Chapter Two

Possible Residence
Middleton, Colorado – June 2 16:45

The scene inside the house was just about as crowded and hectic as it was outside. The first thing Kim saw was the destruction in her living room. The couch was lying on its back next to the knocked-over coffee table, the TV was destroyed, and there was a large blackened circle in the center of the carpet. The entire room was roped off with yellow tape, the words Crime Scene Do Not Cross repeated over and over. Two crime lab technicians in white protective suits were moving around the room. One of the techs snapped a photograph of an object lying in the center of the burn mark before the other one picked it up and placed it into a small bag labeled Evidence.

Seeing no one else in the living room she quickly moved into the kitchen. There she saw her mom sitting at the table surrounded by two paramedics and a detective who was talking to her and jotting notes onto a small leather notepad. She was holding a bandage against the right side of her head.

"Mom what happened? …Oh my god, are you alright?" Kim ran up to her mother and knelt down beside her. "What happened here? Where's Dad?"

Kathryn Possible looked at her daughter and began to lose control.

"Oh Kimmie…t-t-they took him away!" Finally she couldn't hold back her emotions and began to cry.

Seeing her mother so upset, Kim had to fight off the urge to cry herself.

"W-who took him away? Is he alright?"

"I-I don't know…it all happened so fast and…and…" Before she could finish her sentence she broke down once again into uncontrollable sobs.

Before Kim could further comfort her crying mother, a man in a dark business suit stepped forward attracting her attention.

"Excuse me, are you Kim Possible?" Kim nodded and the man reached into his jacket, retrieving a leather billfold. He opened it to reveal a small gold badge and a set of credentials. "I'm Special Agent Pollard, I'm with the FBI's Kidnapping Task Force."

"Kidnapping Task Force?" Kim had completely forgotten Ron was there until he spoke up. "What's the FBI doing here?" Ron wasn't exactly known for his brilliance. He adopted a look of confusion as everyone in the room, including Mrs. Possible, shot him an angry look. "What?" Rufus poked out of Ron's pocket and slapped his forehead before mumbling something unintelligible.

"Miss Possible," Special Agent Pollard continued. "Would it be alright if I speak to you in private?" Kim stood up, took a moment to compose herself and nodded.

"What about me?" Ron once again spoke up. "What do you want me to do?"

"Stay with my mom and make sure she's alright." Kim called back as she was led out of the room.

"You got it KP." With that he knelt down next to Kim's mom and placed his arm around her shoulder while Rufus retrieved her a box of tissue. Despite his sometimes-buffoonish attitude, Ron had a gift for helping Kim in her times of need. He was also considered by the Possible's to be an unofficial member of the family. Kim knew he could help comfort her mom while she was gone.

"Feel free to sit down if you wish Miss Possible." Special Agent Pollard gestured casually towards Kim's bed while he took a position leaning against her dresser. "So Kim…do you mind if I call you Kim?"

"No, I don't mind." Kim's voice was calm and steady, having been given a few moments to collect her emotions.

"Great, well feel free to call me Sean if you wish. Anyway, I'm sure this is of no comfort to you but I am very sorry for what you are going through." Sean spoke in a clear and comforting voice that seemed to relax her slightly. She nodded slowly before replying.

"I appreciate your concern Sean, but could you please tell me exactly what happened here?" It was more of a demand than a question.

"Of course." Sean cleared his throat before continuing. "From what Kathryn…err your mother told us, her and your father were watching television in the living room when the attack happened. We're not sure how or where the kidnappers gained access, but we believe it was through an unlocked back door. The first thing they did was throw this into the room."

He handed Kim a small clear evidence bag which contained an object roughly the size of a coke can, it was the same item she had seen the two lab techs collect from the burn mark in her living room. She gasped when she recognized the item as a partially destroyed hand grenade.

"Don't worry, that's what we refer to as a flash-bang grenade." The FBI agent reassured her. "Flash-bangs are designed to cause a bright flash and loud bang in order to stun and confuse whoever it's thrown at. The effects only last a few seconds." Kim breathed a sigh of relief and nodded for him to continue.

"Anyway, as soon as the flash-bang went off, three heavily armed individuals entered the room. One of the gunmen pushed your mother to the floor while the other two grabbed your father. Apparently your mom got a fairly good look at her captor before he hit her in the head with the butt of his rifle. According to her report, he wasn't wearing gloves. Our crime scene technicians managed to recover several latent prints, however most of them have already been matched to your family members." Kim dropped her head into her hands and began rubbing her temple. Sean gave her a moment before continuing. "The good news is that these people seem to be well organized. Now normally this is a bad thing, but with kidnappings it usually means the captors will exercise restraint. They know that if their hostage is harmed they will have nothing to trade."

"What do you mean trade?"

"You see Kim, this type of thing is all about money. Your father is very important to the space center and there are a lot of people who would be willing to pay good money to get him back." The certainty in Sean's voice helped Kim relax a bit.

"So this is a kidnapping for ransom kind of thing?"

"That's what I'm betting on."

"So have they called with a demand yet?"

"No, but it's very common for them to go as long as a week before contacting the family. They tend to get their money faster if the family has grown desperate." He shrugged apologetically. "Sorry but that's just how it tends to work out."

"But he'll be ok…right?" Kim asked, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"They know that if they hurt him they won't get their money. Your father is going to be just fine. In the meantime we've got some of the best law enforcement personnel in the country working to get him back as quickly and as safely as possible."

Kim took a deep breath and, for the first time since receiving Wade's message, began to feel better.

"I'm glad you're here to help get my dad back." She smiled up at Sean, noticing for the first time that the agent didn't appear to be much older than she was. "Do you mind if I go see how my mom is doing?"

"Of course not, go right ahead." Kim stood and began to leave. As she reached the door Sean spoke up. "Oh and Possible?" Kim turned back towards the young FBI agent only to be met with a hardened stare.

"I'm aware of your reputation as a teen-hero crime fighter. This is, however a federal investigation and will be handled by professionals only." Sean took a few steps towards Kim and looked her straight in the eyes. "These are not the type of people you are used do dealing with and any attempt by you or anyone else to interfere with our investigation will be met with severe consequences, good intentions or not. Do I make myself clear?"

Kim stared back at him with a look of fear and hatred before silently turning and leaving the room.