Kim ambled down the sidewalk, soaking up the summer sun. She was relieved, to say the least, that school was finally out. No more homework, no more teachers, no more worrying about college (for now), no more Bonnie bitching, and no more Ron.

Kim wasn't sure that hooking up with her best friend was the best idea after all. It was basically the same, except with kissing. And Ron isn't a very good kisser. Plus, Kim didn't feel quiet right. Like, shouldn't there be more? People always say love means fireworks, music, excitement! What Kim felt for Ron was the emotional equivalent to a sparkler. It was cool at first, and fun to wave around, but now the light had died and Kim wanted to throw it away. Only, throwing it away would break poor Ron's heart. But Kim was losing it. She needed that "something more". Hell, she got more out of her fights with Shego then a night with Ron.

Although, on the plus side, Kim had a chance to think this all over, with Ron vacationing in Norway for the majority of summer break. He had left the day after their last mission.

'Speaking of which,' Kim thought, 'I should go see Drakken and Shego soon. They'll be expecting me.'

With her head among the clouds, Kim didn't notice the young girl running down the street toward her, until she called out her name.

"Kim! Kim Possible!"

Kim turned. The girl stopped in front of her, grinning. She was young, only 14 or 15, and of medium height and build. Her middle length brown/blond/red hair was held up in a ponytail. She pushed her oval shaped black glasses farther up her nose, her hazel eyes shining in excitement.

"Hi."

"Uh...hi. Can I help you?"

"Uh huh," she nodded, "My name is An...I mean, R.G. You can call me Rea."

Kim cocked her head to side, expecting more. "Nice to meet you...?"

Rea giggled nervously, "I was wondering...if I could join your team?"

Kim blinked, "What?"

"Your team. I wanna join it."

Kim looked her over again. There was nothing remarkable about this kid. She was average. She wore baggy jean shorts, a plain white t-shirt, and flip flops. On her hands, which she had clasped together, she had thin gloves which cut off at the fingers.

Rea fidgeted under Kim's gaze. She had never felt this uncomfortable around Shego. Maybe it was because she couldn't be seen, hiding up in the air ducts. "I know I don't look like much, but I can fight. Very well too, if I do say so myself."

Kim nodded, and lunged. Rea side stepped her. Kim regained herself, spinning around and dropping to a crouch. Rea readied herself, fists raised. Kim leaped up, kicking at the girl. Rea caught her foot, and shoved her back. Kim twisted into a roundhouse punch. Rea ducked, dropped to the ground, and swept her foot under Kim's legs. Kim flipped back, landing several feet away. Rea rushed forward, and jumped. She flipped in the air, pushed off the ground with a handspring, and landed in front of the red head. Kim stumbled back, surprised by the sudden change in proximity. Rea kicked, hitting Kim in the jaw. The woman fell to the ground.

Groaning, Kim pushed herself up on her elbows. She was met by Rea's extended hand. The red head eyed it before taking it, and pulled herself up.

Rea smiled apologetically, "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to kick you."

"No, it's ok," Kim assured her, rubbing her throbbing jaw, "You fight well, for a kid."

Rea dusted off her hands, "So, will you let me on the team?"

"Well, with Ron on vacation, I will need a substitute partner for missions," Kim thought aloud.

"Ron Stoppable? He's on vacation?"

"Yeah. By the way, how do you know me and Ron?"

Rea's gaze dropped to the ground, "I've got a hand in at Goble Justice. I knew you and Ron were some of their younger agents. Plus, I did some preliminary research. Kimberly Ann." The girl stifled a snort.

Kim put her hands on her hips, "And what's so funny about my name?"

"Nothing, nothing!" Rea waved her hands in front of her, "I didn't say anything."

"Humph."

"Look, I'm sorry," the girl left her arms fall to her side, "Please, I'd really, really like to join you. Can I?"

"I'll have to think about it. This is kinda impromptu."

"I realize," Rea looked apologetic again, "But I just got here. I was going to go to your house, leave a message with your parents asking to meet you and talk about my desire to join your team. But when I saw you, I decided I might as well get it over with."

Kim nodded slowly, "Where are you staying?"

"Uh...like I said, I just got here and-"

"You don't have anywhere to go," Kim finished.

"Well, not yet, anyway" Rea rubbed her left arm with her gloved right hand.

"How about this: come with me to my house. I'll interview you; decide if you merit an internship with me. If you do, I can have it arranged so that you stay at my house. If not, then you can go home."

"Very professional," the kid grinned, "Deal."

They shook hands.

"Oh, for crying out loud, Shego, stop moping!"

"No."

"Kim will be here soon, I promise."

"How can you keep a promise like that? You don't control her."

"I did once, and I know how to draw her in. Just give me a couple more days."

"Drakken, she isn't the same anymore. She's changed, grown up. I can tell. Things are different now"

"You're going to have to trust me."

"But-"

"Please, Shego."

"..."

"Shego."

"...alright."

"Whoa."

"Whoa, what?"

"I didn't quite expect your house to be...like this," Rea threw out her arms in a vague gesture.

"What do you mean?"

"It's all Frank Lloyd Wright, and stuff."

"No, actually, it isn't Frank Lloyd Wright."

Rea shook her head, "I'm not very big on architecture."

"Neither am I," said Kim, opening the front door.

They walked into the living room, currently occupied by the Dr.s' Possible, and their twin sons.

"Hello, Kimmie Cub," said Mr. Dr. Possible from his place on the couch, "How are you?"

"I'm good," Kim replied, "I didn't think anyone would be home."

"It's our vacation this week," Mrs. Dr. Possible removed her arm from her husband's shoulder, "And your brothers were kicked out of camp again."

"It's not our fault if they can't handle a little red dye," said Jim.

"In the food," added Tim.

"And the pool," Jim began to count of his fingers, "And in the girl's cabin, and in the-"

"Who's your friend, dear?" asked Mr. Possible.

Kim looked back at Rea, who had shrunk into a corner, blushing slightly, "This is Ray. She wants to join Ron and me."

The girl cleared her throat, "Uh, it's not Ray, its Rea."

"That's what I said."

"No, you said Ray, R-A-Y. I'm Rea, R-E-A."

Kim gave her a weird look, "What?"

The Possible parents, clearly not minding the strange outburst from their daughter's new companion, smiled sweetly at their young guest. Her blush deepened.

"We're going to go to my room, ok?" Kim took Rea's hand, and began to drag her from the room. She didn't need much motivation to leave.

"Have fun, kids!"

"What was all that about?" Kim asked as she and Rea reached the top of the stairs and walked down the hall to Kim's room.

"You said my name wrong. That's all."

Kim shook her head, "Whatever." They entered the room. "Uh...gimmie a sec, I'm going to grab the documents." She began ruffling through her desk. Rea fiddled with the keychain attached to her belt loop. It contained a house key, a key to her bike lock, and small wooden block with 'Great Smoky MT' written on the back. Whatever came after 'MT' was faded, unreadable. The front was covered in tape.

"Sit," Kim called from over her shoulder. Rea did as she was told, settling down on Kim's bed. She grabbed a near by stuffed animal, and wrapped her arms around it, resting her chin on its head.

"Ok," Kim settled herself on a chair across from Rea, a packet in one hand, a pencil in the other, "I'm going to ask you some questions. I want you to answer them truthfully."

Rea pointed at the paper, "Is that something of Goble Justice?"

Kim nodded, "First: Your name?"

"Rea."

Kim raised an eyebrow.

The girl shrugged, "Goble Justice knows me as Rea. It's no big deal."

"Alright. Second: Age."

"14."

"Three: Sex. Female, duh."

"How do you know?"

Kim stared at her.

"I'm kidding! Yes, I'm all girl."

Kim shook her head, concealing a small smile, "Four: Current residence."

Rea paused. Where did she live? After all, this wasn't her proper world.

Kim cocked her head, "Well?"

"None."

"Seriously?" the red head looked a bit shocked.

"Well...I'm not sure. It's complicated."

"I guess we'll come back to that one," said Kim, although she looked suspicious, "Five: Physical strengths."

"Hand to hand combat, swimming, and heavy lifting."

"Six: Physical weaknesses."

"Prolonged running, jumping high/long distances, flexibility."

"Seven: Weapon knowledge."

"I can properly use a sword, quarterstaff, various guns, nun chucks, throwing knives, and explosives. I am best with swords, quarterstaffs, and hand guns."

"Eight: Ability to work with others."

"I am good at working with others. I am a diligent follower and, if need be, I can be an effective leader."

"Nine: Ability to work alone."

"I am particularly good at working alone, although I found it can get difficult when outnumbered."

"Ten: Ability at being stealthy."

"I was specially trained for stealth. It's what I'm best at."

"Eleven: Ability to fight large numbers."

"It's not my finest point, but I can hold my own."

"Twelve: Why do you want to be a part of Goble Justice?"

Rea paused for a second time, frowning slightly. How could she word it effectively? "I...want to prove a point."

Kim looked up from what she was writing, "What point?"

"That I can do what my master thinks can't be done."

"And what would that be?"

"None of your business," Rea said, sticking her tongue out at the woman, looking incredibly juvenile.

Kim frowned, "You're not going to tell me?"

"You'll see when I'm done."

"Will I approve?"

Rea shrugged. 'I certainly hope so,' she thought.