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Kim Possible: Bad Girls

Original Story By Twisted-Wun & LJ58

Edited and Reposted (With Permission) by LJ58

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"We have a third notice from the Middleton Parole Board," Will Du told his boss.

Dr. Director said nothing as her senior agent put the file on her desk.

"Possible has definitely taken off. She missed a third scheduled meeting with her parole officer, and…."

"I can guess," she cut him off curtly. "I told the Agency they were making a mistake by isolating her. It didn't help that her parents had to move away because of all the notoriety. They should have let someone know she was being paroled before she was out. I can just imagine what she thought if she went home to that empty house."

"All the same, she did deliberately take off. Disregarding…."

"I'd have done the same, Will," she told him brusquely. "Now, forget the reports, and tell me if our observation teams have found anything?"

Will's lips thinned, but he shook his head.

"The only one to see even her since her parole was the bus driver, who let her off at the Middleton Mall before driving off. She promptly vanished by all accounts. No one has seen, or heard from her since."

"Not good."

"True. She'll be subject to arrest, and returned to jail for missing…."

"Damn it, Will," the senior agent snapped at him. "For once in your life, look past the regulations, and use your head. I'm worried about what she will do next. Not that she missed a few bureaucratic games someone wants her to perform."

"It's not like she can do anything alone. Recall, Stoppable has vanished, too, since his own release. Wade has a standing order to cease and desist all direct, or indirect activity….."

"You just don't get it, do you? Kimberly just spent six years paying for a crime I still feel that she didn't commit. She followed all the rules, got out, and found she had nothing waiting. Now, what do you think she's going to do now?"

"Obviously, she went underground."

Betty Director sighed. "I sometimes forget you have no imagination. Remember Shego?"

"I try not to," he remarked earnestly.

"Consider that Kim was easily her equal. Sometimes she even surpassed her when pushed hard enough. Only Shego was never truly a threat."

"You are kidding now," the Global Justice agent frowned. "Shego was the most dangerous thief….."

"Exactly. A thief. A thrill-seeker. A rather indolent, and unmotivated one. Without Drakken, she went to ground, and disappeared. Without Possible to challenge her, she has yet to resurface."

"You don't think….?"

"I'm saying that if Kimberly turns against us, as Shego did, she won't be an unmotivated, indolent sidekick. She'll be far too competent, and far too good at whatever she does decide. And that, Mr. Du, is why I'm worried. Because, God help us if Kim Possible has decided to leave the side of Justice, and take up another cause, we might not be able to stop her before something….calamitous happens."

Will frowned darkly now. "I see your point. She was rather skilled for an amateur. Should we put out an order to sanction her….?"

Betty slapped her hand down on the desk, and glared at him.

"I want her found. Not killed. Not arrested. I want her brought in, unharmed, and hopefully we can salvage what was likely the best agent we ever had before anyone else screws up again."

"Best," Will sputtered, glaring at her.

"Suck it up. And make sure our teams know I want her brought in. Alive," she added somberly, shooting her senior agent a knowing look.

"Yes, ma'am," he finally grumbled, and left the office to carry out his orders.

Dr. Director turned in her chair to eye a world map pinned on the far wall, and frowned darkly. "Where are you," she asked, knowing there would be no easy answer. Three weeks ago, Possible had been paroled without warning by the very powers that put her in jail. Three weeks ago, she had walked out of jail, and promptly vanished.

"Where are you," she asked again, and had absolutely no idea where to even begin looking.

KP

"You up for another match," a lanky, black man with two gold teeth grinned at her as the brunette with a mean streak glanced up from counting her recent winnings. "Gotta sucker for you. She's betting three-to-one she can take you."

"Bring her on," Jade grinned, tossing her head, and letting the short, black hair dance around a deceptively pixyish face. One with a single, long scar that ran temple to jaw on the left side, just missing her eye.

Dressed in a worn tee, and fading jeans, she looked like anyone else on the street. The glitter in her eyes suggested she would hurt you if you thought to target her, though. A lot.

"You taking the bet?"

"Put it all on me," she told him as she stood up from where she sat on the old crate, resting from her last fight.

He nodded.

Standing in the unofficial ring in the middle of the crowd under the Cross Park Bridge was a tall, voluptuous woman that looked more centerfold model than street fighter. She had long black hair, and bright green eyes. Dressed in a light gray pair of pale green sweats, she looked like she had just been out jogging.

Then there was her light green complexion. A head-to-toe complexion from the look of her.

"I know you," the shorter woman drawled as she handed her money over to the bookie. All of it. His eyes rounded, and he knew someone was going to make a mint. If the right woman went down.

"That right?"

"You used to be more…..stylish."

"Something to be said for laying low," the taller brunette drawled.

"So I've heard."

"They say you haven't been beat yet."

"So they say," Jade drawled, stepped forward as she rolled her shoulders, and looked her up and down. "Need a warm up? Something to knock the rust off, old lady?"

"Old? I'll show you old," she said, and launched a combination punch, backed by a furious snap kick in the very same instant.

Small, but calloused hands flashed, parrying both fists, and then she somehow danced around the kick, and drove a hard elbow into the side of the glaring woman.

"Old. Slow. Guess we know why you retired," Jade sneered.

"Well, there's something to be said for….experience," the woman hissed, and launched a surprise attack by throwing another two combinations, a front kick, and then spinning to catch Jade in the back with a reverse kick.

Jade went rolling, but didn't fall. She came back up, somersaulted over the green-skinned woman's head, and then launched a flying kick that caught her in one shoulder. Just before strong hands managed to catch her ankle, and spun her around to fling her into the crowd.

"Not bad," Jade grinned as she rose, dusting herself off with a feigned indifference. "But you're messing with my rent, so you have to go down, old lady."

"How about we call it a draw," Shego suggested. "Fifty-fifty."

The cheering crowd howled their opinion of that one.

"I'm an all-or-nothing sort these days," Jade shot back.

"Suit yourself, Princess," she said, and both hands flared with green flame as the crowd gasped, and backed away even as Jade spat, "Don't call me that, bitch," before she drove into her with a flurry of kicks and punches that had her reeling and staggering back until she really did go sprawling just outside the ring.

"Finish her," someone shouted as Jade stepped over her, one hand cocked, and a potential lethal blow hovered over her face.

"Gonna do it this time, Princess," Shego hissed in disdain.

"You're already done," Jade spat, and turned her back on her.

"Don't walk away from me…..!"

Jade's backhand caught her full in the temple when the woman jumped up, ready to charge her. Jade had anticipated the reaction, and caught her completely off guard as she drove the woman back to the ground with her unforgiving blow, this time completely unconscious.

"Damn," Rabbit swore, and walked over to hand Jade the stack of bills. "You know, you could take a fall now and then. Just to keep things interesting."

Jade's expression suggested he could be next before she turned to walk to her crate, sitting down to count the new stack of bills awaiting her.

"What about the green lady?"

"I suggest not bothering her," Kim told him, seeing some of the usual crowd daring themselves to get closer. Egging one another one to try something. "Last person I saw wake her up was in ICU for months."

"You didn't seem scared of her."

"I'm not," she told one of the fighters that had yet to face her. He had already pointedly stated that he knew he wasn't in her class, and refused to challenge her.

"So, what was that 'Princess' crap?"

"Rabbit," she growled at the man. "Shut up. And if you like those teeth, you will never, ever, repeat that word."

"'S Cool, babe. 'S Cool. So, tomorrow night? Bixby's Palace?"

"I'm taking a week off," she said, sliding the cash into her pockets as the crowd began to break up, the excitement, and the betting over for the night.

"Ah, c'mon. I just lost five bills on you tonight," the bookie moaned.

"You've made more than that off me this week, and we both know it. Besides, we're about to have company," she said, disappearing into the night even as the faint sound of sirens filled the air.

The sound scattered the others faster than cockroaches at night when a light came on.

KP

"Crap, my head. What hit me," the woman moaned as she sat up, and stared into the most unlikely face she could have expected.

"I did," Jade drawled from her chair near the side of the bed.

"Damn. I knew you had a kick, but I didn't know you had gotten so mean. That sucker punch almost took my head off, Princess," she complained.

"I said not to call me that."

"Why not? We both know who you are."

"No one else does."

"Obviously. But I'm surprised. Even I can't figure out why Kim Possible is out touring the street fighting circuit."

"Girl has to eat," she said, gesturing around the obviously cheap motel room. "Beats sleeping outside."

"You know what I mean. What happened to you?"

Jade just glared.

"Okay, I mean what happened…..after. Everyone said you went rogue. You just vanished. Even that one-eyed harpy has been on me lately trying to find out if I knew anything. Which I didn't. Only I can see why she couldn't find you. Her kind wouldn't think to look in the places I did. I did, and it still took me months to track you down. Especially since you went…..native," she commented, eyeing her new look as she sat upright on the bed to face her.

Jade just reached down beside the chair, and pulled out a sandwich in a greasy wrapper from a sack there.

"Is this really how you're living now?"

"Define living," the green-eyed woman challenged her.

"Okay, what's this Jade crap? Street fighting? You? You were the face of the new DOJ. What happened?"

"Let's just say I'm not giving them another back to stab, and leave it at that."

"So, just like that, you walk away from everything. Everyone. What about your family? Your friends. Your….sidekick?"

"Look like I got any of that here," she asked blandly.

"Kim….."

"Jade," she hissed, and took a bite of her sandwich.

Shego shook her head as she slowly put her feet down, and tried to stretch. She put a hand her temple which still throbbed, and groaned. "Well, you still kick like a mule."

"You're rusty. You should have seen that one coming a mile off."

"I'm not in the biz anymore. Not since….."

"So, you came hunting me….why? If you want payback….?"

Shego eyed the faux brunette, and shook her head. "Are you crazy. Burying Drakken was probably the best thing you could have done for me. It let me get away, and do some thinking of my own. I realized what kind of dead-end job I had with him, and I realized, too, that I was going to end up like him if I didn't quit."

Jade said nothing as she finished her simple meal, tossed the wrapper at a waste can, and then washed it down with a small fountain drink.

"So, why did you bring me here? I'm assuming you had a reason?"

"Cops were coming. I doubted you wanted to be picked up."

"You could have still left me…."

"Call it professional courtesy," Jade smiled thinly. "Besides, I want to make sure you don't go running to the wrong people. I'm incognito now. I'd like to stay that way long enough to get out of here."

Shego nodded. "I can respect that. But are you really going to keep living like this?"

"It's a living."

Shego sighed. "And what happens when you get old and slow?"

"I figure I'll be dead by then," she said bluntly. Indifferently.

"So….. That scar isn't just makeup?"

"Hardly. My fourth fight. I got suckered by a fake surrender. Bastard almost cut my head off."

"What did you do to him," she asked knowingly.

"I'd imagine he's still in ICU. Or a morgue." She shrugged. "I didn't really go back to check."

Shego said nothing to that.

"Now, let me ask you something."

"Sure," the older woman nodded, not bothering to get up.

"Actually, two things. First, did I really catch you off guard, or are you really that rusty?"

Shego sighed.

"I guess I would have to say yes to both," Shego admitted. "And for the record. I'm going by Carla these days. Shego is….retired."

"Okay. Carla." Jade shook her head. "Doesn't really suit, though."

"And your other question?"

"How far is GJ behind you?"

"Honestly. I don't know. I told you they were nosing around, thinking I might know something. Or might have heard something. Truth is, I'm out of the biz, though, and haven't heard from anyone lately."

"Fair enough. I'll leave you the room, and….."

"Kim…."

"Jade," she spat as she stood up, cramming a few things into a backpack that had obviously seen a lot of use.

"Fine. Jade. Where will you go?"

"Well, if they hear about you fighting here, which they will knowing Rabbit, it won't be long before GJ adds two and two, and their long nose will be pointed my way again. That means it is past time I bailed. I was about ready to go anyway. That damn Rabbit is getting too nosy."

"What if I offered you something," Shego/Carla asked.

"You?"

The woman held up both hands. "It's legit. I run a resort on a private island in the south Pacific. Needless to say, it's exclusive, and the clientele are the sort that don't want attention. Any attention."

"But you're out of the biz," Jade drawled cynically.

"I am. But even those in our set need downtime. I have a club, too, and sometimes…. It gets hard to run security with some of the folks that show up. If you like, I could hire you on as a bouncer. Something like that? It'd give you something….stable until you decide what you want to do. And it's off the usual beaten tracks. Way off. I promise you, no one would even know…"

"Why?"

"Why…..?"

"Why would you offer me anything," she grumbled, the backpack already slung over one shoulder, and Jade looking ready to bolt if she said or did just one wrong thing.

"I…..felt I still owed you. From….before. I never said it at the time, but you really saved me from myself on several occasions in the past. I never forgot that. You gave me time to….find myself. I'd like to do that for you now. Because we both know if Bets is still looking for you, it's not because she wants to give you a medal."

"I did violate parole," she sneered indifferently.

"So? Interested?"

Jade eyed her, then asked, "What does it pay?"

"Fifteen hundred a week, plus room and board."

"Cash?"

"I can….arrange that. Frankly, while the resort is technically legit, a lot of our clientele aren't. So we do make allowances."

"You don't tell anyone who I am."

It wasn't a question, and Shego knew it.

"Fair enough. Most of them know all about low profiles anyway. So, are you in?"

Jade eyed her, dropped the backpack near the bed, and drawled, "I'll sleep on it."

Shego nodded. "I could use some rest myself. I haven't been hit that hard in years."

"Getting old, Carla?"

"We all get old, Princess," she murmured quietly, laying back as she closed her eyes.

"Not all of us," she murmured as she lay down, though Shego didn't react to her climbing onto the other side of the bed.

They both knew what she was thinking. It had been a bad time for all of them back then. Especially for Dr. D.

KP

Interlude: Seven years ago

"Ron, look out," Kim managed to shout as she dodged Shego's punch, spun around and nearly dropped her with a spin kick, and then cried out as Drakken's head hench slammed a pipe into the back of her boyfriend's skull before he could react.

As good as he was, even he had been hard-pressed to deal with over thirty henches pressing him back from where Drakken was frantically trying to warm up the device he claimed could destabilize the earth's crust, and turn the continents into puzzle pieces he could then reshape at will.

Unfortunately, she had the feeling he could do it if he was allowed. Drakken was getting more and more competent since the day they had helped her and Ron beat the Lorwardians. Too competent, as the now shattered Korean peninsula, and thousands dead testified.

A surge of adrenalin had her somersaulting over Shego, driving both fists into her back to drive the comet-powered woman to her knees before she knocked her out. Then she was jumping off the catwalk, and made short work of the henches that now tried to rush her after she had sent an active stun baton into Drakken's control panel.

Threat neutralized.

Now to take out the trash.

She turned, but the last of the henches had fled by then, seeing the way the wind was already blowing.

Even as she turned on Drakken, the man yelped, and went down in a limp tangle of limbs.

"Hey, Red," someone shouted from out of the shadows overhead. "Catch."

She turned, and instinctively caught a small, but lethal laser pistol certain villains were carrying of late. She looked up, but saw no one. Still holding the weapon, she went over to roll the blue-skinned villain over, and saw his blank gaze. Along with the pin-sized hole bored right through his skull.

Dr. Drakken would never threaten anyone else again.

Even as she stood up, staring at the weapon in her hand, nine GJ agents, with several Interpol agents escorting them, rushed into the lair.

Shego, naturally, was gone.

What they found was Ron out cold, and critical due to that skull fracture, with her standing over the body of a dead man.

With the laser that killed him in her hands.

The next few months were a surreal nightmare. Someone decided to bring her up on charges. 'Hero' or not, she had killed an unarmed man. Never mind he was a dangerous lunatic. He was unarmed, and likely one of the most helpless men in the world without Shego, or his technology to back him. Suddenly, Kim was the villain, and all the weight of the DOJ came down on her head as a backlash against vigilantes in general came down to crush her.

At the end of a very showy trial, Wade vanished, Ron got three years as her 'duped' accomplice, and she was sentenced to twenty years. No one spoke for her. All the favors. All the missions. They meant nothing when that judge brought down the gavel, and locked her away with the very people she had spent her life putting away.

Wade, predictably, had already disappeared. Her parents said nothing. Nor would they write after the first few months. Even then, they were terse, guarded letters that said nothing, but somehow expressed how disappointed they were in how she had 'crossed that line.' No friends. No phone calls. No visitations.

Kim figured out fast what all her service had meant as they took her off a cell of her own.

Nothing.

Not one damn thing.

KP

Today:

"So, you got anything stashed you need to pick up?"

"I've learned to travel light," Jade drawled as they took a cab to the airport where Shego's jet waited. She nodded at her backpack as she spoke.

"I know that feeling," Shego told her with a sigh.

After reaching the airport, the cab driver drove them to a hangar near the back lot, and Shego climbed out to pay him. "Listen, here is fifty extra if you forget you ever saw me, or my friend. If you try telling anyone you saw either of us, I'll come back and burn your butt good," she added, holding up a fluttering fist wreathed in green energy.

Kim smirked as she eyed the plasma-encased fist.

"That's not how you threaten someone, sweetie," Jade cooed, and walked around to the driver's window. "Let me show you how we do it these days."

Shego frowned as Kim bumped her aside with her hip, then smiled at the driver who looked uneasily at her.

"Listen, chubby," she told the man, reaching in to grab his throat in a painful vise made of clawed fingers. "Anyone…. And I mean anyone comes looking for us, and you will not remember ever seeing us. Especially me. Because if anyone even points a finger at me, I'll just automatically think it was you. And I'll come back, snap your neck, kill your family, your dog, your cat, and burn down your house. That's not a threat. That's a promise. Understand, fatboy," she growled.

The man nodded vehemently, whimpering as he sagged back in his seat after he was released, rubbing his sore throat.

"That's…..how you threaten someone, Carla," Jade drawled, and walked toward the hangar before them.

"Damn," Shego murmured, eyeing the woman she wasn't sure she knew any longer.

Continued…