I wanted to get this chapter finished, so I hope it doesn't seem rushed. There will be some disturbing images and language in this chapter, but I felt it was necessary to show just how messed up Dr. Possible's mind had become. If I need to up the rating because of this chapter, let me know.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters involved in the following…

The Father's Sins, and Clues Found

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Waking up after being unconscious, James suddenly had the worst headache! What was going on? Things didn't seem… right. He had this weird feeling in the back of his mind as if something was straining to get out. It was as if something primal was trying to break free of bonds that had held it in check for millennia!

Glancing around his office in a stupor, his eyes finally landed on the In-box file. WHY do they continue to give me work? Why must I continue to bust my butt so they can make the almighty dollar? I just feel like…

Before he knew what happened, James was pulling all of the papers out of the file, and ripping each one into shreds! He was so angry! He was angry with himself for doing such a thing, but also angry that it felt good doing it!

He flung the papers all over the office, not caring where they landed. He grabbed the bottle of Viagra that was the gag gift. Those bastards that I work with, they gave this to me as a joke! Is that what they think of me? That I am a joke? Those… those… FU#$&$…! I'll show them!

He ripped the cap off, not even bothering with the child resistant cap, and tried to dump the entire bottle in his mouth! His hand was shaking so much that only about 2 or 3 actually landed on his tongue. He swallowed hard.

NOW I'm ready for anything! James then began to ran-sack his own office! He ripped pictures off the wall! He threw books everywhere… he even destroyed some of his prized possessions, such as a gold plated trophy he had won in a bowling tournament.

Grabbing his shirt, he ripped at it, trying to tear it off his body… I feel so constricted with this clothing on! Must get it… offfff…! And this God Damned TIE! Why do I have to wear this damn thing anyway? It's like a phallic symbol, pointing down to my… The Viagra began to work, and spurned even worse primal feelings.

"Aaauuugggghhhh!" James screamed out loud, throwing his head back. His eyes began to dart around. He was looking for something. He was looking for… His eyes fell on the pictures of his family… of his daughter…

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Kim was utterly convinced that Ron had killed her father. At this point there was nothing that Ron could say or do that would change her mind. Grief had taken a hold of her, and the only outlet she had was Ron. She had to blame someone, so she blamed him.

Ron stayed back from his girlfriend, even though he was torn inside. He wanted to hold her, tell her that everything would be OK. He wanted to show her comfort and love, but she would have nothing to do with him.

Ron let Kim go with her father's body in the ambulance. It left eerily quiet and slow, since there was no rush to save a life. He had to do something, but what?

Beep beep be deep! "Huh?" Ron had completely forgotten about the miniature Kimmunicator that he carried around just in case of emergencies. It only had about half the battery life as Kim's but it could do most everything that the original could. One main difference why it was smaller though was that its communication was limited to audio only. No screen, or camera pick-up.

"Ron, you there?" Wades voice sounded from the device in his pocket as Ron dug for it. Ron finally found it, and keyed the audio pick-up.

"Yeah Wade. I'm here." Ron's voice sounded defeated.

"Ron… you GOTTA get back to Dr. Possibles office before the police get there, and look around for clues. Anything at all that might explain this. Can you do that?"

"Yes, I can Wade." Ron's spirit picked up a little bit, knowing that now he could do something to help.

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Back in the office:

"Ron, set the Kimmunicator on the desk, and I'll scan the place while you look around."

"Gotcha Wade." Ron set the small device on the desk, and then began looking around. The first thing his eyes landed on was the empty bottle of Viagra.

No way. That can't be… Ron thought as he picked the bottle up. Then he saw the wrapping paper and box that it came in. Ohhh, I get it, gag gift!

Looking around the floor some more, Ron's eyes landed on the pictures of the Possible family. Words were scribbled over each picture with a black marker, and the handwriting was terrible. It was the handwriting of a lunatic.

Looking at each one caused Ron to drop his jaw in horror. Something was most definitely wrong with James earlier. The proof was right in front of him that James Possible was not in his right mind.

On the family picture, the word BITCH was written, and an arrow was pointing to Mrs. Possible. The faces of the rest of the family were either scratched out, or covered by the heavy marker. On the picture of the twins, the word DIE was marked over the entire picture. Kim's picture was the worst. Written over her picture was the word SLUT.

"What did you find Ron?" Wades voice echoed in the room, making Ron jump.

"Nothing! Nothing at all." Noticing the trashcan was empty, but it had a garbage bag in it, Ron took the bag out, and placed the pictures in the bag. He decided on his own that no one, but NO ONE would see these pictures.

"Then what do you have there, Ron?" Wade could hear Ron throwing the pictures in the bag.

"Something that no one will see Wade. Not even you. Sorry." Ron said no more on the subject. "Did your scan find anything?"

"Just a trace element of something that I can't identify. I can't tell you exactly where to look since I don't have video of the room, but it's not far from where the Kimmunicator is. Five feet at the most."

Ron began looking around the desk, and moved out a little further. On his second trip around the desk, his eyes landed on something peculiar. It was a green and black box without a lid. "I think I found it Wade."

To be continued…

Sorry for the shorter chapter, but my Muse seems to have fallen asleep. I think I'll do the same since I've been up all night…