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Chapter 4

Beep Beep

Beep Beep

Beep Beep

Dark brown eyes blinked open from a restful sleep and wrinkles furrowed the brow of Wade Load as a terminal continued to beep incessantly. Rolling onto his side Wade immediately regretted his action as the breath of his bed partner assaulted his nose.

"Percival! You mutt! Get off my bed!"

Wade pushed the Irish Setter away from his face making the dog jump off the covers, and he brought his feet around and set them onto the cold linoleum floor. He sat there looking around his room with half-lidded eyes trying to find the system that had so rudely woke him up.

After looking around for only a few seconds, Wade focused on the one system that he hoped would never be needed. The screen saver was gone, and flashing on the terminal was the statement: "Ron Stoppable detected, Kim Possible detected".

His mind flashed back to the successful argument he had had with both Kim and Ron citing that it would be a good idea to have this system in place before they went off to college.

…x x x x…

"Now tell me again why you want this system in place?" That was good ol' Ron for you. It always took a couple of different ways to explain anything remotely complicated to him before he completely understood.

Wade sighed and went over it again a second time. "Basically it's a system that will keep tabs on all Police networks looking for any mention of either of your names. It will then pinpoint the location of the Police Station where it originated from, and let me know that you guys need assistance. This way you won't have to carry around any kind of Kimmunicator."

"Well why didn't you just say that in the first place Wade?"

"I did Ron. It's just… Oh, never mind."

…x x x x…

Ron was taken back to the police station and placed in a small holding cell while Detective Carlson started some paper work. He went to his office while Officer Director led Ron to the cell.

"I'm so sorry about this Ronald." Anita began. "Detective Carlson usually doesn't make snap decisions like this. I have a feeling this might have something to do with the fact that you and Kim Possible had put a nephew of his in jail."

"His nephew? I… can't think of anyone that we put in prison with the name Carlson."

Anita Director explained as she closed the cell door, and twisted the key in the lock. "He was on Carlson's sister's side of the family, so he has a different last name. It was Lerhman, not Carlson."

"You mean Francis? Francis Lerhman? Frugal Lucre is the nephew of Detective Carlson?" Ron's voice rose a bit at the revelation as he gripped the bars in front of him.

"Shh… Not so loud Ron." Anita gently placed a hand over one of Ron's as he gripped the bar tightly, and rubbed her thumb along his white knuckles. "I may be able to help you get out of this. Detective Carlson is brazen enough to try and go around his superiors to get this arrest processed without checking any leads. I can inform the right people that will stop his mad quest of revenge on you and Kim."

After she finished speaking, Ron finally noticed what Anita was doing with her hand, and now she was leaning towards his fingers as if to give them a kiss. He quickly released the bar and pulled his hand back just in time. Anita's lips connected with the cold steel bar.

Pulling her face back with a worried look, she gave a little pout. "Ron… Don't you like me? I feel that we, you and I… made some sort of connection here. Besides, don't you want me to help you get out?"

"Anita…" Ron said as he reached through the bars and gently took Anita's hand. "I'm so sorry if I led you on. I have a… tendency to not notice girls reactions around me. I still love Kim. She's the reason I came here. I forced myself to study harder than I ever had before just so I could hurry and be with her again. I do like you, but as a friend. I hope you can see me as a friend, too."

Anita lowered her head, and Ron saw a small tear trickle out of her tightly shut eyes. "I didn't mean to make you cry…"

"It's… it's OK Ron. I just… I've never seen such devotion in anyone. (sniff) Even after you've been away from her for such a long time. In fact… I was listening to the radio this morning and I heard your Long Distance Dedication. It didn't fully hit me as to who had sent it and whom it was for until now. That was you, wasn't it?"

"Yes, it was. " Ron said, as he dipped his chin in embarrassment, his cheeks turning a light red.

"It was so perfect. I really like the band…"

"Officer Director!" Carlson's voice boomed in the small hallway. "Are you fraternizing with the prisoner?"

Anita quickly stepped back as both her and Ron retracted their hands. "No! No sir! We were… just talking. I thought I could get some more information from him, but he won't cooperate." She winked at Ron in a way that Carlson couldn't see.

Detective Carlson looked at her warily, and motioned for her to come with him. "Come with me. I need some help entering this report into my computer. I sure wish they wouldn't have changed from PC (copyright) to Mac (copyright) systems. The delete function is completely different!"

Before Anita left Ron alone in his cell, she mouthed the words 'I'll be back'.

…x x x x…

Kim felt the sting of hard metal hitting her wrist, and then a ratcheting sound. She had closed her eyes as Carla brought her hand down, and now Kim opened them to see a handcuff attached just above her left hand.

"Wh… what are you…? Ahhh!" Before Kim could get another sound out she was yanked down the hallway as Carla had a hold of the other end of the handcuff. She walked quickly back into the bedroom where Kim was earlier, and before Kim could say or do anything, Carla had attached the other end of the handcuffs to the metal headboard of the bed.

"Why have you done this Carla? Why?" Kim wailed as she tugged unsuccessfully on the handcuffs making a racket.

"I don't need to give you a reason, Kim. Now I think it's best that you get some sleep, and we'll talk about this in the morning. OK?" If Kim's eyes had been lasers, Drakken would have been proud.

…x x x x…

"Carlson!" Captain Morrison's voice boomed over the general noise of the room. "Get your Butt in here. Now!"

Detective Carlson heard his Captain's voice through his door, and cringed. Quickly he walked across the room to the Captain's door, and knocked. "Well, don't just stand out there, come in!"

Detective Carlson meekly entered into his superior's office, and sat down in a wooden chair. "You called for me sir?"

"I just received a very perplexing message on my computer, Carlson. Do you know what it was?" The Captain was chewing an unlit cigar in his mouth as he spoke.

"No sir…" Was the quiet reply.

The Captain stared Detective Carlson in the eye and asked him point blank. "Did you arrest Ronald Stoppable?"

"In my defense sir, I would like to…"

"No excuses Carlson! Release the boy… NOW!" Captain Morrison stood up and walked over to a picture of his daughter and… who else? Team Possible. She was lying in a hospital bed after being hurt from a Lil' Diablo Robot, her arm in a sling. Kim and Ron were flanking her on each side signing their names on the cast. Rufus was there also, putting his paw-print on the plaster. A small tear escaped from the corner of his eye as he gently stroked the picture of his daughter.

Carlson was just exiting the office when Captain Morrison turned his head sideways and spoke. "After you release him, clean out your desk. You're fired."

…x x x x…

It was still fairly early in the evening as Kim lay there on the bed wondering how to get out of this sitch. She was half asleep when the door creaked open. Kim decided to lay there and pretend she was sleeping to see what Carla would do.

The woman walked around the bed, and gently took Kim's other hand that wasn't handcuffed. She heard the jingling sound of a second pair of cuffs.

She's going to attach me spread eagle to the bed! Kim thought, and decided to act. She pulled her hand away from Carla before the woman could get the cuffs on her, and wheeled her self off the bed. Looking around, Kim saw a small vase on the end table and grabbed it to use as a weapon.

"Please, Kimberly. It's for your own good." Carla said, trying to calm her down.

"How can you say this is for my own good, Carla? I've done nothing to you, and you handcuff me to a bed?"

Carla started to crawl across the bed to get to Kim. She didn't want to walk around, as that might give Kim an advantage. Just as Carla got to the edge, Kim shoved the bed with her foot, causing her to fall on the floor at Kim's feet, and Kim brought the vase up high and… paused.

"I'm sorry, Carla." Kim whispered, and brought the vase down on the woman's head, knocking her unconscious.

Immediately Kim started to go through Carla's pockets and found the key for the handcuffs. She immediately released herself, and left the house heading for the old pickup, and her freedom.

Right away Kim wished she had grabbed something for her feet as she was barefoot, but paid no mind. She crossed in front of the barn, and its main doors were wide open. Lit up by a full moon, she could barely see the backend of a flatbed truck parked inside. Then she saw something that made her blood go cold. On the back of the trucks bed was a car, and she could read the license plate. It was her car!

At seeing this, Kim stopped in her tracks, trying to wrap her mind around this new piece of information. Slowly she walked just inside the doors of the barn, to get a better look. Just as she reached out to touch the rear bumper of her totaled vehicle, Kim thought she saw movement out of the corner of her eye, making her peer into the darkness of the barn

Her blood may have been cold before, but now it was almost frozen. It almost turned solid when she heard and recognized a voice behind her. "You shouldn't have seen that, Kim."

The next sound was the distinct (Ka-chink) of a shotgun racking a shell into the chamber.

…x x x x…

Anita Director walked down the small hallway that led to the cell where Ron was being held. Detective Carlson told her that Ronald was free to go, no more questions asked.

"So I'm just being released?" Ron asked, and stepped out of the cell as soon as the gate was slid to the side.

"Yes, you are. Carlson has been fired over this little fiasco, so if I were you, I wouldn't come back here for a while."

"But I can't leave!" Ron said, his voice starting to rise again. "We've got to find Kim!"

"We…?" Anita said, raising an eyebrow.

"Well… I do need a car, and someone who knows the town." He paused for a bit, thinking. "Can you take me to the scene of the accident again?"

"You mean you want me to help?" Ron nodded, smiling. "Even after I hit on you?" Ron nodded again, but slower. "I think I see what Kim likes about you so much."

…x x x x…

Anita and Ron had gone back to the parking garage and went back to the cruiser they had taken from the airport. It was a car that was checked out in Anita's name, so she had to keep it with her for her entire shift.

It wasn't too long and they arrived at the accident site again. This time, there were just barricades around, and no other vehicles. The headlights of the car were illuminating the area where Kim's car had been on it's roof.

Ron spoke as they started to get out of the car. "Now if there was only a way I could get ahold of…"

The CB speaker in the car crackled to life. "Dispatch to Officer Director, Dispatch to Officer Director. Over."

Anita reached back in the car and picked up the mic for her CB. "Director here, whatcha got, Mable? Over."

"I have a Mr. Wade Load on the line, and he's looking for Ronald Stoppable. Is he with you? Over."

"He sure is. Her you go." She handed the mic to Ron who gave it a funny look.

"Press the button on the side when you want to talk, and when you're done, say 'Over', and then release the button." Ron nodded that he understood.

"This is Ron… Over." He chuckled at the CB talk.

"Ron! Wade here! I'm glad I was able to get a hold of you. The Police Station has filled me in on what's happening. Are you guys at the accident site right now? Over."

"Sure are, Wade. Is there anything you can do? Oh, and by the way, it's good to hear your voice again, buddy." He released the button, but heard nothing. Then Ron realized he didn't say 'over'. He keyed the mic again. "Over."

"It's good to hear from you too." Wade paused. "OK, I've got you on satellite lock. The scenes pretty cold, but let's see what I can pick up with the infrared."

After waiting for less than a minute, Wade came back on. "The trail is almost completely gone, but I was able to pick up two trails that lead away from the site. One is from an 18-wheeler, and the other is what looks like a 3-ton dually. I'm guessing it's some sort of tow truck. Over."

"Do they go the same direction? Over." Ron asked.

"Yes, they do. Good guess Ron. I would bet dollars to doughnuts if you follow where they went, which is to a farm about 2 miles away, you'll find Kim."

"Mmmm… Doughnuts." Ron said without keying the mic.

"Get your mind on the situation." Anita said, chastising him.

"Just follow my directions, and from the light of the full moon you should have no problem. Over."

Both of them got back into the car, and taking directions from Wade, they headed off on an over-grown dirt road that was nearly perpendicular to the highway.

…x x x x…

Carla spoke. "Stop right there Kim. Please, don't move."

"What is this Carla?" Kim said, holding her hands out to her side in an attempt to show Carla she wasn't going to try anything. "Why do you have my car here?"

"You shouldn't be here, Kim."

"Why Carla? Because I found out you're trying to keep me here?" Kim's voice was starting to shake, from both the coolness of the night air, and from her nerves. She started to turn around to face Carla.

"I said don't move!" The voice behind her barked, and Kim froze in place. "Now you've done it, Kim. Now you've put me in a position that I did not want to be." Did her voice sound… sad?

"What are you going to do, Carla? Sh… shoot me?"

Nothing. There wasn't a sound behind her.

"Car… Carla?"

The reverberated sound of the shotgun blast inside the barn caused Kim to flinch just before it felt like Shego kicked her square in the back, and she fell forward. Before the blackness took her away, two things went through Kim Possible's mind. Ron, Ron, and… Ron. Okay, three.

…x x x x…

Anita Director and Ron found the farm relatively quick with Wade's directions. They came in on a long gravel driveway, and the first thing they saw was the old farmhouse.

As they drove slowly along the side, the two heard the distinct sound of a gun blast, and Anita tromped on the accelerator. They came around the backside of the house fishtailing and dust flying, and the first thing Ron saw was an 18wheel truck with some front-end damage.

The headlights came around and landed on two individuals. One was standing over another that was lying on the ground just inside a barn door. What Both Anita Director and Ron Stoppable saw next made their eyes bug, and their jaws drop in horror. The woman standing over the prone person brought a long gun down near the head of the person on the ground, and fired again!

Immediately Ron saw red hair move from the blast of the gun, and he instinctively knew who it was.

Without realizing what he had done, Ron's hands began to glow a bright blue, and the door of the cruiser flew off its hinges, landing about five feet from the vehicle. He jumped out screaming one name.

"Kiiiim!!!!"

Ron saw the woman look up, and she brought the shotgun to bear on him. The next thing he heard was the roar of a very loud gun…

To be concluded…

Well, I hope y'all still like this.

I'm not sure if I should apologize for the end of this chapter or not… Sometimes I can just be wicked.