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Life,

"Three days," Shego swore mentally. "Three days in the stinking jungle! All Possible's fault."

Of course a five hour walk up the beach would have brought her to civilization – but there is no cover on the beach. And sand leaves footprints. Kim couldn't trace her in the jungle.

The troubles to blame on Kim did not end with three days of jungle, and eating a snake. (Shego would not put the snake on the list of things which were Kim's fault. To do so would have required remembering the details, which Shego preferred not to do.) Shego had fled her little cabaña with nothing but the clothes she grabbed on her way out the door.

Getting to Mexico with nothing but the clothes on her back hadn't been easy. Sometimes she'd find some tourists and go Humphrey Bogart on them, "Can you help a fellow American down on her luck?" It often got her a meal. It brought offers to take her to the nearest police station. "No thanks, it was the police that robbed me." That would sometimes get her a ride. It brought offers to take her to an American embassy she ignored. And evading border crossings were a pain, although not as big a pain as the three days in the jungle.

And the local Mexican branch of a bank where she had money had been reluctant to let her in looking like a vagrant.

But money made new clothes, and a new fake passport much easier. She was safe now. The Mexican police were too busy with drug cartels (either fighting them or accepting bribes from them) to care. The resort showed its age, but it had ice and the air conditioning worked most of the time.

She sat on the balcony, drink in hand and contemplated how to get in touch with her lawyer for a progress report. "Could Possible have gotten my location from him?" Not that Tutt would have given out the information, but Kim's computer geek might have hacked the system. Kim had appeared ignorant of the lawyer's activities. Shego assumed Kim was lying.

The phone in Shego's room rang and she left her drink behind to answer.

"Señora? There is a delivery for you."

"Grassy-us, I'll be right there." As she headed for the lobby the green woman wondered what it might be. She had placed orders for several things in the shops and tried to guess what would be waiting.

She guessed wrong.

Kim sat by a large duffel in the resort lobby. "Hi," the redhead chirped. "I decided you weren't coming back," she explained – pointing to the duffel, "so I packed your stuff and thought I'd bring it to you on my next long weekend."

"You packed up my stuff?" Shego demanded.

"Were you coming back for it?"

"No, but–"

"Don't worry. if you had any porn magazines or weed I didn't find them. But I thought you'd want your money, passport, and clothes... Where did you get that underwear? Was it custom?"

"You handled my underwear?"

"What's the problem? You weren't in them. Would you model them for me? I think–"

"I don't care what you think," Shego growled. "You don't handle my underwear."

"Unless you're in them?"

"No."

"Can I handle you if you're in them?"

"No."

"Can I handle you if you're not in them?"

"What?"

"Just curious. You have some problem with me handling your underwear, so I wondered if I could–"

"Can we back up and start this conversation over? I'm lost."

"Is that your new name? Last time I saw you I decided you weren't coming back, so I packed your stuff and– You did a really good job of stashing your cash... Oh, wait. You already knew that, didn't you?"

"You don't need to back up that far. I understood you brought my stuff–"

"And you haven't even said thank-you!"

"I wouldn't have run out of the country if you hadn't found me!"

"I don't get that part."

"What part? That when you found me I had to clear out fast?"

"Yeah, I show up – said I'd take you out to dinner to thank you for saving my life – and you disappear. If it wasn't for the fact that, deep down, I know you really like me, you might have hurt my feelings."

"Have you considered the possibility I wanted to hurt your feelings?"

"Nah, I just figured you're a little shy about me. I can understand that, given our history. So I forgive you."

Shego growled softly, "I didn't ask you to forgive me."

"I know. I wasn't sure if it was an oversight on your part or I'm so wonderful I just forgave you unilaterally. There's also the chance you ran out on me down there because there weren't enough restaurant choices. You've been here a couple weeks – where's your favorite place to eat here?"

"You are not taking me out to eat."

"I already told you I was, remember? Or are you saying you want to take me out to dinner to thank me for bringing your stuff to you? Thank you. I'd be delighted to let you take me out to dinner. But not this visit. I have to leave early tomorrow. Classes." Kim winked at Shego. "Of course, you could take me out for breakfast tomorrow morning."

"I'm getting a headache," groaned Shego.

"Poor baby. Let's go to your room. You can lie down and I'll put a cool, damp cloth on your forehead.

"I... That's..."

"Hush, I'll bring your stuff," Kim told Shego and picked up the duffel. "We won't allow your headache to interfere with our dinner plans."

"Damn it, Possible! We don't have dinner plans!"

"Well, duh. You haven't told me the name of the restaurant you want. We can't nail down our plans until then. March, now. Up to your room!"

The lobby was not a good place for a fight. And there would be no place to hide Kim's body. As Shego led the way up the stairs she thought, "Too many blows to the head." She consoled herself with the idea that it might have been their fights that left Kim in her dazed state. "Maybe I can use this some way."

"Just lie down and let Doctor Kim take care of you," the redhead directed.

Shego cautiously lay down and watched Kim find a washcloth and run water. Was the redhead going to attack?

Kim wrung excess water from the washcloth, carefully folded it, and gently placed it on Shego's forehead. She patted the older woman's hand. "Feel better? You just rest for an hour or so and then we'll go out to dinner."

Shego did her best to moan feebly. "Thank you, this is nice... You don't have any aspirin on you, do you?"

"No, I don't carry–"

"Please," the green woman begged. "There a little bodega, left out the front of this place and maybe a quarter mile away. Could you, would you, please get me something for this headache?"

"You promise not to over-do while I'm gone?" demanded Kim.

"I promise," Shego assured her with a wan smile, "I'll just lie here and rest."

"You can think about me, if you want," suggested Kim. "Can you manage to think about me while I'm gone?"

"I promise not to think about anyone but you," Shego promised. "Don't run. Take your time. No point in you getting a heat stroke or something while I have a headache."

"I'll be careful. To the left and a quarter mile?"

"Around that. If you hit Seattle you've gone too far. Thank you for going for the aspirin."

Shego managed to wait five minutes, just in case Kim popped back in to check on her. The green woman jumped out of bed and opened the duffel Kim had brought. Her clothes were there, a wad of cash, and her former passport. She couldn't use it now, Kim knew that fake identity. "Nice of Kim to pack for me," Shego thought as she closed the duffel, grabbed her new passport and her cash on hand, and headed out of the resort. "Need to do a better job of getting lost this time."

Kim smiled when she looked around the empty room. There was no evidence that Shego had found the GPS sewn into the duffel. It would make her much easier to find next time.