I don't own Kim Possible…still.

Kim stood in front of Bueno Nacho. For a moment she thought Ron wouldn't be coming. It was a ridicules thing to be thinking, she knew. But it still worried her. She worried too much. Ron said he forgave her and that he'd meet her here. She could always count on Ron.

Ron came on his scooter. He looked so cute on that thing. Wait. WHAT? Did she just think Ron was cute? Well, there wasn't anything wrong with that. Was there? Ron stepped off the scooter. No. Kim didn't love him. She couldn't love him. And, even if she did, he didn't feel the same way. He couldn't. He wouldn't.

"Hey, KP."

Oh, how she loved it when he called her that. Wait. WHAT? Kim ran over to Ron and wrapped her arms around his neck. She would have liked to kiss him, but that would have been totally inappropriate.

"I am so sorry, Ron," she said, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Kim," Ron said, pushing her away slightly, "you only have to apologize once. And I accepted your apology. I can't stay mad at you, KP. You're my best friend, and I…care too much about you to stay angry with you."

"Let me make it up to you," she replied, "I'll treat you to you're standard Naco Night order."

"Oh, you're going to regret offering that," Ron said evilly.

Kim laughed at that. Ron did everything he could to make his order the best Bueno Nacho had to offer. But Kim didn't regret it one bit. She really wanted to make it up to Ron for how she treated him. Not just today, but for the last three years. Kim had climbed the latter of popularity, but Ron stayed the same. Part of Kim had wished that he tried to change, but now, she was grateful that he didn't. She liked him the way he was. Kim made her order (a very small one) and paid Ned.

"Have a muyo bueno day," Ned said.

"Same to you," Kim replied.

Kim and Ron sat at their booth. The booth where they always sat when they went to Bueno Nacho. Kim only just now realized that she'd come to think of it as "their booth". It was strangely romantic.

Ron looked at one of his nacos (he had ordered five) and said, "Oh, yes, beautiful. Where…have you been…all my life?"

Kim giggled, knowing that Ron was only saying it to make her laugh.

Is it just me, Kim thought, or was he looking at me when he said, "Oh, yes, beautiful"? No. Couldn't be.

"Mmmm. Na-co," Rufus added.

"How can you eat all that?" Kim asked.

"Haven't you heard?" Ron said, "Scientists have discovered that there's a black hole in my stomach. So only a fraction of the food I eat actually gets digested."

"Ro-on," Kim said, "That was…snicker…terrible."

"I know," Ron said, starting off on his first naco.

As Kim was about to eat hers, she thought of a way to get Ron back for that terrible joke. But she wasn't sure if she could pull it off. She braced herself…and shoved her entire naco in her face. She looked at Ron as she chewed through the crunchy Mexican dish. She was satisfied to see a shocked look on his face. It seemed like it took forever to chew her naco. Once she finished, she topped it off with the loudest burp she could muster. Kim's cheeks reddened when she noticed that Ron wasn't the only one that saw her display. Everyone in the restaurant was staring at her. Or so it seemed.

"Now you know what it's like to sit across from you," she managed to say.

"Kim, that was…that was…I don't know what that was."

—Drakken lair—

"Señor Senior Junior, Adrena Lynn, I had no idea you two knew each other," Drakken said as he opened the door.

"We didn't," Junior said, "We simply came at the same time."

"Ah, and how is your father?" Drakken asked.

"Only his hope to see Kim Possible destroyed is keeping him alive," Junior said.

"Well," Drakken said, "we'll have make sure he'll be able to see that before he dies."

"What are you talking about?" the extreme teen asked.

"My father, Señor Senior Senior, has taken an ill turn," Junior answered, "I'd rather not talk about it."

—Back at Bueno Nacho—

"By the way," Kim said, presenting the vibro-staffs, "you dropped these."

"Hey," Ron said cheerfully, "I wouldn't want to lose these."

As he put them in his backpack, Kim asked, "So…anything new happen at school before the mission."

"Nothing to report. What? Was something supposed to?"

"Well," Kim said, "I did meet the new guy at Middleton High. His name's Eric. He's really great."

"Oh, well, that's cool," Ron said, trying to hide how hurt he felt.

"It's not like he's my boyfriend (yet), but I felt the chemistry."

"Well, could you just…um," Ron said, putting a hand on Kim's shoulder, "Look, KP, I don't want you to rush into anything. You might get your heart broken, and I…look, please…just…be careful, okay."

"So not the drama, Ron," Kim said, "I can take care of myself."

"I know," Ron replied, "I just…never mind. Congratulations."

"Thanks," Kim paused, "Oh, snap! I told Mr. Barkin that we'd be back by five. We are so going to get detention. This tanks!"

Ron never thought he'd hear Kim say "this tanks"…ever! It was more than a little odd.

"Oh, well, KP," Ron said, "We'll have to deal."

"Yeah," Kim said, "I'm in no mood to get to know Junior and Vinnie more."

"Let's change the subject," Ron said.

"What to?"

"Didn't Drakken's arrival at Falsetto's mansion seem a bit…odd?"

—Back at Drakken's lair—

"Monkey Fist, what kept you?" Junior asked.

"Falsetto didn't want to incriminate himself any farther," Fist replied, "So we had to find our own mode of transportation."

"Ay," Duff added, "The next time I see that rich, stuck up little weasel, I'll hit him so hard, it'll knock that helium accent out of him."

"Calm yourself, Killigan," Fist said.

"Yeah," Motor Ed added, "Let's pay attention to gettin' rid of red. Seriously."

—Bueno Nacho—

"Yeah," Kim replied, "It did seem a bit coincidental. What do you think he's up to?"

"You want to know what I think?" Ron asked.

"Yes," Kim said, "You've obviously shown that you can do more than be a sidekick. I always call you my partner. It's high time I started acting like you are."

"Well, I see two possible scenarios (no pun intended)," Ron said, holding up two fingers, "First: Drakken was out to steal that Barter Diamond thing from Falsetto. He would then threaten to turn Falsetto in if he didn't pay Drakken a ransom."

"Makes sense," Kim said when Ron paused, "What's the second scenario?"

Ron swallowed hard and said, "The Barter Diamond was a distraction. Drakken, Motor Ed, Monkey Fist, Duff Killigan, and Falsetto are really working together to…I don't know what they plan to do. They're acting like they're batting against each other to mask their real plan."

"I don't know," Kim replied, "It seems to smart for Drakken."

"Exactly," Ron said, "Which is exactly why their must be a sixth member of this little plot. But who it could be, I don't have a clue."

—Drakken's lair—

"Now that everyone is here," Drakken said, "we can start the meeting."

"What about Shego?" Duff asked, "Shouldn't we wait for her?"

"Shego is no longer under my eployment."

"Are you certain that this plot will work without her?" Fist asked.

"Of course it will," Junior answered for Drakken, "It is flawless."

"I'll be the judge of that, pretty boy," Lynn said.

"What is the plan, cousin?" Ed said, "Seriously."

"Here is the full plan," Drakken said, pushing a button on the circular table that activated a holographic simulator, "Forgive me for not revealing my plot completely until now, but silence was our best defense against that computer kid's spying."

"What's going to keep him from spying on us now?" Ed asked, "Seriously."

"He won't because I set up a small gamming system," Lynn answered, "It's big enough to cover this whole room, yet small enough to keep from being pinned down unless you're about a half mile from the source. Freaky!"

"Ye-ah," Drakken said, "Moving on…"

—Bueno Nacho—

"As crazy as that theory sounds," Kim said, "I think you might be right. What should we do first to test it?"

Ron snapped his fingers and said, "The Barter Diamond!"

"What about it?"

"Drakken might have made up the fact that Falsetto stole it, or made up the whole consept."

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh," Rufus added.

"Good point," Kim said, pulling out her kimunicator, "Wade."

"Hey, Kim," the twelve-year old super genius said, "You make up with Ron?"

"Yeah," Kim said, she was happy that Wade cared, "Could you dig up some dirt on the Barter Diamond. I think Drakken is after it."

"Sure," Wade said, "I could also work on getting Drakken's current location."

"Please and thank you," Kim said before turning off the kimunicator.

—Drakken's lair—

"This," Drakken said while pointing at the hologram, "Is my design for my greatest evil creation, the Bebe Bs. The original design had a programming flaw. They wouldn't obey my orders. So I'll be adding components of the Neural Compliance Chip to their Central Hive Mind Core."

"What's a Neural Compliance Chip, Drakken?" Lynn asked.

"It's a computer chip that overrides the nervous system and the brain, allowing total mind control," Fist answered.

"Yes," Drakken continued, "With my robotics expertise, Lynn's computer skills, Ed's motor skills, Killigan's strength in designing explosives, Monkey Fist's martial art proficiency, and Señor Senior Junior's vast wealth we shall create the ULTAMATE ROBOT ARMY! HA HA HA HA HA HA!"

—Bueno Nacho—

Beep-beep beep beep

Kim answered the four-ring tone with a "What's the sitch?"

Boy did Ron love to hear her say that. He found himself off in la-la land when Kim said his name.

"Ron," she said, "We've got 'em. Drakken is in his regular lair."

"The one in the Bahamas?" Ron said, "Why can't he just get a new lair?"

"Idonknow," Rufus said.

"Well, maybe if we end this quick, we can hit the beach," Kim said.

"Booyah! What are we waiting for?" Ron shouted.

Sorry it took me so long to update, but I ran into a serious writers block. Maybe seeing So the Drama will provide more inspiration. I'll be bringing in more and more villains, so go ahead and give me more suggestions on which ones to use.