Disclaimer: Well now this will be the first attempt at a serious story. Well as serious as I can get. Disney owns Kim Possible. I own umm not much. For the rest of the chapters. I'm going to switch to third person format. Because I'm lousy at first person. It's a switch but I hope Y'all like it.

To be Whole Again.

Chapter 2.

Ron sat alone in his apartment, trapped in thought. Today has been the best day for me since I've moved down here. I can't belive how much Zita and I caught up in a few hours. They had talked about every little thing that they could think of. Ron found out that she was also working at WJHJ as a board opp. "You could be an on air person." Said Ron as he heard about her position.

"Yeah I could, If I wasn't terrified of the cameras." Said Zita as she played with her hair.

"Zita, I gotta go. Um here's my cell number. Call me if you want to hang out or something." Said Ron in a nervous way.

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Zita sat with her cat in her lap. She was busy clicking away at her mouse while she directed her avatar to the center of a dark dungeon. She slaughtered an orc, and leveled up. "Yes. Boo Ya!" She said as she pumped her fist into the air. As she said it. Her mind steered to Ron. She grabbed her cell phone next to her keyboard and punched in his number. After three rings he picked up. "UNGHHHH hello. Waaaasssss going on." Said Ron as it sounded like he just woke up. She then relized that it was three in the morning. Damn I lose time with this game. "Sorry. I tend to lose time with this game." Said Zita glad that Ron couldn't see her blush.

"Is OK. I've only been asleep for about an hour. I don't sleep much." Said Ron as he sounded more coherent.

"Why not?" She asked.

"I tend to have really bad dreams." Said Ron, as she caught on in a quick manner.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. Since your up, do you want to go a Coram's for a umm I have no idea what to call this meal." She said in a flourish.

"How about breakunchinner?" Said Ron. Zita gave a small laugh at that. "Let me get dressed and I'll met you at the twenty-third street one."

"OK I'll meet you there." Said Zita.

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They sat at a booth in the diner. Zita was glad that she was a night person. Ron seemed to get a bit of his old spark back in his eyes. It had seemed to her that he was lost. But not lost to the point of ending it all. He needed a friend. And she was going to be that friend.

"Zita, I was wondering, would you like to work for me when I get my resturant off the ground? I need someone I know with me. I'm kinda still a bit of a newb in this town." Said Ron.

"What's the pay?" Asked Zita as she dipped a french fry into some cocktail sauce. It was a quirk of hers but she loved the zing.

"I have no idea. I'm a bit new at this business stuff. But how about a cut of what we make each night. You could be partner." Said Ron as he watched her lick a bit of sauce off of her finger. I love the way she darts her tongue out like that. NO! I'm not thinking like that. Never again. I will not love again.

Zita thought it over and said. "Sure. But if we're partners then I get a say so in the way it's ran right?"

"Of course you do. Asides from Kim you're the only woman I trust in the world." Ron said.

"By the way. How is Kim?" Asked Zita as she took a sip of her milkshake.

"She's OK. She had her third daughter about a month ago. Ashely, I think. We don't talk much since she's still in Colorado and I'm here." Said Ron as a wave of sadness hit him again.

Zita reached across the table and gave his hand a squeeze. "I'm here for you. You don't have to suffer this alone anymore."

Author's note.

This story is going to take a while to get out. I'm new to drama. I hope you all still like it enough to review. Thanks for reading.

Erik