Chapter 3

A/N: Sorry it's been so long. I had other stories to write, and I just didn't have much inspiration for this one. Of course, the new episode that came on Friday gave me quite a bit. This chapter will hopefully be WAY longer than the others. Thanks for reading!

"Man," Ron said. "I can't believe they got away."

Kim banged her head on the Bueno Nacho table. "I know," she moaned. "I'm just so used to Shego dropping everything to fight me. It was weird. She just turned and ran."

Ron shrugged and took a huge bite of his naco.

The Kimmunicator went off. Ron jumped in his seat, buy Kim was unfazed by its sudden ringing.

"Go, Wade."

"Hey Kim. I have a mission for you," Wade said, typing vigorously on his keyboard.

"Sure. I could use something to do," Kim replied, glancing at Ron, who was covered in melted cheese.

Kim and Ron proceeded to go on their mission, and successfully foil the evildoer's attempt.

Smiling to herself after yet another win, Kim headed home. She had had the helicopter pilot drop her off at Ron's so she could walk the rest of the way, and have some time alone.

It was late, and Kim knew her parents would be asleep. She turned her Kimmunicator off and walked up to her front porch. When she was younger she used to be afraid of walking alone at night, but ever since she started to fight crime on a daily basis she knew she could take care of herself.

She stepped forward to let herself in when she stepped on something.

"Huh?" Kim looked down and saw the corner of a piece of paper sticking out from under her foot.

She leaned down and picked it up.

It was a picture of a small baby with a shiny patch of black hair. A woman was holding the baby and smiling at the camera. For some reason, the woman looked extremely familiar to Kim.

She flipped the picture over. On the back it said: Baby Kimmie; 8 months old.

Across the street, a woman with matching black hair, who was wearing a trench coat pulled up to her chin and a hat pulled down low, silently turned and walked away.

Kim was elated. Her parents' had finally given in! She ran inside and up to her parents' bedroom. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said, so fast that her mom and dad barely had time to wake up and acknowledge her presence. "Kim? Thank us for what?" her mom asked groggily.

"For this baby picture!" Kim happily waved the picture in front of her mother's face.

Mrs. Dr. Possible visibly paled. "Kim-where did you get that?" she asked sternly.
Mr. Dr. Possible, who had still been struggling with sleep, was suddenly very awake.

Kim was taken aback. "I-I found it on the porch when I got back from the mission."

"Kimmie, can I see that?" Mr. Dr. Possible asked, not waiting for an answer and taking the picture out of Kim's hand.

He examined it for a while, and then handed it back He gave a meaningful glance to his wife, then said, "Yeah. We left that there for you, Kimmie Cub. I just wanted to give you a surprise."

Kim's smile returned and she left the room. She was about to head upstairs to change, but she heard her dad and mom start to talk. Of course, Kim knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but for some reason she just didn't care.

"What was on the picture, honey?" her mom asked.

"It was indeed one of Kim's baby pictures. How she got it, I can only guess-"

"Do you think her-her biological parents left it?" Kim's mom asked.

"Well, I don't see who else could have, but aren't they still in prison?" her dad said.

Kim felt her heart stop. Biological parents?

"Next she'll wonder why her hair is black in the picture. It's a good thing we know a lot of good scientists who can alter hair color-"

At this point in the conversation, Kim felt as if she was about to pass out. She stumbled up the stairs to her attic bedroom and lie on her bed.

Her thoughts were swimming so quickly she felt as if she would drown.

So they're not my real parents?

They had my hair color genetically altered by fellow scientists?

My real parents are in jail?

I wonder if I put them there.

Kim sat up. That was a thought; if she did in fact put them there, then she had access to their police files and all evidence connected to them…including their DNA.

Kim beeped Wade. "Hey Kim, what's up?" the ten-year-old genius asked, not bothering to question the late hour. "You don't look so good," he added, noticing her running mascara and the sad look in her eye.
"Don't worry about me. I need you to do something," Kim said, holding up three separate hairs.

While Kim was waiting for the results, she picked up the phone to call Ron. Any time anything was wrong, she always knew he would help. She had dialed half of his number when someone knocked on her window.

Setting the phone down, Kim turned and walked toward the said window.

No one was there. Shrugging, she turned around to call Ron again, but she noticed something taped on the window.

Walking forward, Kim opened the window and took the paper off.

"What is this…" she muttered.

It was another picture.

This one was of Kim as a baby, sitting in a stroller. On her left was the same woman from the first picture, but she wasn't facing the camera. She was looking to the right, where a man stood. He was looking at her, and Kim could tell they were in love. Their smiles were so big it looked like it hurt. Their faces were half shaded by a large oak tree, so all Kim could tell was that the man also had black hair.

"That must be my father…"

She flipped it over, but all it said was "Best Day Ever". The writing, unlike the first one, was sloppy and small. Kim could tell a guy wrote it.

The Kimmunicator went off. "Go, Wade. Did you find anything?"

Wade looked grim. "Well, I did find out that your parents aren't really your parents," he said, feeling terribly bad for having to tell Kim. It was one thing to hear the conversation she did, but it was another to have a genius tell you that your DNA was completely different.

Kim sunk down on her bed. "So it's really true," she said quietly.

Wade let her have a moments' silence, then said, "There's another thing. You know I have a security camera in the front of your house."

Kim nodded.

"Well, I accessed the film for a few minutes before you got home and found the first picture."

Kim raised her eyebrows. "And…"

Wade replayed the film for her.

The woman in the trench coat was across the street. She looked in either direction, the crossed the street to Kim's house. She pulled something out of her pocket, gazed at it for a second, then kissed it and placed it on Kim's porch.

Wade stopped the tape.

"I haven't enhanced the video yet, but there is one thing…" he said.

Kim stared at him. "Well, what is it?" she said, very irritated.

A/N: Well, this one is longer than the others! Sorry about the cliffhanger, but this way you get the story sooner. Most of you won't guess what I have plotted in my twisted mind. To all of you who reviewed, two things:

None of your guesses are right (so far)

Thank you for taking the time to review! It seriously makes my day.

Until the next chapter,

The Spooky Mulder