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Kim Possible: Bad Girls

Original Story By Twisted-Wun & LJ58

Edited and Reposted (With Permission) by LJ58

3

"We found them. Only….we lost them."

"Them," the grim agent asked the top covert agent who had just reported in after a long absence.

"Possible, and Shego. They're together," the agent reported as Will Du frowned at him.

"Tell me everything," Will Du demanded as Dr. Director walked into the office with a fresh cup of coffee for both of them. It had, after all, been another long night.

"The sighting is confirmed," Betty asked, proving she had overheard enough to know what was going on.

Agent Collins nodded her way. "Yes, ma'am. Confirmed. We followed Shego… That is, Carla Greene," he amended at her expression, "To a local street fight. By the time we arrived, however, she….they were gone."

"A street fight," Betty frowned. "What happened?"

"Witnesses say Greenie had her butt kicked so fast they barely had time to get bets down."

"And you're sure it was Possible?"

"She's calling herself Jade. Her bookie had flyers printed up, trying to get her into a few high-stakes matches," the agent said, pulling out a flyer with a scarred woman glaring out of the blurry, black & white photo.

"That's Possible," Dr. Director nodded. "So, she's been….street fighting?"

"Has quite the following. I'm told she's undefeated, too. She also put a man in a coma a few months ago. We didn't know it was her, but by backtracking the events, we now know she's been circulating in several larger cities following these fights."

"When's the next fight?"

"Tomorrow night. Under the Park Bridge. The promoter Rabbit says she always shows late to ensure she only faces the better fighters."

"I want a full strike team in place before she shows. Stun weapons only. I want her alive."

"What about Shego? Where did she go," Will asked.

"Good question," Betty agreed, eyeing the other agent.

"My source couldn't tell me. Rabbit, as the bookie calls himself, said the last time he saw her, she was still laying on the ground, out cold. 'Jade,' as Possible now calls herself, walked off, and never looked back."

"Well, the police didn't pick her up, so she obviously recovered in time to go somewhere," Will pointed out.

"I'm checking all area traffic cams now, but a lot of them are inoperative of late due to the local budget cuts, or…. To be honest…. The area."

"Understood. Keep digging, and keep me posted. Meanwhile, we need to prepare for tomorrow. We need people that can blend in, and get close enough that they'll be in position to act when she shows."

"Agreed," Will nodded at Betty. "I know several right off. I'll get the team ready and briefed now."

Forty-eight hours later, it was obviously that Jade was not showing. She had men watching for hours even after the fights ended, but Jade never showed. She had vanished. Again. No one knew where. Even her bookie was reportedly distressed over her disappearing act. Dr. Director was not happy. Especially when they realized that the allegedly reformed Carla Greene had vanished again, too.

KP

Jade stretched after climbing out of the cockpit, and looked around the thick jungle surrounding the private air strip. "Nice place."

"It gets better," the woman told her, climbing out more slowly, and dropping to land beside her as a two-man crew came out of the nearest of three hangars to start tending her cooling jet as Kim shouldered her bag, and eyed the area.

"So, where's the club?"

"North end of the island. Near the resort."

"I'd rather not live in your barracks," she told her as Jade followed her to a small, but obviously powerful cart. "You got someplace….secluded? Or should I pitch a tent?"

"I think I have someplace. Let me show you around first, and I'll let you settle in before I take you down to the club. Meals at the restaurant are comped for employees, so you can eat whatever you like while you're on the clock."

"'S cool," the woman drawled as she settled into the cart as Shego climbed behind the wheel. "I'm still not much of a cook anyway," she admitted.

Shego eyed the wiry, almost too-thin woman, but said nothing.

They drove on in silence for a few minutes, and then Shego pulled up in front of a secluded, airy villa, and pulled in front of the covered porch. "What do you think?"

"Nice. I get the feeling it isn't the usual staff quarters," Jade remarked as she simply eyed the place.

"It's not. It's my place. We can….share. Or I can stay up at the resort if that's too uncomfortable."

"I don't know," Jade frowned.

"Staff usually lives in the resort proper, in the back hall. I doubt you'd like it if you are trying to avoid a crowd. They tend to be….boisterous."

"I just don't know about kicking you out of your own….."

"How about another deal," Shego asked her.

"What kind of deal?'

"We share. And when you're not on duty, if you feel like it, how about we spare? Just you and me, one-on-one," she smiled.

"You want to fight me," she asked with a crooked grin.

"I doubt you want to get rusty, either. And I certainly haven't had anyone that could go at me like you could. Can. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss some of our…..fun."

"Yeah. Fun," Kim growled, looking bitter again..

"Kim, I know you didn't do Drakken," Shego blurted out.

Jade eyed her, but didn't correct her this time as she just stared at her. "Did you see….?"

"I woke up just as someone tossed you the beam-pistol. I went up into the rafters after them, but they just vanished. I mean…literally disappeared. By then, GJ was all over the place, and I knew it wasn't a very safe place for me to be."

"I already know it was someone in the Agency," Jade told her. "I made them mad."

"Let me guess….."

"I turned them down. Wade and I both did. They were obviously sore losers."

"You have no idea," Shego sighed. "I'm surprised they didn't try whacking you in stir."

Jade only smiled by way of reply.

"Let me guess?"

"I got my start street fighting behind those walls. It kept the usual riffraff off me, and gave me an excuse for putting down their plants, and assassins."

"Damn. And yet you didn't just go after them?"

"They expect that. Even Betty does. So by vanishing, I keep them guessing, and paranoid."

"That wouldn't take much," Shego drawled, climbing out of the cart. "So? Deal?"

Jade eyed her, and shrugged. "Why not? I'm not going anywhere else just now. Especially as I figure by now Dr. Director will have her people all over the street circuit for the next few months. Which means the government clowns won't be far behind either."

"So…. You played me?"

"You? No. I would have just disappeared on my own if you hadn't made such an enticing offer," the disguised redhead grinned crookedly now. "But free room and board is hard to beat. Half my winnings go to crappy motels like the one we were using."

"Then they robbed you," Shego huffed as she led the way into the villa after using a keypad to open the door. "That dump wasn't worth….."

Jade froze, staring at the portrait that hung over a mantle, seeming to look down at them from the wall.

"Uh, I can explain," Shego told her, glancing at the portrait of Kim Possible in her younger days, smiling confidently at the artist in her 'power pose' as she stood before a rocky landscape. The last time Kim had seen the portrait, it was in a now closed museum dedicated to 'Team Possible.' It had apparently vanished a few weeks before the final confrontation with Drakken.

"Believe it, or not," Shego sighed, grinning sheepishly, "It was a lark. One I came up with while I was….drunk. Then I decided to keep it since…. Well, returning it would have been….complicated."

"To say the least," Jade murmured, eyeing at the young, cocky features of her more idealistic self. "I'm surprised you didn't just throw darts or something at it."

"I liked the artist. Paolo is actually a friend of mine. When I heard he painted you…. Well, like I said, I was drunk."

"Doesn't matter," Jade shrugged now, her expression shuttered.

For just a moment, though, Shego had seen behind her mask. Seen the misery. The grief. The longing.

"I have three empty guest rooms down this way," she told her, leading her down the hall. "Needless to say, I don't generally have guests, so take your pick. This room," she indicated the first room on the left, "Is mine. I have my own en suite bath, so feel free to use the bathroom any time without worry."

Kim eyed the open bathroom past the closed bedroom door, and then walked toward the last door on the right. "You must have a good cleaning staff?"

"Robotic cleaners. Efficient, and private. No need to worry about thieves," she told her ironically.

"Right."

"I'll give you the security code, and then show you around the resort. The Green Dragon is the name of the club. It's pretty nice, but like I said, sometimes the guests get….spirited."

"So, what kind of security are you talking? When you say I'll be a bouncer….."

"Some of the guys….. And girls…. Need to be put down hard, and fast at times. I can't always be here, so it's actually dangerous for some of my regular staff to try facing them down. I've had real bruisers quit because they didn't want to risk facing some of the…..patrons. That won't be an issue with you, though. Would it?"

Jade snorted as she dropped her bag on the end of a bed covered by a green and black zebra print quilt, and then walked out of the room.

"I should tell you about some of my first street fights," she drawled. "Trust me, a night club would be a piece of cake."

"You don't want to…..freshen up?"

"Might as well get the lay of the land. I'm not one for dressing up these days anyway," she added carelessly.

"So….? Jade," Shego asked as they left the villa. "How did you come up with that one?"

"Funny you should ask," Jade drawled, and pulled up her oversized tee's right sleeve.

Exposing her bicep, which, wiry as she was, seemed chiseled from what looked like stone rather than flesh. High on that arm was a snarling tiger's head. It was done in green and black.

"Nice work."

"Bertie in Cell Block A did it."

"I know her. You were in the Omega Block?"

"Let's say I might have….behaved, but no one thought I'd play nice for very long."

"And you obviously didn't if you earned that kind of tat."

Jade only smiled.

"Actually, that just makes you look all the better for the job. We can call you Jade Tiger, and really play up the badass angle to help keep some of the regulars from trying anything stupid."

"I take it they like to sound out the newbies."

"Some games don't ever change."

"Just the locations," Jade nodded.

KP

"Any word?"

"Not a peep," Will admitted with a weary sigh. "We do have confirmation that Carla Greene is back on her island, and back to running her little underground club. We really should considering putting someone in there….."

"They wouldn't last five minutes."

"It's not like the woman is a viable threat any longer….."

"You just keep telling yourself that. Besides, I wasn't talking about her. That resort of hers caters to some of the most vicious, and violent offenders and felons on the planet. If any of them spotted a spy, we'd never hear from them again. Ever. Even Mossad won't send anyone undercover to that place."

"Suppose Possible went with her? If we could….?"

"Unlikely. From the report we gleaned from the bookie, and the witnesses, she put her down so hard, and so fast even Shego was left stunned. Then she obviously left before she even recovered. No, we need to figure out where else she went, but it obviously wasn't the island. Any word from any of our contacts we placed with the underground fighting circuits?"

"Nothing concerning Jade/Possible. But we probably have enough for a half dozen racketeering cases already, not to mention quite a bit of steroid and drug abuse cases."

"Nothing anyone does will ever change that. Possible is our primary concern. Stay focused."

"Why? It's not like she's doing anything."

"Yet. Besides, I don't want the American Alphabets grabbing her before we can diffuse her. If they scoop her up in the state of mind she is obviously in now, she might well just take that final step over the line. If that happens, I don't know if we have anyone that could stop her."

"Are you certain you're not overreact….."

"Every probability expert we have has come to same conclusion. If Possible goes bad, we lose. Not GJ. Not the DOJ. The World, Will. The entire world loses. And thanks to some heavy-handed boys from that outdated spy ring, it might just come to that."

Will found he had nothing to say to that.

KP

Shego leaned against a shattered palm tree that now stood only slightly over nine feet tall, and grinned as she clutched her left side with her free hand as she literally dripped sweat as she stood there panting.

"I asked for this, didn't I," she grinned, ironically feeling better than she had in years.

"You're not too bad. A bit more training, and you might just shake off the last of that rust, old woman," Jade drawled, standing nearby in dark gray sweats, and barefoot. It was their second week of 'training,' and even she could see that Shego was getting back into her rhythm faster than even she would have thought compared to how easily she had taken her down that first night.

"Old, huh? Well, at least I quit falling for that wicked backhand of yours," she grinned crookedly. "You've gotten vicious, Princess."

"I'm just surprised you let yourself go so much," Jade admitted.

"Frankly, I lost a lot of motivation when you went away," Shego told her. "Even then, I knew there wasn't anyone else out there that was in our class. Certainly not yours. Then, I'll admit it, I got lazy. Especially after GJ quit hunting me, and my business life became my only life."

"And now?"

"Now? I may have been out of the biz a while, Princess," she murmured, straightening up as she caught her breath again. "But I know you're just biding your time, and waiting to stick a very serious thumb in someone's eye. When you do…. I wouldn't mind being there. For Dr. D. And for….you."

Jade said nothing for a moment, then tossed her head. "We'll see. I don't have any definite plans. Beyond staying out of sight."

"Pull the other one," Shego smirked, but put up her hands. "Ready for round two?"

"Are you?"

"Oh, yeah," she grinned eagerly, and launched herself forward. It was as if the more she pressed herself, the faster she recovered. As if the comet power had always been there, just….subdued until someone could force her to face her limits, and push back again. No one had done that in years, she knew. No one ever had like Kimmie.

She grinned, and gave a feral grin as she lunged for the still masked redhead with blazing hands.

KP

"You are ze Tiger," a burly bull of a man drawled as he walked into the club just after ten. "You look more like a puzzycat, ja," he demanded of his two cronies who bracketed him. Men that looked like gorillas in suits.

"Arbiter," she nodded, knowing his reputation in spite of his innocuous name. "Welcome to the Green Dragon. I do hope you are going to behave tonight."

"Oh, ja. Ja. Why ever would I not, fraulein," he sneered, and walked past her where she stood at the door that led into the club's main lobby.

Jade kept an eye on the three as they muscled their way to an empty booth, and levered their overgrown bodies into the bench seats. Boys, she sneered. Even Professor Dementor had had more class than this steroidal clown.

"Ah, it looks like quite the packed house this evening, my son," a smooth, drawling voice reached her as the outside door opened again.

"Indeed, papi. Hopefully the karaoke rooms are not already full. I am ready to strut myself, and boogie," the boy-man at the tycoon's side squealed gleefully.

Her green eyes shuttered as the Senior's approached, and the old man paused to peer at her through the dim light in the entryway. "I believe I see a new face. Did Franklyn quit already?"

"He's working the floor tonight," she growled, nodding toward the chiseled bouncer that stood head and shoulders over most of the crowd. Considering he was almost a full seven foot, it wasn't hard to spot him in the green tee and black jeans all security wore.

"And who are you, my dear? You seem a bit….young to be occupying such a dangerous post. For to be honest, some of my peers can be less than gentlemen," he informed her smoothly.

She had almost forgotten that Senor Senior could be quite the rake when he decided to try charming a new conquest. Unlike Junior, his reputation as a lady's man was about equal to his money-making skills.

She simply shot him a cold glare, and drawled, "I don't like men. Or boys," she added when his left brow only rose slightly at her tone.

"I do believe I shall have to mourn this moment, my dear," the old man smoothly rejoined. "For to find such a lovely flower of delicious beauty turning her back on my gender can only be cause for dismay."

"Try someone else, Senior," she growled, keeping her voice low, and masked, using her scrutiny of the club to keep him from getting too good a look at her. "I'm not interested."

"Even if I offered a generous…..incentive," the old man asked, his leer now blatant.

"You don't have that much money, old man," she told him, her eyes fixing on a blonde head she knew.

She was moving even before one of the other patrons slapped the screeching blonde.

"It wasn't me," the near anorexic woman howled as she spotted Jade coming toward her with a cold glare. "He stole my keycard! He was trying….."

"Give her the keycard back, Dugan," she growled, eyeing the stocky, but barely five-ten misanthrope that tended to make his living by stealing from others. Even while on vacation, it seemed. "Now."

"I don't have that loopy broad's card," he huffed as she shook her head at Frank. "She's just trying to….."

"I saw you put a hand in her purse while she was at the bar. Hand it over. Or you will be banned from the club. Maybe the island," she added.

"You don't have that authority," he sneered, and tried puffing up his broad chest behind a bright yellow shirt.

"Actually, she does," the nearby bartender told him. "Miss Greene put all security in Tiger's hands. What she says goes."

The man growled, and all but flung down a card. Even as all eyes went to the card, Bull Dugan's right fist aimed at Jade's head.

It never connected.

"You think some people would learn," she told Franklyn just a minute later as two bouncers dragged the unconscious man toward the exit. And the docks.

"Thanks. Uh, JT," Camille Leon told her. "That jerk thought he could sponge off me. I mean, honestly. What are some people thinking?"

"Some don't," she grumbled, and walked away, ignoring the gushing blonde who was hardly on anyone's most wanted list anymore. She just had a record she couldn't live down, and parents that refused to forgive her for tarnishing the family name. Which was why she spent a lot of time in places like Carla Greene's resort. Another lost cause hiding from the world.

"That was quite the display," Senor Senior remarked as he came up behind her again after she returned to a post where she could watch the room. "I must say, you're quite skilled to have managed such a muscular fellow with such ease."

"It's just part of the job," she muttered, still not looking his way.

"You sure I can't….entice you to join me later?"

"Not even a little," she told him curtly.

"Ah, well. Perhaps another time," he asked cheerfully, and strolled into the crowded lobby to join several other men in suits as they took a table in a far corner away from the band. But, Jade noted, where the old man could watch every woman on the dance floor.

Wow. She had not realized he was that big a letch. And at his age.

"Where is he," a strident voice shouted just then, coming from the door.

She glanced back, hearing a shrill tone that was just shy of familiarity.

"Where is my husband," the buxom brunette demanded as Jade watched Bonnie Senior storm the club looking like a fashion plate, but fuming like she was a bomb about to go off.

"Karaoke room," one of the bouncers that had taken over the door told her.

"Of course," the still shapely brunette growled. "I tell him supper at nine sharp, and he goes off to torment someone's ears! That big, overgrown, no good…..playboy!"

More than a few people sniggered.

Jade didn't bat an eye as the brunette sailed past her, apparently oblivious to all around her as she kicked in several doors from the sounds of it, and then the wail of a shrill protest sounded as Junior was literally dragged out by his ear.

"I know you have a watch. This place has clocks all over the walls. Only you still missed our reservation. I'm not standing for it, Junior. Not any more. If you can't focus your attention on me, your wife, then…..!"

"But, sweetheart. My little dove. How can I deny my fans the glory which is myself? I live to entertain, and I cannot deny them the greatness of my person…..!"

"The only thing great about you is your ego," she howled, still dragging him out by his ear as Jade noted the old man was smirking at his son. More than a few others were outright sniggering. Junior as evil genius was still a joke to the underground community. His old man might be downright twisted at times, but Junior was still a clueless poser at the best of times.

Then the odd couple were gone, and Jade focused back on the club. Thankfully, Arbiter chose to behave, and left after a few drinks when he couldn't get any girl to dance with him. Likely his reputation for literally crushing toes didn't help. The man was huge. And reportedly graceless.

The rest of the night was surprisingly quiet. She didn't mind a bit.

Continued…