Thanks to all who have read and enjoyed this story. I'm trying to answer all reviews individually..This chapter is just a little shorty to carry over. The next will be longer, promise.

It's Addictive: Chapter 9

I.

"Dr. Director, we have a situation."

"What? Is W.E.E. attacking?"

"No, Ma'am," the technician glanced up, "you said you wanted to be informed when Agent Du two's hover jet was landing."

"Took her long enough." the patch wearing beauty muttered, "What's her ETA?"

"That's the situation, Ma'am, there's no one answering our hails, and apparently no one at the controls. The auto pilot is requesting landing."

"Is there any problem with taking control from here?"

"We just need your authorization, Ma'am."

"Do it. Get them landed at bay 5. I'll meet them there."

II.

"All right, girls, what is going on?" Anne asked quietly.

"Mom," Kim's voice was tentative, "this is just between the three of us, right?"

"That depends."

"Mrs. Possible, if we tell you are you going to tell other parents? Will Ronnie get in trouble?"

"Amelia, that depends on what Ron has done."

The beautiful brunette crossed her arms and slumped in her chair. "Then I'm not talking. I'm not going to get my pink sloth…"

Kim's eyes flared. "Wait a minute! What do you mean your pink sloth? Ron is…"

Amelia returned the glare, "He may not know it yet, but he's mine! And once I get him alone he won't bother with the rest of you."

Kim's chair toppled backwards as she jumped up reaching for the brunette. "He is not yours, he's mine!"

Amelia's dainty fingers looked remarkably like claws as she in turn reached for her antagonist.

"Hold it! That's enough of that," Anne reached across the table grabbing each girl's shoulder. "There will be no fights at my table." Two identical glares transfixed her. "Both of you sit, stop glaring at me, and talk. Amelia, I promise I won't tell anyone else unless what Ron is doing is going to hurt someone. Is that good enough?"

Both teens sat, still glaring at each other, "Does that include Daddy?" Kim asked.

"If what I think happened, happened, I have other things to talk to your father about, Kimmie. No, I won't tell him."

"All right," Amelia sighed, "Mrs. Possible, have you ever felt so good that you'd do almost anything to feel that way again?"

"Amelia, you haven't been doing drugs, have you?" Anne asked anxiously.

"No, Ma'am, better. Ron."

"Ron?"

III.

Amidst the ruins of the once fashionable living room, eleven teens glared at eah other. All showed signs of hair pulling, scratches and a few bites.

"All right," Hope broke the silence, "You tried kidnapping Ron and it didn't work. Have you thought about catching Kim?"

"Kim?"

"Of course," Marcella grinned, "Ron will do anything Kim tells him to do. Hope, you're a genius."

Bonnie spoke through her teeth, her jaw being a little sore, "Great idea, have you forgotten her sixteen kinds of Kung Fu?"

"No," Monique piped up, "but I know someone who's not worried about her karate."

"And who would that be?"

"Shego."

IV.

Her repeated hails producing no results, Dr. Director punched in her personal override code, opening the hovercraft's door. "Agent Du? Du two are you in here?" When there was no reply, she cautiously entered the passenger section of the craft.

Her agent lay on the couch, supine, tunic open. "Agent Du! Cover yourself." Enraged by the lack of response, Dr. Director looked closely at her agent, finally seeing the smile and closed eyes.

"Willamena Irene Du! What did Stoppable do to you?" Betty asked, shaking her agents shoulder. "Agent Du two, answer me."

Betty could have sworn her highly trained agent giggled! "Agent, Willy!"

"Ohhhh, Ronnie." The semi-conscious agent mumbled.

"Agent Du two, what did Ron do."

"Du."

"What?"

The beauty closed her eyes, smiling, "He did Du."

V.

"Just once, just once, I'd like to walk off a plane." Ron groused as he unbuckled his harness. "Every time I get on a plane with a girl I wind up freefalling. And I hate freefall."

Ron began field packing his parachute, glancing around the mountainside, "Those clowns at GJ would probably try and charge me for the parachute, better carry it. Now where am I? This place looks awful familiar."

"Hello, sidekick, where's the girlfriend?"

"Shego?"