She didn't go back to the lair. Something was telling her to stay. So when Kim looked away, she ducked into shrubs and shadows and climbed back onto the roof.

Nobody showed up for the night, and she left as soon as the sun rose. Drakken was still up, and drilled her with questions on what happened to Jonas and if he did good. She assured him that, even if he was stopped, it all went according to plan and more planning would have to go into stopping Jonas permanently.

A ten hour nap followed, which was spectacular.

She woke up to a dozen texts from Kim (she considered blocking her number out of spite, but went against it) asking if she was able to fight Jonas with her on short notice in case Wade couldn't get into his accounts in time. Over a dozen texts for that.

Of course she'd be worried enough to do that.

Shego was no longer needed to protect Kim. She felt a bit off now with the free time. She even felt lonely now that she could only talk to Kim through texts, most of which she felt would be too strange to send. Having positive relationships was hard.

Especially now that she knew she had to break that off if she wanted to continue her career unhindered.

Despite all desires to stop, old habits die hard.

Every night she was up on Kim's roof, gone by sunrise. Nothing happened, but she felt better knowing Kim was safe.

On the fourth night of her doing this, Kim joined her. Shego had tried to hide as soon as she heard motion; she was dangling off the side of the roof by her fingertips when Kim said, "This is borderline obsessive, Shego."

She pulled herself up, more than a little embarrassed and very grateful it was dark enough to hide her blush. "When did you see me?"

"I didn't," she replied. "Wade set up security cameras. We've noticed you've been showing up lately.

"Why didn't you confront me earlier?" Save her from more embarrassment.

"I, well," Kim faltered. Then she walked to three different spots. Each time she departed for the next, there was a faint click.

"What are you doing?"

Turning off the cameras." There was a third click. "I want this to be private."

"Usually doesn't end well for me." Interrogations and whatnot. The extravagant life of a criminal.

"I appreciate your concern," Kim began. She sounded like she was choosing each word carefully.

"So formal."

"I just, you don't need to keep doing this."

"I'm just trying to help."

"I know, I know, but I'm safe for now," she said quickly. "I still don't know why you even started this."

"Because you're Kim Possible!" Kim stuttered a bit, taken by surprise at the sudden outburst. "Don't look shocked," Shego continued. "Because you're Kim fucking Possible, and you're on a dozen hit lists, and maybe I was worried about you!"

"Sh!" Kim threw her hand over Shego's mouth and they stood still. "There's no reason to yell." Shego glared at her and grabbed her wrist so she could pull it away. "I know it's not the safest job."

"No shit. I'm worried about you."

"I know!" Kim whispered sharply. "But I'm safe at the moment, and this is getting weird."

"Pardon me for being concerned that you have a death wish."

"Shego."

"If I have to put up with all your crap about opening up and being honest with each other, you need to understand that I'm fucking worried about you."

"Respect my privacy!" Kim burst. Shego covered her mouth and they stood still for a few seconds. Slowly, she pulled back. "Respect my privacy, Shego. We're still going to talk and I'm going to be safe and you won't have to worry about me."

She didn't know how to argue with that.