(A/N: Hey, it's me again. Yeah, you thought you'd gotten rid of me. But the Crimson Gypsy cannot be stopped. Even when she's annoying as a pack of flying monkeys, she won't leave you alone. You couldn't be that lucky. Okkay, I'm rambling [I'm good at that ^_^] Any who, here's the highly anticipated.... Who am I kidding? Here's part two. Still kind of setting up a lot o' plot but the end gets all twisty!! Yay-ness. Please Read/review!)

(Disclaimer: Same old same old. Not mine, wish it was, would gladly forsake going to college to get to even be a voice on the show. But Pandora's mine. Yay Pandy!)

The three continued chatting for the remainder of the lunch hour. Kim called Wade to tell him she had arranged her own ride ignoring comments from both Pandora and Ron about chauffeurs and taxi drivers. Once the bell had rung signifying the end of lunch they gathered their things and left the cafeteria 5th period bound.

The school day proceeded relatively quickly for Kim. After waking up fully expecting nothing but mediocrity from her entire time at school, the day hadn't shaped up to badly. The final bell rang at 3:00pm and students poured from every classroom. Together they created a raging river of need, each more desperate than the next to get home and shake off that evil school feeling. Kim left her final class and quickly headed to Ron's locker.

"Ready to go?" She asked her friend when he finally arrived.

"Do we have to?" Ron whined.

"Yes Ron, we have to go. If Shego's involved who knows what kind of disaster she and Drakken are planning"

"That's what I'm afraid of. Maybe if we ignore her she'll just go away. I mean really, all these sitches are the same," For this statement Ron received a pointed glare "Okay, okay fine, let's go," He sighed shutting his locker.

"That's more like it," Kim smiled trying to lift her sidekick's spirits, at least a little bit. He faked a smile back at her as the two continued walking down the crowded hallway.

"Where is she?" Ron asked as he and Kim stood outside of the school waiting for Pandora.

"I don't know. She said she'd come meet us here," As if answering Kim's statement a sleek blue convertible with its top closed pulled up to the curb before them. Kim and Ron exchanged worried looks until the window nearest them rolled down. Inside the tan interior sat Pandora a smile on her face.

"Are you two planning on getting in, or am I going to Upper –whatever by my self?"

Ron was the first to react, his mood seeming to have brightened considerably, "Boo yeah! We get to drive in a kickin' car."

"I call shottie!!" Kim yelled pulling open the passenger door and climbing in.

Ron grumbled slightly before opening the rear side door and scrambling in the back seat.

"Glad to know the car is to your liking," Pandora smiled

Ron leaned over the front seat, a sudden look of panic on his face, "You're not going to drive on the wrong side of the road are you?"

Pandora laughed, "Relax. I've been here long enough to understand how to drive on American streets."

"Awesome!" Kim exclaimed, "Let's go!"

"To Upperton Jeeves," Ron teased taking Rufus out of his pocket and sitting him on the seat next to him.

"Hey buddy, you're pushing it! And be careful of the seats," Pandora teased back shifting the car into drive.

"Relax," Ron said, "Rufus is house trained."

"I wasn't talking about Rufus," Pandora laughed

"You're going to want to take 5th to Main," Kim directed before any more banter could ensue. Pandora sent the car rolling and they were off.

The Upperton Natural History Museum was crawling with police by the time Pandora's car rolled up to the paring lot. The numbers now were far lower than earlier that morning, but it was still quite a sight. Pandora quickly parked the car and she, Kim, Ron, and Rufus got out. Kim looked the scene over and stretched her arms above her head. Another day, another bizarre caper by some insane felon.

"Kim Possible! Glad you're finally here!" One of the officers exclaimed as Kim, Ron and Pandora reached the front doors of the museum.

"Hey, Officer Hobble," Kim smiled at the familiar policeman, "Sorry it took us so long, school matters to attend to."

"Not a problem," Hobble said opening the door for Kim and Ron. As soon as Pandora reached the doorway he pushed his arm out to block her from entering, "Sorry miss, but this is a closed investigation. You'll need to go back behind the yellow caution tape."

Pandora's eyes widened but before she could say anything Kim had grabbed her arm and pulled her past the officer, "It's okay Officer Hobble, she's with me."

The Officer Hobble blushed a bit with embarrassment, "Sorry, Kim, I didn't know,"

"No big. Later," Kim smiled pulling Pandora along with her and Ron, "Sorry about that" she told Pandora once they were out of earshot.

Pandora simply shrugged, "It's all right. Guess they're not use to there being three people in Team Possible."

"Maybe it's because you don't have a stealthy cool outfit," Ron suggested pointing to his own clothing. He and Kim had both changed into their crime fighting outfits consisting of a black shirt and cargo pants.

"I didn't even think about coordinating outfits," Kim lamented

Pandora nearly laughed but quickly realized both of her friends were being completely serious, "Kim, it's fine. Hey, if Rufus can do without official attire, so can I."

At the mention of his name Rufus, ran up to Pandora and cocked his head at her questioningly, "We can hang out while they investigate stuff, okay?" Pandora suggested, bending down and picking up the naked mole rat. Rufus made a strange yet happy noise that sounded like he agreed with her. Pandora scratched his head lightly.

"Okay," Kim smiled, "But next time, you're coming in the complete ensemble." With that she started to walk out of the museums lobby

"I'll hold you to that," Pandora said quickly following Kim.

"Next time? KP you're not replacing me are you? Wait, she has Rufus! You are replacing me!!" Ron yelled frantically chasing after Kim and Pandora.

"Of course I'm not replacing you. What would I do without my 'Ron Factor'?" Kim laughed.

"I knew it," Ron gloated. Suddenly he stopped walking, "Wait, were you being sarcastic?"

Before Kim could say anything or roll her eyes any further, a voice cut through the museum, "Kim Possible! There you are!! They told me you'd arrived and I've been looking all over for you."

Kim looked past Ron to see a tall, skinny, man coming toward her. Ron turned around just in time to see the man and move himself out of the path. Noticing Pandora completely oblivious to the fast paced newcomer, Ron grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her out of the way as well. The man didn't even notice either of them and more than likely would have run one of them over. His sprint ended just short of Kim and he began shaking her hand vigorously, "It's so great to finally meet you!"

Kim looked to Ron and Pandora for help but they both simply shrugged, "Uh... it's nice to meet you too, but who are you?"

"Oh, forgive me. My name's Nigel Epud. I'm the curator of the Upperton Museum of Natural History."

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Epud," Kim smiled, trying desperately to get her hand back from the man's firm and continuing handshake, "What seems to be the problem?"

Nigel took no notice to Kim's struggle against his handshake, and continued talking, "Well, late last night, after the museum closed there was a break in. The thief only stole one thing. A pair of very rare gemstones known as the Isisreal jewels. They were on loan from the British Museum of Natural History."

"So, they're either worth a mint or have some kind of magical mystical power?" Ron interjected.

"Actually both theories are correct," Nigel turned to Ron still not stopping his handshake "These were priceless gemstones that were said to hold mystical energy. Problem is we don't know what that power was. We know they have to be combined with the Head of Isisreal in order to work, but we don't know what power will be released when the two are joined together."

"And where is the Head of Isisreal?" Kim asked finally pulling her hand from Nigel's grasp and rubbing and it gently.

"Actually it was being sent to us and was in the mail at the time of the robbery." Everyone listening to the curator's tale looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "Yes, I know that sounds strange. But, once the head arrived we were supposed to open our new exhibit with the jewels and the head as the main show pieces. The Head of Isisreal just arrived today and we locked it in the most secure place in the museum. We believe the person or persons who took the jewels will be after the head next."

"Or persons?" Kim asked.

"Well that's the thing. It's hard to explain without showing you. Follow me," Nigel took off past Kim. The three teenagers almost had to run too keep up with the fast moving curator. Opening a door marked "Security", Nigel ushered the three inside and snapped the door shut.

"Over here," he said leading them over to a group of television monitors. Nigel sat in a big black leather chair in front of the tv's and pushed a tape marked "Crime scene surveillance video" into a nearby VCR. Kim, Ron and Pandora stood behind him watching the screens intently.

On the television screens was a picture of the museum, more particularly the room where the jewels were being stored. For a long time nothing on the screen moved except for the numbers counting out the seconds in the time display. The numbers announced 6:00:31pm, "Let me just fast forward here" Nigel said fiddling with various buttons on the VCR until the tape began to fast forward. For a long time the scene remained the exact same. Suddenly there was a streak of green and black, "Stupid technology! Make life easier my foot!" Nigel mumbled as he set the tape rewinding to just before the green and black intrusion. The time read 10:35:21pm as the tape began to play again.

At exactly 10:36pm the green and black clad figure entered the museums surveillance video.

Kim and Ron looked at each other, "Shego."

"She-who?" Pandora asked completely confused.

"Shego," Kim stated again as if the name alone would make perfect sense to Pandora, "She's Dr. Drakken's sidekick."

"Oh! Sorry, please continue."

"Anyway, the perpetrator entered the scene at 10:36 pm. As you can see, the security system was shut off while the crime was being committed. She simply walked in, grabbed the jewels and took off again," Nigel narrated as the Shego on the screen did just as he described.

"So Shego and Drakken are planning something using these jewels and probably the head?" Kim tried to clarify.

"But, you said 'persons'" Ron interjected, "I only see Shego!"

"Exactly!" Nigel exclaimed, "You only see the one criminal"

"Didn't I just say that?" Ron whispered to Kim more confused then ever.

"Shego entered the building through the front door. That door has a counter on it that indicates how many people come in and out of the museum each day. When we looked back at the numbers, we had four more guests than before the break in."

"So, Shego counts as two people, walking in and out of the building," Kim said starting to piece things together, "And since she didn't leave or come back, someone had to have been with her to account for the other two."

"But there's no one else on that tape!" Ron nearly yelled, sick of being confused.

"And that's the biggest problem of all. We can't get any kind of ID on the other robber."

Kim sighed trying to collect her thoughts, "And you say the head is in safe keeping right?"

"Our highest security vault"

"Okay, here's the deal. If Shego, and probably Drakken, know about the supposed powers of the jewel/head combo then they'll more then likely come after the head next. Keep it locked up and we'll try to figure out who the invisible phantom is."

"Thank you, Miss Possible," Nigel said reaching out to shake Kim's hand. She lightly high fived his hand throwing him off. Pandora tried her hardest not to laugh at the poor confused curator, "Um... anyway, we'll do our best and we'll let you know anymore information we find."

"Same here," Kim smiled, "Now if you'll excuse us" she quickly hurried past Nigel with Ron and Pandora in toe.

"So Kim, any ideas as to what's going on here?" Ron asked once they had left the surveillance room.

"No clue," Kim replied honestly, "But it's defiantly not good"

"Are you two going to continue monitoring the museum?" Pandora asked.

"Yeah, we'll have Wade keep tabs on it. Which reminds me.." Kim pulled her communicator out of her pocket on turned the screen on.

"Hey Wade. Can you run a scan on the security tapes from the museum and see if you can't find something, someone or anyone on them?"

"I'll get on it right now," Wade said as he began typing away at the keyboard nearest him.

"Thanks," Kim shut of the communicator and put in back into her pocket

Soon the three teens were out of the museum and back at Pandora's car. They all climbed in and took off back toward Middleton.

After dropping Ron and Rufus off, Pandora's next stop was to take Kim home. Once they arrived at the residence of the Possible's, Pandora shifted the car into park, "Thank you so much for today."

"Hey, no big," Kim said opening the door and getting out of the convertible, "It was fun having you there. Even though I totally know all that museum stuff was boring."

"Actually it was quite... enlightening. And I really did have fun."

"Well have to do this again sometime. Maybe we can even do something you know, normal," Kim smiled

Pandora laughed, "Meh. Who needs to be normal anyway?"

"Glad you understand," Kim laughed as well, grabbing her backpack, "I'll see you tomorrow at school. And thanks again for the ride"

"No problem. See you tomorrow," Kim shut the door with one last wave and Pandora's blue car took off down the street. Kim smiled to herself. This day had gone far better than she had expected. Now if she could just figure out what Shego was up to.

Pandora drove quickly down the semi-congested streets of Middleton glancing every so often at her watch and the clock in the car. Both showed 4:30pm in large, unmistakable numbers. Pandora silently cursed herself; she hadn't figured her excursion would have taken as long as it did. At 4:35 the convertible tore into the driveway of Pandora's new home. Pandora locked the car, set her alarm and quickly made her way into the house.

Everything was quite inside. Far too quiet. Pandora walked through all of the rooms in the downstairs area of the house looking for any signs of life. Finding absolutely no one she resorted to looking outside. Pandora pulled open one of the white French doors and looked around. Suddenly something black streaked across the yard. Pandora bent down as the creature headed for her. Within second Pandora held the poor frightened feline in her arms. She heard a familiar noise outside confirming her suspicions as to why her cat was having a nervous break down. Pandora glared at the unseen force stroking the cat gently as it shivered in her arms.

"Shhh! It's okay Psyche, they can't hurt you here," Pandora cooed at her pet as she entered the house again, "But, if they're here, that means he is too."

"I've got to hand it to you Pandora, your sleuthing skills have improved," A male voice with an accent as thick as her own came from the darkened room closest to Pandora.

"Some how I knew you'd be home by now," Pandora smiled sarcastically at the voice.

"Well, how did it go?! And why are you late?" The voice demanded.

"Better than any of us could have foreseen."

"And are they on to you at all?"

"Of course not. That's why I'm late. She took me with her on her mission," Pandora smiled less sarcastically this time

"Excellent," The voice seemed to smile as well, "This is going perfectly. Did you get any information on the Isisreal artifacts?"

"Just that no one knows what it does, they all know it's got some magical something or other and that they're certain Shego's going after the head next. Oh, and that the head's being held at the museum as well, but under tighter security," Pandora explained scratching Psyche lightly behind the ears.

"Good work. I had my doubts, but you've completed you assignments well thus far. Did you get whatever if was Shego was blathering about last night?"

"Why do you keep doubting me?" Pandora asked reaching the hand not holding her cat into her backpack. Soon she pulled out a pink comb and tossed into the darkness the voice was being contained in.

"She better actually have a reason for needing this thing," Said the voice, obviously perplexed as to why Shego had asked Pandora to retrieve a comb.

"Well, you can ask her tomorrow night. And I will continue my job. Kim Possible is no threat. I don't know why you all couldn't have take her down earlier. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to my room. Do me a favor and keep your 'pets' away from my cat!"

(A/N: *cue ominous music* Dun Dun Dun!!!!! What will happen next? Who's Pandora working for? What does the Isisreal Head do? Why does Shego want a comb? Why am I asking you? You don't know. Only I do!! Mwha ha ha!!! Part 3 coming soon to a fanfic.net near you ^_^ [BTW: cookies for anyone that can figure out the reason why the curator's last name is Epud])