"So what exactly IS a…Mannschaft Falke?"

Kim Possible swore that there was so much to learn about her new "life" that she'd spend the rest of her life with her nose in a book. The list of Wesen that she'd been studying as well as their characteristics seemed to go on forever. Ron had been a tremendous help though. He'd grown up with all of this knowledge and was usually able to lay things out straight for her. Furthermore, he seemed to be drawn to her Mom's work room like a moth to a flame. Where nearly all Wesen would've avoided the room like it was a torture chamber…and frankly to many Wesen, it WAS a torture chamber…Ron seemed to view it as one of the coolest museums he'd ever set foot it.

Kim's Wesen studies and Grimm training had been coming along at a wonderful pace according to her mother. All these years and Kim had been completely oblivious to how much of a badass Mom was. As it turned out, Mom was a master at Japanese Aikido, Five Animals Kung Fu, Maori Mau Rakau, and Israeli Krav Maga. Grimm or no, Mom had actually been planning on teaching Kim self-defense about now anyway. According to Mom, every Grimm had their own preferences when it came to weapons. Like her mother, Kim had developed a penchant for the Kanabo, a studded club of Japan, a little larger than a baseball bat. Not wanting to just be a clone of Mom, Kim had also developed a liking for the Kukris, forward curved machetes used by the Nepalese Army.

But throughout all of the training, Mom had preached that a Grimm's most dependable weapons were their Doppelarmbrust, a dual-shot crossbow. In the Grimm Culture, a Grimm's first Doppelarmbrust was sort of like getting your first car; kind of a big deal. Mom was of the opinion that Grimms were too old fashioned when it came to their trusty weapon and Kim's jaw had dropped when Mom had dug out her own. Mom's Doppelarmbrust was actually a modified hunting crossbow with a number of attachments. The thing looked like it belonged in a war video game. That was what found the Possible women, Ron Stoppable, and Kim's Aunt Amy in the Possible family minivan, on a highway headed to the countryside outside Middleton.

Kim and Ron hadn't really sat down and talked about his species like she and Aunt Amy had. The pair were stuck in the back seat so there didn't seem to be any better time. "Yep, born and raised," Ron answered, a mock-proud smile plastered across his face. "We're kind of an offshoot of Steinadlers. Where Steinadlers are the Generals, Mannschaft Falken are the Sergeants. We're rock at strategy…hence my spankin gameage record…but always are ready to help others succeed."

"Steinadler are almost always military leaders. Mannschaft Falken are usually enlisted soldiers or athletes in team sports. Mannschaft Falken will also do ANYTHING for a teammate," Mom called from the driver's seat. "I knew a pair of them when Aunt Amy and I were on the Middleton University soccer team. They were one-two in assists in the conference for four years."

The four laughed at that. The minivan traveled for another hour through scenic Pennsylvania and came to a halt in front of a small hunting shop called "Ironclad Weapons". From the outside, frankly the store didn't look like much, the kind of building that was a dime a dozen in small towns across America. The sign out front boasted "The Best Custom Bow and Firearms on the East Coast". Kim flashed her Mom a suspicious look but Mom waved it away.

"Don't let appearances fool you Kimmie," Mom held open the door for the others. "These two are the best gunsmiths and bowyers I've ever seen. They're a set of fraternal twins who never inherited Grimm abilities but Rachel and Jerry Walicki know just as much about the world as anybody; especially when it comes to combat."

Kim didn't know a lot about guns but while the outside of the building didn't look like a whole heck of a lot…the inside was really something. Guns of seemingly every size, shape, and type lined the walls and racks throughout the store. The guns were impressive enough but Kim's eye was quickly drawn to the far side of the store where hundreds of compound bows, crossbows, arrows, and accessories adorned the shelves. Like a kid in a candy store, Kim ran up and began fawning. She'd spent the past week reading up on and studying all types of bows and what would work for her. Every teen her age wanted to have a spankin car; well if a Grimm's first Doppelarmbrust was LIKE a teen's first car, then by Jingo Kim would have a spankin crossbow. Ooooooh…a Quest Drive compound bow? And a Barnett Razr crossbow?

"Can we help you…Annie Kessler Possible!" A middle aged woman emerged from behind the counter and called to the crowd that had gathered behind Kim. "Always a pleasure to see you in our little establishment."

Anne Possible pried her daughter away from the displays and up to the front counter. The woman was about Anne's own age, blonde hair and blue eyes, and the callused hands of a woman who didn't shy away from working with her hands. She was dressed in a plaid flannel shirt and jeans. Kind of what you'd picture the wife of a mountain man would look like.

"Hi Rachel," Anne reached over and shook the offered hand. "How's business coming along?"

"Uh…if you guys don't mind, Ron and I will wait outside," Anne could see that run by regular humans or no, Amy and Ron were more than a little uncomfortable being in a facility that made a living off of equipment specifically for killing people like them. Anne's personal beliefs and choices were well known to the Wesen community in Middleton but she was still very much aware that she was a black sheep when it came to others like her.

"So again, what brings you here?"

Anne motioned her daughter forward. "Well this is my daughter Kim. And she's here looking at her first Doppelarmbrust."

Rachel perked up at that new information. Anne knew that Rachel had a soft spot for rookies looking for their first equipment. She walked over to the door, flipped to the "Closed" sign, and motioned for mother and daughter to follow her to the basement. As the three women marched down the stairs, Anne could almost see the wheels turning in her daughter's head. Kim had obviously been very impressed by the selection that had been available upstairs…so what goodies were kept down here?

Rachel hit the landing and flipped a light switch directly to her right, bathing the basement room in fluorescent light. What the light shined upon was enough to make Kim go wide eyed. In several rows were some of the most amazing crossbows Kim had ever seen. She tried to make a run towards the displays but was stopped short by her mother grabbing her by the scruff of her tee shirt.

"Now here's one that Jerry's quite proud of," Rachel led the two to the first display and hefted up the crossbow. "This is an Excalibur Matrix 380 LSP with a Tact-Zone scope. You can see the dual limbs of immediate secondary fire. It fires 22 inch arrows with titanium heads and that's something else entirely." Rachel drew an arrow and held it into the light so Anne could examine it. "The days of having to fill your bolts with any particular mixture are over. I've discovered how to infuse the bolts themselves with literally any compound in the plant kingdom." Rachel unscrewed the arrowhead and handed it to Anne. "They can be fitted into any standard 22 inch arrow, though I recommend steel or stronger."

Rachel and Jerry had really taken it up a notch. The projects Rachel had been demonstrating for Kim were really excellent pieces of hardware. But after about five demonstrations…Kim had fallen in love and in Anne's opinion, had made an excellent choice. It was a Barnett Vengeance with a reverse limb and a Nikon Bolt XR Scope. What really impressed Anne was the revolving arrow chamber capable of housing four arrows that Rachel had built in. Along with that, there was a cocking mechanism built into the stock, similar to a pump-action shotgun, so all Kim had to do was pump and the string was taught and the chamber had fed in a new arrow.

"Mom…this is it. This is the one; I can feel it!"

When a Grimm knew, they just knew. During the early days of her training, Kim's grandmother had taught Anne that a Grimm really didn't choose her weapons as much as the weapons chose the Grimm. Anne had Rachel put the bow, a case, a box of hemlock and spearwort (used as a much more powerful tranquilizer) infused arrowheads, and a bundle of steel arrows. Thankfully Anne's day job and James' work in aerospace made them very well off and this wouldn't put much of a dent. They'd be back for more arrows or arrowheads but a Doppelarmbrust was usually a one-time investment unless it was somehow destroyed.

Kim was practically bouncing in anticipation as mother and daughter walked out of the shop and to the minivan. Both Aunt Amy and Ron voiced their approval at her choice of weapon but were ready to vacate the premises. The equipment was loaded into the trunk and all climbed into their seats for the journey home.

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Kim constantly fought to hold in her laughter as she and Ron walked through the school in between classes. Here she was, in the company of over four hundred teenagers, and the majority of them had absolutely no idea of how the world actually worked. And for the small minority who did? Well once Kim's abilities had manifested, the teenage Wesen at Middleton High had flocked to the junior Grimm, giving her a much larger circle of friends and acquaintances. More than anyone else, those who were under the influence of Bonnie Rockwaller's pheromones were the most grateful and most eager to make amends with Kim. It was strange; Kim could remember going out of her way to avoid these girls and now? They were some of the nicest people Kim had ever met, especially Tara Lutz. Tara, as it turned out, was an Eisbiber, a beaver-type Wesen that tended to be very friendly if a little nosy. That explained a lot actually; especially Tara's reputation as the school gossip.

Kim, Tara, and Ron waltzed into the cafeteria, all three ravenous for a good meal. "How the heck does the school get away with serving this slop?" Tara groaned, grabbing a tray from the pile and getting into line. "Even a Reinigen wouldn't stomach this stuff."

Kim and Ron chuckled at that. The student body was in luck today though; Chicken Parmesan, the only half decent dish the school ever served. All three got their dishes and found a table for the three of them. Kim began swirling her food, weighing the option of whether or not she wanted to swallow the bite. She elected to swallow her pride AND the food. Kim and Tara were both on the cheerleading squad, Kim on the varsity and Tara on the JV, and Middleton High School was currently in the off-season, leaving the cheerleaders looking for new afterschool activities. The Masque and Bobble Society, Middleton High's Drama Club, was starting up for their next season and Kim and Tara were eager to audition for this year's production of Once Upon a Mattress.

"What do you think you'll audition with?" Kim inquired, swallowing a mouthful of food.

"I don't know. I'm torn between doing something from Brigadoon or Much Ado About Nothing," Tara closed her eyes, visualizing what it would look like.

"Hey, we need musical auditions too. You want t do a duet from Bridagoon?"

Tara absolutely gushed at the idea. Kind of predictable for an Eisbiber but Kim couldn't help but like her new friend. The trio of friends was about half way through their meal when Tara called attention to a group entering the cafeteria. It looked like they had a few new students. Three kids, two girls and a boy, walked in and got into line. One of the girls and the boy looked to be brother and sister, maybe fraternal twins. The third girl was actually black with shimmering dark hair. From the way the three were acting, Kim thought the black girl may have been adopted. A split second later, the black girl woged, sprouting glossy black fur over her head and a series of whiskers; the girl almost reminded Kim of an otter, an animal she always had a bit of a soft spot for. The woge subsided and Kim could see the extreme look of discomfort on her face.

"What's up," Ron snapped his fingers in front of Kim's face, snapping her out of her doze. "Is she Wesen?"

"As a matter of fact, she is," Kim smiled, turning back to her friends. "She kind of looks like an otter."

"Ohhhh, she's a Luisant-Pêcheur," Tara smiled, turning to get a look a look at the new girl. "They're distant cousins of Eisbibers. Anybody mind if I ask her to sit with us?"

Tara bounced off to the new girl. It was odd; Kim would've expected her to go off and sit with the people she arrived with but she seemed to be actively reluctant to go near them. Something…something about this didn't feel quite right. While the black girl seemed to look like any other teenager their age, if a little on the quiet side, the fraternal twins looked like something out of the movie 8 Mile; white wannabe rappers who had probably never even had to work for anything in their life. If one was a Luisant-Pêcheur, the twins would likely also be Wesen too. And THERE it was; a brief woge and GAG! They were Skalengeck! Dollars to donuts that the pair were either using drugs or pushing them.

"Guys, this is Monique Sawyer," Tara smiled, offering the girl the seat next to Tara. "She just moved here from Philadelphia. This is Ron Stoppable and Kim Possible."

Monique tentatively shook Ron's hand but froze when she looked at Kim. Her eyes bulged and she began hyperventilating. Darn it; WHY did her ancestors have to be so sickeningly sadistic? "She's…she's a…" Tara and Ron recognized the signs and leapt into action.

"Whoa, it's okay Monique; Kim isn't like other Grimms," Tara soothed. "She's not going to hurt you. She's our friend."

Monique looked from Ron to Tara and sat down; her eyes never left Kim though. Something about this, about her behavior, seemed to be more than just the usual Wesen Grimm relationship.

"So are those two over there with you?" Kim gestured at the other two Wesen.

Monique hesitantly nodded. "They're…my brother and sister."

"So Monique, what are you into?"

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"Mom? You home?"

"Down in the basement."

Both a medical examiner and a Grimm's work were never done. She had two full autopsies, both dead of drug overdoses, and unless Anne had missed her guess, there was a new family of Skalengecks in Middleton! Things were going to be very interesting for a while. Skalengecks were almost always wound up locked up for narcotics related activities. She couldn't be sure until the tox screen came back but Anne was fairly sure that the two bodies died of a Jay overdose. Well, NOT in THIS town! She'd likely be paying them a visit very soon.

Kim emerged from the staircase as Anne activated the whetstone to sharpen one of her daggers. "Hey sweetie; how was school?"

"Uh…okay. Actually, something kind of rubbed me the wrong way today," Her daughter dropped her school bag and took a seat at the island in the middle of the room. "You got a few minutes to talk?"

"Of course; what happened?"

Kim proceeded to walk Anne through the events in the cafeteria. If the Skalengecks were also in the school, she'd have to move quickly to keep them from causing trouble. Having an adopted sister who was a Luisant-Pêcheur though? That…that was a question mark. From the way Kim described her new friend's body language and avoidance of her adopted siblings, something wasn't sitting right, and not just because of the potential drug angle. When certain Wesen species were mixed, it very often spelled doom for one of them. Luisant-Pêcheur were very similar to Eisbibers, kind and loyal, but the idea of a young one being in the "care" of a Skalengeck?

"I'm really scared that her family might be abusing her," Kim continued. "Is…is there anything we can do?"

Anne was already formulating a surveillance plan for the Skalengecks' house. But did she dare take Kim along with her? Yes, her training was coming along at a rapid rate…but Anne was 18 before she was taken on her first hunt. Anne wasn't PLANNING on doing anything messy but she learned early on that what she planned on happening and what actually happened weren't always similar. Still…this was probably a good first time out for her daughter. All they'd be doing would be listening in. If push came to shove, Kim would be able to hold her own against a slimy Skalengeck.

"Okay…you and I will head over there tonight and take a look."

"You mean it? You…really think I'm ready?"

In response, Anne tossed her daughter a pair of Kukris and stepped away from the whetstone. Her daughter would soon be an active part of the family legacy and Anne was looking forward to having another pair of hands to keep the weapons sharp. While her daughter began sharpening her weapons of choice, Anne opened another trunk and began looking for the appropriate tech for the night's mission. Her mother had never understood but Anne had learned how much easier modern technology could make a mission. She drew a pair of cases, each containing a military surplus listening device.

"Are my women folk home?" James called from the first floor.

Anne told Kim to keep working then headed upstairs to greet her husband. When it came to Anne's…profession, Jim usually bowed to her wishes. But things were different when it came to Kim. Jim…if Anne thought Kim was ready, her dad would accept that. But he still needed to be told.

"How was your day?" Jim leaned in and kissed his wife's cheek when she approached him.

"Okay," Anne smiled and mussed up her husband's hair. "Listen; I'm thinking about taking Kim out on a mission tonight."

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All she could do was pretend she was somewhere else, another family, another life. Monique hugged her pillow, trying to ignore the tears rolling down her cheeks. The Sawyers had adopted her when she was ten, taking her off the streets. But she'd be better off back where she was, back on the streets living from day to day. She tried running away, tried dozens of times. But every time she tried, they caught her and made her regret it.

She rolled over and looked out her window at the stars outside. She could remember her Mom telling her that each of those stars was an angel watching over you. "Momma…I miss you so much!"

Upon hearing those words through the listening device, Kim was fighting back tears. Mother and daughter Possible had been in the trees across from the house since 8pm, listening in and gathering evidence. Mom had been growing angrier as the night wore on, discovering what the Skalengecks were planning for Middleton. But this…this was the most despicable thing she had ever heard of. These monsters worked her from dawn until dusk, cleaning the house, making the food, all while the Skalengecks got high off of whatever they could get their hands on. They…they were supposed to care for her and…Kim wanted to vomit. "Mom…Mom, we CAN'T leave her here."

"No…no we absolutely can't," Mom lowered her binoculars. She took a moment, most likely formulating a plan. "Okay…Kimmie, I want you to scale the side of the house into Monique's room. I'll go in through the front. You get her ready to leave. Get her on the ground and lead her back to the car. I'll take care of the Skalengecks inside."

Kim slithered down the tree and slowly made her way to the side of the house, taking care to keep out of any light that may be in her path. Surprise, surprise, the house wasn't exactly in a good neighborhood and the streetlights had been going on and off since sunset. That left a good deal of dark to hide the teenage Grimm's approach. Now, how was she going to make it to Monique's window? The trashcans next to the house would be too noisy. Hmmmm; the only route that would get her close looked to be climbing on the roof of the porch, making her way to the roof of the house, and then swinging over the shingled awning that circled around the top of the house. That meant the only difficult part would be swinging over the awning. As stealthily as she could and with every gymnastic trick she'd learned from the cheer squad, Kim made her way up and over. She now faced the edge, taking a deep breath. She could do this; she HAD to do this. She felt around the edge and stopped when they reached what felt like a metal pipe. Gripping the pipe with both hands, Kim swung herself over. A whoosh of air later and she was hanging in midair right outside her new friend's window. Good Grief; you could see the tear stains on her pillow. Using her right foot, Kim attempted to tap on the glass. Monique snapped out of her cry and jumped out of bed the moment she spotted Kim hanging outside, swinging open the window. Had Kim not been frantically pantomiming quiet, Monique would've shouted in surprise.

"What are you doing here?" Monique whispered.

"Mom and I are getting you out of here," Kim breathed, glad to be on the solid ground of Monique's bedroom. She glanced down at her watch. "Mom should be kicking in the front door in just a minute."

Monique almost didn't seem to grasp what was happening. She shut her eyes and looked to be in the middle of a fierce internal debate.

"Monique?" Kim hesitantly put a hand on the girl's shoulder. "It's going to be okay. I promise you Mom and I won't let them hurt you every again."

Monique's eyes began to slowly creep open and looked at Kim, almost saying that she'd reached a decision. She turned to her closet and began rummaging. Out came a small duffle bag. "This…this is everything I have in the world. What do you need me to do?"

It may have been a little cliché but Kim began pulling off the bed sheets and tying them together. Tying one end to the bed post, the other went out the window. Probably the wisest course of action was for Monique to go first. Kim held the makeshift rope steady while the newly liberated Luisant-Pêcheur slid down. The sheets went slack as Monique hit the ground. Checking to make sure, Kim dropped the duffle into Monique's waiting hands.

"Hey SKANK," A male voice shouted from the hall. "My room needs cleaning and big brother is feeling lonely!"

Without warning, Monique's door burst open and the step brother was standing there in full woge. Skalengeck may not have been geniuses but he saw the sheets hanging out the window, a strange girl standing near the window, and was able to put two and two together and leapt at the interloper. Kim couldn't get her Kukris up in time and was pinned to the wall. The Skalengeck's tongue slithered on her cheek. The freak was savoring this a little too much and Kim took the opportunity to thrust her knee up into his stomach, throwing him away from the wall. She had only moments to act. She whipped out a Kukri and hurled it at the staggering lizard man. With a sickening crunch, the hilt seemed to materialize right in the middle of the Skalengeck's chest.

She…she'd killed a Wesen. Had adrenaline not been coursing through her veins, she'd likely have felt sick to her stomach. But her mother's instructions coursed through her mind. She marched over the corpse and ripped the Kukri out, wiping the slimy green blood on the body's jeans, and sheathing it. The sheets still looked to be secure so Kim slid out and down to the ground. Commotion began sounding inside the house. Mom must have been cleaning up the other two. Part of her wanted to go and help but she knew that Monique shouldn't have to watch this.

"Follow me," She led Monique to the sidewalk and pointed towards the minivan.

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"What…what's going to happen to me now?"

Anne had the minivan cruising as fast as she could get away with. She felt better; after witnessing the Hell that this poor girl had been living through for God knows how long, she felt better after personally beating them to within an inch of their lives. Apart from Wesen narcotics, Anne had also discovered a meth lab in the basement. All it would take would be a quick call to the police and the entire family would be in handcuffs in a matter of minutes. She had a few contacts in the Middleton Police Department and would vouch for Monique and get her set up somewhere safe.

After every mission, Anne had gotten into the habit of rendezvousing at Amy's store. All four were sitting around her kitchen table, sharing a pot of tea.

"We'll get you set up in the spare room I have," Amy draped a blanket over the teenager and patted her shoulder. "You're welcome to stay for as long as you want. Kim, why don't you help her get settled. Your Mom and I need to talk about a few things." Once she was sure the girls were out of earshot, Amy turned to Anne. "Do I even want to know what they did to that poor girl?"

"I would probably say you're happier not knowing," Anne sighed, slumping into a chair. "I don't think you should expect any visits from Child Services. From what I was able to find out, she was picked up off the street. I expect she either COULDN'T get away…or eventually grew too afraid to even try. You've got a Resistance contact who works in Child Services, don't you?" Amy nodded, "I'd recommend getting a hold of him quick."

"Well, I meant what I said. She's got a home here for as long as she needs it," Amy patted her best friend on the shoulder. "By the looks of it, she's been too long outside of water. First thing tomorrow, she's going for a dip."

"Thanks. Oh, Kim wanted to stay the night; make sure that Monique was really okay."

"No problem. I'll drop the pair off at school tomorrow."

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As the adrenaline had subsided, Kim had expected to have more of a reaction to what had happened in Monique's room. Everything she had seen in TV and the movies said that was what was supposed to happen. But…she didn't feel anything; she felt nothing but hatred for the Skalengeck and everybody in that house. Had she not been more concerned with Monique at the time…what would Kim have done to him?

"Kim?"

Monique's quiet voice pulled her out of her revere and back to reality where she was supposed to be unrolling her sleeping bag. "Oh…uh…yeah Monique?"

"I…I…just wanted to say thank you," She held out her hand to Kim. "I never…never thought that I'd say this about a Grimm but you and your Mom saved my life." Kim took the offered hand and lovingly grasped it. "What's your Aunt like?"

"Aunt Amy?" Kim smiled and went back to unrolling her sleeping bag. "Don't worry; she's totally spankin! She's been Mom's best friend since college and is my Godmother. I work weekends in the antique store and we have a lot of fun."

Monique sighed and snuggled into the covers. "It's the first time I haven't been afraid to…" She trailed off.

Kim got up and grabbed her hand again. From the little she'd heard from the male Skalengeck, Kim could guess why she'd frozen. "Monique, I swear on my life that those monsters will NEVER hurt you again!"

Author's Notes:

I kind of kicked it up a notch in the rating with this chapter. I'll likely be upgrading it to M. I felt that Monique was one of the characters that you HAVE to have in any capacity in a Kim Possible story and thought she really fit as a Luisant-Pêcheur, an Otter-type Wesen, and one of the Wesen that isn't really mentioned a lot in the Grimm program. Ron's Wesen, Mannschaft Falke, is my own creation and is German for "Squad Hawk" or "Team Hawk".