I am so sorry that it took me this long to update. My parents were in town for the holidays, and that took all my time. Anyway's, as obvious as it seems, here's chapter 3. Since the mail 'bot seems to still be down hard, I'll just say thanks to all who left a review for the last chapter. It wouldn't make sense if I replied to all reviews, and then they might get lost in the system somehow. I hope y'all understand. I just hope all questions are answered as I progress.

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Disclaimer: Umm… I don't think I own the Kim Possible characters, do I? Eh… thought not. But there are a few in here I have made up on my own, like Carla Dubois, Anita Director, and Detective Carlson. So please don't try to copy my OC's. They're very dear to me. Thanks…

Chapter 3

Anita Director steered her cruiser into the lower level parking lot of the downtown police station laughing her head off. "And after my Aunt Betty found out there was nothing to this 'Ron Factor', she started to put millions into the study of a Naked Mole Rat?"

She laughed a bit more, and then continued. "I keep telling her that GJ is more and more like the Government, and this just proves it. Throwing money into something frivolous that wastes the tax-payers money."

"Hey…" Ron said sounding slightly defensive. "That study actually discovered the fact that Naked Mole Rats have a society that is VERY close to the way we humans socialize."

"I know, I know. I actually saw a documentary on them just last week on The Knowing Channel. It's just still kinda funny to me, and a little disturbing."

Both opened their doors, and exited the car. "This way please." Anita said with a come-hither look hooking her finger towards herself. As Ron stepped around the back of the car, she turned around and began walking towards an elevator located in the near corner of the parking garage.

The ride two stories up were uneventful, and quiet. Ron just whistled quietly to himself as he teetered back and forth from his toes to his heels. Anita was standing just behind Ron ramrod straight, but she had a small smile as she glanced at Ron's butt. She silently wondered to herself if there would ever be a need to frisk him.

The doors opened to a very busy and noisy room. Phones were ringing constantly, and old-fashioned typewriters could be heard clacking away. "That way." Anita said, pointing with one hand, and guiding Ron with her other on the back of his shoulder. She could feel how tense he was.

Suddenly a female voice could be heard yelling from a nearby hallway. "C'mon! I didn't know you were a cop! It was a sting I tell you, a sting! That's illegal in this state! And how was I supposed to know your actual name really WAS John?"

The owner of the voice then stepped out into the room as a male officer behind her was escorting her. She had cuffs on and he was physically pushing her along. The woman wore a red dress that was cut way too short in the front, and rode high on her hips. She had on black fishnet stockings, and 3-inch high heels.

She wore way too much make-up, as the lipstick was smeared around her mouth, and she wore a blonde wig that was all askew. The make-up laden eyes found Ron. "Hey there… Big boy. How's about you help a lady out, huh? I'll make it worth your while baby…"

Taken aback, Ron wasn't sure what to say. This was the first time he had ever actually seen a hooker. "C'mon Ron…" Anita said sternly. "Don't make eye contact, just let them go by."

The hooker leaned back into the officer that was behind her, trying to keep an eye on the blonde boy who she thought she could con into helping her, as he pushed her along. Wisely he listened to Anita, and averted his eyes downwards.

"Yeah? Well screw you too, Blondie!" The woman yelled out as the officer gave her a shove and made her move into a room that effectively cut off her rants. Silently everyone in the room thanked the city's decision to pop for sealed and soundproofed rooms to conduct interrogations in.

Anita led Ron to a glass door that had the name "Detective Carlson" etched into the glass. She lightly knocked, and then opened the door a crack to stick her head in.

"Detective?" She said. "I have Mister Stoppable here." After her announcement, she opened the door and Ron stepped inside the office.

…x x x x…

"So…" The large man behind the steel desk said as Officer Director silently closed the door behind her. "You're half of the famous 'Team Possible', huh?"

"Y… yes sir." Ron said, feeling quite nervous.

The heavyset man waved a huge mitt of a hand towards the old oak chair opposite of where he sat. "Please, sit down. We have some information for you."

When Ron sat, Anita stood behind him, her hands behind her back, her eyes looking straightforward. "At ease, Officer Director." Anita visibly relaxed, but still held her hands behind her back.

"Do you know why you're here?" The detective asked Ron while staring at him with cold blue eyes.

"I… I thought it had s… something to do with Kim."

"You're right. Very perceptive, aren't you?"

"Well, I do what I can." Ron said, calming down a little bit, but just a little.

"Yes, this meeting IS about one Kimberly Anne Possible."

"What's happened?" Ron asked suddenly. "Is she OK?"

"Well, you see Mr. Stoppable…" Detective Carlson leaned forward, his chair creaking. "Miss Possible has gone missing."

…x x x x…

Kim lay in the bed looking at the woman standing next to her. Carla continued to hug the autograph book tightly to her breast, and was breathing out of her mouth. Her eyes were wide, but the grin was not as big as it was just a few moments ago.

Kim had a half-smile plastered on her face in an attempt to not show her nervousness, but the facade was failing. Fast. Kim spoke again. "So… uhh… Carla, you brought me here after the accident?"

"Yes… yes I did." Carla responded after shaking her head in an attempt to pull her self out of the near frenzy. "I've read all about emergency medicine. I hope I bandaged your head correctly."

"Can I look at it?" Kim asked, trying to sound as non-chalant as possible.

"You can go check it in the bathroom just down the hall. I'll show you." Carla whirled around and reached in front of her just as she stepped to the door. Kim could have sworn she heard the click of a lock being disengaged.

"Please, follow me." Carla said over her shoulder, and Kim gingerly uncovered herself and placed her feet on the floor to stand up. It was at this point that Kim noticed all she had on was her underwear.

"Carla?" She called out just after the woman had left the room. "Where are my clothes?"

Stepping back into the room, Carla spoke. "Oh I'm sorry… here, I'll get something for you." She walked over to a nearby built-in closet, slide the door aside and pulled out a very thin, almost hospital-type quality robe, and handed it to Kim.

"Where's the clothes I was wearing earlier?" Kim said as she also thought to herself, Something is not right with this woman.

"They're… um… in the wash. Yeah. They must have gotten dirty when you had your accident. Now please, put on the robe, and follow me to the bathroom."

Putting on the robe, Kim's 'weirdar' was screeching in her head. She followed Carla to the bathroom, and glanced around, noticing a small window above the bathtub. She walked over to the small vanity above the sink and inspected the bandage. If Kim hadn't known better, she would have thought a professional nurse had done the job.

"Not bad, Carla." She paused for a bit. "Um, Carla? Can I… use the bathroom?"

"Why do you… Oh... Yes, of course. I'm sorry. Go right ahead."

Carla left the bathroom and Kim quickly locked the door behind her. She then quietly stepped into the bathtub and reached up to the small window, sliding the opaque glass to one side as silently as possible.

Performing a flawless 'Chin-up', Kim lifted her self just high enough to see outside. Quickly looking around in the diminishing light of day Kim could tell she was on a small farm, but didn't know where it was. She saw a large barn and a tractor just a few yards further. Beside that, she also noticed an old blue and white pickup with a red camper top on the bed.

There's my ticket out of here, if I need to escape, she thought. Silently she let herself down, and then realized she really did need to use the facilities. After flushing, Kim opened the door to step out into the hall. Now I could have swore that I locked that door.

…x x x x…

"Missing?" Ron said, not quite believing what he had heard. "What do you mean missing?"

"Do you not know the meaning of the word?" Detective Carlson said with a gruff voice. "I had a feeling that you weren't very…"

Officer Director interrupted sounding a bit annoyed. "I think what the Detective is trying to say Mr. Stoppable is that Kim did not make it to her late morning class today."

Carlson shot his subordinate a glare that was not lost on Ron, and cleared his throat before speaking again. "The class instructor called into our office reporting that she never showed. Miss Possible has had 100 percent attendance up to this point. We made a few inquiries around at the college, and found out that she had left early this morning for a drive in the country. Her roommate Sam also told us that Miss Possible had informed her she would be back no later than 12 noon.

"It's now…" The Detective looked at his watch. "Almost 6:30 PM. I'm sure you know we can't officially call this a missing person case until 24 hours have passed, but we also know the nature of Miss Possible's past dealings with some, shall we say… interesting characters.

"At this point though, we are checking out everyone." He looked at Ron with his cold stare again. "And I mean everyone."

Ron was shocked, to say the least, and immediately thought to himself, Who's Sam? Then he said, "You honestly don't think that I…"

"It's OK Ron." Anita said as she silently stepped forward and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It's just procedure. All we need to know is where you were early this morning."

Detective Carlson harumphed, and leaned back in his chair crossing his arms, making it squeak again. The sound was now starting to grate on the base of Ron's spine. He raised an eyebrow at Ron. "So…?"

"I… I was getting ready for graduation. The commencement was at 8:30, so I was up at about 6:30 to get ready."

"Was anyone with you?" The detective asked without moving.

"No. I live alone at the apartment." Ron felt like he was getting the 3rd degree, and his voice started to rise with tension as he spoke. "You don't honestly think I could do something to Kim, besides the fact that I was clear on the other side of the United States?"

…x x x x…

Just as Kim stepped out of the bathroom, Carla was standing right there, waiting for her. "Carla? I… would like to go home. I… don't suppose you could take me back to the college?"

"Why Kim… why would you ever want to leave? Do I not make a good Host?" Carla took a step closer.

"Yes… Yesss, you do make a good Host. It's just… there's some people expecting me."

"Like who?" Carla said with a raised eyebrow. "You and Ron Stoppable broke up, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU?"

Carla took another step closer, and Kim noticed that the woman had one hand behind her back. "Um… No, not really. We just… needed time off from each other. We had… other priorities to take care of." Kim took a step back.

"I idolized you Kim." Carla said, her voice starting out low. "I followed all of you and Ron's adventures the best I could. Every fight you had with Shego, I cheered when I found out that you had won. I CHEERED Kim!

"I've read all about you. I know you almost as well as you know yourself, Kim." Carla took another step forward, and Kim took another one back. "I know that you and Ron met in Kindergarten. I know when the two of you had your first kiss… and I know all about your relationship. I wanted you two to MAKE it Kim! I didn't want to see the two of you break up. You couldn't. You… shouldn't have done it."

Again Carla stepped forward, and Kim took another step back, but this time her bare foot hit a wall. "Shouldn't have done what, Carla?" Kim was trapped and she knew it. She had backed herself into a dead end part of the hallway.

"You and Ronald should not have separated! The two of you are my life Kim. MY LIFE! This house?" She indicated with her hands and eyes. "I took out a second mortgage so I could travel the world, just like you. I've seen all the famous places you've been.

"I've seen what was left of the building made of cheese. I've been to the everglades where you almost lost your life to a crocodile." Her voice was raising both in pitch and volume. "I've been to the junkyard in New Jersey where you first met Motor Ed! I even visited each location of those escape pods that you went to in an attempt to find Ron!"

Carla was now breathing hard through her teeth, but was starting to calm down just a bit. Kim was pressed up against the wall at the end of the hall, feeling the Wanes Coating press against her back through the thin robe.

"Now you're not together anymore. Now you're not going on missions anymore. I don't know what to do with my life anymore, Kim!" Carla took a deep breath, and she seemed to have calmed down.

Kim took the opportunity to try and say something. Putting her hands out in front of her with her palms slightly up, Kim tried not to look aggressive. "Carla…? It's OK Carla. We… That is, Ron and I… we never really broke up. The media took it that way and ran with the story. We're going to get back together after our tenures in college. We still love each other Carla."

The woman just stood in front of Kim with her head down and one hand behind her back. "I don't believe you." She mumbled barely loud enough for Kim to hear.

"What did you say Carla?" Kim asked, and took a half step forward.

Suddenly the woman in front of Kim reared up from her slumped posture, and the hand behind her back flew out and the Kim saw the flash of something metal in her hand. Kim instinctively brought an arm up to block whatever it was that Carla had in her hand.

…x x x x…

"I think we should take a ride, Mr. Stoppable."

"A… A ride, sir?"

"Officer Director, would you like to come with us? I'd like to show the young man here what we found about an hour ago."

"I would be glad to," Was Anita's reply as she fought to hold back a large smile.

- - - -

The three of them rode in relative silence for about 45 minutes, and Ron just looked out the back window of the cruiser, watching the sun set below the horizon. "There it is, up ahead." Carlson finally said and Ron looked ahead to see the flashing red lights of another police cruiser.

"Follow me." Was all Carlson said, and he exited the car. Officer Director and Ron had to hurry to catch up to him. They walked up next to the Detective, and looked down at what they noticed he was looking at.

"These skid marks tell a story." He pointed to other marks on the road that were lit up by a couple of spotlights. "There was an accident here involving a car and an 18-wheeler."

"How do you…" Ron started to ask.

"Look over there." The detective said pointing at the initial set of skid marks further up the road. "See those two heavy black marks? That's where Miss Possible first slammed on her brakes. Follow me."

Ron and Anita did as he said. "See these much lighter marks here that arch over?"

"Yeah…" Both Ron and Anita chimed.

"That's where the Semi turned into the other lane at a high rate of speed. I'd say it was going about 70. See how the two black marks curve into each other and become one?" The other two nodded. "That shows the car was sliding sideways at that point. And see how it stops here? Well, that's where the truck hit the car and sent it airborne for a few feet. You can see the gouges in the road where it hit a couple times.

"Now here's the strange part. The car was sitting on it's roof here as you can see by all the broken glass from the side windows. Over here, is a set of brand new tracks in the dirt. Looks like it was a Dually. Most likely a Flat Bed of some kind."

Ron had followed everything up to that point, but had one question. "What's a Dually and a Flat Bed?"

"It's a kind of tow truck." Anita answered.

"Oh I get it." Ron said as a light went on in his head. "It's the ones that carry the entire car on the back."

""Yup," Was the short affirmation from the Detective. "The next question is though, why did someone remove the car from the scene, and where did they take it? We also haven't had any reports of any Semi Trucks with front-end damage at any of the local shops that work on that size of truck."

Detective Carlson fixed Ron with a look. "We also know that you have various contacts that have access to both of these kinds of vehicles. We also know that the media reported that you and Miss Possible broke up about 2 years ago. Jilted love is a powerful thing, Mr. Stoppable."

"You… You don't think that I had anything to do with this, do you?" Ron couldn't believe what he was hearing, and his voice started to rise in both nervousness and anger. "I told you where I was at the time this happened. And what's this you're saying about jilted love? We BOTH still love each other Detective Carlson! The media got it all wrong! I just flew out here to finally see her after graduating from college!"

"A whole two years early, I might add." Carlson said, crossing his arms.

"Anita…" Ron said turning towards the officer. "You believe me, don't you?"

"This may all be just circumstantial evidence Mr. Stoppable, but it's enough in my book to have you arrested on suspicion."

"Of what?"

"The kidnapping of Kimberly Possible."

"What!" Ron was completely flabbergasted.

"Officer Director, if you would." Carlson said as she stepped up behind Ron. She gently brought Ron's arms behind him as she clicked the handcuffs over his wrists. "Mr. Ronald Stoppable, You have the right to remain silent. You have the right…"

To be continued…

Again, sorry this took so long. Hope you liked the chapter… (Double cliffies… Don't ya just hate those things?)