There was a blast of cold air, a the wind swept under the tarp where four people lay concealed, on a cold desert morning.
On the left side, the dark haired ex-super villaness, known as Shego lay in her trademark, and trademarked black, and green suit. To her right, lay Ron Stoppable, now twenty one, he had grown into his lanky frame. Shego hid her smile, her lover for three years, he had grown into everything. To Ron's right, his best friend, and leader of Team Possible, as well as it's namesake. Kimberly Anne Possible.
She and Shego had been rivals, until Ron reavealed that he had been dating her. There was still tension between them, but both had obviously bottled it, so as to not force him to choose. He could see it come out on occasion, when they sparred. To the right of the red haired heroine sat David Whitehawk, a Tribal Policeman, who had called them in to help catching a particularly clever band of poachers.
"They should be here anytime now." The dark blond man whispered.
"Right." Kim replied, sweeping her binoculars along the dirt track. Though she couldn't see it, Ron and Shego had a standing bet, as to when David would ask Kim out. "There they are." Kim snapped. All four sprang into action, slipping out from under cover.
Thirty minutes later, after it was all over, the four leaned against a police car, watching from four very bruised, sour looking poachers being loaded into another pair of cars. David tilted his head, and glanced at Kim.
"Miss Possible, Kim?" He choked.
"Yes, David?" Kim replied.
"Would you like to go for coffee?" He asked nervously.
"Sure." Kim replied.
"Damn." Ron swore. Shego laughed.
"Told you so." She chuckled, and threw an arm around his shoulders. Ron gave David a sour look.
"Couldn't have waited ten minutes, could you?" He laughed, and followed Shego to her sports car.
"What was that about?" David asked Kim. She laughed.
"Long story." She replied. "Now, about that coffee?"
"So, his pants?" David asked, laughing. "Oh, that's rich." He smiled. "So, did you and he ever?"
"No, no, we never even dated, much less got together." Kim chuckled, and peered into her cup. "I considered it, but then he sprang Shego on me." Kim smiled wryly. "I never saw it coming."
"You didn't?" David asked. "That's a surprise."
"I never expected it." Kim admitted. "I mean, up until that point, we had fought her on a daily basis. I noticed an improvement in Ron's fighting, but Shego still pounded on him everytime. One time he had a positively gigantic bruise on his lower back, where she hit him with a pipe."
"Shouldn't that have killed him?" David asked, eyes wide.
"Yeah, but I asked her about it, and she said she'd aimed very carefully. Of course, we had a fight about it, but..." Kim made a dismissive gesture. "Let's just say Ron is one hell of a peacemaker when he puts his mind to it." She smiled. "So what about you? We've pretty much exhausted my past, so what made you become a cop?"
"An interesting question." David smiled. "My brother mostly." David looked away.
"Killed?" Kim asked.
"No, though sometimes, I hate to admit, I've thought it would have been better." He gave a sad smile. "My brother was an addict. We think he got some bad coccaine, and then came a hit to his head. I don't know which it was that did it, but one of them split his personality. One them is a total psychopath, and a very real danger. The other half is a zombie, whacked out from the coke."
"Where is he?" Kim asked, and then regretted it. "I'm sorry, I should have thought..." David lifted a hand.
"It doesn't bother me to talk about it." David sighed. "He's in a maximum security mental hospital. The psychotic half of his personality killed someone, and he was put away. I guess I decided I didn't want to become like him. That's why I became an officer."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Kim sighed, and glanced at her watch.
"Am I that boring?" David wondered aloud. Kim laughed.
"No, I just don't want to miss my flight." She grinned. "So, what are your parents like?"
"Very Traditional." Came a voice behind her. "No like warrior brave see scrawny white squaw."
"Kim, meet my father, Joesph 'Foot-in-mouth' Whitehawk." David sighed. "Dad, this is Kim Possible, the one I told you about, helping with the poachers."
"I remember. Nice to meet you Miss Possible. I take you got the poachers, or you wouldn't be sitting here, having coffee. Right?" He asked.
"Yes dad. I mean chief." David grinned. "That might also be a factor."
"I thought so. Scrawny?" Kim asked, shaking the hand of the tall man standing before her. Dark hair, and a friendly smile mirroed that of his son.
"Sorry, best I could come up with. It was short notice." He apologised.
"That's alright sir. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr Whitehawk." Kim smiled.
"Please, call me Joe. I'm glad you came to help. My son is a fine officer, but just between us, he's not a good enough detective to find his backside, with both hands and a map, and a spirit guide."
"Dad!" David shouted. His father winked at Kim.
"Doesn't appear to have trouble finding your's though." David repeated his earlier statement, while Kim blushed.
"And on that note, I think I'll take my leave." Kim coughed. "I have to catch my flight, anyway, and pry Ron and Shego apart. I'll see you again David." She smiled. "Count on it."
"She's a keeper." David's father smiled, as she left. David began to bang his head on the table.
