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Disney's Kim Possible in

Sometimes There Isn't A Point

By Adam Leigh

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5. Turnabout

"I don't really want to see this right now," Kim said looking at her desk of document icons and the video window of Agent Edison in the corner.

"What? You want me to sit on this information?" asked Edison, puzzled.

"No!" Kim said quickly, then sighed. "I'm just complaining, that's all. Look, how likely is it that this mystery man here is from Drakken's Syndicate?"

"Everything matches the profile we've established for them," nodded the agent. "Unless someone is going to an awful lot of trouble to pretend they're one of the Syndicate's inner circle, it's probably Drakken. Not to mention we don't have many other hot targets with a class-S financial rating."

"Did you coordinate with Callison in Europe?"

"European office denies this transaction ever took place," grumbled Edison. "They're in on it, I'm sure."

"Hey!" snapped Kim. "That's another GJ branch, I won't have you spreading dissent until there is confirmed proof." She scowled at her desk.

"I-I'm sorry, Director," stammered Edison. "It was just... I'm confused about all the intel we've been receiving from Belgium and Denmark that the European branch insists never occurred." He hesitated then continued. "In my mind, either they're incompetent at reconnaissance or they're intentionally hiding it. I can't figure out why they would do the latter."

Kim stared grimly at the desk and opened one of the documents. "We need a mole, someone in the Syndicate to help us sort this out," she concluded.

"We've tried before--" started Edison.

"Yes, I know, I authorized the operation," nodded Kim. "There's just got to be a way to figure out what Drakken's doing. I mean, this purchase is for tons of depleted uranium. Is he building a really big gun or a really big bomb?"

"I'd go bomb, thinking Drakken," said Edison. "He doesn't have a very high self-preservation instinct when it comes to technology. But that's assuming that Drakken is still calling the shots. After that skirmish in Syria, he may not even be in charge anymore."

"That scares me even more," said Kim. "The worlds largest, most powerful crime syndicate, in the hands of someone potentially sane. At least Drakken tended to have his plans drift towards the inane or superfluous, radioactive flatware or something. If someone had his power, his technology, and two wits about him on how to use it all, we could have a serious threat on our hands."

"Which is why I don't see how the other GJ branches could be denying it," added Edison.

Kim sighed again. It seemed the older she got, the more time she spent sighing at inescapable situations. "Set up a call with Callison and Barclay from the North African branch, we need to straighten this out."

"Yes, Director," saluted Edison before his window went blank.

A knock came from her door and Kim pressed her finger in the corner of her desk to see who it was. She relaxed slightly and closed the windows on her desktop. "Come in!" she called.

"Hey, Princess," said Shego, striding in confidently. Kim admired the way nothing broke her stride anymore, and the way she perfectly fit her own designs. With Monique's stores now international and a veritable empire, the two of them spent less time in the stores and more time designing which showed in their more daring and complex clothing lines.

She did, however, curse the way Shego never seemed to get old. Despite being her elder by several years, Shego still had tight, flawless skin, and little more than a streak of gray in her hair while Kim herself had clearly taken a little more stressful life. Her crows feet continued to grow while her hair was starting to be peppered with gray. At least she still had her physique. From constant exercise to diet, she would never let her body act old, even if it started to appear that way.

"Hi Shego," said Kim getting up from her desk and walking over to give her guest a hug. Afterwards they sat down on a long leather couch in her office. "So, how's the clothing business?"

"Oh, you know," dismissed Shego. "We opened store #122 last week in Germany and got scheduled for six more in the next year. Even one in Hong Kong. Monique says we're reaching our limit unless we go public. I'm thinking we can hold off a little longer."

"Why not go public?" asked Kim. "You'd probably make a killing in the stock market."

"Maybe, but then it wouldn't be 'our' store anymore, it'd be a traded franchise." She leaned back on the couch. "When we do go public, I'll probably resign. Go back to doing designs for a smaller store."

"I wish I had an eye for that stuff," admitted Kim. "It would be a lot less stressful than this work."

"It's not all tea and crumpets, pumpkin," prodded Shego. "You still think that since I love it, it's not hard work don't you?"

"Oh, I'm sure it's hard work," said Kim. "I'm just skeptical about how much you do and how much Monique does."

"Well, how's that for your hello," said Shego, pretending to be insulted.

Kim laughed. "How's Monique doing?"

"Oh, you haven't heard, have you?" said Shego, a malicious look in her eye.

"What?"

"Charles Fabel," said the dark haired woman deliberately.

"The perfume designer?"

"The same."

"No way!" exclaimed Kim. "How?"

"They met at one of our fashion shows in Stockholm," said Shego. "They talked all through the show, through cocktails afterwards, into dinner, and after that, well..." she trailed off. "I couldn't say."

"Incredible," said Kim, lost in thought.

Shego smiled as she watched her friend think. Then noticed the glint on her hand.

"Hey, so, what did you call me out here for?" asked Shego. "You know my info on Drakken is fairly useless now since he's gone all 'SPECTRE' on you."

Kim returned to the present. "Actually," started Kim, then she stopped. "I have two things to ask you, and I have to admit, I'm not sure how you'll react to the second one."

"That's charming," Shego said flatly. "What's the first one?"

"Would you be a bridesmaid in my wedding?"

Shego froze. "What?" she finally managed. "Are you joking?"

"I'm totally serious," said Kim. "I want you to be up there with me when Ron and I get married. Despite our engendered youth, you've been a big part of my life and a good friend when Ron left. I think its right for you to be there."

Shego just blinked then began shaking her head. "To tell you the truth, I thought you wanted me to design a wedding dress," she admitted. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Of course I'm sure, that's why I asked!" Kim said, energetically.

"Well, fine, I will," Shego nodded.

"Great!" Kim hugged her again. "Thank you."

"Thank you, Kimmie," said Shego softly. "For thinking of me as a friend even when I was treating you like an enemy."

They broke their hug and Kim just smiled and nodded.

Shego felt herself blushing and quickly said, "So what was the other thing you wanted to ask?"

The smile fled from Kim's face. "Oh," she said suddenly and stood to walk closer to her desk. "Right, the other thing."

Shego frowned. "Kimmie? What's wrong?"

"I'm not sure how to ask this, but," she hesitated again.

"Come on, Princess, spit it out," said Shego, unsure of what to think of the great Kim Possible speechless.

"I need help with Drakken," she said finally.

"I'll give you what I can," shrugged Shego. "Like I said before, my info is way outta wack these days--"

"Not intelligence," Kim quickly said.

Shego frowned again. "If not intelligence, then...?"

"I need a mole in the Syndicate."

Shego blinked then felt her eyebrows furrow. "What are you asking me to do?"

"I need someone to infiltrate the Syndicate and report back on what's really going on inside of there." Kim said slowly. "Things have been, going badly, and I'm not sure what intel I can trust anymore. We could be on the brink of something... globally catastrophic and I'm currently in a position where I can't trust any of my sources." She looked painfully at Shego who was glaring back. "I need someone that I can trust."

Shego looked like she was boiling inside. "I don't work for you," she seethed.

"No, you don't," agreed Kim. "I can't order you to do anything. I'm just asking to help me before the world possibly comes to an end."

"Oh, no, you can't order me but threaten the fate of the world, meh, that's open game."

"Shego--" started Kim.

Shego stood and walked right up to the Director of Global Justice. "How dare you dangle friendship with me and then force me into something like this."

"I didn't plan it like--"

Shego slapped her across the face.

Kim stood silently, feeling the warmness and pain of the welt on her cheek. The pain drifted across the surface of her face as she stood, completely still. Shego stared at her for several more seconds before turning on her heel and storming out of the office.

Once she was gone Kim finally brought up a hand to rub her sore face.