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Kim was midway through the morning of the second day of her suspension when the Kimmunicator went off. She practically dove for it, she was so bored.

"What's the sitch, Wade?" she demanded eagerly.

"Drakken and Shego," Wade said grimly. Kim's dark skinned, moon faced tech guru hit a key on his computer, bringing up a grainy, black-and-white image from a surveillance camera. The scene was the interior of a jewelry store, with a trench coat wearing Drakken and green jumpsuited Shego dominating the frame. "They hit a DeBeers retail outlet in New York City and took a couple million dollars worth of stuff."

"Drakken must be planning to sell it, to raise money for his latest 'take over the world' play," Kim theorized. "Call Ron, and ring us up a ride!"


Kim cast a critical eye around the wreckage of the DeBeers store. It was a major puzzle. Drakken and Shego had smashed just about every display case in the place, but they'd taken only a tiny fraction of the merchandise. That didn't make any sense. Ron seemed to agree, picking up a platinum tennis bracelet from the floor and peering at it before he handed it to a store employee.

"How much is that thing worth?" he asked. The employee shrugged.

"Probably eleven or twelve hundred dollars, retail."

Ron turned to Kim. "So why didn't they take it? Why didn't they take everything?" It was Kim's turn to shrug. She lifted the Kimmunicator.

"Wade, can you play the whole tape of the robbery?"

"Sure, Kim, coming right up."

Ron moved to stand behind Kim, peering over her shoulder as the tape began to play. Kim found she had some trouble concentrating on the image on the screen, especially after Ron put his hands on her hips. He probably wasn't even aware he'd done it, let alone what kind of effect it was having on her. Still, she didn't pull away.

'If Ron and I are going to be lovers,' Kim told herself firmly, 'I'm just going to have to get used to him touching me, so it doesn't distract me while we're on missions.' She shook her head slightly and returned her attention to the Kimmunicator.

The store had been closed at the time of the robbery, and completely deserted. The front of the store was barely visible on the edge of the camera's field of vision. The glass panes of the doors exploded inward as Shego's power hit them. The complete lack of sound made things a little weird, but that was nothing compared to what happened after Drakken and Shego hove into view. They roamed the store, smashing cases, but not looting. Instead, they moved slowly. Now and then Shego would pick up an item and examine it, sometimes holding it up for Drakken to look at.

"What the hell..?" Ron exclaimed softly. Kim turned to look him in the eye. She wondered if she looked as befuddled as he did.

"It almost looks like they're," she began.

"Shopping!" they finished as one.


Wade found Drakken's latest lair with no more than the usual difficulty. It was on an island in the Caribbean, in the Bahamas to be exact. Kim and Ron arrived on the tiny spit of land via miniature sub while a Global Justice strike force lurked out of sight over the horizon. From the beach they low-crawled through scrub grass and mangroves to the crest of a low hill. What they found on reaching the crest shocked and amazed them.

The 'lair' was a tin roofed bungalow, one of a dozen or so that could be seen on the long, narrow island. Dr. Drakken was behind the bungalow, lying in a hammock hung between two palm trees. He was clad only in Bermuda shorts, with an icy drink sitting on the ground next to him. Shego, wearing a skimpy two-piece bathing suit, was lying next to him in the hammock. The two were entwined in each others arms, kissing, apparently completely oblivious to their surroundings.

"What the hell?" Ron whispered. He shot an incredulous glance at Kim, who was staring wide eyed at the spectacle. The two ducked down behind the crest.

"Drakken and Shego?" Kim asked. Ron wasn't sure if she sounded surprised, or sickened. Maybe a little of both.

"And since when?" Ron wondered aloud.

Kim looked at him. "I'm guessing since the Moodulator thing. After all, that whole incident got us to face our feelings for each other. Maybe the same thing happened to them?"

Ron considered that and nodded once in silent agreement.

"But what the heck is this place? It doesn't look like your typical Drakken hideout."

Kim pulled out her Kimmunicator and called Wade.

"Wade, we've got a bit of a puzzle. What can you find out about this island? It doesn't seem like lair material." She didn't bother to mention the unusual goings on. Wade's fingers flew across his keyboard, and moments later he had an answer.

"The island is privately owned, by a company called Romantic Getaways, out of the Nassau. Strictly legitimate, it seems. The place is a resort for couples only, no kids allowed."

"Drakken and Shego are nearby, and so is a bungalow. Can you find out which one it is, and who's registered there?"

"No problem, Kim," Wade assured her. A few seconds later he had an answer for her. "The bungalow is number twelve, and according to the resort's guest registry, it's currently occupied by, uh..." Wade hesitated.

"By who, Wade?" Kim asked urgently.

"Uh, Drew and Karen Lipskey, newlyweds on their honeymoon."

"Shego's real name is Karen?" Ron sputtered.

"Shego and Drakken are married?" Kim gasped.

Green light flared above them. Kim and Ron looked up to see Shego standing over them, hands blazing. "Yes to both," she snarled.