Disclaimer: The Wonderful World of the Walt Disney Company owns the rights to Kim Possible, the TV series. I borrow the characters for no monetary gain whatsoever. (I mean they want to come out and play with me. What can I do? I love em!) All the minor characters are of my own slightly warped mind.

Chapter 12 Rio Part 2

Kim drove while Ron read the GPS instructions. He really didn't like to drive since he always seemed to find the nearest gymnasium wall to crash into. They parked at the bottom of Corcovado Hill and got on the train that would take them to the top.

Kim got out her Kimmunicator. "Let's check in with Wade."

Wade, eating a sandwich, appeared on the screen. "Hi Kim. You caught me in the middle of lunch." He put down the P. B. & J. and took a sip of his soda. "What's up?"

"Just checking in. We're on our way up to the 'Christ the Redeemer' statue. Any word from our Mr. X.?" Kim said smiling.

"Yes," Wade grinned. "He said he will take the statue three day from today."

Ron look confused. "Now, today is Thursday so the theft will occur on Sunday?"

"No," Kim replied. "We crossed the International Date line so today's is Tuesday. He'll take it on Friday."

"Sorry, Kim," Wade chirped. "Today's Wednesday, so it will happen on Saturday."

Kim looked confused. "But we left Morocco on..."

Wade cut her off. "Trust me. Today's Wednesday."

Ron sighed. "I'm totally lost. I think I'll just enjoy the view." He nuzzled into Kim's neck which elicited a giggle from her, and a 'EEW!' from Wade.

Kim pushed Ron away for a second but he quickly resumed his 'necking.'

"Any luck," Kim tried to stifle a moan, "with the encryption?" Giggle!

"Sorry Kim," Wade said, looking slightly dejected. "He switched gears on me and is using a new one. I'll need to start over. Anything else?"

Ron rested his chin on Kim's shoulder so he could be seen in the screen. "Yeah. Thank for forwarding the mail from our Dads."

"No problem, Ron. What was it?" Wade asked.

"Ah, it was... instructions, yeah instructions," Ron said sheepishly.

"Instructions for what?" Wade queried innocently.

"Exercise instructions," Kim cut in. "For the long plane rides."

"Riiight." Wade said in disbelief.

"Sure." Ron said confidently. "I'll show em to you."

"Really," Both Kim and Wade said together.

"Yeah," Ron grinned. "When you leave your room for more than, say, a week in one stretch."

"Why won't you let me see them to me now?" Wade wondered aloud.

"Because," Kim chimed in, "some of these exercises are for adult muscles only."

"Yeah," Ron continued. "And I figure you'd be adult by the time you leave your room for more than a week."

Wade thought for a moment. "But I have everything I need right here. I may never leave my room."

Kim smiled. "If you never leave that room, you won't need these exercises." Her smile became a smirk. "Gotta go." She turned off the Kimmunicator and put it in her backpack as they arrived at the top of the hill.

They walked around the statue for a few minutes before joining a tour group. Kim listened intently to the guide while Ron studied the structure outside and in trying to decide what needed to be done in order to physically move the statue. They compared notes on the ride down, figuring it would take a team of twenty men a good half hour to unbolt the statue and lift it by chopper.

With the initial reconnoiter completed they had the evening to themselves so they decided to go clubbing. It was early evening and the club scene didn't get going until midnight so they took a siesta.

At nine o'clock they woke up and got ready. Kim wore her LBD with red high heels, and the pearl necklace and earrings Ron had purchased with his Naco royalty money. Ron wore a new pair of black pleather slacks, (he loved the sheen,) and a dress shirt that was emerald green to compliment Kim's eyes. He struggled with his dress shoes.

"I don't know about wearing these shoes," he complained, sitting on the bed.

"What's wrong with them," Kim asked from the bathroom as she finished her makeup.

He stood and shuffled around for a moment. "We're gonna be on our feet all night and they're not broken in yet."

Kim chuckled to herself then said aloud, "Then wear your black sneakers."

"Black sneakers... of course." Ron said, slapping his forehead. He kicked off the dress shoes directly into the closet. He muttered to no one in particular, "Where did I see my black sneakers?" His face brightened and he crawled half way under the bed.

Kim came out from the bathroom, readjusting her earring. "Did you hear me? Ron, where are you?"

"I heard ya," Ron yelled from under the bed. Clank! "OOOW!" Ron hit his head on the bed frame as he stood.

Kim ran to him and grabbed his head. "Are you O.K.?"

Ron wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. "I'm fine," he said softly and kissed her.

The kiss lasted mere seconds, but the embrace lingered and became a slow dance to the music in their heads that touched lightly at the brow.

Ron raised his head and asked. "Did you listen to the conversation we just had?"

"What about it?" Kim looked puzzled.

"It sounded just like a married couple," he quipped. "You, coming out of the bathroom more gorgeous that I've ever seen..."

"Thank you," she said and gave him a peck on the lips.

"And me out here in the bedroom, trying to figure out what to wear," he continued. "Us, yelling to each other like we've been doing it for years."

"Yeah," Kim said in realization. "It felt..."

"Natural," Ron finished her sentence. "Like we've been married for years and years?"

Kim broke from the embrace and walked away for a couple of steps, then turned to him. "Good Heavens!" she giggled. "We were acting like we've been married forever."

"Well," Ron pondered. "We have been practically living together for fourteen years. I've slept over at your house and you've stayed at mine." Ron's goofy grin appeared. "Maybe we could declare a common-law marriage."

Kim smiled. "I like that, though I don't think it's quite legal. We haven't been like, actually living together/ living together."

Ron shrugged. "Just a thought. Even if it were true and we had a common-law marriage, I'd still want to watch as you walked down the aisle to me."

Kim jumped into his arms and gave him a kiss he wouldn't soon forget.

"Wow," Ron said breathlessly. "That was..."

Kim sighed and laid her head on Ron's chest. "Yes, it was."

Ron checked his watch. "If we keep this up, we'll miss our dinner reservations. What'll it be? Dinner and dancing or some more tonsil hockey?"

"Well..." Kim started, "we are all dressed so I guess we should go out." She grabbed a tissue off the nightstand and wiped the lipstick off his lips. "There, you're ready to go. Let me freshen up." She turned and went into the bathroom. "I'll be ready in a minute."

Ron picked up a book and laid down on the bed. "Yep, just like a married couple. The man's all ready to go and the woman is still in the bathroom, fixing her makeup."

A hairbrush came flying out of nowhere and conked Ron on the head.

They were ten minutes late to the restaurant but were immediately seated. A man in a tuxedo came to the table and greeted them. "Team Possible in my restaurant. This is marvelous," he gushed. "My name is Michael, I am the owner."

"Sorry we were a little late," Kim apologized. "We got, ah, held up." She reached over and, with a quick swipe of her thumb, wiped off a smudge of lipstick from the corner of Ron's mouth.

Michael waved both hands at them. "It is no problem. I would've held your reservation for the entire night. Rio sustained a lot of damage from the Little Diablos before you stopped them. My restaurant was spared, but barely. Now, please order anything on the menu, it is on the house. I ask only two little favors."

"What can we do for you?" Ron asked.

"I would love a picture of you two, for the foyer," Michael said boldly.

"No big," Kim chimed. "We'll do it after we're done eating. Though we would prefer to pay for our meal anyway."

"No, No, No." Michael said, waving both hands again. "I must insist."

"O.K." Ron said. "What's the other favor?"

"This is a little embarrassing, but the chef would like to me you." Michael lowered his head.

Kim started to stand. "That's easy. Let's go to the kitchen Ron."

Michael put his hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry Ms. Possible. But the chef would only like to meet Mr. Stoppable."

"Ron?" Kim pondered.

"Yes." Michael hung his head and folded his hands. He turned to Ron. "He has heard of the Naco and what you did in your school cafeteria. And at such a young age. You are almost a God to him." Michael turned to Kim. "He said he has heard of your exploits in the kitchen, too. That is why he does not want to meet you."

Ron folded his hands. "Thank him for the honor, but tell him we are a team. If he wants to meet one of us, he will greet both of us equally." Michael opened his mouth to say something. Ron held up a hand. "Tell him I insist."

Michael looked at the two teen. Kim was beaming at Ron. Ron was looking at him with a quirky grin set in a stern face. Michael smiled. "I understand, I will tell him just that."

The restaurant owner looked around the room. He snapped his fingers at a girl. "Dawn, come here please."

A gorgeous, blond girl with freckles hurried over to the table. Kim figured she was the same age as her and Ron. "This is my daughter, Dawn. She came in tonight just to serve you." He turned to his daughter. "You wanted to meet them, here they are. Just don't bother them too much." He turned back to his guests. "I will be in the kitchen, dressing down my chef on his manners."

Ron was shocked, "Please Michael, don't do that." Ron smiled. He thumped his chest two times with a fist that gracefully became a peace sign. "Only peace and love here. That's my motto."

Michael smiled. "Very well. I will only give him your message, both or neither." He turned to leave, but spun around again to face the table. "But only after he's made your meal. He has quite a temper." Michael had a wicked smile on his face when he turned and headed off to the reception desk.

"What did he mean by that," Ron pondered.

Dawn giggled, her brown eyes seemed to sparkle. She handed out the menus. "He means Teddy, our chef, might do something to your meals." She looked at Ron who still had a puzzled look on his face. "You know, spit in your food... add too much hot sauce..."

"EEEW!" Kim said in disgust, hiding her head in the menu.

"Why would anyone want to do that to good food?" Ron said, still puzzled.

Dawn giggled again. "You don't eat out much, do you."

"No, I don't." Ron said."I like my Mom's cooking. Why should I eat out?"

"That's not the point, Ron," Kim said flatly. "If a chef doesn't like a customer because they complain too much, they'll mess with the customers food to get even."

Ron frowned. "That is just sick and wrong."

"Right," Dawn said. "And if Daddy found out a chef did that to a customer, he'd make sure that chef never got another job in this town. But enough of that, what would you like? Ms. Possible?"

Kim looked up from her menu. "Please, it's Kim and Ron."

Ron looked up from his and asked, "Dawn, what would you suggest? What's the chef's specialty?"

She thought for a moment. "We got a fresh delivery of seafood this afternoon. I would say either the Sea Bass or the Shrimp Scampi would be good."

Kim closed her menu and looked at Ron. He nodded. "O.K., one order of each," she said to the young lady. Kim reached across and took Ron's hand. "And we would love for you to join us."

"But I've already eaten," Dawn protested. "I don't want to disturb you during your meal."

Ron said, "We've been traveling and haven't talked to someone our age in like a week." He flashed his goofiest grin. "Please join us."

"Yes," Kim pleaded. "Please sit with us. We don't mind."

Dawn looked at the two. "O.K. I will. What would you like to drink? A nice Seyval?"

"Seyval?" Kim asked. "What's that?"

"It's a semi-dry white wine," Ron answered. He turned to Dawn. "We don't drink alcohol. Just some iced tea, please." He looked at Kim, she nodded. "For both of us."

"Please and thank you," Kim sang.

"That's O.K., I don't like booze much either," Dawn smiled. "Let me go place your order." She stood up and skipped off to the kitchen.

Ron looked at Kim. "That reminds me, we need to make a few phone calls. We should call our parents and you need to talk to Bon Bon and Monique."

Kim smiled. "And you should call Felix. We'll make the calls tomorrow afternoon."

Ron frowned. "Ah, N.G. Kim, no good. Mon and Bon will be at work in the afternoon."

"What time is it back home now?" Kim queried.

Ron beamed. He started to fiddle with the new watch he purchased that afternoon. "Allowing for Daylight Savings, we are three hours ahead of them."

Kim looked at the the female version of the watch he wore. He had bought the his and her watches for just such a situation. She pushed a few buttons and growled in frustration, "Just tell me what time it is in Middleton."

"It's just after seven P.M. back home," he sighed. He had spent twenty fruitless minutes trying to explain how to operate the different functions. She finally told him to set the darn thing to the local time, and to go jump in the lake for buying the Devil's timepiece.

Kim pulled out her cellphone and dialed. "Bon and Monique should be out somewhere right now. I'll get one of the calls out of the way right now." She got up from the table and walked outside. Ron waited until she was out of sight then headed to the kitchen to meet the staff.

Ten minutes later Ron sat back down at the table. Kim returned shortly after that. "Mon and Bon said to say 'Hi.' They were just siting down to watch a video with Felix."

"Oh, Man!" Ron groaned. "I missed talking to all of them?"

Kim slyly smiled. "Don't worry. I know you went to talk to your fan club." She hitched a thumb towards the kitchen door.

"Ha Ha, got me!" Ron laughed.

"No big," Kim said. "But it was sweet of you to say he had to meet us both." She reached across the table and held his hand. "I appreciate the gesture."

Dawn arrived at the table. "O.K., who get the Scampi?"

Ron moved the candle and flowers from the center of the table. "Just put them between us and bring two more plates. We'll share them."

Dawn giggled and set down the plates. "O.K. I'll be right back."

During the next half hour they talked a little about the current mission. Dawn told our two heroes about her high school and the activities she participated in. She wanted to follow her Father into the restaurant business, but as a Chef. Ron and Dawn traded tips and secrets on the different recipes they had tried. Dawn then related her harrowing tale of the Diablos attack on Rio. Despite the fact that the city didn't have a Bueno Nacho, a couple of the menacing machines had flown in and landed a few of blocks from the restaurant, destroying one of her favorite night spots. A minute after they had smashed the discotheque, they shrank back down to toy size saving the city, and her Father's restaurant, from further damage.

"I want to thank you both for saving my Daddy's restaurant, and the rest of the city," Dawn sniffled. "I don't think he'd be around if those things rampaged one minute longer." She wiped her eyes. "You know, my friends won't believe me when I tell them I got to talk with you two."

Ron grinned. "Well your father wants a picture for his entry way. Would you like to be in the picture with us?"

"I got a better idea," Kim cut in. "Ron and I were going clubbing after we've eaten. Why don't you call your friends and we'll meet them somewhere to hang, like at the mall or one of the clubs?"

"Ah, Kim. I bet the mall will be closed," Ron chided. "It's after eleven. But we could meet them at one of the clubs." He looked at Dawn. "I mean your school's out for the summer."

Dawn frowned. "No, Ron. It's winter down here right now, and it's a school night." She looked at her watch. "It's already past my curfew, but Daddy is waving it because of you two."

Ron slapped his forehead. "That's right. The Southern Hemisphere has opposite seasons from Middleton." A devilish grin arose on Ron's face. "Tell you what. Bring your friends to the mall tomorrow afternoon and we'll meet you there. Just don't tell them about us. It'll be a surprise."

Kim smiled. "I like that!" she practically sang. "And tell them to bring their cameras."

"But what about your mission?" Dawn queried.

"No worries," Kim said. "We have a few days before we're needed and," a slight smirk came out, "I think I know who our villain is."

"Who?" both Ron and Dawn said in unison.

"Jinx, you owe me a soda," Dawn quickly added.

Ron's head hit the table. "I just can't win," he whined.

The two girls giggled up a storm.

The next afternoon, Kim and Ron sat in the food court of Rio's brand new mall. They heard the teens talking up a storm even before Kim spotted them. Our two teen heroes stood and waved. "Hey Dawn, over here!" Ron yelled.

The eight teens charged over, the four girls squealing and the four guys grinning ear to ear. Dawn made the introductions and they all sat down to talk. Dawn's boyfriend, Tim, was a tall redhead with emerald green eyes and was on the cheer squad. Tim and Kim swapped tips and secrets on the different flips and moves they've perfected.

The rest of the afternoon was filled with shopping and pizza. When the group started to go their separate ways Dawn and Tim stayed to thank their guests.

Dawn hugged the two teens. "Thank you so much for doing this. You don't know how much this means to us."

"No big," Kim said. "It was nice to spend some time with teens like us, so far from home."

"Don't forget to send us copies of the pictures," Ron said. "We'll have Wade put some of them on our website."

"No way!" Tim said in amazement.

"Way," Kim chimed. "Pictures with a nice little story of our trip to the mall. It's the least we can do to repay you for your hospitality."

Dawn turned to her boyfriend. "You know what that means? We'll climb a few rungs on the food chain at school."

Kim and Ron looked at each other and started to laugh. Tim asked, "What's so funny?"

"Who's your Queen Bee at school?" Ron asked as he got a pen and pad out of his pocket. He scribbled something on the piece of paper.

"Her name is Bobbi," Dawn answered. "But why?" She tried to read what Ron was writing.

Ron ripped the page out and handed it to Dawn. "Tell her to I.M. this person. But tell her to listen closely to the advice she gets."

Dawn shrugged and handed the paper to Tim. He stuck it in his pocket. "O.K., but I don't want to aggravate her any more. She picks on me too much as it is. Tim might be able to give it to her. They're both on the cheer squad."

Kim looked at Ron and giggled. "Bon?" she asked. Ron nodded. Kim turned to Tim. "Just tell her it's from the former Queen of Middleton High."

"If you see any change in Bobbi, be there for her." Ron advised. "Be very supportive and help her any way you can."

"Help her?" Dawn asked, in total puzzlement mode.

Kim started. "Our Queen Bonnie was my main rival."

"They fought like cats and dogs," Ron continued. "But Bonnie had an epiphany. Changed over night practically."

"Long story short," Kim added, "We're now best of friends."

"Because we knew she could change and were there to help her through it." Ron finished.

"Wow!" Dawn said.

"Neat story," Kim said.

"Yeah," Tim enthused. "And listening to you two complete each others thoughts."

"Is a little spooky!" Dawn added.

Kim blushed. "Well, we've been best friends since Pre-K and on too many missions to count."

"And we even swapped minds on one mission," Ron said. "So we've become tuned into each other's thoughts."

"Well, we've been friends since second grade," Dawn said, squeezing Tim's hand.

"Yeah," Tim added. "When she moved into town."

Dawn looked at her watch. "We're gonna be late for the movie. You want to join us?"

Kim yawned and slyly ended the stretch with her hand on Ron's butt. She gave it a quick squeeze. "Ooh, no," Ron squealed. He glanced at Kim who sported her wicked little grin. "We need to get going. Ah, check out some leads in the case."

"Well, it's been a pleasure meeting and hanging with you two," Tim said.

"Yeah." Dawn added, "Take care and Good Luck."

After the couple raced off for the movies, Ron turned to Kim. "Cute couple. Kinda reminds me of someone. I can't quite place who, though."

"Come on, Ron." Kim grabbed his arm. "We need to get back to the hotel and make some calls." She squeezed his butt again. "Later."