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Chapter 9 Marrakesh Part 2

Ron was in heaven. Never had he seen a kitchen so functional, so complete as the one he buzzed around at four in the afternoon, Marrakesh time. It surpassed any kitchen in the entire Tricity area back home. It seemed so spacious, but every appliance was within easy reach of the others. And the appliances? All top of the line, space age... mere words just couldn't describe. Tears came to his eyes as Kim entered the room.

Kim saw Ron was losing it and hugged him close. Patting his back she cooed, "There, there Ron. What's wrong?"

"Heaven," was all he squeaked out before a torrent of tears flooded her shoulder.

"Ron, pull yourself together," Kim said firmly as she looked around. "It's only a kitchen."

"Only a kitchen!" Ron sniffled and pulled away from her. His arms spread out wide. "This is perfection!"

"O. K." Kim said in disbelief. "So get going. I'm hungry for something spicy."

Ron looked around and fell to his knees. "I'M NOT WORTHY!" He yelled, then started sobbing, face in hands.

"Well I'm starving and if you won't cook," Kim's wicked grin appeared, "I guess it's up to me." She walked over to the stainless steel refrigerator that was as big as a small sedan standing on it's tailpipe.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Ron screamed and grabbed her from behind. He squeezed her so tight she could barely breath.

"Ron. Let. Go!" Kim struggled, her legs and arms flailing wildly. He held on even tighter.

"Ron, don't make me hurt you!" she warned. He just muttered something unintelligible.

"O.K. Ron. You asked for it." She reached behind her head with both hands. She grabbed the tops of both his ears with her fingertips and squeezed tight.

"Ow, Ow, Ow, Ow, OW!" Ron screeched. His hands went from around her waist to her hands, slapping and pawing to stop the intense pain.

Kim let go and spun to grab his face in both hand. She looked deep into his chocolate brown eyes. "Ron! Focus!"

Ron's breathing slowed as he stared at her stern face. His eyes finally fixed on her emerald green sparkling orbs, mere inches from his. His hands dropped from rubbing his aching ears and rested on her shoulders. "Sorry KP." he gasped. "I guess I lost it there for a minute."

"Are you going to be alright now?" Kim asked, still holding her gaze.

"I think so. It's just this kitchen is so... is soooo..." His eyes glazed over and a slaver of drool appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Ron!" Kim slapped him hard, knocking him on his butt.

"Kim!" Ron yelped, rubbing the side of his face. "You don't understand! This is The most awesome, The finest kitchen I've ever dreamed of. The appliances, the ergonomics are perfect!"

Kim stomped over and picked him up off the floor. "So it's perfection! It's Heaven! It's the kitchen of your dreams!" she yelled. "Save it for your memoirs!"

Kim's face softened as an idea came to mind. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Ron flinched at her initial touch but finally wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned in and whispered in his ear. "And when you write your memoirs don't you want it to say you actually got to cook, in the perfect kitchen?" She nibbled on his earlobe.

Ron's face brightened to a radiant goofy grin. He picked Kim up and spun her around a couple of turns then threw her to the side, and dove into a rack of pans. "BOOYAH! One spicy meal coming up!" he said giddily. "How about a Denver Omelet? Or, Or, Or, some spaghetti with spicy meatballs!" He became a whirlwind of activity.

Kim stood to the side, her arms folded in front of her. Smiling and wrinkling her nose she thought "Ron's definitely gonna be O.K. now. He's just so cute when he gets like this!" Satisfied, she left the room to explore the rest of the mansion.

"Hey Kim, how's it going?" Wade said, slurping his soda.

"Big Daddy picked us up at the airport, we talked in his limo and he's letting us stay in his guest house for a couple of days. He says he knows who our Mr. or Ms. X is, but won't tell us. He'll be giving us clues as to the identity but he's very tight lipped." Kim sighed as she finished her summation. "You know how he likes his games."

"What clues has he given you?" Wade asked.

"Only one so far," Kim stated flatly. "He said the person is not a mystery man."

Wade thought for a moment. "That could mean one of two things. The person isn't a man..."

"That was our immediate thought," Kim interjected. "We asked if that meant Mr. X was a woman."

"And?"

"Big Daddy didn't say a thing. He didn't even show any signs if we were right or wrong. Not a grin, smile or frown. He really likes to play things close to the vest. I bet he's a great poker player."

"The other possibility," Wade sipped his soda absentmindedly, the straw staying in his mouth. "He or she isn't a mystery. That would mean you know the person."

"You mean like Drakken or Dementor is playing us; trying to throw us off by sending anonymous messages?" Kim thought for a second. "That would so be against the Villain's Code of Ethics. Only Adrena Lynn would stoop so low and she doesn't have the brains to send the encrypted messages. Besides, it's not her style."

"What about Motor Ed? He's never cottoned to the code." Wade ventured.

"That's true, but he's all about cars and monster trucks. Definitely not Di Vinci!" Kim thought for a moment more. "There is a third possibility. If he's not a mystery man then it might be a girl we know?" Kim frowned. "I don't know where that would lead us? Oh, I'm getting a headache thinking about this," she whined.

Wade finished typing. "Adrena Lynn is the closest thing to a girl we know that's a villain. I just checked. She's still in prison and doesn't have access to the Internet."

"I wish it were her," Kim said in frustration, squirming in her chair. "I guess Ron was right. I'm addicted to freak fighting and this vacation is unhinging me a little." She smiled. "Luckily I have Ron to spar with. That really helps."

A kitten-sized robotic spider dragging a hose entered the frame with Wade. It refilled his soda cup, spit in a few ice cubes and scampered off. "Speaking of Ron, where is he?"

Kim giggled as a dreamy air filled her countenance. "Right now he's in Heaven!" she said wistfully, looking off at nothing in particular in the distance.

"What?" Wade sputtered. "Ron's where?"

Kim returned her attention to the Kimmunicator. "He's in the kitchen. He says it's beyond fabulous, but you know me. I wouldn't know the difference it if it had a sign reading 'This Is The Best Kitchen In The World' plastered all over it."

"So the guest house is nice?"

"Nice doesn't begin to describe this place. Beside Ron's perfect kitchen and all the bedrooms, it has an Olympic-sized pool with slides, a waterfall and four big Jacuzzis. There's a movie theater, a TV room with a screen that fills an entire wall, a room that could only be described as a Discotheque, and one room that Ron will never see." If I have anything to say about it. she thought to herself. "There's a video arcade with more games than you or Ron could play with in a lifetime. We're going to explore the other half of the mansion after we eat."

"Whooh!" Wade exclaimed. "Who else is staying in the guest house?"

"It's just us," Kim stated, matter-of-factly.

"That means..." Wade started, but Kim cut him off.

"Yep. A night of Naked Hide and Seek!" Kim smirked. "The only boundaries being the stone walls around the compound."

Wade started breathing heavily and looked away. Scratching the back of his head he uttered, "That wasn't what I was going to say but... whatever floats your boat."

Kim giggled. "Gotcha! We just went skinny dipping earlier, no big."

"Ha Ha," Wade laughed with relief. "You got me."

"Riiight," Kim said slyly.

"Kim! You ready to eat?" Ron yelled. "I'm in the Dining Room... I think!"

"Be there in a second!" Kim yelled back. She turned to the screen image of Wade. "Gotta go. I can't wait to find out what Ron's cooked up. Oh, say Hi to our parents and tell them of our conversation." Kim paused, then added, "Except for the skinny dipping and Naked Hide and Seek!"

"And I'll keep working on our mystery... person," Wade said and signed off.

Kim and Ron awoke to a glorious sunrise. The few cloud just above the horizon reflected the colors of gold, red, yellow and orange, making a sight worthy of the finest post card.

They both said, "Good Morning," to the other at the same time.

Ron scootched up a little and folded his arms behind his head. Kim doodled little circles on his chest. "Thanks for suggesting we sleep out here on the balcony."

"Well the bed in there was just way too soft," Ron said. "This chaise lounge is just right, especially since you're here with me." He kissed her on her forehead and looked out at the sunrise.

Kim followed his gaze out to the panoramic display. "Just a little reminder that He's with us," she sighed.

Ron knew Kim wasn't deeply religious, but believed. He followed the laws of Judaism, but wasn't totally strict about it. "Yep. He does paint a pretty picture, doesn't He."

The fell back into a sound sleep as the clouds dissipated and the fervent colors faded to the standard clear blue sky.

Kim sprang and preformed a perfect naked aerial somersault to answer the phone on the third ring. "Uh, Hello," she said into the receiver.

"Good afternoon, Miss Possible," Big Daddy greeted her. "I will be down shortly to take you and your partner into town if you'd like. I thought I would show you my town while we continue our game."

"That is most gracious of you," Kim responded. "We'll see you soon." She hung up the phone. "Ron, time to get dressed. Big Daddy is on his way." She headed for the room.

"Ah, and I wanted to see if I could jump into the pool from here!" a disappointed Ron said looking over the balcony rail. He turned and followed her back into the Master Bedroom.