6:46 PM

Downtown New York City

Camille strutted down the runway in front of thousands of people. The auditorium roared with screams and whistles as she stopped at the front of the stage. She struck a generic pose, then turned back around. Her heels clacked on the stage, only to be cancelled out by the continues screams and claps. She finally got to the end of the stage, and walked through the curtains. When the curtains shut behind her, she swatted some hair back behind her shoulder with a satisfied grin.

She walked backstage toward her dressing room passing by every stagehand, Director, choreographer and tech who put the show together. Dozens of them lit her up with compliments as she walked by.

"Great show tonight, Ms. Leon!"

"I know."

"You looked amazing out there!"

"Of course I did."

"Hey Camille! Do you remember me?"

"I sure don't."

"Camille! Please go on a date with me!"

"I'm too important."

Every single person that positively greeted her, was met with selfish remarks from the girl. She smiled and walked with her eyes narrowed, feeling the love and affection she had always gotten from her fans.

When she finally made it to her dressing room, she stopped and pulled up her pants by the belt loops to outline the shape of her butt. She always loved teasing the fans who would be watching her figure, in this case the young stagehands.

She finally needed her personal room, and shut the door behind her. "Wow, I'm just so perfect." The narcissistic woman smiled, and reached for the light switch.

SMACK

"AHH!"

Something hard hit her in the back of the head with a loud crashing sound. She hit the ground with a hard thud, barely conscience in her dark room.

"Oh my god, Ron!"

"Sorry! I grabbed the wrong thing."

Two voice were all Camille could ponder in the blackness. Her view was blurred, not that she could tell. And the two voices sounded familiar.

"You confused a plastic pole with a wooden chair?!"

"Hey—I just grabbed and swung okay!"

Camille finally blacked out, hearing the two voices one last time.

"Wakey wakey, megalomaniac." A snarky voice woke up the blonde woman.

"What... where am I—

"Don't worry about it." The same female voice said, but in a more unwelcoming tone. Her blurry vision started to clear as she opened her eyes. She could make out she was in some sort of dark warehouse. She was tied to a worn wooden chair, with a thick rope around her and the back of the chair. Only one of the massive lights was on, and it was the one right above them.

As her view finally become obtainable, she saw the outline of a redhead. And another of a blonde shaggy haired person, around the same height, if not barely taller.

"Oh god." The woman said in disgust, finally aware of who the two perps were. As soon as her vision was clear, she realized she made the right guess. She saw Kim Possible and... the other guy..?

"It's been a while, Kim." The woman slightly smirked. "Tell me, how's the runaway life?"

"I'm not here for games, Camille." Kim crosses her arms across her chest.

"Oh please, kiddo. Spare me the act. I know why you found me." Camille rolled her eyes, annoyed Kim was trying to play the bad cop in this scenario.

"Finding you wasn't hard. Tell me, how'd you get out of prison so fast?" Kim causally began to stir and manipulate the topic to whichever way she wanted. "Oh honey, you can do anything with the right amount of money. I was out of prison within months and back modeling. And would you look at that—I'm still loved like I was before I left!" She smiled at the thought of her being adored again.

"Enough, Leon. Yamanouchi—what did you do." Kim said in an angrier tone. Her hands began to tighten into fists. It was still a sensitive subject for the teens. Ron's teeth clenched at the very mention of the city.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Camille smiled and looked away. She knew Kim was aware of her involvement. She just wanted to see how much she could play with the redhead. "You know I'm on to you, Camille. You're caught, and you aren't going anywhere. So you might as well tell me what you were doing in Yamanouchi." Kim began to get angrier. Ron was starting to notice a side of Kim he had never seen. And he didn't like it.

"Where's your proof? Huh?" She underestimated the teenager. Instantly after Camille finished her sentence, Kim whipped out a folded photograph from her baggy pocket. She then shoved it in her face. On it, was the screen-caps of the imposter Kim Possible in Yamanouchi.

"Tall, thick hips, blue eyes, darker skin. That was you in Yamanouchi." Kim got stern, as she forcefully put the picture back in her pocket.

The woman looked at her with a hint of shock, but mostly amusement. "Well well, I'm impressed Kim. Clearly you've learned a thing or two since I last saw you."

"Stop playing!" Kim finally yelled, and grabbed the arms of the chair she was tied to. It made Ron jump at the sudden change in tone. It even surprised Kim.

"Who set this up. I know you weren't in on this alone. There's no way you planned this, you don't have the backbone." Kim's hands clenched tighter on the arms. Camille heard the squeezing of the armrests and looked down in shock. The anger she saw beginning to build up in the redhead didn't frighten her, but she had never seen it before. She knew she was getting under her skin—The Kim Possible's skin. And she loved it.

"My my aren't you smart. You really do have it all laid out don't you? Tell me, who do you think was in change? The funny thing is, not even I know who's plan it was. No one does."

"No one? So there's more."

"Yeah, I'm only one piece of the pie. But it doesn't matter. Time's run out for you. And you.. uh.. whatever your name is." Camille's smirk faded, as she looked past Kim at Ron.

Kim could hear Ron whine behind her about his name. She knew he threw his hands in the air because she heard them smack against his pants.

"Run out for what? What else are you planning?" Kim asked with a hint of confusion and annoyance.

"Yamanouchi was only the beginning—

"PEOPLE DIED! INNOCENT PEOPLE!" Kim finally screamed to the top of her lungs in Camille's face. Ron has to quickly grab her by the wrist and pull her away before she did something she regretted. The sudden change in pitch made Camille jump.

"Who else was with you! WHO!" She broke out of Ron's grasp within seconds with her superior skills. The look on Camille's face was almost terror. Sure she knew the girl was just a hotheaded teenager, but she was also aware of what she could do. Kim slid back at the woman in the chair, and brought her arm back like she was ready to hit her.

"Not the face! Okay—OKAY!" Camille finally yelled as she turned her head away with fear.

Kim was frozen in the same stance. Her hand balled up into a fist, still ready to come down on the woman any second.

"Dementor, Monkey Fist, Duff Killigan and me! I swear that's it!" Camille panicked. She didn't want her perfect face to have even a single imperfection.

"And the big guy—the man who planned it all—we don't know who he is! He just has a bigger grudge against you than anyone else on the planet! He goes by the name GrandMaster!" She finally stopped.

Kim slowly brought her fist down, and finally smirked. "Well... that's all I needed to know." Kim said back in her usual tone. She put her hand on her hip, and looked back at Ron. "Ha! We got her!" Ron chanted, as he and his lovely girlfriend high-fived.

"Wait... what?!" Camille yelled in confusion. Anger began to overwhelm the blonde woman. "Simple—we played you." Kim laughed.

"You faked all of that!?"

"Yup. You gave us everything we needed to know. It turns out my hunch was right, Dementor is involved. Now all we need to do is find your other criminal friends and make them fess up." Kim continued on with her snarky smile.

"Friends? Pff. As if." The angry woman rolled her eyes.

"So, who do we find next?" Ron asked as he folded his arms across his chest.

"Dementor. If any of them are going to squeal first, it's gonna be him." Kim said, as she turned around to exit the warehouse. Ron nodded, and followed close behind.

"What? No—no! You are not gonna just leave me here!" Camille angrily hopped her chair only centimeters off the ground. But the two teens continued to ignore her. "I'm not joking! Get me out now! I have a hair appointment tomorrow!" She continued to protest. The metal double doors finally shut with a loud THUD, leaving Camille alone in the warehouse.

"Come back you freakin kids! When I get out of here I'm gonna kick both your asses!"

And just like that, the only light on in the warehouse, finally shut off.