It had been a long week for Drew Lipsky. Dr. Drakken had been fine this week, but Drew Lipsky had been overwhelmed.

His mother wouldn't stop calling. He'd been dodging her for the last couple of weeks. Goodness knows her finding out about his partner was going to burst his eardrums with her excitement.

The Lorwardians wanted a second human ambassador that they knew had fighting prowess and wasn't busy with finals or sunbathing. Drew didn't understand why Shego prioritized her tan over the safety of the planet. He never understood her. Probably why they hadn't worked out.

That had led into the other issue: trying to get along with the blond buffoon, Don. …Don, right? Wait, or was it Bob…? No matter. He could never remember his name, and after the disaster dumping of the buffoon picking the Lorwardians over Kimberly (he gracefully dodged the idea that he picked the safety of Earth over her) Drew didn't really want to spend any time with him.

He'd tried to talk with Kimberly over the last week. Her finals had finished up a couple of days ago, so she was free to talk. That, however, didn't mean that he was available. The talks had geared up, blood oaths made, blood debts paid, that sort of thing. The most the two of them had gotten were a couple of minutes of Drew hearing about her senior finals while he complained about everything frustrating him at the moment.

If it had been about Dr. Drakken, it would have been easy enough. Get some maddie gear in there, blow up some things, and lie to his mother. It was all things that Drakken was good at.

But it wasn't Dr. Drakken. It was Drew Lipsky now. And Drew Lipsky had responsibilities that required actual care. No carefree irresponsibility. He'd been trying harder, especially with Kimberly's encouragement. Now his name was respected.

Respect. He'd always wanted that. And, thanks to Kimberly, he had it.

That didn't solve the fact that he was dead tired. He'd muted his phone and was prepared to order pizza and veg. Kimberly was likely out doing her world-saving. The world didn't wait for him to come home after all.

It was after removing his shoes that he realized…there was a light on? Down the hall, the living room was illuminated. Kimberly must have forgotten to turn things off before she left. He shoved down his internal complaints on the cost of electricity and dragged his feet to the end of the hall. His finger was halfway to the switch when he realized he wasn't alone.

He stared at the sight in front of him. Gaping. His mind couldn't process it.

It was Kimberly. But it wasn't Kimberly. Kimberly had never - would never - dress like that! Whatever/whoever-it-was looked exactly like Kimberly…except they were wearing lingerie made to look like a maid outfit. He could very clearly see that pulling even a single strap of the bows and lace would make the entire thing fall apart. The grin on her face was cheeky, like she expected Drew to be taken by surprise.

"Hello there, master ." The voice was very much Kimberly's too. "It's good to see you home safe!"

Drew's paranoia hit the maximum. He found himself grabbing her by the arms as he rushed, "Who are you? Where's Kimberly?! Is she safe!? HAVE YOU KIDNAPPED HER!?!"

She stared at him before she said, "Uh, Drew? It is me. I'm not a robot or anything."

"Oh really ?" Drew let her go and crossed his arms. "Prove it!"

"...it's your birthday today."

Drew's brain ground to a halt. "Wait, what? It's my birthday?!" He checked his watch. September 16. Shoot. It really was his birthday!

"Wait. Are you telling me that you forgot your birthday ?" Kimberly facepalmed.

"My mother normally reminds me!" he defended, finger raised. His finger drooped as he realized that was probably why she was calling so much. Well, doodles. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before he said, "Oops. Well…" He decided to redirect, "Why are you dressed like that?!"

"For one, you've had a rough week. I thought this would be fun to come home to. And two…" she turned and bumped her rear into his side. "This was a present for you."

"Oh?" Now he was letting himself relax. No hanky-panky going on.

Well, not yet.

"Would you like me to do some maid duties? Or would you like to unwrap your present?"

"No real question about it. Drew grabbed a loose strap and, smiling, pulled.