I do not own any Disney characters named herein and am only borrowing them to tell a nonprofit tale meant for entertainment purposes only.
Kim Possible: Vamped
By LJ58
26
"Hey," Monique smiled as Kim came into her local boutique just before lunch. "You're looking….normalish," she declared, eyeing Kim's rumbled slacks, a shapeless tee, and her usual boots. Still, she was showing no signs of her usual preternatural blood just then.
"Just got out of the worst debriefing of all time. Well, one of the top ten," Kim smiled as she paused for a moment to grimace at some thought.
"That bad?"
"It was up there. Dr. Director might have been glad I prevented….trouble out there, but she wasn't happy about the way I ended it," she sighed.
"Do I want to know?"
Kim sighed, remembering Shego's reaction, and said, "Probably not. Still, it's done, and I thought you might want to go out for lunch if you're free. Kind of makes up for me missing last night," she asked.
"Uh," Monique eyed her appearance. "Do I need to guess?"
"Well, actually, I thought I'd dress up," she grinned and pulled out a silver card with a government logo. "Only I'll write it all off as business expenses for the clothes and meal since after this morning, I figure I have to do something to let Bets know I'm not one of her damn errand boys," she growled, her eyes flaring crimson for a moment.
"Cool down," Monique giggled at her manner. "I guess it was that bad. Only I get to pick your wardrobe, right?"
"Sure. The more expensive the better. And you can even pick the place we dine."
"Too bad I didn't know you were coming. I'd have had you reserve a place for us at Chez Eli'ite. That place is the bomb, girl."
"Okay," Kim smiled and pulled out her new Kimmunicator. "Hey, Wade."
"You're still up," the boy yawned, slowing down himself as he had been growing up of late, and been working a lot himself.
"Had some extra energy to burn. Look, can you get me a reservation for two at Chez Eli'ite for….half past," she half asked Monique as she glanced her way as the woman just gaped at her.
"Are you kidding? That place is booked solid for the next three months."
"Okay, okay. Just put me through to Chef Frankie."
"Frankie," the young teen frowned.
"Right. What was his name… Oh, François Fournier."
"Well, I can do that, but I still…."
"Thanks. Chat later," Kim said as the line chirped, and a new voice answered. "Oui? Madamoiselle Possible?"
"Oui, Francios, it is Kimberly," she smiled. "I guess you remember me?"
"Remember? I am astonished you yet again survive certain death. Tell me, mon ami, what can this lowly cook do for you? I know I still owe you."
"Nothing big. I just hooked up with the best friend of my life again, and I'd like to treat her to a light lunch. Can I bring her by about half-past twelve today?"
"For you, but of course. Just tell Henni you are today's special VIP on my command. We will give your friend the royal treatment. The royal treatment," he chortled.
"We'll be there. And thanks, Frankie, I owe you another one."
"Nonsense. It is I who owe you for what you did for my fool nephew. I will begin a surprise dish just for you both. Don't be late," he said, and the line died.
"Are you kidding me," Monique gasped as she stared at Kim as she put the Kimmunicator away.
"I told you, no b…"
"Dresses! Now! Come with me," Monique ordered even as she grabbed Kim's arm, and dragged her to the fitting rooms. "Patty, Susan, emergency!"
The two clerks came running, and saw Kim and gasped in a combination of awe and shock.
"Business expense, huh," Monique smiled at the redhead as she eyed Kim who suddenly looked a little anxious.
~KP~
Dr. Director glared at Kim who sat smiling at her in a torn dress worth more than her weekly salary. Perhaps her monthly salary.
"Do I even want to know?"
"Hey, it wasn't my fault. I thought I was the victim here."
Dr. Director shook her head.
Agent Du is interviewing your friend, so try to be concise this time so we can head this off before the media gets carried away."
"Again," Kim asked.
"Kimberly. Let's start with why you even put two over three hundred dollar dresses on our card."
"Business expense."
"Try again."
"Yep," Kim nodded. "Very important client. Exclusive, you know. Had to fit in."
"Two dresses?"
"She wanted to go casual. I insisted appearances had to be maintained. Isn't that what you always say," the redhead asked. "Or was that Willie again?"
Dr. Director closed her eyes, her sigh audible.
"Look, I didn't start anything?"
"No, but you demonstrated that Kim Possible is far more dangerous than she has ever been in her life. You showed your other side in broad daylight!"
"Just my fangs," Kim smiled.
"Kimberly, you tried to shove two exploding golf balls down Killigan's throat! Two!"
"They didn't go off," Kim protested. "Which was….kind of disappointing."
"Kimberly," Dr. Director spat. "You are supposed to be showing you can behave…."
"I was," Kim shot back now, her green eyes narrowing as she leaned forward in her chair. "I didn't kill anyone. I didn't put anyone in ICU. If I came down on that idiotic Scot it was because he was endangering my friend, and a group of children touring the downtown area for some field trip. Now excuse me for thinking of innocents at a time like that, but to my mind, Killigan crossed a line. Besides, the paramedics got the balls out, and he didn't even asphyxiate," she shrugged as if disappointed.
Dr. Director just shook her head.
"And I got a standing ovation," Kim preened.
"About the dresses…."
"Oh, Monique assures me she can repair them good as new. So it won't cost a thing. Well, not much. I think that one comes under uniform maintenance," Kim asked brightly.
Now Dr. Director slapped a hand over her face and gave a muffled curse.
"What's that," Kim asked.
"I must have been crazy to let you out of here," she declared.
"Are you asking us to move back in? Wonder how that would look? You know, from a PR standpoint. Then again, that's saying you could get us to agree. I like my house. I like my freedom, and I am not doing anything wrong, so…..no big," Kim smiled as she stood up. "Now, if there is nothing else important, I'm going to go spring Monique from your pet idiot…."
"Kimberly….!"
"And we're going to finish our own…debriefing. Right, debriefing, because this was a business lunch just as I said. So don't worry, it's all legit. See you," Kim waved, and walked out.
Dr. Director stared at the door that had been closed behind the woman as she left. Counting down, she reached twenty before she stabbed the intercom and told her aide, "Get me Shego on the phone."
~KP~
"You know there's only so many ways you can ask the same question," Monique was saying as Kim pushed the door open to smirk at her irritated BFF.
"That's just how Willie is, Moni. He likes to obsess. Let me tell you, he's the most OCD obsessive you will ever meet in your life. Ask Dana."
"Possible," he turned to eye her. "I find it hard to believe you have already finished your own debriefing, so why are you here?"
"Heard your ribs were healed," Kim smiled, and the agent actually paled, cringing in her chair.
"Did I miss something," Monique asked as he eyed the looks between them.
"C'mon, girlfriend. I've told them what they need to know, so let's blaze."
"So have I. At least four… No, five times. Only this guy…."
"Like I said. Obsessive. You would not believe the stuff he memorizes. Yet he's terrible at field ops."
"I'm a top agent!"
Kim glanced back at him and giggled.
"He actually believes that," she told Monique in a stage whisper as they left.
Will slammed the file closed, and glared at the open door.
"So, ah, some of those old guys are still chasing you?"
"Pretty much. Some of them mostly just want to prove they can still play with the big boys. Or girls. Or some are trying to prove they aren't scared of me after…you know, everything else."
"I see that. But shoving that fashion disaster's own golf balls down his throat….?"
"Strategy. He couldn't use his remote to detonate any of them if he was afraid they might blow his own head off. And I already saw more than a few had rolled over by those kids in front of the Middleton Tech Shop. I sure wasn't going to risk those going off, so, yeah, strategy."
"I just hope I can fix that dress. You're, ah, boss didn't say anything about that?"
"Not a thing," Kim smiled. "She knows it's a business expense, so whatever it costs to fix our dresses will be deemed uniform maintenance," Kim assured her. "So do your best," she said as she led Monique out of the office to the lift that led back up to the street. "I do like this one," she said, "And would love to wear it out again."
"It was a nice lunch date until those guys came jumping out of those hover-thingies," Monique smiled.
"Well, you sure wowed Frankie," Kim smiled as they reached the Roth, and she unlocked the doors for them.
"By speaking French," Monique asked as they settled into the small coupe.
"No," Kim grinned as she buckled up. "By getting me to dress up. He does know me pretty well," she laughed.
Monique laughed, leaning over to kiss her cheek, and declared, "Well you sure know how to show a girl a good time. A great meal, and even a show," she teased.
"Glad you approve. I really did regret missing last night," Kim sighed.
"Girlfriend, we both know you are no nine-to-fiver. I knew that going into this one. I have known you since high school, after all," Monique smiled.
"So, are we okay," Kim asked her as she started the car, and turned to eye her before putting the vehicle in gear.
"We're fine. Just maybe to call next time," Monique asked.
"I'll try to remember that," Kim said and pulled out into the street.
To Be Continued….