The Things Men Do Chapter 5, a kim possible fanfic

I don't own a thing, Disney does. A quick word to EvlMoogle, who didn't have the decency to log in to make his/her review. First off, people don't always use proper grammar when speaking, so it isn't necessary to be grammatically correct on everything written when it involves speech. Second, your list of names; not one of them is canon from the show, and therefore are fully up for interpretation. I tend to use some of the most popular ones that are in use, such as Andrea for Kim's mom, and Matthews for Tara's last name. Finally, while I appreciate criticism in all forms, have the balls to log in when you do it. When the criticism is valid, I like to respond to it, and address it in a decent manner. Quite often, I am thankful that they pointed something out to me, or addressed their concerns in such a way that we might discuss it, like some of the issues a couple had with the sexual content in Life Changes. The way you did it though is just pathetic, and makes me tempted to stop receiving reviews from people not willing to sign in.

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The Things Men Do – Chapter 5

April 11th

Dear Kim,

Well, good to know you're going to wake up soon! Just wish I could get these bloody powers to tell me when though! I don't know why it took so long to finally get a reading off you, but it definitely cheered up Ron. I had to try something though, with the way Ron's been, had to give him some kind of hope. Took a full two hours of concentration, which was strange right off the bat, but I finally did it! You, me, and Ron, all at Upperton University, though I assume he was there visiting you since he's taking the culinary course at Middleton. Just hope it won't be that long until you wake up, but at least it's something!

Oh, by the way, found on online chat group for people like me. Granted, most of them seem to be crazy or idiot wannabes, but there seem to be some genuine people on there as well. Guess I'm not as alone as I thought!

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The killer they were pursuing was a psychic!

Bonnie rose to her feet quickly, and rushed to Tara's side. "Tara! TARA, WAKE UP!"

Tara stirred briefly, before shifting into a more comfortable position as she slept against the wall. Bonnie winced slightly as she pulled back her hand, and slapped Tara across the face.

Now Tara stirred awake. "Wha… Bonnie? What…"

Bonnie hastily rushed over to the officer by the window, trying at first to shake him awake. "We're dealing with a psychic! Whoever it is just put every officer in the area to sleep, and almost got me too!"

Her attempts to wake the officer were not as successful as they had been with Tara, and as she turned back to her friend, she glanced out the window. Her eyes went wide with what she saw.

The woman from her vision was scooping a grocery bag from the back the back of her car, and turned to head in. Across the road from her was a figure, dressed in black from head to toe, walking casually up towards her. Bonnie could sense the malice in the figure from here, and Bonnie felt a cold chill run up her spine.

"Tara, we have to go now!"

Tara looked up, and could see the panic in Bonnie's eyes. "What about the officers?"

Bonnie shook her head. "No time! I just saw the killer outside. We have to move now!"

Tara nodded, but reached down to the officers belt, pulling free the revolver, quickly checking to make sure it was loaded. Bonnie just stared at her wide-eyed as Tara did all that in just three seconds.

"Tara… where'd you learn to do that?"

Tara just smiled lightly. "You know me, when I set my mind on doing something, I go all out! I've been practicing at a shooting range for the last few weeks. Come on, let's go!"

The two teens raced out the door, just in time to catch sight of the figure in black as it entered the house. Bonnie knew they didn't have much time, and she forced her legs to move faster. A scream echoed forth just as she hit the front door, and she barreled through. Her shoulder ached from the impact, but she kept moving. She slid to a stop at the kitchen door just in time to see the figure in black turn sharply to look at her.

Bonnie had a brief moment to assess the situation. The woman lay on the ground, clutching at her back, a small pool of blood slowly expanding behind her, as she inched away, panic clearly set on her expression. It appeared to be a superficial gash, enough to draw blood and cause pain, but do no lasting damage. Thinking on the crime scene reports, she knew that the killer liked to take their time, and she knew the woman would be fine if they could get her out of here.

Satisfied that the woman would be all right a few moments more, she turned her attention to the figure in black. Now that she could see the person up close, she could see that it was actually a woman, something the form-hugging outfit she was wearing clearly demonstrated. Her eyes had a maniacal gleam to them, something she had only ever really seen once, on the face of Monkey Fist, and the sensation it evoked gave her chills.

When she saw the pair, she rose slowly, a hideous smile still formed on her face. She gazed between both Bonnie and Tara, who had the gun trained on her, but showed no concern. "So, you're stronger than I thought! I figured you'd be napping for a little while longer. I hadn't even gotten to the good part yet!"

Tara's hands shook slightly, but she kept the revolver aimed at the woman. "You're under arrest! Drop the knife, and get down on the floor now!"

The woman appeared to sulk briefly, spreading her arms wide but not yielding the knife. "But sweetie, I was just having a little fun! Here, let's play catch!"

With almost expert ease, she flicked the knife towards Tara, sending it right for her head. Bonnie reacted quickly, pushing her friend out of the way and she watched horrified as the blade came within an inch of hitting her.

Tara recovered quickly, and fired two shots into the legs of the woman. Tara winced as she went down, blood streaming from where the bullets penetrated.

"You got me, you got me!"

"Or did you?"

The voice coming from behind her forced Tara to whirl around quickly, and she stared in shock as the woman in black was standing casually behind her. She turned to look back at the where she had been, but there was no one there, not even a trace of blood stained the floor where she had fallen. She turned back to the woman, confusion evident.

"Missed me, missed me, now you've got to kiss me!" The woman grabbed Tara's head and kissed her full on the lips before jamming her knee into Tara's stomach, driving the wind from her lungs.

As Tara fell backwards, a hard, high kick drove the woman's head back, and she crashed to the floor. Bonnie stood over her, anger flaring. "I've had more than enough of you!"

The woman wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, and smiled at the blood she found there. "Oh, does BonBon like to play rough? I'm game!"

She rose quickly, throwing a kick at Bonnie's head, but the teen ducked. She aimed a punch at the woman's gut, and was shocked when her hand passed right through. Pain lanced across her shoulder a moment later, and she stared in shock as she found the woman behind her, brandishing the knife. Bonnie glanced down at her shoulder, and was relieved that the cut didn't seem too deep.

"Fool you once, shame on you. Fool you twice, well… you're just an idiot!"

Bonnie drove her leg forward, but the woman just backed up. She threw another right that passed through the woman, and felt the knife slash across her back in response.

"Face it BonBon, you're just not in my league! Why not just give it up now!"

A shot sounded, followed by a grunt of pain. Tara sat on her knees, one hand holding her gut, the other pointing the gun. "Forgot about me, didn't you?"

Bonnie brought up a roundhouse kick, connecting with the woman's jaw, and felt some satisfaction at shutting the woman up. The woman collapsed against the wall and slid to the floor, unmoving. Bonnie, holding her shoulder, leaned down to check on her. The shot Tara had fired had gone cleanly through the leg, and her pulse remained strong. Bonnie turned back to Tara and smiled. "Good job Tara!" She looked over at the almost victim who was still sobbing against the drawers." Can you take care of her while I truss up our little friend here?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to stick around?" Bonnie turned quickly, only to find the woman's eyes wide open, a malicious grin on her face. "Sorry I couldn't stay and play some more, but I have things to do, places to be, people to kill. Awfully sweet of you to check on me though, we'll have to play some more soon! TTFN!"

Bonnie dove forward, but passed right through the woman. She rose quickly, looking all around, but the woman was gone.

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Bonnie winced when the ambulance attendant laid the bandage across her back. The police had woken up shortly after the woman had gotten away, and now they were scrounging for any and all clues they could find. Bonnie pointed out a spot of blood on the floor, from when Tara had shot her, and they had already taken it to the lab. Now, while she was being wrapped up, she was being interrogated by several officers, as was Tara.

The attendant had just finished wrapping her back when she saw Detective Thomas, and she quickly jumped to her feet. Pushing past the rest of the officers, being very careful of the cut to her shoulder, she made her way over to the man, who was talking to someone in a suit. Tapping him lightly on the shoulder, she waited for him to turn around.

"We need to talk in private. Right now!"

Detective Thomas nodded, and indicated to one of the empty police cars. Hopping into the passenger seat, she waited for him to get in and shut the door before she started.

"The killer is a psychic!"

Detective Thomas just looked at her incredulously. "You aren't serious, are you? You mean, like a mind reader or something?"

"I'm being serious here! How else do you explain every one of your officers passing out like that?"

"There are any number of chemicals that can do the exact same thing."

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "All of them at once? In a two block radius? And what about the suicides of loved ones the day after the killings?"

Thomas seemed to consider this, before shaking his head. "That kind of stuff is strictly science fiction. It isn't real. Besides, how would you know if this person is psychic or not?"

"Because I am!"

Thomas paused for a moment, appraising her expression for any hint of joking or deception, but couldn't find any. "Come on, that kind of stuff can't exist, not in real life."

"How do you think I found this place?" Bonnie rubbed her temple briefly, before she sighed. "Look, let me try something here."

Slowly, she lowered her hand to his arm, eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration. When her eyes opened again, she smiled. "The first words out of your wife's mouth when you get home tonight will be 'Honey, did you remember to pick up the milk like I asked?'"

His eyes went wide. "My wife called the station a couple hours ago, asked me to pick up milk when I head home. How…"

"Look, like I said, there are people who can do that sort of thing, and the person we are dealing with is a lot more powerful than I am. Your men won't be able to handle this, and I'm not sure if I can, but I'm the only one that stands a chance."

"You can't take this person on alone!"

"I'm not going to be alone. I have friends who have some… experience in these things that can help. Besides, I still will need your help. Based on the blood sample and the description I gave you, do you think you can get me an identification on who this woman is? It might be important if I'm going to take her on again. Maybe some clue as to why she went off the deep end or something?"

Thomas nodded slowly, still allowing everything to sink in. "I can do that. Do you have a number I can reach you when I get the information?"

Bonnie grabbed a pad off the dashboard of the car, and quickly wrote down her number. "This is my cell number, it's always on. You can reach me night or day, though I'd appreciate day." Ripping it from the pad, she made to open the door, but stopped. "I'd appreciate it if what I told you didn't get out. The stuff about me I mean."

Thomas tucked the piece of paper into his pocket and nodded. "I won't breath a word of it to anyone. I'll call you once I have something."

Bonnie smiled as she stepped out of the car. "Thank you!"

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Bonnie found sleep to be very elusive that night. Her back stung, as did her right shoulder, and with the cast still on her left arm, she found herself unable to find a single comfortable position. When her cell phone rang, it was almost welcome.

"Hello?"

"Rockwaller? This is Thomas. I think we have a match, a Kristine Daniels of Columbus, Ohio!"

Bonnie glanced over at the clock, very surprised by the news. "You got a match already? That was only two hours ago!"

"We had a rush on it, and she was listed already, so it didn't take long to find her."

Bonnie sat up as quickly as she could. "You mean she has a previous criminal record?"

"That's the weird thing. Until a few months ago, she had a spotless record. Not even a speeding ticket that we could find."

Now Bonnie was really confused. "Then where was she listed?"

"She was listed under missing persons. Her family had been very thorough when they reported her, including a DNA sample with the report. You see, she was on honeymoon in Paris with her new husband when Monkey Fist attacked. They never did find her, and she was presumed dead!"

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Author's Notes - Well folks, the 4th season is already looking to be an interesting one, as some little tidbits about the upcoming season have been released by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle, and confirmed by Steve Loter. By the way, here's some spoiler space for those who don't want to know…

SPOILERS!

With her boyfriend Brick in college, my little BonBon is going to be really set on making things miserable for Kim and Ron as they begin dating. Right off the bat, makes my entire story AU, but oh well.

New villains and old allies make appearances in the new season.

Wade leaves his room a heck of a lot more!

Monique gets in on the action, joining Team Possible on at least one occasion.

Jim and Tim skip a couple grades, and end up in high school with our teen heroes. If Barkin didn't like Ron, how's he going to handle these two?

Kim meets a mysterious relative, whose appearance will force Kim to make a dramatic choice!

Finally, we'll see more of Ron's home life, especially when his status as an only child comes to an abrupt end!

This has all been confirmed folks, took almost a week before we got confirmation on the article, but just thought that people might like to see what lay ahead! Now back to our regularly scheduled program!