October 15th

7:45 AM

Possible Residence

The entire house was surrounded by Global Justice armored vehicles. Dozens of men stormed through the house, the yard and everywhere around the block. They were split off into what looked like two groups. The first would try to find any leads as to where the two teenagers went. And the other, was doing forensic analysis of the shooting. Some scattered across the front lawn while Dr. Director stood in front of the Possible parents. They were sitting on the tail end of the armored car with handcuffs around their wrists.

"As I've said once, I'll say it again. You won't find our daughter." James sternly stated, feeling the discomfort of the handcuffs.

"Mr. Possible, I didn't expect you to give your daughter up. Hell, if any parent gave up their child it would disgust me. But I have encountered with Kimberly on many occasions. I know what she is capable of. So I can be truthful with you and say tracking her down is going to be one of the most challenging things Global Justice has ever done." Dr. Director said with a blank expression.

"Then you won't mind me saying you won't catch her." Anne stated with the same attitude as her husband.

"Well since Kim Possible's website shut itself down earlier this morning—remotely, no doubt—I assume she's not accepting she's a fugitive from the law. Along with Stoppable." She said, getting no reaction out of the woman.

"Do you understand why I'm over here right now, questioning you?" The one eyed woman said directly after Anne finished her sentence. "Well clearly it isn't for help from us to catch our daughter." She replies back.

The director squatted low to be even with the two parents. She then took off her sunglasses, revealing her single eye and eye patch. She looked at both of them sternly, then spoke.

"I can tell you both right now, I don't think your daughter is responsible for killing all those people." The woman put it simply. Both of the parents looked at her with strange expressions.

"As I've said before, I have met your daughter many times. And each time I have, it was for a good reason. Never once has she given me a reason to pursue her or even put her on our watch list. I believe there's a conspiracy around this. And I also believe that's where she's run off to. To find answers." She said again in her blank monotone voice.

The two Possible's were at a loss for words. They looked at each other with shook before giving the woman identical looks.

"But who would want to frame our

Kimmie-Cub?" James asked. "Kimberly has made many enemies, Dr. Possible. Narrowing it down to a shortlist would be nearly impossible."

"So now since you say you're on our side, you expect us to help you?" Anne asked with the same sass her daughter uses. The director sighed, and looked around for a brief moment. She saw all the agents walking around the residence on their assigned duties.

"I don't expect you to trust me, I get that. And I definitely don't expect you to help me locate her—

"Even if we knew where she was, we wouldn't tell you a thing." James interrupted her.

"But has she had contact with you in any way?"

"No. She hasn't." Mrs. Dr. P said back in her stern tone.

"Look, you two. If we don't find your daughter—before these enemies do—then she may not survive out there. And I know neither of you want to hear that. Now listen. I don't want to do this. Believe me. She has also helped us on many cases. But I'm doing this because it's my job. And maybe—just maybe—when we find her, I can clear her of everything. But they can only happen if you help me is some way." She finally finished. Silence filled the small space between them. The Possible's didn't look at each other, they already had made up their mind.

"That's just not going to happen. Do what you have to, but you won't be getting any help from us."

Dr. Director gave them one last look of disappointment, and it shown clearly. "You leave me no choice then." She finally spoke. She then placed her middle and index finger in her mouth, and whistled. Two agents from the vehicle they sat on came through the driver and passenger doors, and grabbed them both by their arms.

"I'm sorry Mr. and Mrs. Dr. Possible, but until we find your daughter, you two are under arrest for aiding terrorist acts." And with that, the two men calmly escorted them to an armored prisoner transport."

"As for the rest of you", she yelled to get the attention of all her officers, "finish up here then report back to base. We won't rest until we've caught the assailants."

9:45 PM

Kansas City, Kansas

"This is so wrong." Kim said, as she stood on the fire escape of a hotel. Behind her was her favorite freckled blonde who was latched on to the fire escape for dear life. "Wrong, yes. But a warm place to sleep for the night? Well.. also yes." Ron said as he kept his gaze from looking down at the ground. They were on the 9th floor fire escape, several stories from dropping. Rain covered the entirety of Kansas City. The two teens were soaking wet from the heavy pour.

"The only reason I'm agreeing to this, is because this is the last place they would look." Kim said with a slight smirk, showing her sidekick she meant it in a friendly playful manner. The redheaded girl then turned to face the wet window, and started feeling around the edges. "And not to mention, I haven't showered in nearly a day and a half. This doesn't count." The sassy girl said as she pointed to her soaked hair.

As she continued to finger around the window ledge, she finally stopped with a look of determination on her face. "There it is." She said with a thankful sigh. She found a hidden tab that could unlock the side-sliding window from the outside. She carefully slid the window open, and stepped inside one leg at a time.

"Please tell me no one has this room.." Ron whined as he stepped inside shortly after. Once his feet were inside, he quickly closed the window before the wind blew more rain in.

He and Kim began looking around in curiosity to see what kind of hotel they had. It was clearly one of the nicer suites, due to the nicer decor and higher floor.

"So, Before anything else eventful happens..." Ron said, as he flicked on the small kitchen light switch. He and Kim looked at each other, immediately connecting with the same idea.

"I call the bathroom first!" Ron then shouted, as he quickly dashed at the bathroom door in his slippery shoes. Within two steps, he had already slipped and fallen on his stomach. Kim—feeling victorious—strutted past him into the bathroom with ease. A smile crawled across her face, knowing she didn't have to fight for the spot.

"No fair! I called it!"

"But you also missed it." The girl winked at him, before finally shutting the door.

Ron sulked, as he picked himself off the floor. He got back to his feet, and began to snoop around the hotel. The hotel suite was nicer looking, now that he was actually getting a closer look. Instead of one large open space with everything stretched out, this had walls separating everything. Almost like an apartment. The kitchen had its own small area in the far corner of the suite, with the bathroom on the opposite side.

In the center was a living room like area, with a couch, loveseat and a large tv hung on the wall.

The two beds weren't in their own rooms, but only separated from the living area so you could still see the tv.

Ron knew Kim had just as long of a night as he did so of course she was going to be in the bathroom a while. She deserved it, after all.

Knowing how long she was going to take, Ron just decided to plop down right on one of the massive beds. On the nightstand next to the bed, Ron saw the tv remote. Immediately feeling as if the remote was calling for him, he picked it up and turned in the tv. As usual, the first thing to show was the hotels own tv channel.

"Hello. And welcome to the—

"Boring. Next." He said, as he flipped to the next channel.

"Hi, I'm Zendaya, and you're watching Disney Chan—

"Next." He flipped again.

"When are we going to stop these vigilante antics? Kim Possible should be held respons—

"Next." He said again cluelessly. He skipped to the next channel, completely unaware of the political hearing he skipped past on the news. The more of the mindless cartoons he has just put on, the more he began to realize...

"Wait what." He said to himself, as he picked the remote back up and went back a channel.

"This is a country of freedom, ma'am. But I believe vigilantism is beginning to take its toll on not only our country, but our world as a whole. We are starting to put so much trust into a mere teenager. How long before that trust is abused?"

"Incorrect, Senator Closs. Kim Possible has not only saved hundreds of lives, but she has done so without asking for anything in return. We put this much trust in her and her team, because she has done a better job of keeping the world safe than Interpol or even Global Justice ever has." One of the men sitting in the staggered desks protested.

"Responsibility, Senator. The world was shocked when it saw Kim Possible's true colors only days ago. She was confirmed spotted leaving the school of those innocent kids when it was turned into a crater. Now, there is no direct evidence it was her doing. But what does she have in her side at this point? Her own word against the world's? Give me a break." Senator Closs fought back.

"So what are you proposing, Senator?" The judge asked.

"I believe it is time to put a stop to this vigilantism. The number of threats to this planet has increased drastically since Ms. Possible's arise as a freelance vigilante doing whatever she wants. She—along with her team—has acted above the law, for nearly six years now and it's about time she has consequences! Let the record show that half of the world threatening incidents in the past year were almost directly tied to her and Ronald Stoppable. It is time for Team Possible to finally hang it up and live a normal teenage life... or finally be put down."

"Are you proposing that we permanently take out a group of rebellious teenagers?" The judge began to sound insulted.

"If need be. And I don't hear another person arguing with me. If Kim Possible doesn't shut this down, then its time we take action and—

Ron finally switched the channel again. He had frozen in the exact pose he was in when he plopped on the bed. Awestruck at what he just heard. He shook so horrifically the remote fell clean out of his grasp.

"Permanently... take out?!"