Disclaimer: I do not own Kim or Ron or anyone else, yadee yada…

Hello Everyone! Thank you so much for your reviews, y'all are keeping me going. Right now I'm writing part of this at 8:23 in the morning in Geometry (I hate Trig.) So forgive me if at first it's kind've blah… Now I'm in English, waiting in agony for the lunch bell… This was part of what I wrote earlier today, but now I'm at home from Golf. (giving a pretty boring narrative of my day aren't I? ;)

I snapped my eyes open, blinking a few times to become used to the light streaming through my window. I lay there a few moments, trying to comprehend the reason why my eyelids were so heavy from exhaustion. My gaze moved over to my closet across the room, where my ragged prom dress was hanging. Suddenly, all the memories of last night came flooding back in a torrent, overloading my brain and emotions. I giggle, rolling over out of bed. Everything in my bedroom reminded me of last night. The picture on my dresser of Ron and me in second grade, my dress, the closet where the "battle suit" I used last night was stored, and the phone. The phone! I gasped, remembering my late-night conversation with Ron. I glance at he alarm clock beside it. It read 8:43.

Wow, I had woken up early to have gotten back late last night. But the thought of what happened perked me up. Only ten hours, seventeen minutes, and twenty-eight seconds until my first official date with Ron Stoppable! Twenty-seven seconds... twenty-six seconds, twenty-five seconds… I stopped myself before I got too far into the realm of insanity. This was the giddiest and happiest I had been in a long time.

I yanked open the door and skipped down the hallway, oblivious to the world around me. I guess my oblivion was obvious to others as well, for I tripped over something that ran in front of me on purpose. A little robotic car steered in front of me, its headlights blaring into my eyes in a laughing way. Two identical cackles came to me. I rose up straight, hands clenched into fists at my sides as I glared at the Tweebs.

"Uh oh, she's mad!" the two taunted in unison.

All of a sudden I relaxed. I was not angry anymore. This new feeling I had for a certain someone squashed all others quickly. I sighed, rolled my eyes and walked away. That was strange. Usually when Jim and Tim something like what they just did, I was right after them, trying to retaliate. They must have found this weird as well, for I heard no other jeers aimed at me.

I skipped down the stairs, leaping over the last five steps. As I landed, gravity propelled me farther than I wished to go, ramming me into the opposite wall. I staggered away, dazed. My sense of balance must have gone to the same place my sanity was: non-existence. Somehow I still managed to retain the same gait and I floated to the kitchen, where Mom and Dad both sat at the table, reading the paper. They glanced up when I came in and glided to the refrigerator, my head still in the clouds.

"Good morning Kimmie," greeted Dad, "Sleep well?"

The words did not register in my brain and I looked for the milk, humming a little tune. Then I got some Honey nut Cheerios out of the pantry and sat at the table, my father's words still not coming to me.

Dad tried to repeat it, but Mom shushed him. "No use trying to talk to her in this state," she informed him, a smile in the corners of her mouth.

But Dad still persisted, "Sleep well? Hello?"

I shook my head, laughing. "Sorry Dad. Yeah, I had a good night."

He sipped his coffee, now no longer trying to make contact with my distant mind. I shoveled down my cereal. The twins ran by and got two packs of Pop-Tarts, then ran out, saying they were meeting a friend at this robotic car thing. I finished my cereal, then went back upstairs.

As soon as I was back, I was at a standstill. What was I going to do for ten hours this Saturday? I collapsed in my chair and started reading the issue of Seventeen that I had recently gotten in the mail. Nothing of interest. Why did I still buy it if nothing in it interested me? Oh well.

Suddenly the Kimmunicator went off, its little beeps persistent in getting my attention. I grabbed it.

"What's the sitch Wade?" I asked, wondering if these take over the world people would ever give it a rest.

"Two things," he said, his expression a little more solemn than usual. "First-,"

"Drakken and Shego get out of jail?" I interupted, knowing that was one of the things. After all, the accomplished it many times.

"Yeah," he replied, looking slightly worried, "but that's not the important thing. Well… it kind've is"

I look at Wade quizzically, wondering what could be worse than those two escaping.

"Someone's got your brothers!" he announced.

My heart dropped, mouth opened. What? The thought still did not register. "Who?" I asked breathlessly, wanting to get on it right away.

"I think you know," he said simply.

Of course, Drakken and Shego! They probably wanted revenge for what happened last night. How did they get out do quickly? It dawns on me. The Tweebs said they were going to a robot thing with a friend. Drakken must have tricked them.

"On it Wade," I said, putting down the Kimmunicator and picking up the phone, punching in Ron's number.

"'Lo?" came his voice. My stomach still flipped at his voice, though this time my worry put that away.

"Ron!"

"What is it KP?"

"Drakken has Jim and Tim."

"'K, I'll be right over." He hung up.

I gathered my things, mind preoccupied with what was going on. Drakken and Shego were trying to get weaknesses out of me, and they were succeding. I would do anything if those close to me were placed in danger. But why go after Jim and Tim? I could answer that quickly. They were gullible in a way. They thought a friend had invited them, when really it was Drakken.

I ran out of my room and back to the kitchen. Mom and Dad needed to know what was going on. An empty breakfast table greeted me. They had already gone to work. I went for the phone in the living room. I picked it off the hook, but to my dismay I saw that it had been broken apart, the chip and certain numbers on the dial missing. Probably the Tweebs had stolen the pieces for their computer-robot junk heap. As I thought about it, I concluded that Mom and Dad did not need to know or be worried anyway. After all, it was just Drakken and he never does anything to harm someone. Of course he tries but ends up failing miserably at the attempt.

I ran outside and beeped Wade. "Any news on the location of Drakken and Shego?" I questioned. By now, Wade must have had them chipped in some way.

He nodded. "Radar shows they're on the outskirts of Middleton; along with your brothers."

"Okay, great. At least they're- wait- you have my brothers micro-chipped?"

He looked at me sheepishly. "Yes, I have you, Ron, Monique, Drakken, Shego, Monkeyfist, Killigan, Gemini, DNAmy, Bonnie, Ron's family, and your family all chipped," he said, counting them off his fingers. "Oh yeah, I also have Mr. Barkan, and Josh and Zeeta when y'all were involved with them."

You put a tracker on Bonnie?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Wade shrugged. "Well, you 'associate' with her. Remember the Beebee incident?"

I sighed grudgingly, then went outside, wondering how I was going to get to where those four little red dots showed on the Kimmunicator. A helicopter suddenly started to descend upon the ground in front of me. I put a hand over my eyes, body turned away from the whirring blades. At about the same time Ron rode up on his scooter. His eyes meet mine and we both quickly glance away, blushing. The memory of the prom still hung over us.

A pilot got out of the helicopter and beckoned for us to get on. Both of us get in the whirly-bird and it ascended into the atmosphere quickly. I sat uncomfortably next to Ron. What were we supposed to do now that we were… It was like a little game of peeking, for we both would look at each other, then when we made eye-contact look away. Finally I hear Ron clear his throat.

"So… why do you think Drakken kidnapped your brothers?" he asked.

Yes, why did he? "I think as a way to get back at me or he's trying to trap me," I replied. "I'm not that worried though, since he has never managed to do anything harmful to anyone." But I spoke the words fast, my tone kind of shaky.

There was silence between us for a few moments. "I know you're thinking the same thing as me KP," said Ron, "I think Drakken has changed since last night. He got out of jail fast and immediately he's after your family."

I did not reply, but I unconsciously shuddered. Would Drakken and Shego actually be capable of doing something? I feel Ron touch my hand reassuringly. I looked over and gazed into his eyes. It reminded me of last night at the dance when we both looked at each other.

"I promise I'll help you get your brothers, Kim," he said, his tone so serious.

Suddenly, I started as the Kimmunicator started to vibrate and beep. We were right where the radar showed. I signaled for the pilot to land here. We came to a dilapitated old metal storage building. What would we find inside? Ron looked at me and grasped my hand confidently as we walked to the intimidating and creeping building.

Authors note: Ooohh suspense. I'll have the next chapter soon, so don't worry! I won't leave y'all hanging too long. (hehe lol) PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!