1Disclaimer: I'm not sure why I keep doing this part.

Bonnie ran back inside to write a quick note telling Tara that her family had gone out of town and that she going over to their house. She then went back outside to her mysterious new benefactor, still carrying the knife, albeit hidden, just in case he had other ideas.

"By the way, I never got your name."

"Phil," he said in the same distorted voice. "Philip Thomas Speese, but everyone calls me Phil, or Thom, which I always spelled with an 'h' just to be different, or Phil Thom."

"OK, Phil, but what's with the voice thing?" asked Bonnie.

"I like to keep my anonymity," said Phil.

"But you just told me your name," Bonnie responded.

"That is the name I am using with you. With others it may be something completely different." The two of them got into Phil's car and drove a short distance to an apartment complex. Phil unlocked the door to his unit and Bonnie braced herself for a pigsty, an S&M dungeon or worse, much to Phil's annoyance. He turned on the light to illuminate a somewhat spare, but otherwise fairly normal and clean apartment.

"Have a seat." Bonnie obliged and Phil followed shortly thereafter.

"So, what exactly is it that you do?" asked Bonnie, who was still largely in the dark about Phil's intentions.

"That's not important right now. The important thing is what you need to do." Phil took out a piece of paper and what looked like a pen. "Exactly what you did today."

"You mean," Bonnie shuddered when she said the next part, "work with Kim and her posse?"

"Precisely." said Phil. "You need to make yourself an integral part of Team Possible. That is the surest path to avenging your loss, if not the fastest."

"I know you like to think that you're all knowing and crap like that, but in case you don't know, Kim and I are not the best of friends. If I start going on missions with her all of a sudden, don't you think she is going to get a bit suspicious?"

"Which is why you gradually work yourself in. You have to put high school behind you as best you can, or this plan of yours will never work. Do you understand?"

"I understand. Then what do I do?"

"When you are ready, I will give you further instructions. Until that time, I will need for you to sign this contract," said Phil, putting the piece of paper in front of Bonnie. "Basically, what it says is that I will deny any knowledge of your plans and of our meetings if that sort of thing becomes necessary."

"Whatever," said Bonnie, rolling her eyes at Mr. Speese. She took the pen from Phil and began to sign the appropriate blank. Nothing was appearing on the page. It was then that she noticed that the pen was in fact a penknife.

"Hey, Tommy! Give something I can actually write with!"

"Sorry about that, I should have explained, that's just so you can get to the ink," Phil said, "and please don't call me Tommy."

"What are you talking about?" Bonnie was becoming perplexed and irate with this "Phil Thom Speese" character.

"The ink is within you. I guess you could say it flows through your veins."

Phil's words gradually sunk in with Bonnie. He was expecting her to sign in blood. To further drive this point home, he put a sanitary wipe and a bandage on the table in front of Bonnie. He then took the diamonds back out for Bonnie to see. Unable to take any more pressure, she sliced her right index finger open and began to "sign" the contract.

"You know, you really only have to initial it. I'll know it was you," said Phil. Bonnie was relieved at this as she was having a hard time getting the blood to flow. She handed the contract back to Phil, and he put it in a filing cabinet. "Now let's get you back to wherever you're staying."

The ride back to Tara's house was made largely in silence, as Bonnie fell asleep almost immediately after they left. Phil had to wake her when they arrived.

"Hey, I forgot to start the meter, so I'll comp you this ride. Please take all your belongings with you, and remember what we discussed. You will hear from me again." Bonnie staggered back into Tara's house and slumped onto the couch. She was asleep before she hit the cushions.

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Ron's Fearless Ferret alarm clock erupted to life at seven. Ron rolled over and threw the clock against the nearest wall, oblivious to the fact the Rufus had climbed onto the clock to hit the snooze button. Rufus was not pleased about his involuntary flight and made his displeasure known to Ron. This was far more effective than a mere alarm clock or 21-gun salute in getting Ron out of bed. He made it into and out of the shower and was downstairs for breakfast by 7:15. After downing a couple of what his mom called "huevoritos," he showed himself to the door. Just before he left, his father spoke up.

"Ronald, aren't you forgetting something?" Ron felt for his pockets, failing to find any, primarily because his pants were still in his room. He ran upstairs, only to discover than Hana had discovered and dismembered most of his work pants. He grabbed one of his few intact pairs of pants and had one leg on before Hana decided she was up for a little tug of war.

"No, Hana, your brother has to go work. But I'll be home...oh no, not you too!" Hana's lower lip began to quiver. "Is every female born knowing the puppy dog pout?" Hana and Ron fought over the pants until she decided to let Ron win...at the top of the stairs. Ron limped out to his scooter and began the trip to Smarty Mart. It was a beautiful morning, and Ron would be spending fifteen of the next sixteen hours about 100 feet from the nearest outlet to the outside world. He arrived at the hypermarket with time to spare. It was a quiet morning; none of the customers needed help finding anything and the shelves were well-stocked.

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Kim's alarm went off just after she woke up around 8:30. She turned it off and got ready for a nice long shower. She turned on the water, only to feel a blast of frigid water when it should have been about 50 degrees warmer.

"TWEEBS!!!" Kim hastily wrapped a towel around herself and stormed down to the garage. She found her brothers attempting to convert the hot water heater into a nuclear reactor. "You have ten minutes to restore the hot water heater to working condition or the video goes online!"

"Which video?" asked Jim.

"You know the one," replied Kim.

"We'll fix it..." said Tim.

"...in five!!!" finished Jim. The tweebs restored the heater to working order by the time Kim made it back upstairs. The water took longer to heat up than usual, but she was still not too far behind schedule. Her father was taking Slim and Joss back to the airport while her mother had a hemispherectomy that morning, so she was on her own for breakfast. Not wanting to destroy the house for the second time that year, she grabbed a granola bar and some fruit. Into the Sloth and off to the Middleton Mall went Kim. She made her way to Club Banana, where she was greeted by her supervisor.

"Kim! How was the mission?" asked Monique.

"Oh, the usual," said Kim. "Spinning Tops of Doom, massive explosions, nothing out of the ordinary."

"Spinning Tops of Doom...the Seniors?"

"Yes."

"Did you run into our favorite summer school graduate?" asked Monique, this time with a little venom as she set out the latest shipment of tank tops.

"Yes. She and Junior broke up." As Kim said this, Monique froze. The cavalcade of colors in her arms fell to the floor.

"How...what happened....thought she...and him..." While Monique struggled to form coherent sentences, Kim told the story about how Ron had stayed with Junior while she stopped SSS and somehow convinced him that the path to superstardom was paved with broken hearts. By the time Kim finished, Monique had regained her senses.

"Looks like shallow, 'hot' (Monique did air quotes here) and stupid didn't work out for her...again. But to be honest, girl, unless Bonnie makes a major attitude adjustment, she'll never have anything more that a BOB."

"BOB?" Kim asked for clarification for this latest Monique-ism.

"Battery-operated boyfriend." Monique answered bluntly. Kim immediately regretted her decision to ask for more information, and made this regret known by flinging some of the scattered apparel in Monique's general direction.

"I'm happy with my NOB, that's Naco-operated boyfriend, thank you very much," Kim said as she officially opened Club Banana with a flick of a switch.

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"Let's have a look at the first item up for bids today!" Bonnie woke up, rolled off the couch and noticed that Tara appeared to have been up for quite a while already. As an vacuous coed bid $2999 for some tennis equipment, Bonnie made sure that all evidence of everything that had happened while Tara was sleeping was still inside the couch.

"You're up! In a little while, let's hit the mall, get some lunch, get you moved back into your parents' place, and do assorted other things that will occur to me as the day goes on," Tara likely would have continued, except Bonnie cut her off.

"Too...early...need...wake...up...more...time." The ability to form grammatically correct sentences generally took about fifteen minutes to appear in Bonnie Rockwaller in the morning. She dragged herself off the floor and over to her phone, where she had an unread voice mail message from Señor Senior, Senior.

"Bonnie, I am sorry to hear about the end of your relationship with my son. You lasted longer than any of his previous loves."

"Except for himself," thought Bonnie.

"Anyway, I have sent your things back to your residence. They should be arriving this afternoon. Tell Kim Possible that I said hello and I look forward to her next attempt to foil my latest evil scheme." Bonnie deleted this message. Noticing that Tara had left the room briefly, she reached into the couch, put the knife back into its proper place and crumpled up and threw away the note. She decided the box of diamonds was unsuspecting enough to be left in plain sight as long as it was closed, so she set it on a coffee table under a magazine.

"I hope you don't mind wearing some of my clothes...we're pretty close to the same size, and the shower takes a little while to heat up." Tara re-entered the room, immersed in some article she was reading on her phone. Bonnie grabbed the box and went into the bathroom, where she disrobed and wrapped her clothes around the box. As the shower finally reached a tolerable temperature, she stepped in. For the first time since she had awakened, her thoughts really returned to the Kim problem.

As the water cascaded down her body, she replayed her meeting with Phil in her head. Was joining with Kim on her escapades really the surest way to achieve her goal? On one hand, the fact that he suggested it so unequivocally indicated that he did not have as much insight into their relationship as he thought. On the other hand, those were some really big diamonds that he gave her. At least he said they were diamonds; if they were actually cubic zirconia, he would be in a world of pain.

Bonnie stepped out of the shower, threw on the clothes Tara had left her, and fixed her makeup. She emerged carrying what appeared to be simply her previous day's clothes, but which actually contained a gift she really didn't want anyone to know about. Tara and Bonnie swung by Bonnie's house so that she could get in, drop off her dirty clothes (and box of diamonds), fire off a few insults towards her sisters, and get out. Their next stop was the Club Banana at the Middleton Mall.

"I have a platinum card and I'm not afraid to use it!" proclaimed Bonnie as she and Tara entered the store. Kim and Monique were there to greet the two of them, although they seemed happier about the one who did not have the platinum card.

"We were just about to get some lunch. Let's do that and then we can replenish your wardrobe," said Kim. Monique poked her head into a back room to let everyone know that she and Kim were taking their lunch break.

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"So, anyway, all my stuff should be at my house later on this afternoon." Bonnie said between bites of sesame chicken. "I was mainly just hitting Club Banana for old times' sake. Also Tara didn't feel like shopping alone."

"I wouldn't have thought that you would want to keep any reminders of...him." said Monique, who had just finished a gyro.

"Just the valuable ones," replied Bonnie, eliciting laughs from the other Middleton High School graduates. As the laughter died down, Kim's watch/Kimmunicator began to beep.

"What's the sitch Wade?"

"Hit on the site from Dr. Porter. She wants you to meet her at her office at the Middleton Institute of Science and Technology," Wade explained.

"We're there." said Kim. Sensing an opportunity and recalling the conversation she had about twelve hours ago, Bonnie spoke up.

"You think I could come with?" Kim was taken aback.

Fumbling for a polite way of saying "hell no," the best she could come up with was "Okay, but you will do what I say, when I say."

Bonnie rolled her eyes, then responded, "Jawohl, meine Führerin!" and accompanied her response with an appropriate salute.

Kim growled at Bonnie momentarily, but then she noticed Rabbi Katz at a nearby table and pointed him out to her. Bonnie slank towards the nearest exit, her face only a few shades lighter than Kim's hair. As they got in her still pock-marked Sloth, Kim noticed the bandage on Bonnie's finger.

"How did that happen?" Kim asked.

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From ye author: This was a tricky chapter; I didn't see a logical point where I could split this into two chapters, but I feel like I crammed a lot into this one by my standards at least. Thanks for sticking with me this through this part. The next few chapters should have some more action.