Underneath the Evidence Chapter 4: Act I: Scene IV, a kim possible fanfic

One Week Later...

Kim gave the brush one final tug through her auburn hair then admired its perfect neatness. She looked at her usual mission garments and smiled faintly. Ron stood beside her fumbling with his mission belt. She promptly turned around to help him.

"Please Ron," She beseeched, "Don't do anything that would give away our position."

Ron nodded, "I won't Kim."

The Kimmunicator rang as expected, Kim answered it with a usual, "What's the sitch?" She was a bit more positive because Wade had given her the day off yesterday so she could be on full alert today. The rest had done her some good. She and Ron had left school early today on special circumstances.

"...uh Kim?"

That wasn't a typical Wade response.

"Yeah? Problem?" Kim asked.

"Well..." Wade hesitated looking her over, "Your clothing..."

Kim frowned, "What about it?"

"You need to change." He sighed.

Kim and Ron didn't say a word they just stared at him dumbfounded. What was he talking about? They always wore this on missions.

"Someone will recognize you." Wade pointed out.

"Not likely," Kim scoffed, "We'll be sneaking behind walls, under table cloths..."

"...In the hotel rooms."

Kim slapped Ron across the face. He rubbed at his cheek and Kim smirked.

'Served him right.'

"No, no, no!" Wade yelled, "I want you to be part of the convention! That's what the ID tags are for!"

Kim and Ron looked at each other for a moment and finally spoke in unison:

"Ohhhhh..."

Both of them were so used to wearing mission clothes and playing spy... they weren't going to familiar with roaming around a villains convention with fake IDs. Kim pulled hers out of her pocket and stared at the name. 'Lin Surmountable...' She thought staring at it. If she'd lie low maybe...

Wade continued on:

"This is considered to be a very big party so I need you and Ron to wear formal wear. So maybe you'll want to make a quick stop at Club Banana before heading down."

Kim shook her head, "I have dresses. Plenty."

Wade groaned and clued her in, "What about Ron?"

"Uhhh..."

Ron shrugged at Kim. "I don't know."

Both Kim and Wade moaned. This was going to be a long weekend.

Drakken tossed a single suitcase into the trunk of a slick black sports car. It was the only vehicle color both Shego and him would agree on. His ebony beady eyes peered around making sure no one was there. He relieved himself by unbuttoning one of the buttons on his collared shirt. 'Man, I hate these clothes.'

But he was forcing himself to wear them.

'Dementor will surely show up in some really expensive clothing. I have to at least look half decent.'

Drakken gazed back at their home and wondered what Shego was doing; he called to her, "Shego?"

No reply came.

She was probably either still packing or getting dressed. He rolled his eyes.

"Women..." He garbled looking at his watch.

The day had finally arrived. The sky was somewhat gray so Drakken was relieved that all the conventions festivities were indoors. During the last convention, they had been rained on and it wasn't a very pleasant time. Drakken supposed this was the reason Shego did not want to go this year.

Shaking Shego out of his mind, he turned to one of his henchman, "As of now, you can tell everyone we're on vacation for the next three days. You all have keys but make sure that you keep the place clean." Drakken pleaded. He wouldn't let himself come home to a trashed lair. Besides, his mother had been nagging him about keeping his place tidy.

"We will boss." The henchman assured him.

Drakken eyed him and slowly said, "Alright, I trust you." The henchman smiled and assured Drakken that everything would be fine while he was away. Even so, Drakken was a bit nervous. He loved his lair like a baby and he didn't trust the henchman even if they were only doing laundry. But he didn't want to leave Shego behind to baby-sit them; he wanted her at his side at the awards ceremony. She deserved to be here almost as much as he did.

Drakken's trance broke when a suitcase was tossed into the trunk followed by several more. He looked up to see Shego looking down at her luggage with a persistent mope.

"Oh come on," Drakken said trying to cheer her up, "It isn't that bad!"

"Not really," She admitted, "Gives me a while to sleep on something other than that crappy cot you gave me."

Drakken was insulted, "Crappy cot! Why I—" He stopped mid-sentence when he saw Shego toss in some more suitcases. There had to be at least ten in there.

"What in the hell...?" Drakken pointed to her luggage as he tossed in one last extremely large suitcase.

Shego darted her eyes to his and glared coldly at him, "Most of that is your paperwork. You know this isn't a vacation right? I'm spending this entire trip in the hotel room."

It was just now that Drakken noticed that she was still wearing her green jumpsuit. Drakken groaned and she chuckled lightly. She knew he wasn't going to be thrilled.

'He looks like a smurf when he's angry.' Shego thought to herself amused as she was trying to close the trunk door. There was way too much baggage.

"Shego, why aren't you dressed?"

"What do you call this?" Shego asked pointing at her jumpsuit.

"This is no time for your backtalk! You need to wear something nice!" Drakken said trying to close the trunk. Like Shego, he had no luck.

"My jumpsuit is nice." Shego whimpered letting her hand run along the skin tight sleeve. That statement offended her.

Drakken scowled and ranted, "Go inside and put on something else!"

Shego rolled her eyes, "All right, all right. Don't get so crabby."

Drakken watched her turn around and walk back in the lair to do as she was told. It was just then that Drakken began to wonder what else she really owned. The only other clothing he knew her to have was a pair of pajamas to sleep in. He remembered asking her onetime why she didn't sleep in her jump suit as well, she reacted well to such a rude remark and he remembered her saying,

'Well, the suit is so tight that it might cut off my circulation as I sleep.'

He had never talked to her about her clothing again. Until now. He couldn't believe he was enforcing a dress-code although he had every right to. He was the boss after all. How was it that Shego managed to let herself slip away with everything so cleanly?

Drakken crossed his arms over his chest and grinned. 'Well not this time'. He was taking full control. Shego wasn't going to mope about the whole time. He was going to force her to attend all the events. Somehow this promise to himself scared him. He felt his knees begin to freeze up and noticed his hands were shaking.

Drakken didn't know how Shego managed to make him fret like this. He was older and smarter than she was. So why was she so damn hard to control? And why couldn't he get her out of his head? He supposed it was because she was the only employee that didn't bow down to him. 'Maybe that's why I can't stop thinking abot her. I need to get some control over Shego. Regain my command.'

"Bitch, you're going to do what I say and your not going to regret it." He muttered.

"What Dr. D?"

He whipped around. How did she do that? He hadn't even heard her coming.

"Shego I—"He looked her over head to toe, "Oh my god..."

Drakken couldn't identify the person standing in front of him. He assumed it was Shego, but he wouldn't bet money on it.

Shego's long black hair was pulled back in a long elegant French-braid secured by a forest-green ribbon. Her chosen formal-wear was a sleeveless black floor length gown. It was formfitting, corset style and had extra layers of sheer shimmer fabric which accentuated every curve on her body. A slit ran down the back of her dress revealing her flawless smooth skin. The corset top had been tied tight against her body so it would not fall down.

Seeing his employee in an evening dress was more of a shock that Drakken thought it would be. Of the many years he had known Shego, the only flesh he had ever seen of her was her face and sparingly her feet or hands. Seeing her in something almost sexy looking could have given him a heart attack. He had never realized that Shego had the ability to look beautiful. But now looking at her, she had the figure of a supermodel, she was smart and talented, and very loyal.

He continued to gawk at her peculiar appearance. She was wearing more make-up than he was used to seeing. Her eyes were coated in black eyeliner and thick mascara. She looked like an Egyptian diva with the black lines coming from the corners of each of her eyes. Green glitter was the perfect touch to make them dramatic and flattering. Her traditional black lipstick was glossy and shimmered a bit. And... jewelry...

'Shego is wearing jewelry.'

Due to all the fighting Shego did, she never bothered to wear earrings or even a bracelet. Today, she was wearing a silver chained necklace with a silver pendent and several green diamonds around it. Her arm had a silver snakelike ornament twisting around it and her fingers were decorated with similar styled rings. Her ears were adorned with long chandelier earrings that almost reached her shoulders.

Shego walked over to Drakken waggled her finger, and teased, "It's not polite to stare you know."

It was just now that he noticed the train attached to the back of her gown.

"...want me to drive?" He managed to squeak.

Shego giggled, "Would you? I wouldn't dare in these shoes."

Her shoes... He hadn't seen those yet. Dare he look?

He looked down. Yes, he very much dared.

High-heels... the sexy sandal kind.

Drakken broke his trance and started nervously towards the driver's side of the car wordlessly. It was amazing how in a few minutes she could look like a fallen angel.

"You're going to have to close the trunk first." Shego sniggered as she started to remove some of the suitcases and load them onto the floor of the car.

Drakken blushed and shook his head, 'Why am I thinking like this? It's only Shego in a dress. Sheeego.' He looked at her again, and smiled. She looked more like his assistant now. 'It was just my fantasies going wild. I always do that with every woman. It's weird I thought something like that about Shego. I guess... I've just never seen her try to be beautiful before.'

"Yo Dr. D?" Shego whistled, "Are we rolling or what?"

"Oh...yeah! Let's get to that convention!"

Shego laughed again and rolled her eyes. Dr. Drakken was always good for a laugh or two. But this weekend was going to be a drag. She just knew it. Nothing remotely interesting for her tastes ever went on. She stared at her dress and sighed, 'So what if I run into Kimmie? How am I going to fight her now?'

Shego climbed into the passenger side of the car and took a brief look in the side mirror. She turned to her boss who was pondering a MapQuest.

"Damn, these things never come out right." She heard him murmur.

Shego snatched it from him and clawed it into microscopic little pieces and grinned, "I'll navigate, okay?"

Drakken gulped.

"Sure."

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