I don't own a thing, Disney does. Kim Possible is BACK baby! 4th season is on the way (granted, not for a few months at least), and I couldn't be happier, even if it does make my entire universe AU.

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The Things Men Do – Chapter 4

April 10th

Dear Kim,

I'm a little worried about Ron… okay, more than a little worried. He tries to put a brave face on. At school, he tries to be the same old goof he always was. Even with villains, he's always cracking jokes and such. But when he's alone… he misses you a lot Kim. As soon as he had the cast off his leg, he asked Wade for a mission, anything that needed doing. He's been driving himself so hard the last couple of days, never stopping for a moment. He's wearing himself out, and I don't know what to do anymore?

When you got hurt, he knew there was a chance you would wake up. But when Rufus died… he lost a lot of himself. He doesn't show it, but I can feel it. When we talk telepathically, I can feel what he's feeling… he needs you so much right now Kim, more than I would have thought possible.

Please… wake up soon.

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Bonnie awoke feeling warm and safe. Brick's arm was draped casually over her waist, his breath warm against the back of her neck, his body seemingly shaped around hers. She sighed, snuggling closer, and she felt the urge to just close her eyes again and let sleep take her. Her eyes flickered briefly towards the clock on her bedside table though, and she realized that sleep was to be denied to her in this instance.

Bonnie shifted as carefully as she could, hoping not to disturb Brick as he still slumbered. It took a few moments, but she managed to extricate herself from his embrace, and went to get ready. She still had an hour until her and Tara were expected at the police station, but she really didn't want to give them a bad impression of them by arriving late for the briefing.

Bonnie turned on the water for a shower, testing the temperature until it was just right. Satisfied, she stepped into the stream, allowing the hot water to rush over her, the steady beat of the drops massaging the sore muscles from yesterday's activities. She allowed her mind to process the events as she luxuriated under the torrent, and she realized now that some things seemed strange about the case.

How come they haven't found a single clue with any of the killings? Why is this person doing this in the first place? And why did that strange tingling in the back of my head back at the crime scene seem so familiar?

Bonnie tore herself away from the shower, realizing that she had ample time to figure everything out in the next little while, after they had captured the one responsible. Wrapping a towel around herself, she headed back to her room, and was surprised to see Brick awake lying on the bed, his head cradled in the nook of his elbow, as he gazed at her.

"Kinda missed you when I woke up."

Bonnie smiled, leaning in to kiss him tenderly. "That case I was working on yesterday? There's a briefing today at the police station shortly, and I have to get over there."

Brick's smile faded briefly. "I thought we'd get to spend the day together?"

Bonnie sat on the bed, and started stroking her fingers through his hair. "And we will. This won't take more than an hour, and then I am all yours. One of the downsides of this job is a lack of boyfriend time. But making up for that can be just as fun!"

Brick's smile widened, and his hand, which had been slowly stroking her lower back, made its way downward. With a laugh, Bonnie grabbed his hand, bringing it up in front of her. "Now, now, no time for that right now. I have to get going."

Brick looked like he was going to sulk, but she could see the hint of a grin in his expression. She leaned back down, and their lips met for a much more impassioned kiss. Reluctantly pulling away, she rose and headed for the closet, sashaying her hips with extra emphasis as she ducked into the closet to get changed.

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The police station was a mass of organized chaos when Bonnie and Tara arrived. Officers busied themselves everywhere, running back and forth between desks and offices distributing updates and bulletins. It took a couple tries to find an officer willing to point them towards Detective Thomas, and even then, they had to search around a bit before they found him.

The detective was in an office near his desk, yelling quite loudly onto the phone. Both teens winced when he slammed the receiver down, his eyes almost feral as he turned his attention to them.

"Detective Thomas, what's the problem?"

His eyes lost some of their feral nature, as he slumped down into the chair behind him. "Mrs. Bannerman was found dead this morning… suicide."

Tara looked aghast, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. Bonnie's eyes went wide, and she leaned over, hands firmly planted on the oak desk. "I thought she was under full suicide watch. What the hell happened?"

"Both of my officers fell asleep on the job. When their replacements came in a couple hours ago, she was already cold!"

His hands clenched in frustration, and he grabbed a mug off the table, throwing it against the wall. The sound of shattering briefly paused the chaos outside the office, as dozens of eyes turned towards the sound. Detective Thomas pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed, as he fought to regain control of his temper. After a few moments he looked back up at the two of them, and he seemed a bit more composed. "I want to catch this bastard so bad right now!"

Tara, who had been silent up until this point, walked up slowly to the detective, placing a hand comfortingly on his shoulder. "And we will. Now, shouldn't we figure out how we're going to do that?"

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Bonnie couldn't help but be amazed at just how resilient Tara actually was, as she sipped slowly on her pop, only half paying attention to what was being said. Even before the run-in with Gill, she always seemed to maintain that innocent optimism that everything would work out in the end, and making sure that everyone else knew that. Just an hour before, she was discussing sharpshooter placements with the SWAT team, and now, here she was, laughing and joking during lunch with the gang as if nothing was going on at all. Bonnie envied her friend that ability. Here she was, on what was supposed to be a fun day, even getting Ron out to join them, and she couldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen tomorrow.

"Bonnie, hon?"

Bonnie snapped out of her reverie, and gazed up at Brick, who was gazing at her intently, concern etched on his features. "I'm fine. I've just got a lot on my mind right now."

Josh, his arm around Tara, just smiled. "And I think I have the perfect solution to cure that problem. The mini-putt down the street just opened up today."

Felix grinned between bites on his pizza. "Sounds like a plan to me. We could even say loser buys the snacks for the movie tonight!"

Monique glared at him, but the effect was lost with the smile on her face. "You only want to make it more interesting cause you know you won't lose!"

Brick just puffed out his chest, sitting straighter in the booth. "Well, the Brickmeister is more than happy to whup all your butts if it means free snacks!"

Bragging was bantered around, and as they finished eating, they all rose, heading out of the mall. As they reached the door though, Ron patted Brick on the arm, slowing him and Bonnie up.

"Hey Brick, mind if I steal your girl for a sec?"

Brick smiled, and leaned in to give Bonnie a quick kiss. "I want her back in the same condition when you're done."

Ron and Brick shared a laugh, and then he headed out the doors. The smile faded from Ron's face though when he was gone.

"This case is really getting to you, isn't it?"

Bonnie just smirked a bit, but it disappeared quickly. "That obvious, huh?"

Ron tapped his head with his index finger. "You're kinda radiating a bit. Sure you don't need any help with this one?"

Bonnie just shook her head. "I got this one covered. Tara's gonna be there tomorrow, as well as half the cops in the Tri-city forces. I should be good."

Ron just nodded. "Well, if you need any help…"

"I know where to turn. Besides, don't you have a project due on Monday that you should get done?"

Ron rolled his eyes, a bit of a smile lighting his face. "Nag, nag, nag, you sound like my mother!"

Bonnie slapped him playfully, a smile creeping onto her features as well. "I do not nag, I encourage. Now, we should get out there before they start to worry."

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The weekend had passed far too quickly for Bonnie's liking. She and Tara were stationed with a couple other officers in a house next door to the predicted victim's, focused entirely on the radio in her hand. They decided it was best to catch the person in the act, so they could verify identity, since they still didn't know any details about the killer. She didn't like the thought of using the woman as bait like this, but she had to admit it was the best bet. The houses on either side were stationed with officers, as well as across the street. Look-outs were stationed everywhere in a two block radius, tracking everyone that entered the target zone, tracking their movements within the zone every step of the way. Nothing could get in here without their knowledge, and Bonnie just hoped it would be enough.

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Will Du was slowly making his way through a couple of backyards as he made his way to the target's location. He had seen her enter the house just a little while ago, and had finally decided the best bet was to be in the house when the killer made their move. He hopped the fence with little effort, and calculated he had three more lots to go. As he prepared to jump another fence, a harsh voice behind him made him pause.

"Freeze right there buddy!"

Will raised his hands and turned around, his eyes focusing on the guns the two plain clothes officers had directed his way. "It's all right officer, I'm Agent Will Du with Global Justice."

One of the officers advanced slowly, carefully reaching into Will's pocket, and pulling out his identification. He gave it a cursory glance and nodded to his partner. Holstering their weapons, the officer returned Will's wallet. "Sorry about that sir, we have a full perimeter set up right now, can't be too careful. Detective Thomas needed to talk with you right away when you got here. Important intel on the target. I'm to take you to him right away."

Will glanced over at the house where he had been headed. He wanted to get there as fast as he could, but he knew that if this detective had intel to give him regarding the target, it had to be important. "Lead the way Officer."

The officer lead Will to a car out front on the street, and he motioned for Will to get in. When Will paused, the officer explained. "Detective Thomas is at the command set-up, about two blocks away. We'll need to drive there, so that we aren't attracting away attention from the lookouts."

Nodding, Will got into the passenger seat, and the officer quickly started up the car, pulling away. It was several moments before Will realized that they were heading away from the stake out. "I do believe we should be heading in the other direction."

The officer just shook his head, not taking his attention from the road. "Sorry sir, orders from Detective Thomas and Agent Rockwaller. You're to be removed from the scene upon arrival. I have my orders!"

Will Du seethed inside. Damn that woman!

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Bonnie almost jumped when the radio burst briefly into static. "Rockwaller, you read me?"

Bonnie chuckled softly to herself as she pressed the button to respond. "I hear you Thomas."

"That little pest control problem we had has been taken care of, so no need to worry on that front. Just the rat left to take care of. Traps good where you are?"

Bonnie looked over at the officers, who nodded briefly. "Traps are all set here. Just waiting for them to be sprung."

"Roger that!"

Tara shifted over, talking in a hushed tone, a smile lighting her face. "That what I think it was?"

Bonnie smiled. "Yup! Will Du just got taken out of the area."

"Oh, he's not going to like that!"

The two teens sat there, waiting for any word over the radio. The occasional comment about incoming motorists and pedestrians filtered in, and Bonnie began to grow bored. Shifting slightly, she felt her eyelids begin to close, ever so slightly, as she felt exhaustion setting in.

She sat up quickly, as she felt the desire to sleep getting stronger. Looking over at the officers and at Tara, she saw them slumped over in sleep as well, their gentle snoring audible with the now silent radio emitting no sounds. Shaking her head, she felt the telltale buzzing in the back of her mind that she had felt before at the first crime scene, and finally recognized it. It was the same feeling she had gotten during the fight with Monkey Fist, when he had invaded her mind.

The killer they were pursuing was a psychic!

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Author's Notes – I know I've said this before, but check out "The Darkness Within", written by the GWA, a collaboration of G-Go, mattb3671, MrDrP, wesUAH, CaptainKodak1, and myself. Guaranteed to thrill, surprise, and shock!