Disclaimer: Disney owns, I don't. Kim and the gang like to come out and play with me and I write their stories. I'm not payed for this, but I don't mind. I love getting reviews instead.
After Kim and Ron's graduation, they are led around the world by a new unknown Villain. When they arrive, the crook is not to be found, but they get to see the sights. Something they normally don't get to do. Who is this Mystery Man? (or Woman?) Rated T for some adult situations.
Chapter 1 The Challenge
Ron Stoppable pulled out his magnifying glass and studied the message closely. Standing up, he donned his Deer Stalker cap and pulls out a pipe. "Very intriguing!" he said as put the brier wood pipe in his mouth and took a draw on it. "Ewww, that is just sick and wrong," he said half gagging on the foul taste. "It's wrong to smoke and I think I'm gonna be sick!" Rufus popped out of Ron's pants pocket sporting a similar hat, but his pipe was blowing bubbles. Ron threw the pipe in the waste basket next to Kim's desk. "And I have no idea how I ended up with that in my pocket."
"Ron, we were playing Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler. Now quit fooling around and get you head in the game." Kim Possible, his lifelong friend, now year-long girlfriend/fiancé and crime-fighting partner returned her attention to her bedroom computer. "Wade, the message is unsigned. Is there any way to trace where it came from?"
Wade Load, the thirteen year old Super Genius and Kim's Web Master appeared on the screen and took a sip of his ever present soda. "There's a big problem there, Kim. You know I would never let you see an anonymous threat like this without checking it out first, but this one is so highly encrypted, even I can't crack it." He hung his head in shame.
"Wade, put the message back up, please and thank you." Kim studied the message again. It read:
Team Possible,
You have foiled the plans of many Villains, but now you have met your match. I will steal all of the Di Vinci works currently on display in the Louvre in five days hence. I give you fair warning because I am confident you can not stop me. See you in Paris, maybe.
Sincerely,
XXXX
Kimprintedupacopyofthemessage. "What does Global Justice say about the threat?" she asked.
Wade popped back up on the screen. "They said they're concerned about the possible theft, but the note came to you and you should handle it. No crime has been committed so it's out of their hands. I've checked with the Louvre Museum and they would be pleased to fly you and Ron over, and pay for a hotel, so you can check out the threat."
Kim turned to her boyfriend/fiancé. "Ron, what's your take on the matter?" (Kim now considered Ron a full partner on missions and in life, and would consult with him on many things.)
Ron thought for a moment. "Well, let's sum it all up. We graduated from High School a couple of days ago... And thank you Wade for leaving your room and coming to graduation."
"Hey guys, I was honored you asked. It was the least I could do." Wade beamed.
Ron paused, then continued, "We get married in August, and start college in the fall. We do have that month at Yamanouchi just before we head off to school. So, I think we have time to spend a few days in Paris to check it out. I could show you around the city if we have some free time."
"Well, this is a mystery and you know I can't resist a challenge," Kim said defiantly. "O.K. Wade, tell them we'll do it."
"Already done. They say to be at the airport tomorrow." Wade said triumphantly.
"I guess there's only two things to do," Ron said.
Kim looked at him. "And what would those be?"
Ron got his goofy grin on. "Tell the 'rents and pack for Paris."
A/N: For those of you who follow my ramblings, you know I've been devoting my time to writing a novel. Let me tell you it's a completely different animal from these "little" exercises. So I'm taking a time out from the novel to clear up some writer's block and major plot holes. These "short" stories help.
For those of you who haven't read "A Scandal in Bohemia" by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Irene Adler is considered the only person to best Sherlock Holmes. From then on, he would only refer to her as "The Woman."
