I own nothing! It's all Disney, ya'll! Hollah! Sorry this has been so long, I really could not get this chapter to turn out right. It's still really bad. Just consider this a transition chapter til the next bit.

Wade sighed as he hammered away at his keyboard, his eyes flicking between screens and monitors. His fingers danced across the keys, skipping across some letters before depressing others. He glanced up at the small computer monitor suspended in the air above his head, hoping for some hint, a trail to his prey.

A loud, blaring beep filled his ears as the flat-screen display on the desk flared red. A computerised, feminine voice called out. "Virus detected. Total system infection in thirty seconds." Wade growled, a sound seldom heard from the young genius. It was difficult to make the good natured twelve year-old angry, but this amateur was certainly getting close.

"You think you can out hack me?" Wade said aloud as his fingers increased their speed. The computer counted down, a ticking clock flashing on the screen. Red figures changed quickly, dropping from twenty to fifteen. "Alright, I think I got it!" Wade cried in triumph, pressing down hard on a single key.

"Virus isolated: performing system sweep. Three additional infected files located, removing…unable to delete," the computer's voice spoke unemotionally. "Moving infected files to quarantine…infected files secure. Wiping hard drive segments exposed to infected files…wipe complete, hard drive clean."

The boy genius pumped his fist in the air in delight. "Ha, no one out-hacks Wade!" he cried in triumph.

He was interrupted as a familiar tone sounded. Turning to face a smaller monitor to his right, Wade pressed the 'accept transmission' button.

"Hi, Wade," Kim's voice sounded small through the computer speakers.

"Hey Kim, how's Ron?"

The question was answered by a loud crash in the background, accompanied by an angry voice shouting, "Rufus, give me back my nachos!"

"He's fine," Kim said, amusement creeping into her voice. "I smuggled some nachos in for him, but Rufus has commandeered them."

"Rufus!"

"So I can hear," Wade replied, glancing away to check the main monitor as a digital map of the English counties appeared.

"Any luck with Fist?"

Wade nodded. "Yeah, I've managed to track him from Heathrow. His employed hacker managed to slow me down, but I'm getting closer. Fist left Heathrow and headed north by train, it looks like he's going towards Manchester."

"Manchester?" Kim mused, placing a finger to her chin as Ron dashed past behind her, chasing a small, naked form. "Isn't there an airport there?"

"I see where you're going with this. Yeah, there is an airport there. If Fist wanted to go north, he could have just used that airport. I think his taking a plane to Heathrow was just a way to try to throw me off his trail."

"What could he want up in the north of England?" Kim wondered aloud.

"That's easy," Ron said as he dropped his chin onto Kim's shoulder. "I heard about this big zoo up there, near someplace called Chester. He obviously wants to get more monkeys!" Kim felt the slight shudder as Ron said the 'm' word.

"He could have gone to London zoo for that, I'm sure it's bigger and has more monkeys," Kim replied. "Besides, I doubt he wants to free the monkeys, he has plenty of ninjas."

Ron drew back from Kim, not wanting her to feel the tremor that had developed in his body. In his mind's eyes, he could clearly see the uniform-clad simians, pouncing around in his darkened kitchen, swooping in for attacks, their cold eyes glittering. Ron jumped as a soft hand was placed on his shoulder. He turned, looking into Kim's eyes, swallowing past his fear.

"Right, yeah, no more monkeys," he said hesitantly.

"Sorry Ron, didn't mean to bring that back up," said Kim, her tone apologetic. She turned her attention back to Wade. "Any suggestions?"

Kim was met by a loud cry of elation from the Kimmunicator. "Ha, found you, you amateur hacker wannabe!"

"Wade?"

"I found Fist's accomplice! He's hiding in Crewe, Cheshire!"

"Which is where?" Ron asked in confusion.

"About thirty miles south of Manchester."

"So Fist is going to rendezvous with his hacker!" Kim exclaimed. "Wade, has the hacker found out you're tracing him?"

"I don't think he's realised yet."

"Good, keep the trace on him and notify me of any updates." Looking around, Kim saw that Ron had walked back over to his bed, searching for his naked mole rat. "Anything on Ron's parents?" she whispered.

Wade looked down at his keyboard, shaking his head. "Sorry, nothing yet. The only thing I know is that Monkey Fist bought three plane tickets, and has three train tickets, so they're still with him."

Kim sighed. "Ok, thanks Wade. Tell me if you find out more."

Wade nodded, glancing up to the monitor above his head. "Alright, later guys." The familiar KP symbol filled the Kimmunicator's screen as Wade terminated the connection, delving back to work. Kim placed the device back in her pocket, and turned back to Ron, who was once again trying to catch Rufus.

"Ok guys, stop that!" she admonished them. Ron stopped his chase, and wandered over to Kim.

"So, northern England, huh?" he said as he slipped an arm around Kim's waist. "Road trip!"

Kim laughed gently as she placed a hand very softly against Ron's t-shirt clad chest. He barely flinched as her hand made contact. "How's the chest?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern.

Ron shrugged. "A little sore, but not nearly as bad as it was this morning. The swelling has gone down too."

"So I can feel," Kim replied, gently moving her hand. Ron took the hand in his own, and moved it to his side.

"If it's all the same, KP, no touching the chest just yet, it's still a little sensitive to direct pressure. The rest of me, however…"

Ron was graced with a beautiful smile from Kim. "Maybe later, Mr. Stoppable. You've had your fun for the day!"

Ron's face fell as he pouted, drawing a giggle from Kim. "Not fair," he said. "Any idea when the doctors will let me out?"

The door swung open as Mrs and Mr Dr. Possible entered the room, Jim and Tim in tow. "Ron!" the twins called, waving.

"Tweebs?" Kim said in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

James Possible looked to his daughter. "Jim and Tim wanted to see how Ronald was doing. They heard about what happened."

"Hey guys," Ron greeted the twins.

"We heard you fought some ninjas!" Jim said in earnest.

"And beat them real good!" Tim continued.

"So we came down here…"

"…To see how you were doing!"

Ron looked between the two of them, a smile on his face. "Well, they weren't real ninjas, they were just monkeys…"

As Ron indulged the twins with a brief account of the fight, leaving out the details of his parents' kidnap, Kim looked to her mother. "So mom, any idea when Ron can leave?"

"He can be discharged today, Kimmie," Mrs Possible said. "The x-rays are clear, and he's shown no sign of fatigue since last night. All he needs is a bandage around his chest and he'll be fit to leave."

"And then you can track down that Monkey Fist and get Ron's parents back," Mr Possible continued. "In my day, we didn't have to worry about super villains kidnapping our parents. This Monkey Fist is despicable," he growled. "If I'd been there, I'd have shown him a thing or two."

Kim's mother placed a calming hand on her husband's shoulder. "He's a trained ninja, dear; I don't think you could have really done much."

James sagged slightly, but his jaw was still clenched tightly. "Still, it was a disgusting act! No one deserves that treatment, especially someone like Ronald."

Mrs Possible leant towards Kim, whispering in her ear. "Your father's been feeling like this since he found out about the attack on Ron last night. He considers Ron an honorary Possible, you know."

Kim smiled slightly, before hugging her father. "I know Ron would appreciate the sentiment, daddy."

Mr Possible looked down at his daughter, smiling slightly. He was about to say something when a pillow flew past his head, missing him by bare inches. He looked across the room. "Jim, Tim, no throwing hospital bedding!" he shouted.

Ron walked over to the Possibles, his usual red shirt pulled on over his bandaged chest. "Morning, Doctors P," he greeted them.

"Good morning, Ronald," James replied. "How are you feeling?"

"A little sore, but otherwise fine. I just want to get out of here and go after Fist." Ron's face darkened slightly as he mentioned his foe's name, a brief surge of hatred striking his mind. Kim grabbed Ron's hand, giving a gentle squeeze.

"Ron, come with me a second. S'cuse us mom and dad," Kim said, leading Ron to a far corner of the room as her parents went to halt Jim and Tim's reign of destruction. She looked into Ron's eyes, searching.

"Er…KP? What's up?" he asked.

"Ron, are you alright? You seem a bit…off."

"Off?" he said in confusion.

"Not your usual self. I saw that anger in your eyes when you were talking to my dad. Is it Fist?"

Ron's smile slipped from his face, his brow dropping into a stern crease as his jaw tightened. "I can't keep smiling, Kim! Usually I can hide everything behind a mask of grins, but…I just can't this time!" Ron was bordering on yelling. "He took my parents!" There was a thud as Ron's fist slammed into the wall. "I want to…I want to…" Angry tears formed in his eyes, the hot liquid sliding down his cheeks.

Kim moved closer to him, drawing him into a comforting hug. "It's ok, Ron, it's ok. We'll go after Fist and find your parents. It'll be alright." Ron's head sank forwards as he buried his face in her shoulder, his body heaving as he quietly sobbed. Kim quietly soothed him, running her hand through his hair as her other arm held him close.

"I feel so pathetic," he said quietly. "So useless."

"You're anything but useless, Ron," Kim replied, drawing back and looking into his eyes. "You are the bravest, most courageous person I know, and I wouldn't want you any other way. We'll find your parents, we'll beat Fist, and everything will be fine again." She gently kissed Ron's forehead, then held him tightly again.

Ron sighed, wrapping his arms around the red headed teen heroine. "Thanks, KP."

As Kim led Ron from the room to get his bandages changed before leaving the hospital, James Possible walked across to the corner his daughter had taken Ron to talk. He peered at the wall Ron had punched in anger, noticing the dent in the solid brick. Eyebrows arching in thought, Dr Possible left the room, wondering just what would happen once Ronald caught up with the man who had kidnapped his parents and threatened his family, and just how far the blonde teen may take his revenge.