And You And I

by K1G0

Two years after graduation, Kim is working as a fulltime hero; living on the adrenaline from her missions. Unfortunately, her high-octane lifestyle has led to boredom and loneliness in her personal life. Meanwhile, Shego too is finding life to be rather dull. When a chance social encounter brings the pair face to face, sparks, as well as fists, are liable to fly. KiGo.

80. Interlude: The seeds we sow

Author's note:

Hey, Folks and welcome. I'm going to keep this brief, as I suspect this will be the most skipped author's note of the story thus far.

First off, thank you all for all the support you have given me, the response to the last update was amazing.

The title of this interlude: The seeds we sow, is the name of a Lindsey Buckingham track, an artist who I have been listening to a lot recently.

Before we get started I do have to warn everyone that this chapter contains scenes of torture that some of you might find distressing. So, if you don't think you can handle reading about that sort of thing, then please do not read this chapter.

Enjoy.

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Interlude: The seeds we sow

Music flowed from a pair of sleek; narrow floor-standing loudspeakers, filling the office with delicate notes from an acoustic guitar and crisp vocals; the sound quality unquestionably excellent. Captain Brooks sat on one of the twin sofas situated on either side of her low coffee table, the placement of which had been such that it put her in the exact centre of the loudspeakers; at the optimum distance. Clad in her uniform of black shirt, trousers and boots, all of which were in pristine condition, she allowed her body to relax slightly, to be drawn into the soft embrace of the sofa, the music washing over her like a soothing balm. This was supposed to be her day off and she intended to enjoy it. Only days off in the penitentiary were not the same as those in a normal occupation. Indeed, even most individuals in the other branches of Global Justice managed to get one genuine day off every week, two at the very most.

The Captain laughed internally at that notion, If some trade union or employee rights body were to audit us, we'd be shut down immediately. However, in relation to her particular situation, only the Director probably got less time off. Being the individual in charge of ensuring the country's, no, the world's, top supervillains remained behind bars was a continuous; never-ending task. The inmates did not all suddenly decide that, because it was the weekend, they'd all take time off from causing trouble and plotting to escape. No, guard patrols and security measures had to remain stringent 24/7, the facility run on a schedule timed to the minute. Which resulted in her days off being more like light workdays.

Yes, she could and sometimes did, delegate her duties for the day to lieutenant Boyle, but experience had taught her that the facility ran best if she remained on hand or at least reachable at all times. Her trip into the field two weeks ago with Corporal Martinez an exceptionally rare occurrence, unless called to Global Justice HQ. When she went to bed at night, she always ensured she had a fresh uniform pressed and ready for her to put on, should the alarm in her quarters sound to indicate her subordinates required her leadership. Every morning, if she had not been called out in the middle of the night and been unable to return to bed, she would wake up, pull on her training gear and exercise for one hour. She would then return, shower, dress in her uniform and make the trip from the guard quarters to her office. She'd then present for morning roll call in one of the four cell blocks, typically block D when Shego was incarcerated, preferring to personally ensure the security of that particular inmate. She would then return to her office for breakfast and review the business of the day, then deal with matters accordingly. Once per week, if everything seemed quiet, she would take the afternoon off, but remain in her office and on rare days like today, she would take the entire day. However, she typically still chose to remain in her office, just in case something happened that required her attention.

The track changed, the busy finale of the albums third song giving way to the chilling strum of a banjo's steel strings. Brooks exhaled slowly, as the instrument continued to lead the song. It was late morning and she felt about as relaxed as she had done in months. I need more days like this, she mused. The job came with a hefty amount of stress, especially when maximum-security inmates escaped. However, so long as she could take one afternoon a week and the occasional full day to relax, listen to some music or read a book, she was able to remain on top of it. Unless, of course, something major happened, in which case she needed to resort to other methods of stress relief.

Hmm, perhaps once Shego is captured again, I'll keep her in solitary confinement permanently; in the cold and the dark. A thin smile formed on the Captain's lips; she liked that idea, a lot. The solitary confinement cells for block D were underground and the most secure part of the facility, which would make any escape attempt from either inside or outside that much harder. Not to mention that it would be a much deserved; continual punishment for a repeat offender who had caused her so much trouble in the past. If I were to house her in there permanently… her thought process came to a halt, on realising something very important. She'd thought about doing that before; years ago and even got warden Norton to sign off on it. …that damn injunction prevented me from doing it last time and will still be in effect. Her expression soured. Elizabeth's rules I can get away with bending, but if I were to be caught flaunting a supreme court injunction, that would be my career over, dammit! Despite how much it meant from a security standpoint, she could not risk the villain's lawyer finding out about it.

Captain Brooks allowed thoughts of how to best secure Shego, next time she was captured, slip from her mind before they spoiled her mood further. The music was now working its way through the second of its three high points. Then she heard it; an artefact in the sound, something that should not have been there, the sound of her desk phone ringing. She sighed irritably, can't they manage things for one day? Unfortunately, experience told her that she needed to answer it. Bar one individual, no one on her staff would dare to violate a do not disturb order unless it was urgent.

Rising from the sofa, the Captain picked up the stereo remote from the table, hit pause and then strode over to her desk. "Brooks," she said firmly on picking up the receiver, her tone conveying that if this call was not of the utmost importance, that she'd slaughter the individual on the other end mercilessly.

"Captain," the voice of lieutenant Boyle replied; sounding somewhat nervous, "you need to come to the control room, there is something that you will unquestionably want to hear."

Brooks immediately knew from her subordinates use of the word 'unquestionably' that he hoped to avoid a tongue lashing for disturbing her before she reluctantly agreed. However, as her second in command and thus with the experience to handle almost any situation by himself, this had to be worth her while. "Very well, Lieutenant," she replied stiffly, however, added for effect, "but if this is a waste of my time, you will regret disturbing me."

"It isn't, Captain," Boyle replied, forcing an air of confidence into his tone.

"I shall be the judge of that. I will meet you in the control room asap, Brooks out." She hung up the phone.

Heading for the door, the Captain stopped for a moment to check her appearance in the full-length mirror, found nothing out of place and then left her office. Traversing along the corridor and down the stairs, she only had to pass through two security gates in order to reach the door to the control room. Unlike her predecessor, who had tried his best to isolate the office from the rest of the facility as much as possible; to create himself a bubble in which he'd hoped to escape the stresses of the job, she had taken the opposite stance. Hence, within only a few days of her taking charge, the floor directly below her office had been gutted, renovated and transformed into the new control room. If anything happened in her facility, she wanted her command centre to be within a single flight of stairs, not on the opposite side of the complex.

Like an icy wind had just swept through the room, Captain Brooks strode into the control room, all eyes glancing in her direction, if only for the briefest of moments. "Lieutenant," she barked, her own gaze locating Boyle, who stood bent over one of the analysts' work stations; a headset pressed up against one ear.

"Captain," Boyle replied, handed the headset off to the analyst and gave her a salute. "Lance corporal Higgs has been checking some of the recent inmate telephone calls and discovered something that you will want to hear."

Brooks crossed the room towards the two men. "What is it?" she asked, voice holding its normal icy nature.

"As you are well aware, Captain, we simply do not have the manpower to listen to the entirety of every inmate conversation that is made," the lance corporal said. "In fact, we sometimes do not have the manpower to even check in on some of them, especially if one of the high-profile inmates, who we endeavour to monitor at all times, is making a long call."

"A sad reality, but reality nonetheless," Brooks replied stiffly, the inability to monitor all inmate conversations a real bugbear of hers. "Get to the point."

"Well, Sir, when such an eventuality arises, we record any calls that we have not had the chance to check in on and one of the analysts endeavours to check it at a later date, starting with the most high-profile inmates."

She fixed the man with a glare.

"Anyway," Higgs continued, sounding more than a little flustered now. "I was checking some of the latest calls from our lowest profile inmates and found this." The man offered the headset to her.

Brooks took it from his hand and pressed it to her ear. She watched as the man brought up a file and hit play. She listened, "hey, Miss Go, it's Bonnie. Urgh, this place is driving me slowly crazy. You wouldn't believe what the three stooges are doing this time…"

The Captain glared once more at the analyst and then at Boyle. "You disturbed me for this?"

"Please, keep listening, Captain," Higgs replied, his voice almost pleading. "It is the individual whom Miss Rockwaller is talking to that you need to hear."

Brooks scowled but did as requested. After Miss Rockwaller had run out of adjectives to convey the stupidity of what she assumed was Dr Lipsky and his cohorts, a voice; sassy yet brimming with sarcasm replied, "what are they doing this time, building model death-rays out of Lego?"

The Captain frowned and lowered the headset. "Is that… Shego?" That certainly sounds like her.

"We can't be one-hundred percent certain, Captain, for she only ever refers to the woman as Miss Go," Higgs replied tentatively, "but I've checked what other calls of Miss Rockwaller's we have saved and it seems that she phones only this individual and does so once per week."

"Play it for me again," Brooks commanded.

She raised the headset back to her ear, closed her eyes and listened to the line of dialogue again; all the while picturing the green-skinned woman, "what are they doing this time, building model death-rays out of Lego?"

That definitely sounds like her, I'm sure of it. "Have you found any evidence that backs up this theory?"

"Alas, no, Sir," Higgs replied, sounding somewhat fearful. "Whenever she talks to her, Miss Rockwaller simply calls her Miss Go and from what I have been able to deduce, the woman is acting as her therapist."

The Captain scowled. "That certainly does not sound like something Shego would do," but that voice is so distinctive. "Anything else?"

"The call is completely untraceable, Captain. In fact, we can't even figure out what number was dialled," Higgs answered. "However, I have run a search on all databases of registered therapists, psychiatrists and mental health professionals in the country and have found no one by the name of Miss Go."

"What do you want us to do, Captain?" Boyle then asked. "Shall we wait until Miss Rockwaller makes another call and have it monitored?"

If that is Shego, Miss Rockwaller is certainly being cautious. Is it worth wasting another few days to monitor a call in progress? The Captain thought about this for a moment. This was supposed to be her day off, the first full day off she'd had in weeks. She could simply leave this be, go back to her office, listen to her music and enjoy herself. Only she knew she could not do that. She had a duty to uphold; a duty to ensure the most dangerous supervillains in the world remained behind bars and she would stop at nothing to ensure Shego was returned to her cell in block D. "No, Lieutenant. Have Miss Rockwaller brought to one of the interrogation rooms. I'm going to have a little chat with her."

"Yes, Sir," Boyle replied, gave her a salute and promptly left the control room.

Brooks returned her attention to the analyst. "Lance corporal, I want you to keep working on these call logs; see if there is anything else you can dig up and continue your search for this 'Miss Go' individual. If this is Shego, I doubt you will find anything, but I do not want to miss out on the possibility that at some point she has been sloppy." She paused for a moment. "In fact," she raised her voice to command the room, "all of you are to drop what you are doing and take your directive from lance corporal Higgs until further notice."

The entire room turned to stare at her and a chorus of, "yes, Sir," echoed around the control room without hesitation from anyone.

With that, Brooks left the room.

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Fifteen minutes later, Captain Brooks cleared the last security gate and walked along the short corridor to the door at the end, out of which Lieutenant Boyle and a group of guards had just emerged. "Report," she demanded.

"Miss Rockwaller was in the recreation room, where she was engaged in some strange variation of Jenga, which Dr Lipsky and his cohorts have devised," Boyle replied. "However, bar her usual snooty attitude and some rather loud yells about barbaric treatment, she caused us no problem to remove."

This came as no surprise to her. If they ever got to the stage that some like Bonnie Rockwaller caused her guards an issue, they might as well just open the front doors wide and allow every single inmate to walk free. "Very good, Lieutenant," Brooks replied. "Did you connect the inmate to the monitors?"

"Yes, Sir, she is prepared for you," Boyle replied and then handed her a tiny earpiece. "I took the liberty of connecting it to the comm system, should you wish me to monitor her."

"I do," Brooks replied; taking the earpiece from the man and popping it into her right ear. "Relay any information she gives me back to lance corporal Higgs and have him cross-reference it to see if she is telling the truth."

"Yes, Sir," Boyle replied. He signalled for the guards to depart and then headed into the room beside the one he had just departed.

Captain Brooks took a moment to compose herself. She is an inmate and potentially has information that could be vital to the apprehension of Shego, she reminded herself, then headed into the interrogation room.

"What am I doing here? You have no right to do this!" Bonnie yelled viciously the moment the Captain crossed the threshold.

"Silence!" Brooks commanded, her voice cutting through the air like Death's scythe.

The force of her order served its purpose and the inmate in front of her promptly shut up. Brooks then crossed the room and sat down upon the metal chair on the opposite side of the table at which Bonnie had been seated. Her grey eyes roved over the girl, whose wrists and ankles had been secured to the respective arms and legs of the chair in which she sat. A series of wires protruded from the top of her white t-shirt and ran down into the floor; they were connected to the monitors in the observation room.

The Captain met the girl's teal eyes and could see a fear deep within them that had manifested on her first day of incarceration and never left. "I'll make this quite simple for you, Inmate," she said, voice calm but cutting. "You have been making one phone call per week for the past six weeks. I want to know who it is that you have been calling."

Bonnie looked at her incredulously for a moment, before replying, "wait, that's it? You just want to know who I've been talking to over the phone? I thought you were going to torture me for information regarding some escape plan that you think the three stooges are working on," the girl finished and then after a moment, during which she clearly realised the issue with what she had just said, she hastily added, "if they're working on an escape plan, I have no idea about it. All they're doing is playing board games and making up their own rules for them."

"I am well aware of the activities of Dr Lipsky, Professor Demenz and Mr Laurman," Brooks replied firmly. "But yes, I am simply interested in who you have been calling these past six weeks. Tell me what I want to know and you will be free to return to the recreation room."

Bonnie looked somewhat hesitant for a moment, then rolled her eyes. "Ok, fine, I've been talking to my therapist; Miss Go," the girl replied reluctantly and then added, "but don't tell anyone. If people find out I talk to a shrink, they'll think I'm some sort of crazy nutjob."

This answer came as no surprise to the Captain. She'd interrogated many prisoners over the years and she had pegged Bonnie Rockwaller to be the sort who would tell a truth, for that is exactly what she had done, in the hopes that it would be enough to spare her further questioning. But that's not the whole truth, is it, Inmate. However, she elected to play along, for now, hoping to lead the girl into revealing something by accident. The cow will walk more freely into the slaughterhouse if it does not know what awaits it inside. "We have a therapist here at the facility. Do you feel as though you require therapy, Miss Rockwaller?"

"Like duh, I…" Bonnie hastily stopped, perhaps having remembered exactly to whom she was talking. "I mean, yes, Sir."

"Then would it not be more beneficial for you to talk to someone face to face?" Brooks replied smoothly. "Should I have a referral made to Dr Waters? That way you will get the help you need and it will free up valuable telephone time for the other inmates. After all, she is the only person whom you have been in touch with, isn't that right?"

In the brief moment before she replied, the Captain saw the girl's face fall, a sign that her final point had hit its mark. Bonnie had family and as a first-time inmate, she should have been calling them constantly, as she struggled to adjust to life in prison. However, nine times out of ten, when an inmate chose not to do so, it was because their family wanted nothing more to do with them. And so by reminding the girl of that little detail, she had just furthered heightened in her mind the fact that she was alone.

"No, please, I need to keep talking to Miss Go," Bonnie blurted out, almost uncontrollably. "She is the only one who properly understands me; the only reason I've not lost my mind in this place. Please, you can't take that away from me!"

It amused Brooks somewhat, to watch the girl practically beg her for such a small kindness, and we've only just started to talk. I wonder what she'll be like when we get to the heart of the matter? I'd wager she'll be a screamer. "You forget your place, Miss Rockwaller. You are an inmate here in my facility and I can do as I please in regards to your privileges."

A look of horror began to spread across Bonnie's face. "Please, I'll do anything… I…I'll spy on Dr Drakken and his friends for you."

The Captain let out a cruel laugh. "Do you think this is a prison from some sort of television show or movie? I don't trade petty privileges with inmates in exchange for information on others. I watch the eggs in my basket very carefully and if I think one of them has information that I desire, they will give it to me. The only real choice you have is whether or not you piss me off in the process. And I would think very carefully before you do that, Miss Rockwaller."

Brooks allowed her words to hang in the air for a moment, savouring the stunned look on the girl's face. She always enjoyed that moment where an inmate found themselves willing to sell out their comrades, only to find that no such deal could be made. In Bonnie's case, it had occurred even faster than she had predicted. "However, as I already made clear, I am not here to talk about Dr Lipsky. Instead, I would like to hear some more about this therapist of yours. Is she from your hometown?"

The hint of fear in Bonnie's eyes deepened and the Captain could just make out a thin sheen of sweat begin to form on the girl's forehead. "No… I… uh…" the girl stammered and it was obvious that her brain was racing to try and fabricate some sort of lie. "I'm not sure where she's from," she finally managed to utter.

Brooks' gaze bored into those teal eyes.

"I… uh… I met her when she taught at my school in my senior year."

Whatever lie she had expected, this had not been it. Surely, she is not telling the truth? "She's a teacher?" she asked, unable to fully mask her surprise.

Before Bonnie could reply, Lieutenant Boyle spoke in her ear, "I'll relay that information to Higgs and have him check it out right away."

She did not respond to her subordinate in any way.

"Yes, or at least she was," Bonnie replied, sounding slightly relieved. "She filled in as a supply teacher for a week." The girl lowered her gaze. "She's the only person I've ever been able to open up to. So, when I finally admitted to myself that I needed to talk to someone about my problems, I tracked her down. That was a few weeks before I got arrested."

"And she is willing to spend an hour every week talking to a convict without getting paid?" Brooks probed, holding off on making an accusation until Boyle got back to her.

It seemed that she had hit a nerve, as Bonnie retorted hotly, "she doesn't care that I'm in here! She's the only person that hasn't stopped treating me like a human being, just because I made some bad choices and stupidly got myself arrested."

Surprisingly, to the Captain's ears, the inmate sounded as though they were telling the truth. If this Miss Go is Shego, what's the angle here? Pretend to be Miss Rockwaller's friend and talk to her once a week in exchange for her relaying information to Dr Lipsky about how she intends to break him out? She pondered this for a moment. That would make sense. Shego is too smart not to know that we'd be monitoring all of Dr Lipsky's phone calls. Is this her line of communication to him?

Lieutenant Boyle's voice then spoke in her ear again, "Captain, Higgs has looked into the Middleton High school records and there was a supply teacher there by the name of Miss Go, during Miss Rockwaller's senior year…"

Dammit, she is telling the truth.

"…however, he did some digging and traced her diploma back to Go City university and to the same year that Shego would have graduated, if she attended."

A thin smile formed on Brooks' lips, on second thoughts, bingo. That is far too much of a coincidence. "Thank you, Miss Rockwaller, for confirming that for me."

"Wait, what?" Bonnie replied, her tone a mixture of shock and alarm. "Confirmed what for you?"

"The identity of the woman you have been talking to," the Captain replied and then fixed the inmate with a piercing stare. "I know who you've been speaking to."

"I…I…I don't k…k…know what y…y…you're t…t…talking about," Bonnie stammered, her eyes now brimming with fear.

"Don't you?" Brooks said, her merciless grey eyes now boring once more into the girl's teal ones. "Remember what I said about pissing me off, Miss Rockwaller? You would be wise to consider your next words very carefully. Now, let's make this first one simple; what is the real name of your therapist?" she said, voice forceful now.

"S…s…she's just M…M…Miss G…G…Go!" Bonnie protested.

Still feeling perfectly calm inside, Brooks suddenly slammed her hands down on the table; face contorted with rage as she yelled, "LIAR!"

The inmate flinched; terror in her eyes upon witnessing the Captain's act. However, her tune did not change, as she cried, "she's just Miss Go!"

The Captain did not stop her act there. Pressing her hands firmly down on the table, she shot to her feet and thrust her head forward so that it was mere inches away from the girl's; as she screamed at her, "tell the truth, Inmate! Who is she?"

"I don't know!" Bonnie wailed in abject terror.

Brooks slid around to the other side of the table and began to unshackle the girl's wrists from the chair.

"Wait, what are you do… AHHHH!" Bonnie screamed as the Captain seized one of her now free wrists, pulled her arm back and slammed the girl's chest down onto the table.

"LIAR!"

"No, please… AHHHHH!"

Brooks effortlessly twisted the girl's arm up and back to increase the pressure on her shoulder joint, elbow and wrist all at the same time. "WHO IS SHE!"

N…n…no…. ARGHHHHH!"

She twisted further and could feel the tension ratchet up inside the girl's body. I must say, I would have expected her to cave before now. It seems she is made of slightly sterner stuff than I gave her credit for. She laughed internally, as another thought came to her, unless she genuinely believes that Shego is her friend and so does not wish to betray her. "WHO IS SHE!" Brooks bellowed again.

"AHHHHH! Sh…Sh…SHEGO!" Bonnie screamed in pain.

On hearing the villainess' name, the Captain immediately released the girl's arm. "That wasn't so difficult now, was it?" she mocked. "However, as I said, I was already able to confirm that from what you told me about her teaching at your school for one week."

"Then why…" Bonnie mumbled, as she gulped down a mouthful of air.

"Because, I needed to find out how resistant you would be," Brooks replied. "And I'll admit, you withheld that information for longer than I would have imagined. I had expected you to sing for me without even having to get to my feet."

"You can't do this to me, this is brutality!" Bonnie then spat, seemingly having recovered enough from the pain in her arm and shoulder to fire off the remark.

"No, Inmate…" Captain Brooks said and she grabbed a fistful of the girl's hair.

"Ahhhh!" Bonnie cried.

She made the girl look up at her, as she finished, "…brutality is what I'll do to you if you do not tell me what I want to know next."

"I…I…I… d…d…don't k…k…know an…an…any…thing," Bonnie squealed.

"Oh, I think you do," Brooks said and twisted the girl's hair in her grip.

"AHHHH!"

"And you are going to tell me, one way or the other. Now…" those merciless pools of grey stared into wells of terror-filled teal, "…where is Shego?"

"I…I…I d…d…don't..." the inmate began to mumble, almost before the question had been fully asked. However, before the girl had even finished, the Captain threw her down against the tabletop.

"LIAR!" Brooks yelled in time with the second slam and Bonnie's latest cry of pain. She allowed the girl a moment to try to rise, before shoving a hand onto her shoulder blades and slamming her back to the tabletop. "WHERE IS SHEGO!"

"I DON'T KNOW!" Bonnie screamed.

"LIAR!" Hauling the inmate back up by the back of her jumpsuit, she slammed her down for the third time. "WHERE IS SHEGO!"

"I DO… AHHHHH!" Bonnie screamed again, as the Captain forced her weight down atop her shoulder blades.

"Where is she, inmate?" she repeated and when the girl did not respond quick enough, she pressed her weight down even more.

"AHHHH!"

"Do you want me to seriously hurt you, Inmate?" Brooks yelled. However, she already knew the answer, for whatever deluded reason she's made up in her head, she's not going to give me anything without me resorting to more severe methods… so be it.

"No… please… I don't know anythi…ARGH!"

Keeping her weight pressed down into the girl's shoulder blades, the Captain considered her options. If I go with the Hyoscine-pentothal she will definitely crack. She pondered this for a moment. The drug in question was her preferred option and worked on a neurotransmitter level and so would make the inmate's nerve endings feel like they were on fire. However, her gaze drifted towards the hysterical girl, she's liable to scream the building down, which will mean she will most likely be unable to answer any of my questions until it has fully worn off or worse yet, the pain could make her pass out, in which case I might have to wait even longer... The alternative would be to subject the girl to sensory disorientation. While in most cases it would be the slower option, it was non-invasive and far less likely to render the inmate incapable of answering her questions for a couple of hours or longer. If I want that information sooner, I'll need to take the conservative approach. She then looked towards the observation window. "Lieutenant, bring me the sensory disorientation equipment."

"Wait… sensory what?" Bonnie stammered. "What is that? W…w…what are you going to do to me?"

Ignoring the inmate's questions, Brooks hauled her back up by her jumpsuit and then slammed her against the back of the chair by delivering a palm-heal to her sternum with her other hand.

Bonnie let out a loud gasp, the blow having not been sufficient to cause her any serious pain, but enough to wind her.

With the inmate's attention focused with trying to gulp down air, the Captain met with no resistance, as she re-shackled the girl's wrists to the arms of the chair.

A few moments later and the lieutenant entered the room; pushing a trolly. "As requested, Captain," he said; as he parked it beside the table.

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Brooks replied, her gaze surveying the equipment and mind reminding her of how it worked. Interrogations did not occur too often and were very much in the darker end of the grey scale when it came to Global Justice operations, but when they did, she preferred methods that got her results the fastest, which typically did not include sensory disorientation. However, she was not prepared to run the risk of rendering Bonnie insensible for hours, not when the information she had might help her catch Shego.

Reaching out a hand, the Captain picked up a chrome fronted blindfold, which had been designed to block out as close to a hundred percent of a room's light as possible. Stepping behind the inmate, she took hold of her chin from behind and pressed the blindfold firmly against her eyes. Bonnie's head recoiled, but only found Brooks' abdomen. Holding the girl in place, she adjusted the straps and then closed the clasp so that the device fit tightly around her head.

"What are you doing? Why are you blindfolding me?" Bonnie cried hurriedly, once more panic-stricken.

"This technique is called sensory disorientation," Brooks replied and reached out to pick up a pair of over-ear headphones from the trolly. "I've just taken away your sight and am about to flood your auditory sense. I'm going to leave you here and when I return, I suspect you will be much more compliant." She then placed the headphones over the inmate's ears; they formed a tight seal.

"Wait, no!" Bonnie screamed in desperation, her body once more violently shaking. "I don't know anything. I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!"

Moving to stand in front of the trolly, Brooks flicked the switch on the signal generator and turned the volume up. It would play a continual high-pitched sound. She then headed for the door, indicating for the lieutenant to follow her.

As the Captain opened the door and turned off the lights, the inmate yelled again, "no, wait, please, I don't know anything! Please, stop this!" Stop it!" however, she simply ushered Boyle out. The closing of the door drowned out any further screams. This is all for the greater good… and the apprehension of Shego!

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After leaving the inmate to undergo her first round of sensory disorientation, Captain Brooks had returned to the control room to check in with lance corporal Higgs, in case he and his team had been able to discover anything else about Shego. Unfortunately, practically every detail about the villainess' life prior to her first arrest had either been destroyed or was so caught up in legal red tape, that it could not be obtained. Indeed, what information Global Justice had collected on her had been put in a sealed file that not even the Director had the authority to access. Hence, much to her infuriation, Brooks did not so much as know the woman's real name. And to little surprise, it transpired that beyond the note in the Middleton High file that said her diploma had come from Go City university, Higgs and his team had dug up nothing else.

Nevertheless, the Captain found herself pondering this one nugget of information she had finally uncovered about the villainess. Why on earth would someone like Shego have posed as a supply teacher at a high school? The obvious answer had been that it had been part of one of Dr Lipsky's take over the world plots. However, she had quickly debunked this idea, given that the high school in question had been where Kim Possible had been studying and so the convict would have been recognised instantly. That in itself raised another question; why did Miss Possible allow her to do so, given the school's records confirmed the inmate's statement that Shego taught there for a full week?

It did not add up and Brooks knew it. What made the puzzle even more intriguing was the lance corporal's assertion that he believed 'Miss Go's degree in child development to be genuine. Why on earth would a villain like Shego have a degree in child development and become a teacher? It made no sense, given everything she knew about the woman's villain career, of which there was a plethora of information readily available. Brooks let out a frustrated sigh and decided to put the matter aside due to a lack of information. She could attack the problem from any angle she could think of and still struggle to come up with a plausible theory, never mind deduce the truth of the matter. No, she needed to focus on Shego in the present; specifically, her whereabouts.

Opening the door to the interrogation room, she stepped inside and turned on the lights. Striding forward; she allowed to door to shut behind her and turned the dial on the signal generator down, this caused the inmate's head to jerk in her direction. Reaching out a hand, she pulled off the headphones and then undid the clasp on the blindfold. She watched as Bonnie screwed up her eyes, the light from the room's solitary bulb unsurprisingly blinding to her.

"How long do you think it has been, Inmate?" she asked, voice cold and lacking even a shred of sympathy. She had no qualms about torturing the girl in such a manner. Sensory disorientation was simply exceptionally unpleasant, not something that would cause excruciating physical pain. And while it could easily break an individual's mind if used on them for an extended period, the chances of the girl holding out until such a point were beyond remote. In fact, she would have had zero issues with using the Hyoscine-pentothal if the odds of it being the quicker method had been higher.

"T…t…two m…m…maybe th…th…three h…h…hours," Bonnie stammered, weakly.

"It has only just past the half-hour mark," Brooks replied.

The inmate tried to open her eyes to look at her but had to promptly shut them again. However, the confusion could be read plainly from her expression. "Wh…wh…what?"

"Your concept of time is the first thing you lose sense of during sensory disorientation," the Captain said; as she sat down in the second chair. "Eventually, you'll start to lose your sense of which way is up. However, you don't want it to get to that point, do you?"

"N…n…no," the inmate whimpered, "p…p…please, d…d…don't m…m…make m…m…me d…d…do th…th…that a…g…g…gain."

"In which case, all you need do is tell me what I want to know," Brooks said. There was no warmth or feigned kindness in her tone, simply cold honesty that conveyed that she could be trusted. "Where is Shego?"

Tears immediately began to stream from Bonnie's teal eyes. "I don't know!" she wailed. "I don't know, I don't know, I don't knowIdon'tknowIdon'tknow!"

The Captain let out a disappointed sigh, "so be it," and got to her feet.

Through squinting eyes, the inmate saw her rise. "No…no…no, p…p…please, please, please, no!" she cried out in sheer desperation. "Idon'tknowIdon'tknowIdon'tknow!"

Brooks felt completely unmoved. I've already shown you an inadvertent mercy by not having you screaming in agony. I will have the information you possess. Picking up the blindfold, she walked behind the girl, seized her flailing head and buckled it back over her eyes. She then glanced at her watch. "Looks like it's almost lunchtime, Inmate. It'll take me fifteen minutes to get back to my office from here, I am then entitled to an hour's break, after which it will take me fifteen minutes to return, assuming nothing happens that will require my attention." She picked the headphones up from the table. "How long do you think ninety minutes will feel like if thirty minutes felt like two to three hours? Six hours? Eight? Longer?"

"NO! PLEASE!" Bonnie screamed at the top of her voice, as the Captain placed the headphones back over her ears. "PLEASE! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING. PLEASE. LET ME GO, LET ME GO, LETMEGO, LETMEGOLETMEGOLETMEGO!"

Moving towards the trolly, she took one last look at the inmate. Two thick wet lines ran down her cheeks from the base of the blindfold and her body had started to shake violently. Reaching out a hand, she turned the dial on the signal generator back up.

"NOOOOOOO!" Bonnie started to scream and scream and scream at the top of her voice; sounding completely hysterical and with more desperation than Brooks had ever heard before.

Turning, the Captain headed for the door, turned the lights out once more and left the inmate to her torture. It's all for the greater good. I will have Shego back in cellblock D.

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Ninety minutes passed, during which time Captain Brooks was surprised by the appearance of Corporal Martinez or 'Amber' as the woman had insisted she be called, given they were both on a day off. The woman had been waiting outside her office with her lunch; a prawn Marie Rose sandwich with sweet potato fries and a side salad. Since she was supposed to be taking the day off, she had allowed the corporal to entice her into a game of chess. She'd drawn black and so been able to try out the Sicilian defence, which she had started to learn from the book on chess strategy the woman had bought her on their visit to Hillton two weeks prior. Alas, she'd still lost.

Did Amber purposefully play the specific opening move against which the Sicilian defence is so effective, just to see if I'd started studying that book she bought me? It had only been after the game that she'd started to ponder this and it had continued to nag at her all the way back to the interrogation room. Regardless, I put up a much better fight today. If I stick at it, sooner or later I'll beat her and wipe that smile off her face. What the Captain failed to realise was that if/when the day came that she did finally manage to beat the woman, the corporal would probably wear an even broader smile.

Adjusting her shirt slightly, she once more opened the door to the interrogation room. However, it had barely parted company with the frame before the inmate's screams reached her ears, driving all thoughts about the corporal from her mind. And she knew that whatever answers she got from the girl this time would be the god's honest truth. Flicking on the lights, Brooks stepped towards the trolly and turned off the signal generator.

It took several moments for Bonnie's screams to finally subside.

Reaching out, the Captain removed the headphones and blindfold, set them down on the trolly and took up her seat. She waited for a minute or two; watching as the inmate's breathing return to a level that more closely resembled normal and for her body to settle down from violent shaking to a gentler rocking motion. "So, Inmate, I'll ask one last time; where is Shego?"

Bonnie's tears, which looked as though they had dried since her last visit, began to pour forth once more. "I…I…I d…d…do…do…don't kn…kn…know," she wailed, the desperation in her voice having somehow found a new level.

The Captain's expression soured, dammit! She was telling the truth this whole time. Now what? She had to think for a moment, before then replying, "in which case, I want the phone number you have been using to contact her."

"O…o…ok," Bonnie breathed, without so much as a hint of resistance. "I'll t…t…tell y…y…you."

"I know you will." Brooks reached into her pocket, withdrew her cell phone and called the control room.

"Higgs," the voice of the lance corporal replied after only two rings.

"Lance corporal, I want you to send a telephone with the best tracking technology that we have down to the interrogation room that I am currently in with Miss Rockwaller."

"You got something from the prisoner?" Higgs asked, however, the awe in his voice told her that the question was rhetorical.

"Yes. Now, I want that phone here immediately."

"Understood, Captain. Higgs out."

It took twenty-five minutes for Higgs to arrive with one of the junior analysts and a trolly laden with computer equipment and a further ten before it was all ready for her to use.

"Remember, Sir, even if it is possible for us to trace the convict's phone location, you will need to keep her on the line for two minutes at the minimum," Higgs said once he had finished the final prep and handed the handset to her.

"Do not worry, Lance corporal, I think I might have a strategy to keep her talking," unfortunately, I've got a bad feeling that it is more of a long shot. She then turned to the inmate, "the number, if you please, Miss Rockwaller."

Bonnie uttered the telephone number in a broken stammer, but a thumbs up from Higgs confirmed that he'd got it.

"Thank you, Miss Rockwaller," Brooks said, sat the receiver down on the table and picked up the blindfold from the trolly containing the sensory disorientation equipment. She glanced over at Higgs. "Make the call," and then turned her attention back to the inmate. "Now, why don't you take a little trip back into the darkness, while I talk to your little friend."

The second Bonnie saw the Captain approach her with the blindfold she began to scream; just as a voice could be heard forming the start of the word, "hello," from the receiver.

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Author's note:

It was Bonnie this whole time! Who would have figured that? Heh, so, the big question is... where the hell is Kim? Answer: you'll find out in season three.

Ok, so the first two chapters of season three have been written, but I would like to finish another couple before I start posting it. So, I am thinking that it will start in two weeks time. It has been really good posting consistent updates these past four weeks and I would like that to continue, however, I had the benefit of having written four updates before I posted the first one, which is not something that is likely to happen again. So, I think a two-week schedule is a better target to aim for if I can get myself suitably ahead of where you guys are over the next couple of weeks.

As always, I have to say a massive thank you to everyone on all my platforms, you people are terrific. Again, the response to the last update was amazing.

Before I go, I would like to take this opportunity to share something with all of you and that is the news that in the past week, I've launched a Discord server for And You And I. This was not something I had ever planned on doing or even contemplated, until four of us started chatting in the comments section on Wattpad and someone suggested the idea to me. The server is a place where people can come and talk about And You And I, other KiGo works, share artworks or other creations they have made, or just chat about random stuff. However, most importantly, it is somewhere to hang out with like-minded people. So, if you'd like to join, even if only to see what crazy stuff is going down, then by all means, please do; everyone is welcome.

The link to the channel is: discord*dot*gg/ARb9NFKV

If anyone has trouble with the link, just send me a PM or leave me a message in the comments/review section.

Thank you guys so much and I really hope I see some of you on the Discord server. If that's not your cup of tea no worries, I'll hopefully see you in two weeks time for the start of season three.

Warmest regards
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