so by risking the chance she might escape. which returned her to option one.

Shego stopped to listen. It was eerily quiet, with only the light whistling of the wind through the window to be heard. The lack of explosions, alarms and yells of the guards told her immediately that this was a stealth job, which ruled out a jailbreak by Señor Senior, Senior. The man was too enamoured with the traditions of villainy, meaning that such an act had to be done with copious flair and aplomb. That means that whoever is behind this is here for me.

Shego's brain ran through the list of possible villains that might want to break her out this time and quickly narrowed it down to no one. At the same time, she forced her nose to take in a deep breath. That was the moment she caught a faint hint of cherry and almond. I know that scent... she took another breath. Even through her bunged-up nostrils, she could defiantly detect notes of cherry and almond; from a shampoo. And there was no doubt in her mind about who it belonged to.

"Hello, Kimmie," Shego said in a slow; somewhat cold voice, which would be just loud enough to reach her rival's ears.

Kim instinctively recoiled from her rival and her mouth fell open, the words, "how did you…" spilling out before she could stop them.

A thin smile formed on Shego's lips. Even though she couldn't see it, she could imagine the gobsmacked expression that had just formed on Kimmie's face. "Your shampoo," she replied. "Even with a cold, I'd recognise that cherry and almond scent anywhere, especially given the excellent whiff I got of it back in Dr D's volcano lair."

Even though she was here to break the green-skinned woman out, Kim still felt infuriated at having let her get one over on her. Mental note, have Wade add something to the battle suit that masks my scent. She glanced out of the cell door to make sure the coast was clear before deactivating her stealth-camo. "Hi," she said warmly but quietly, on becoming visible.

Shego drew herself up into a sitting position, her brain still struggling to comprehend the fact that Kim Possible had just broken inside the country's highest security prison and to see her of all people. What the hell is she doing here? She asked herself the question before saying anything else and sensed the barrage of conflicting feelings that were preparing to overcome her the moment the shock wore off. And ultimately, cutting through all the bullshit, she did not know whether she wanted to snog or punch the girl, or both. "So, what's the deal, Kimmie? You break in here to have a little chat with me and then fly away again?" Shego asked, sarcasm lacing her tone.

Kim couldn't help but feel slightly hurt on hearing the contempt in her rival's voice, even though she understood why. Hopefully, once I get her out of here and explain everything, she'll be less frosty towards me. She met the green-skinned woman's piercing emerald eyes with an unwavering gaze from her olive-greens "No," she replied, her tone deadly serious, "I'm breaking you out."

Shego's jaw dropped and for a moment she looked disbelievingly at the fiery-haired vixen. She then let out a slightly hollow laugh, "ha-ha, very funny, Kimmie." The ice then returned to her tone, "why are you really here? Didn't you have enough fun with Captain Brooks yesterday?"

Her eyes rolled as Kim let out a sigh of irritation. Although to be fair to her rival, the idea that she was here to break her out must have seemed completely preposterous, especially since the woman probably blamed her for her incarceration in the first place. She then fixed Shego with a stare that contained no hint of humour or amusement. "Yesterday, I saw more than enough of what they're doing to you in here to know they're treating you inhumanly. So, I'm getting you out."

This time Shego simply stared at Kimmie, completely dumbfounded. While it seemed completely illogical, she somehow knew that the hero was telling the truth. "No way," she breathed, unable to process the sheer unbelievability of the situation. Her gaze then travelled around the cell as she uttered, "I'm sick, probably with a fever… yeah… this is just some sort of weird fever dream. You're not really here."

"Shego!" Kim said, slightly louder than she would have liked. "I'm here and I'm getting you out. However, the longer you dilly-dally, the more chance I'll end up as your new cellmate instead."

If the two sides of Shego's face could have acted independently of each other, one side would have been grinning and the other scowling. Alas, she had to make do with a weird sort of sarky smile. Her thoughts too were split between, hell yeah and no fucking way. Thus, her reply was a completely neutral, "I'm sure Captain Brooks would find that highly amusing." She then smirked and added a hint of sass to her tone, "in fact, she'd probably toss in another bunk so Bonnie could stay. Heh, maybe she'd even change our block too. The Cellblock C Sirens has a much nicer ring to it."

"We'll have time for your sassy commentary once we're safely inside the Sloth and leaving this place in our dust," Kim replied, resisting the urge to laugh and moving back to stand by the window. While outwardly she was chastising her rival, internally she felt a lot calmer. Despite the fact Shego had a cold, or worse, their escape would be far easier than she'd expected. "Let's get out of here."

The frost returned to Shego's voice as she said, "not so fast, Kimmie. Say I believe that your wonky moral compass is compelling you to break me out, why the hell would I trust you to get me out of here? You brought GJ down on me and Dr D and got us both arrested in the first place. I wouldn't need breaking out if it hadn't been for you."

Her rival's words cut Kim deeply, given that she had not been directly responsible for the appearance of Global Justice at Drakken's volcano lair. She'd been afraid of finding Shego with this attitude, however, hoped that the woman would have kept such emotions bottled until after they had reached the safety of the Sloth. Forcibly she suppressed her own feelings, fixed her rival with a no-nonsense glare and replied pragmatically, "we can talk about that later. Right now, you can either come with me and get out of this hell-hole, or stay until either you can break yourself out or someone else does. However, I've seen the security Brooks has installed. Even you are not getting out of here at anything less than full strength and it's going to take some careful planning and considerable force on someone else's part to bust you out."

Shego scowled at Kimmie, not happy with the situation one bit. However, if there was someone's opinion she could trust when it came to security, it was her rival's, given the number of secret villain lairs the hero had broken into over the years. Not only that, but she'd taken note of how much more control Brooks had over the facility than the previous administration. And in the end, despite how much she might despise it, Kimmie was right; she either accepted the offer or waited until she was back at full strength, which ran the risk of another dose of the GJ serum. "Fine, Princess. I'll let you clear your conscience and get me out of here. However, after that, we go our separate ways."

While it was not the response she had been hoping for, Kim knew she would get no better concession from her rival at this point in time. That and she was living on borrowed time at the moment. The longer she lingered inside the cell, the more chance she'd become a permanent resident. "Fine. Get dressed and let's get out of here."

Shego quietly climbed down the ladder, tiptoed to the foot of the bunks and opened her footlocker; cursing the fact that it creaked. Her gaze immediately snapped to the sleeping form of Bonnie, but the former cheerleader simply kept on snoring. Withdrawing her jumpsuit and shoes, she slipped both on and then reached back inside for the letter. She looked at it for a moment; felt its weight in her hands, before stuffing it in her pocket. Why do I even bother taking these with me when I escape? Something for her to argue with herself over at a later time.

"Ready to go?" Kim asked, her voice slightly antsy. She'd lingered inside the cell far longer than she'd wanted to, especially given that she'd planned on simply picking her rival up and then heading straight back out the window.

"Yeah," Shego replied and walked over to join the fiery-haired vixen. As she passed Bonnie, her gaze lingered for a moment. Will she be ok by herself, given that Junior's still in the infirmary? The question caught her by surprise and she found her pace slowing. "She doesn't belong here," she said without really knowing what she was implying.

Kim looked at Shego, a stern expression on her face. "Tough," she said, her tone slightly cold and indicating that she still had a firm grip on the metaphorical bone that existed between herself and her old schoolyard rival. "She'll just have to learn how to survive."

"She's surviving because I'm looking out for her," Shego replied. Why do I feel so protective of her and am I actually suggesting that we take her with us?

"Shego," Kim hissed, her tone demanding her rival pay attention to her. "I came here to break you out, not Bonnie. Besides, the security in this place is ultra-tight. There's no way any of us can get out of here and to the Sloth without being spotted unless we've got stealth-camo and I only have one band; for you. So, you can either stay here and be a mother bear to Bonnie or escape with me."

It took Shego completely by surprise at just how difficult this classic moral dilemma proved to be. However, between the options of staying in jail to help Bonnie and escaping with Kimmie, there was no contest. "Ok, Princess. Let's blow this joint."

A feeling of relief washed over Kim when she heard her rival's words of agreement. Heh, I would never have thought that Shego could be struck by such a moral dilemma and over Bonnie of all people. It was in that moment, on realising that this was another revelation about the woman's character, that she was reminded of just how much they had in common and of how desperate she had been to learn everything she could about her, prior to the disastrous end to their second night in Spritzers. There'll be time for your curiosity later, she told herself and fished inside her belt pouch. "Here," Kim said and held out the chrome bracelet. "Put it on and press the button when you're ready to activate it."

Shego took the metallic band and stared at it for a second or two. "Nerdlinger tech?" she asked, already knowing the answer. Before Kimmie replied, she fastened it around her wrist.

"Yeah," Kim said, internally rolling her eyes at her rival's pet name for Wade. Some things never change. "Unfortunately, it's gutsy on the juice and so can only last about five minutes before the power cell gives out."

"Meaning my green ass will be on display for all the guards to take a shot at," Shego finished. "Good to know. Guess we'll have to make this quick." She then frowned as a thought occurred to her. "If we're both invisible, how the hell are we supposed to see each other?"

"That stealth-camo band isn't as good at suppressing a heat signature as the battle suit, so there will just be enough residual energy for my scanner to pick up on. However..." Kim paused mid-thought. Given that she had expected to carry Shego out, she hadn't given any thought to the woman needing to see her in return.

"...however, I won't be able to see you," Shego finished for her, unable to keep the scorn from her tone. "How the hell am I supposed to follow you if I can't see you, Kimmie?"

Kim wracked her brain in search of a solution and had to quash a growing bubble of doubt that threatened to burst and send her into full-blown panic. She took a calming breath, get a grip of yourself, Possible. You can do anything, remember. Except the only solution she could think of probably wouldn't go down well with Shego. "You'll just have to trust me."

Shego almost burst out laughing at the suggestion. Me, trust Kim fucking Possible, after she got me thrown in jail in the first place, yeah right. Unfortunately, bar an exceptionally petty suggestion that they swap clothes and Kimmie could trust her, she realised she had no other option if she wanted to escape. She rolled her eyes, "fine, but screw me over and I'll make damn sure Captain Brooks gets a new favourite plaything."

Kim let out a breath as she said, "ok," having been worried that her rival would have changed her mind on the whole thing on point of principle. "I'll grapple down, then you can follow me. When we reach the bottom, I'll guide you over to the inner wall and we'll grapple up together. Just watch out for the electrified razor wire at the top."

"I think some electrified razor wire is the least of my worries," Shego replied acridly.

"Right, let's go. We'll have about five minutes after you turn on the stealth-camo band," Kim said and re-activated the battle suit's stealth mode.

Shego watched her rival disappear and rolled her eyes. Why do I get the feeling I'm going to regret this? She stood beside the window and strained her ears for the faint sound of Kimmie climbing out.

Kim switched her scanner to thermal mode before pulling herself through the window and out into the cool night air. Shooting the grapple up at the roof, she quickly abseiled down, then turned her gaze back up towards the window.

On hearing the almost undetectable sound of Kimmie's grapple firing, Shego blew her nose one last time, tossed the wad of toilet paper aside and pressed the singular button on the chrome bracelet. Almost instantly, she disappeared from her own view and bearing the short time limit the hero had given her in mind, she quickly climbing out of the window. It took her hand a moment to find the grapple line and it was more than a little bit disconcerting to trust her neck to a thin cable she could not see. Nevertheless, she took a firm hold on it and climbed down the side of the building.

For once, Kim found her cursing Wade's technical prowess; she could only just make out the vague outline that was Shego climbing out of the window. In the top corner of the scanner's display, a digital clock was counting down and it made her feel somewhat uneasy to have a visual representation of how much time she had before they were screwed. This must be what it's like to diffuse a bomb. Only if this one goes off and I get caught, my fate could be worse than death. As she watched Shego descend, she hacked back into the security system to reactivate the cell's forcefield, but intentionally left the camera feed on the loop she'd set it on prior to entry. When the dull outline that was Shego finally touched down on the ground, the clock had already eaten up twenty seconds. "Right, let's go," Kim hissed and grabbed at what she assumed was the green-skinned woman's hand.

Shego heard Kimmie's words and suddenly felt the hero's hand take hold of her hand. She didn't even have the chance to whisper, "ok," before she felt a tug in the direction of the inner wall. Hand in hand, partners in this most messed up of jailbreaks, she broke into a run. With each step, her eyes darted between the wall that was their goal and the two imposing watchtowers at its two corners. If this bit of Nerdlinger tech breaks and they spot me, I wonder if it'll be real bullets Brooks will have them shoot at me?

Kim's heart was racing by the time she reached the inner wall and not because she'd just sprinted the distance; they were down to just under four minutes. "Quick, climb onto my back," she whispered in the direction of the faint heat signature.

"How am I supposed to do…" Shego began, but already felt Kimmie grab both her hands and drape them over her shoulders. Taking a firm hold around the hero's neck, she jumped up and locked her legs around the girl's waist. Kimmie's shoulders didn't so much as droop under her weight.

With Shego securely on her back, Kim shot the grapple at the top of the wall and quickly pulled them upwards. With the enhancements the battle suit gave to her strength, she had scarcely any more trouble hauling the two of them up onto the top of the wall than she had when she had been on her own. Although, that being said, she could still have managed the task without it. She felt the same tingle in her fingers as before when they tangled with the razor wire but again paid it no heed.

Feet dangling just above the electrified wire, Shego hissed, "what are you waiting for?" when the girl did not immediately fire the grapple at the outer wall. While she had no timer, she'd been counting the seconds and had reached almost two minutes.

"I need to disarm the laser grid or it'll trigger the alarm," Kim replied, as she waited for the program to finish hacking.

"Some time today, Kimmie," Shego said somewhat impatiently. Clinging to her rival's back, while atop a ridiculously high prison wall, with electrified razor wire only an inch or two from her ass, was a position she'd rather not hang around in.

"Almost… got it!" Kim said as the laser grid shut down. The clock now read two minutes and twenty seconds to go. Taking aim, she fired the grapple at the outer wall and jumped the second she felt it catch.

The wind blew through Shego's long raven hair as she all of a sudden found herself hurtling towards the outer wall. Instinctively she braced for impact and was more than a little surprised to feel almost nothing when her arms stopped about two foot from the concrete. Hmm, looks like Kimmie's battle suit has damn good shock absorption. Maybe it's time I considered an upgrade to my own.

The clock now rapidly approaching the two-minute mark, Kim retracted the grapple and the pair rose steadily upwards. While the stakes were astronomically higher, she couldn't help but have the thought, at least this is easier than sneaking into the Seniors island that time I had Bonnie attached to me. Pulling them onto the top of the wall, she had just straightened up when all around them sirens began to blare. And suddenly, the entire complex lit up like Las Vegas on steroids.

Oh, shit! Both Kim and Shego thought simultaneously.

Unfortunately, Kim scarcely had time for that one thought and her Kimmunicator warned her of the immediate danger too late. Like she had just been struck by a bolt of lightning, the light tingling in her ankles from the electrified razor wire instantaneously became a massive shock and the hero was blasted backwards off of the wall; her mind overcome by the pain that coursed through her entire body.

Shego too received the massive electric shock and could do nothing to prevent her grip being wrenched from Kimmie's shoulders. At that moment, her mind had no concept of what had just happened for like the hero, it was blinded by the pain, as she too hurtled uncontrollably towards the minefield below...

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Author's note:

Well... that was a rather shocking wallhanger. Lol, yeah, terrible pun, I know. So, what did you all think? Right now I suspect the odds on Kim and Shego getting caught have just been slashed across the board. And, given how much I liked the name when I came up with it, I'll give you good odds on the Cellblock C Sirens happening, lol. And yes, it is a direct reference to the Gotham City Sirens, for those of you that are a fan of the Batmanverse.

I suppose this is the point where I get to say: end of season two.

...lol, ok, so I'm just messing with you all there, I still have a lot more I want to do before we get to the end of the season. Like I said at the beginning, the next update will consist of more than one chapter. When will it be ready? I don't know yet. I know you will all be desperate to find out what happens to Kim and Shego, but I hope you would all rather have the next update take a little longer, so it can be the best it can be, rather getting a mediocre one as soon as possible. As Shigeru Miyamoto once said, 'A delayed game is eventually good, but a rushed game is forever bad'.

Thank you all for your support and I hope to see everyone for the next update.

Warmest regards

K1G0