Chapter Five! Of course, you guys already knew that…stupid plot bunnies in my head almost didn't let me write another chapter. I overcame them, I'm proud to say.

Thanks so much to Dr. Rex Greylin for helping me come up with ideas for this story (because honestly, I hadn't planned on continuing it). Stay tuned!

I don't own Kim Possible, the show or the character.

"Let me get this straight," Monique said slowly, like she was evaluating every word that came out of her mouth. "Kim Possible, the great Kim Possible, is asking for our help in exacting revenge on someone?"

"Technically he can't be counted as a someone if he's not human," Ron pointed out, his mouth once again full of Naco.

Kim smiled appreciatively at her best friend. "Pretty much, Mo."

Monique was silent for a moment, processing this new chain of events. "Count me in."

The four of them – Kim, Monique, Ron, and Shego – had retired to Kim's room after their little meeting in the park. Monique had claimed Kim's computer chair, while Ron was sprawled on a beanbag with a Bueno Nacho takeout bag in front of him. Kim and Shego were both sitting on the bed, Kim at the foot and Shego reclining against the headboard. They refused to allow anyone else on the bed – not surprisingly, really, considering what they had been through.

Shego picked at her nails absently. "Call me crazy, but don't we have to find the guy before killing him?"

"Shego!" Kim kicked her former nemesis in the shin. "We are not going to kill him."

"I notice that you put emphasis on 'we', Pumpkin."

Kin rolled her eyes, simultaneously winking. "Interpret that however you want."

"Oh ho, Princess," Shego said triumphantly, punching the air above her head. "Who knew you had a dark side in you?"

Kim delivered another sharp kick to the villainess. "Unless you want to get kicked into another power tower, that stays in this room."

"Fine." Shego went back to picking at her nails, trying to get nonexistent dirt out from under them. "There's still the issue of finding the bastard."

Kim decided to overlook Shego's language being that it was, after all, accurate in describing E. "Yeah. He could be anywhere; I mean, it's been three years."

"Okay, call me crazy," Monique cut in, "but Shego forgot something. Don't we have to know who he is before finding him?"

Kim and Ron exchanged glances and shrugged.

"What?" Shego asked, her gaze switching back and forth between Kim and Ron. She had caught the look. "What's the secret?"

"No secret," Kim said nonchalantly. "We don't necessarily need to know who he is, just where he's gone. We can track him from that."

"And by 'we' you mean…"

"Wade," the three teens said in unison.

"Wade?"

"Wade Load," Ron elaborated. "You know, short, African American, kinda heavyset-"

"Ron!" Kim admonished.

"-little kid, appears on the Kimmunicator. That Wade."

Shego exhaled. "Oh. Nerdlinger."

"Wade," Kim said firmly. "His name is Wade. Not Nerdlinger. Just like my name is Kim, not Cupcake, Pumpkin, Princess, or any of those other pet names you gave me."

"But it's so fun calling you those names, Princess," Shego teased. "It's so easy to get under your skin, and so fun to watch when I do."

Kim scowled. "So I can start calling you names like Sheeg?"

"Don't. You. Dare." Shego's hand ignited, and Kim was the only one who didn't flinch.

Monique stood up from the computer chair and walked over to the side of the bed, where she had an unobstructed view of both of them. Nervously eyeing Shego all the while, she pointed out, "Hello? Bigger issue alert, anyone? We're not trying to name each other; we're trying to find a rapist. Sorry," she added quickly when Kim and Shego both flinched at the word.

"Get Wade on the Kimmunicator," Ron suggested. "That'd be better than fighting with each other." Shego turned her burning gaze to him, and he began to squirm anxiously. "Unless you want to fight. That's a-okay with me. Yep, perfect with the Ronster."

"Better, buffoon." Shego reclined against the headboard again, but sat up briefly. She grabbed something soft – she really didn't see what it was – and stuffed it behind her before leaning back, letting out a sigh of contentment that no one had ever heard from her before. "Much better."

"Shego!" Kim protested. "Get off Pandaroo!"

"'Pandaroo'?" Shego sat up and pulled the plush object out from behind her, holding it at arm's length to examine it. It was mostly black, with white arms and the ears, legs, and tail of a kangaroo. A smaller version was tucked into a pouch on the stuffed animal's belly area. Immediately, she had to stifle laughter. "Is…is this a Cuddlebuddy?"

"Shut up, Shego," Kim muttered.

Some giggles – very childlike and gleeful, most un-Shego-like – sputtered out from between the villainess' ebon lips. A faint green blush rose on her cheeks from trying to suppress the brunt of her laughter. "It is! It is a Cuddlebuddy! The Kim Possible has a Cuddlebuddy fetish!"

"It's not a fetish!" Kim snapped, snatching Pandaroo away from the green woman. She fell back heavily onto the bed and covered her face with the plush toy, smothering what Shego was pretty sure were curse words. Wisely, she chose not to comment on that.

Monique threw her arms up in the air in resignation. "I give." She flopped down on the edge of Ron's beanbag. "I give, I give, I give," she kept repeating.

Ron elbowed her and motioned to the two others. Under his breath, he observed, "Is it just me, or do those two fight like an old married couple?"

Both Kim and Shego sat bolt upright, immediately falling silent. Their gazes found the unfortunate blonde, who bit his lip and resumed his squirming.

"What?" they said at the same time, their voices dangerously soft.

Just as Monique was sure that Kim and Shego were going to lunge, either at each other or at Ron, a familiar beeping resonated throughout the room. Both women looked up with a start. Kim instinctively reached for her pocket, but found it empty. Ron beat her to the punch, lunging for the Kimmunicator sitting on the computer desk.

"Wade!" he exclaimed in relief as soon as the child appeared onscreen.

"Ron?" Wade squinted at Ron and tapped his computer screen. "Is that you? You look like you've seen a demon or something!"

"Or something," Ron muttered with a glance at Kim and Shego. "What's up, Wade?"

"I was just checking up on Kim. I just heard that she was seen unconscious yesterday, being carried around by Shego. She okay?"

Kim motioned for the Kimmunicator, and Ron tossed it over to her. "I'm good, Wade. Hey…I have a sitch for you for a change."

"Sure, Kim." Wade reclined in his computer chair and grabbed a cup from his desk, slurping down whatever was inside. "What's going on?"

Shego crawled across the bed to look over Kim's shoulder, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of her face. "A lot of things, Nerdlinger."

Wade's skin turned an unhealthy shade of tan. "Uh…Kim…is Shego in your bedroom?"

Shego smirked, but decided not to make a snarky comment. There were too many things wrong with what he had just said.

"Yeah, that's Shego. It's a long story." Kim massaged her temples. "Shego, quit breathing down my neck, will you? Your breath is really hot."

"That's not the only thing that's hot about me, Pumpkin," Shego said in a low voice, the corner of her mouth quirking up in a sly grin.

"Shego!" Kim punched the green woman on the shoulder hard. "Can't you control yourself for just one minute?"

"Can I? Yes. Do I want to?" Shego's grin spread across her entire mouth. "Not really. For all you know, I could've been talking about this." She held up her hand, already blazing with emerald plasma, and waved it tauntingly in front of Kim's face.

"That could be true, but I know you better than that."

Wade cleared his throat pointedly. "Um…Kim, you wanna continue this conversation later?"

"No, Wade, it's okay." Kim glared back at Shego. "We're done."

"Sure," Shego said nonchalantly, going back to picking at her nails. "If you say so. You got a nail file around here?"

Kim rolled her eyes. "Wade, we need you to track someone down for us."

"You got it. Who is it?"

Kim, Shego, Ron, and Monique all exchanged glances. None of them responded to the young boy's inquiry, prompting him to lean forward and tap his computer screen again. "Hello? Is my mike working?"

After yet another minute or so of silence, it was Monique who responded from offscreen. "We don't know, Wade."

Wade stared uncomprehendingly at his webcam, trying to wrap his mind around what he had just been told. "How am I supposed to track someone I know nothing about?"

"You're Kim's Nerdlinger," Shego responded. "You do stuff like that every day."

Kim elbowed Shego in the ribs.

"Ow! You're violent today!"

"Coming from you," Kim snorted. "Wade, can you check the security cameras of that old convenience off of West Main, next to the library?"

Wade nodded, his fingers already skimming over his keyboard. "From when?"

"March 13th, three years ago."

Wade barely faltered in his ministrations. "That won't be easy, but…got it!" He clicked on something, and the video feed appeared on the screen of the Kimmunicator. It showed the inside of a tiny little shop with four aisles and a dingy counter being manned by an exhausted-looking cashier. Kim watched for about five minutes before she saw someone enter the shop with two soda bottles in hand and head straight for the soda cooler at the back of the store.

"Is that him?" Shego asked softly.

Kim shrugged, her eyes riveted to the screen. The man's back was to the security camera the entire time, but Kim could see the cooler door being opened and closed. The man left the store empty-handed, not looking at the camera once. No one could tell if it was purposeful or not.

"Want me to speed it up?" Wade asked.

"Please and thank you."

The pace of the video feed picked up some. Kim and Shego watched as three or four more customers entered and exited the convenience store, none of them whom the young women recognized. After a moment, a teenager entered the store.

"Stop the tape!" Shego practically shouted in Kim's ear. "Stop it right there!"

Wade complied, rolling his eyes even though no one could see him do it. Now that the feed was paused, Kim and Shego could clearly see the girl who had just walked in. She had long black hair tied back behind her head in a ponytail, and her skin was a shade of pale green that both watchers knew all too well.

"That's…me," Shego whispered. "That's me three years ago."

"What?" Ron and Monique crowded onto the bed and peered at the tiny screen of the Kimmunicator.

"Shego as a teenager," Ron said in awe. "Never thought I'd see it."

"That was a long time ago," Shego said quietly. "I was still with Team Go…I didn't have to live in hiding then."

Wade resumed the video. The group watched as seventeen year-old Shego walked to the cooler and picked out a plastic bottle of soda. Kim felt the older Shego beside her stiffen as she thought of what that simple action would eventually lead to, and she placed a soft hand on hers comfortingly. "Shego…"

"It's okay," Shego replied quietly. "Just let it play."

After paying for her soda – "Shocking," Ron cut in – Shego exited the store. About a half hour passed, sped up courtesy of Wade, before the next customer entered the store. This time, it was Kim's turn to squirm, and Shego's turn to squeeze her hand soothingly. The newcomer looked to be fifteen or so, with pale cream skin and a mane of fiery hair that would've stood out even if they hadn't known who it was.

"Kim, you okay?" Shego whispered, her tone uncharacteristically tender.

Kim met Shego's gaze sadly. "Yeah. It's just a video. I mean, it's already happened."

Shego enveloped the eighteen year-old's hand in both of her own and squeezed it once again gently. "We both know that's not just it."

Monique squirmed slightly as she watched the two young women. They had gone from snarky and sarcastic to quiet and gentle within the space of a minute. They were even holding each other's hands like it was no big, and the way they were looking at each other was like…like they were the only comfort for each other in the world.

Eventually, Kim spoke up again. "So that man before…"

Shego nodded. "That's gotta be him." She looked back at the screen, though she couldn't see Wade. "Can you rewind back to that weird man, Nerdlinger?"

"You got it, Shego." Wade tapped a few buttons on his keyboard, and the tape rewound back to when the strange man was hunched in front of the cooler.

"Can you get a face shot?" Kim asked.

"I don't know. He didn't show his face to the camera at all, I don't think."

Kim and Shego watched for a moment as Wade flicked through each individual frame of the security tape. Though they never caught a glimpse of the man's face, they did see something else. Something eerily familiar.

"Stop!" both of them shouted simultaneously. A little bit frightened by the tone in which Kim and Shego spoke, Wade complied silently and quickly.

Kim and Shego studied the frame onscreen, and their blood ran cold.

"Shego…" Kim whispered. "Is…is that…"

Shego shook her head disbelievingly. "No. No, it can't be him. I would've recognized him that night. I know his voice well enough…"

But she didn't sound convinced.

"What if he knows something?" Kim went on tentatively.

"He's more of a goody-two-shoes than you are, Kim. He would've broken by now if he had done something wrong." Still, Shego's voice lacked the utter resolve it usually had when she knew she was right. Kim didn't fail to pick up on this, and she scooted a little closer to Shego, pressing into her like she was giving a hug without arms. Both women stared at the tiny screen and the man on it. He wore a long black trench coat, collar turned up to protect against the cool March breeze outside. For a moment, the hem of the coat had been kicked to the side, revealing a pair of boots. Just the boots, no more. But that was enough for everyone watching.

After all, not everyone walks around wearing one black and one blue boot.

Oooh! I had fun coming up with that part! So, did he do it or not? (looks at storyline in notebook) Oh. I remember now.

Finals are DONE! That means I'll be able to get more chapters up! (Can I get a BOOYAH?) Sorry. Moment. I'm done. Whew.

Thanks again to Dr. Rex Greylin for being so totally awesome! (By the way, check out the Doc's page - you won't regret it!)