Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Kim Possible. I do come up with original characters. Others may use them, but I would like to know about it. Thank you. That is all.

Author's Notes: Things may get interesting in this story. Those that you could never imagine with a female love interest may be getting one. Who you may ask? Read and find out.

Ned sighed heavily. He had just finished cleaning up from the lackluster lunch rush and was ready to settle down into the long slow clean phase of his daily schedule. He was a man of schedules. The only thing that gave him a bit more bounce in his step was the news that Ron had brought him. Never had he thought that he would be going to Corporate, besides touring it on vacation.

He smiled contently as he finished polishing the brass railing. He stowed the cleaning materials and settled down in a calm state behind the register. He noticed that he was humming to himself as he waited for the next customer to enter into the store. Seeing a car pull into the parking lot, he snapped to attention.

He noticed that the car parked on the side where the driving employees would park. The side door opened up and through it came something that shocked Ned to his core. A tall woman with long legs and long hair entered the restaurant and walked towards the counter. A small gulp came from his throat as it tried to clear enough to breathe. Her attire was that of a Bueno Nacho Regional Director. She removed her sunglasses revealing two sparkling dark intelligent eyes.

She walked up to the register and stuck out her hand. "Hola, amigo, I am Mona Inez Morning."

Ned in shock reached out his hand and took hers in a shake. "Hola, amiga, I am Ned Needlemayer. (AN: Does anyone really know Ned's last name?)"

Mona smiled towards him. "Corporate sent word to me that you are going to be attending a restructuring meeting since the fiasco happened. Since there is no other manager for this location, I am here to man the store while you are gone under the SOP Article one, Section C …"

"Subsection one through four. You are actually number three on the escalation flow," answered Ned, finishing her sentence.

He noticed her eyes slightly glaze over. "That's right. Because of the shake up and the purging of the hostile take over the other individuals have been removed, I am the next point in the chain of command right now."

Ned gazed at her some more. "Without you we would be totally cut off from Corporate."

She smiled warmly at the admiring face in front of her, "Don't worry, I don't cut anyone off, and I will never leave anyone hanging in the wind." She paused and looked into the back. "Would you mind giving me a tour? I would like to familiarize myself with the inconsistencies of this location before I take charge."

Ned's face held a combination of shock and anger. "I will have you know that I run this ship tightly on the SOP."

A smirking grin formed on Mona's face, "Is that so? What are you willing to wager on it? Dinner?"

"Dinner it is then," championed Ned.

"I will have you know that I am very exacting. I will give you a five percent margin of error, to make things fair." She leaned in close to Ned. "If you don't need the percentage, then I will make sure that you get something extra," she said breathlessly as she took hold of his tie.

She stood up, pulling his clip on tie off. "Clip on tie incase of grease fire. You pass the first part." She tossed the tie back to him as she went to the staff door and found it locked. "Locked staff door, very good."

Ned opened the door and allowed her in with a flourish of his arm. He KNEW deep in his heart that the entirety of his store was exacting to the SOP handbook. Over the next hour try as she might Mona could find not straying from her exacting standards. "On the Burrito Supremo how much meat is there supposed to be," she asked suddenly while she was checking under the fryer for dirt.

Shocked from his ogling of her form, Ned answered without hesitation, "No less than three ounces, yet no more than five. Any less and it falls into the normal Burrito and anymore makes it hard to roll and makes the tortilla to moist leading to burrito blowout."

She stood up smiling. The sound of the door buzzer broke an obvious silence. "I'm going to check the freezer, tend to you customers." Ned nodded and turned around.

Approaching the counter was the girl he always saw with Possible and Stoppable, with her was the football player that caused a scene with the exchange student that one time. He reminded himself to make sure he got their names from Stoppable when he saw him again.

Ned quickly made the order for the two to go and as they left, it occurred to them that they were wearing matching shirts. He noted again that he would need to check with Stoppable on this. Not that he was a gossip, but that it was always a good thing to know what customers were together.

While Ned was waiting on Brick and Monique, Mona was in the walk in freezer, embracing the cold. "Come on, get a hold of yourself. Sure, he runs his store like something out of a training room. Sure, he can quote the SOP from memory. That doesn't mean that he's perfect. Of course he probably smells like Bueno Nacho all the time…" A soft moan escaped her lips as she squeezed her legs together. "Pull it together. He will be through with the order in seconds." She took a deep breath of the cold freezer air before walking out. Her demeanor was a bit tenser than it had been.

Ned was smiling at her. She smiled a small smile back to him. "I have to admit, that this is the tightest ship that I have ever seen. Where would you like to eat?"

"Well, I have to close tonight. Since everything that went on, Corporate wants me to close at nine. Clean-up will take roughly forty five minutes. I don't know of any place that is open after that in the area."

"How long will it take if I help with the clean-up?"

Ned thought about it, "Twenty minutes, tops."

"If you would trust my judgment, I know a small place in Upperton that is nice."

Ned thought about his beat up Chevette. "I am not sure…"

"We can drop your car off at your place and go in mine. I brought my car, so don't worry about the mileage being charged to my expense account."

"But that would mean that we would have to go back to my place," stuttered Ned.

Mona smiled wryly at him. "My but are you not the aggressive one." She paused moving closer. When her lips were next to his ear her husky voice spoke again, "I like that."

AN: I think it is about time that Ned gets someone, and who better than someone that is Bueno Nacho ingrained as him. Also, I like the image of Ned with a woman of somewhat Amazonian proportions.