Disclaimer: Same as before. Disney owns, I don't get nothin'. Nuff said so on with the story.

Chapter 6 Paris, Part 3

Kim and Ron joined Paul Garde in the Louvre Museum Security Control room. "Good morning, you two. I hear you had a little excitement last night at the Tower," Paul said.

"It was no big," Kim answered. "Just a purse snatcher. How did you know?"

"The police and private security communities are very close here in Paris. It's good for tourism. Plus, I like to keep abreast with all the criminal activities going on." Paul smiled. "You never know if any of the little things, like a purse snatcher in the area, might spill over into my jurisdiction."

"Like I told you KP," Ron grinned, "He's a man all over his job!"

Kim grimaced for a second, then she smiled and bumped hips with Ron. "Yes, you told me." She couldn't stay mad at Ron for very long, even when he acted weird. That was one of the many things she loved about him. She turned to the Head of Museum Security. "We'd like to take that tour now, if it isn't any trouble."

Paul frowned. "Ah, if you don't mind me asking, why aren't you in your mission clothes?"

Kim spun around, letting the hem of her sun dress flow up and out. "You like?" Kim asked, giddily. "We thought we should look around in regular clothes. You know, incognito, so we won't draw any attention. People are here to see the artwork, not Team Possible."

"Good idea," Paul said smiling. "Jean Paul will meet you at the front entrance. He's been with the museum for 15 years and knows all the nooks and crannies. We'll meet back here at noon and I'll take you to lunch. We can discuss any possible problems then." Paul looked abashed and added, "Uh, no pun intended."

Team Possible met the tall, handsome tour guide and started walking. Kim and Jean Paul led the way as Ron followed, checking out all the windows and exits. Occasionally they would stop to look at some of the artwork. At first, Ron was a bit jealous of the attention Jean Paul was laying on Kim. She noticed the change in Ron's attitude and grabbed his hand. When they stopped in front of a painting she whispered in his ear, "He's French. You know, all about the ladies. But I'm all about you," and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Four hours later they arrived back at Security Control. "And zat," Jean Paul said gleefully, "iz ze entire Louvre Museum. You have now zeen more than any tourist and most of our tour guides, too. What do you think?"

"Man, I think you know every brick by it's first name," Ron said, impressed. "And some of the spots you pointed out are perfect for a crook to hide out in until the museum closes."

Jean Paul grinned, "We know and check them regularly."

"I'm very impressed. I can't find any flaws in your security. It would take a major assault team to steal anything from here," Kim spoke enthusiastically. "Especially all the Di Vinci works."

"Glad to hear that," Paul Garde said as he approached. "Why don't we go to lunch now and discuss..."

He was interrupted when an assistant came up to him. "Sir, this just came in," she said and handed him two pieces of paper. "One moment," he said, turning his back on his guest. He read both pages, folded them and stuck them in his jacket pocket.

Facing Ron and Kim, Paul Garde smiled a huge smile. "Good news. Let's go to lunch and I'll tell you all about it."

Paul ordered, in perfect French, for the three of them at the outdoor cafe. He turned to the two teens when the waitress left. "I hope you don't mind. Kim I got you an amusing little salad..."

Ron interrupted, "I think she'll enjoy it, though she might not like the anchovies. For me, I think you said something about Sea Bass or..."

"Sea Trout for you, Ron." Paul nodded in assent. "Very good, you know a little French?"

"Un petite." Ron proudly said. "I know a lot more about food and put two and two together."

Kim squeezed Ron's hand. "Very good, I'm impressed."

"BooYah, what do I win?"

A wicked grin arose on Kim's face as she slyly said, "You win a cookie!" She caught herself and looked at their host. "Later," she sheepishly added, squeezing his hand again.

"I'm not quite sure what that was all about but," Paul pulled one of the pieces of paper out of his breast pocket and handed it to Kim, "you might be interested in this."

Kim's eye's grew bigger as she read the message. "No way!" She reached into her backpack and pulled out the Kimmunicator.

Ron reached over and stopped her before she could activate it. "Kim, it's still very early in the morning back home. Whatever it is can wait. Wade needs his sleep."

Kim handed the paper to Ron, "This is important Ron. We should wake him."

Ron read:

Team Possible,

You've seen the Louvre and it's security. I could strike there as planned, but it would be too easy so I've changed my mind. Enjoy Paris for a few days and I'll let you know where I decide to strike.

Sincerely,

XXXX

Ron read the message and calmly handed it back to Paul. "Kim, Kim, Kim. Wade will have gotten the message at the same time as Paul. The first message was sent to both of them."

Kim fumed for a little, then sighed. "When did you become so logical?"

Ron beamed. "It come from watching years of 'Space Trek!' That Vulcurian Science Officer is a real role model."

"Argh! You and your Sci Fi shows." Kim growled.

Paul laughed. "No, he's right. The Science Officer aboard the Enterpriser is a master of logical thinking and should be considered a role model."

Kim sighed, "Must be a guy thing."

"Yup, yup!" Ron chimed. "Just like Monster Trucks and cage bats!"

Kim moved so fast Ron never saw the table's centerpiece heading for his face.

"Ron," Paul said laughing and picking the splattered flowers off his suit, "I think you just lost your cookie."

Kim and Ron entered their Hotel suite. "I just need to change my shirt," Ron said quietly. "I seem to have spilled something on it."

Kim sauntered up behind him and helped. After the shirt came off she wrapped her arms around his waist. "I'm sorry about that," Kim purred. "You know me and my red-headed temper. Forgive me?"

Ron spun in her embrace and kissed her lips. "Always KP. And I promise to never mention Monster trucks or cage..." Kim's finger on his mouth silenced the next word.

"Monster Trucks are O.K." Kim stated, squeezing his butt. "But if you ever mention the other thing..." She kissed Ron passionately. "You might never know these lips again."

Ron frowned. "Oh, that is so unfair." They kissed some more. "But if it means losing you," he smiled, "baseball references are out of my repertory."

Kim went to the closet and selected a light tan shirt. She threw it to Ron. "So what do we do this afternoon?"

Ron thought for a moment. "Well, the Cathedral of Notre Damé is impressive. Though I'm not sure if you're into architecture."

"I do want to see it. I've seen pictures and it looks fascinating. What else can we do?"

"Well," Ron continued, "we can walk the Champs Elysees and shop in the Latin Quarter."

Beepbeepbebeep. Kim keyed the Kimmunicator and smiled. "What up Wade?"

"Is that you Kim?" Wade asked.

"Yes, it's me," Kim beamed. "Why do you ask?"

Ron walked over to her and whispered, "because you usually go into mission mode when you answer. You sound different, that's all." He gave her a peck on the cheek.

Wade, obviously uncomfortable said, "Ron's right. You sound... happy. The only other time you were like that was at your locker while under the influence of the Moodulator."

"Well, we got word that the crisis is over here and we might have a few days alone in Paris." Kim frowned. "Unless you have another mission for us."

"Oh, no, no, no. I was just calling to relay the message from our mystery man but I see you already know." Wade still looked uneasy.

"Allllright then," Kim was unsure what to say. "The museum is letting us stay in the hotel for a few more days, then we'll head to my mom's friend's house outside of Paris, like they planned. If you hear from our villain, let us know."

Wade smiled. "I'm still working on the encryption. I'll let you know if anything else comes up." Wade signed off and Kim put the Kimmunicator in her backpack. She turned to Ron and frowned.

Ron walked over and hugged her. "What's the matter?"

Kim sighed. "I don't know, Ron. I just feel a little... I don't know."

Ron smiled. "I have an idea what wrong." He sat on the edge of the bed pulling her down beside him. "One, we're out of school so you miss that regimen. Two, you haven't had a freak fight in over a week." Kim started to speak but Ron silenced her with a finger to her lips. "I know we had the incident last night, but there's no comparison between a purse snatcher and Shego. And three, your internal body clock is thrown way off."

"My internal clock can't be thrown off." Kim protested. "We've traveled around the world and I've never had any problems before."

"But normally we get in and out real fast." Ron reasoned. "We've never stopped anywhere for more than a few hours. A day at most. We've been in Paris for two days now. Those three thing can throw anyone off. You're just a little unfocused."

Kim smiled. "But you seem O.K."

"Kim, Kim, Kim," Ron said quietly. His goofy grin spread wide. "I've live my entire life out of focus. You know, never be normal? It's my natural state of mind."

Kim pushed him onto the bed. "So, Mister Never-Be-Normal. What do we do now?"

"Well," Ron thought for a second, "we could go to Euro Disney."

They looked at each other for a moment. A broad smile grew on both faces as they chimed in unison, "Naaaah!"

A/N: I had to throw that last jab at the Disney Co. Cutting us off like that before announcing season four.