Disclaimer and A/N: Kim Possible and all other characters and situations from the series are owned by The Walt Disney Company. I use them without permission or pay to dally in my writing obsession. I'm ecstatic with all the great reviews I've received and will continue this story as long as Kim, Ron and the gang keep talking to me.

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Chapter 5 Day Off

Ron was roused from his peaceful slumber by someone licking and nibbling playfully on his ear. With his eyes still closed he moaned, "That feels wonderful Bon Bon."

"How'd you know it was me?" she tittered and bit a little harder.

Ron inhaled deeply. "Lavender," he sighed as he exhaled. He opened his eyes to see Bonnie laying almost on top of him. "You always smell of Lavender and Chamomile." He reached behind him and squeezed the butt of the platinum blond that was spooning into his back. Tara squealed and giggled with the pinch. "Tara always smells like vanilla and almonds."

Tara pinched him hard on the arm in retaliation. "And what does Kimmie-pooh smell like?" she teased.

"Strawberries!" he groaned in ecstasy.

"And you always smell like cheese," Bonnie chided him. Ron leaned in to give her a kiss but was stopped when she put a finger to his lips. "Nope, not now. You got a call from Wade." She motioned over to the TV.

Ron extricated himself from between the two teenage beauties and walked over to the television. He changed the channel to 910. The computer tech guru and sixth member of their team appeared on the screen. "Hey Wade," Ron chimed happily, "what's the haps?"

Wade looked up from his typing and smiled. "Oh, hey Ron. Just a reminder that you and Kim are suppose to go up against Duff Killigan tomorrow afternoon. He's holding on the line and wants to choreograph the fight."

"No problem," Ron waved it off, "but before you put him through, how are you and Rufus doing on your little project?"

As if on cue, the naked mole rat popped into frame and waved to his big buddy. "Hi Ron," the petite pink guy said, then added, "Spank'in!" Rufus gave a thumbs up, scurried over to another keyboard and started typing away.

"Yeah, what he said. We're doing great." Wade took a swig of his soda. "We should be done in a half hour or so. We only have a million more lines of code left to write."

"A half hour?" Ron said in disbelief. "I thought you two could get through a million lines of code in less time than that."

Wade took another big gulp of his ever present beverage. "We would, but we're using these antiquated Earth computers, not the ones we brought along from the home world."

"Man, you have top of the line Earth stuff and you call em antiques?" Ron laughed. "Can't you juice em up a bit?"

Wade practically growled as he shook his head. "Nope, no can do. I tried that once and fried the whole system. I was down for, like, eight hours before I could get the replacement parts from my supplier, Flémco."

Ron responded thoughtfully, "And I suppose our machines and Earths aren't compatible," Wade slowly shook his head no as Ron was talking, "I didn't think so. Sorry to hear that buddy," he said sincerely. "I guess you'd better put Duff through."

Duff appeared on the screen. "Ron Laddie! I just wanna ta touch base wit ye before we meet on the morrow."

"No problemo," Ron sang as he smiled at the Scotsman's brogue. "So what's the plan?"

"I'm gonna kidnap a land developer who wants ta tear out half a thirty six hole golf course and put up some damnable condos," Duff said to Ron.

"The gall of the man," Ron replied. "Anything need to get blown up?"

"Nay anything," Duff said in disgust. "And I do have some new greens pins that I've modified to be programmable heat seeking missiles to try oot. I could lob a few your way if ye like."

Ron thought for a second and smiled his goofy grin. "Yeah, that'd be alright I guess. I'm supposed to be in charge. Kim lost a bet and she wants me lead the next mission. We'll see if she remembers."

"I'd lay a thousand to one odds she does," Duff chortled. "And I heard aboot the bet already from Shego. Congratulations on finally winning over the wee Lass."

"Shego knows?" Ron pondered. "How'd she find out?"

Tara came up to Ron, handed him his glass of wine and said, "I guess I told her. She had called earlier to see if we'd be up for some Contract Bridge with her and Drew. I told her about you hooking up with Kim. She understands you'll be spending more quality time with your girlfriend. But, I guess that also means we'll have to cancel our dinner with DNAmy on Tuesday."

"And our golf match for Sunday is oot too, I take it?" Duff said in disgust.

Ron sighed as he turned back to Duff's image. "I guess so. You could always call Junior or Ed to round out your foursome with Felix and Francis Slurman," he offered and shrugged. "Anyway, what'll be my cue to attack you?"

"I'm just writing up me rant now," Killigan said as he looked over the paper in front of him. "But, I guess it'll be some dig at you or the Lassie. You know, the usual. I berate, you get mad at me and take me down. Just don't hit me in me stomach. I brewed up a batch of haggis today and I musta got a bad sheep's bladder. I been down chuck'in me lunch all day since."

Ron laughed. "You mean UP chucking."

"Aye, that too."

"Will you be alright for the fight?" a concerned Ron asked.

Duff nodded. "Aye, I'll be okay by the morrow, but me guts may be a wee snarky."

"Okay, nothing to the bread basket, I promise." Ron crossed his heart. "Say, doe the developer have a trailer or building he's operating out of?"

"Aye, he has a trailer."

"We could always blow that up," Ron suggested.

The proverbial light bulb lit up over Duff Killigan's pate. "Aye!!! You could divert one of me pin seekers over to the trailer wit your Monkey Powers and blow the sucker sky high!"

Ron's goofy grin spread quickly over his face. "Sounds like a plan. See you tomorrow."

"Aye, til tomorrow, Laddie. Say hi ta the gang."

The screen went dark and Ron saw the clock in the video player sitting on the television. "Shoot, I need to get home right away. Kim will be calling me in a couple of minutes to say good night." Ron wrapped his arms around Tara and kissed her. "Sorry, but I gotta go."

Tara giggled and said with a sigh, "Yeah, I know I know. Duty calls." She kissed him and laid her head against his chest, sighing a bigger sigh. "You'd better get going or Kim will start worrying when you don't answer your phone. She'll try to find you. She still thinks Wade chipped you, doesn't she?" Tara broke from the embrace and pushed him towards his pile of clothes.

"Yes, she does," he answered as he rapidly got dressed. He gave Tara a quick peck on the lips before leaping over the fence with a wave and a quick, "BooYah!"

As he walked into his room the phone began to ring. He let it chime twice more before picking it up. "The Ron Man here, speak to me."

"The Ron Man?" Kim queried. "I thought you weren't going to go all big heady with all your new millions and self improvement program."

"Ha ha, Kim," he laughed weakly. "I knew it was you and I was just playing around. How's my lovely new badical girlfriend doing? Sleep well?"

Kim cooed, "Like a babe in her Mother's arms, for like two hours." She quickly perked up and happily added, "And you can now officially call me your fiancé if you want. I talked to Mom and Daddy and they said since we've been together for so long and are almost eighteen anyway, they're okay with us getting married! They're both thrilled we hooked up and want to make it permanent. Mom even won a bet from Daddy. She thought we'd become engaged this semester and he thought we wouldn't get together until after graduation. Have you spoken to your folk yet?"

"Nope, sorry KP," Ron said. "When I got home I came straight to my bedroom and hit the books. I just got finished rechecking everything and was about to head downstairs for a bite to eat and a chat with the 'rents. You want me to call you back in, say, a half hour?"

"Hummmmmm! As much as I want to hear what the verdict is, I'm still a bit wiped out from out pet fest and need to get back to sleep. It can wait until tomorrow." Kim's voice went sultry and asked, "Could you pick me up on your bike in the morning? I feel like hugging you allllllllll the way to school!"

"That sound absolutely wonder," he moaned, "I can hardly wait. And to think you used to hate my motorcycle?" he tittered.

"Yeah," she tittered weakly, "silly me."

"Well, I need to talk to Mom and Dad and you need to get some shut eye. I'll see you in my dreams," Ron said in his own sultry voice. (Which sounded a lot like his regular voice, but with a cold.)

"I can hardly wait to get back to the dream I was having after we..." she giggled. "I'll tell you all about it tomorrow."

"I can't wait... but I guess I must." Ron paused for a second. "Kim... I really do love you!"

"I think I can honestly say it too," Kim sighed a heavy sigh. "I love you Ron!"

"Night KP." Ron hung up the phone and went down stairs to have a heart to heart with his Earth parents.

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Ron strolled nonchalantly into the kitchen. "Hola Possible clan. Beautiful morning, isn't it!"

"It's cloudy outside and suppose to rain this afternoon," Mr. Dr. Possible said from behind his paper in all seriousness. "and before MY daughter comes down to greet her new Beau," he closed the paper and frowned, seriously, "I think we need to have a little talk. Follow me young man."

The twins looked up from their attack on the bowls of cereal in front of them and taunted as one, "Ooooo, Ron's in big trouble!"

Ron gulped down the lump in his throat. He watched and then followed, as the good Doctor slowly rose from the table and walk out the back door. The older male spun on his quarry as soon as the screen door slammed shut. Ron's hand's shot up defensively out of reflex as he sputtered, "Now, before you lecture me on responsibility and threaten me with a ride on the next rocket you launch, regardless of it's cargo capacity, let me just say I have the utmost respect for both you and Mrs. Dr. P and I love Kim. I would never let any harm come to her and we won't have," GULP!, "sex until after we're married, in compliance with our contract, and only then would we THINK of giving you grandkids." Ron took a deep breath and let it out slowly while trying to read the the expression on Mr. Dr. Possible's countenance.

The rocket scientist stood motionless, arms folded across his chest and scowl on his face. He shook his head ever so slowly for over a minute. Ron spent the sixty four and a quarter seconds (it seems like well over an hour to Ron,) looking at his hands, the trees and anything else in the backyard, with occasional glances at the man glowering in front of him. "Thank You for your speech Ronald. I'm sure you spent all of last night rehearsing it and... it came out just right. There's only one problem though. It's NOT what I want to hear."

"What? I..."

"Don't interrupt me Son."

"Sorry," Ron squeaked weakly. Then it hit him. "Son???"

"You heard me," Gradually Dr. James Timothy Possible's face morphed into a big grin."Now don't tell Kim, but her Mother and I want grandkids as soon as possible. The boys are old enough that they don't need their old man or their Mother, and Ann is starting to exhibit signs of 'Empty Nest Syndrome.' Work is a poor, vacant substitute for her and she wants... no, she needs to dote on babies again." Ron opened his mouth to say something but the elder gentleman shot him down quickly with a finger point and, "I said, NO interruptions." He nodded his head once and continued. "Now, there's another reason Ann and I want you two to start a family. It will keep my Kimmie-cub at home. She wouldn't be able to traipse all over the globe fighting the," he used old fashioned, so passé, air quotes, "evil villains." He frowned slightly. "Sooner or later one of you will get badly hurt and we just couldn't live with ourselves if that were to happen. Now if you need financial help setting up a home or whatever, let us know. Kim never accepted the rewards she was offered, but most of the companies came to me because her age. A parent or guardian is the only one who is legally able to accept or decline rewards offered to an underage person. I've banked a considerable sum over the years for her. I believe it's somewhere in the neighborhood of twenty five or thirty million dollars right now." He smiled broadly as he leaned back against the stained wood railing. "Okay, now you can talk."

"When you talked to Kim last night," Ron started slowly, "did she mention I got another Naco Royalty check?" Ron smiled. "Cause my portfolio is worth somewhere UP the street from the neighborhood you mentioned." His smile weakened as he scratched the back of his head. "Actually I think it's about four or five times further up the street but you know me and Math."

"No she didn't," the older man said, shaking his head and laughing. "That'll make it all the easier for you two to buy a home and start a family." Mr. Dr. Possible lit up. "You know, I believe the Provo house, half way between here and your place, is up for sale. Ted and Ginger are moving to Wisconsin and need to sell."

"Hey, I know Ted and Ginger!" Ron said excitedly. His smile quickly became a frown and he shook his head to clear the cobwebs that were rapidly building from the information overload. "Wait a minute, let me get this straight. Are you ordering me to buy the Provo home and get your daughter pregnant as soon as conceivable?"

"Yes! And very well worded, Ronald." Dr. Possible pulled some papers out of his breast pocket and handed them to Ron. "Here's the permission form Kim will need to get married. I talked to your Mother earlier and she said she'd put your papers in your backpack. I've already called the people at the Marriage License Bureau and they're expecting you two at ten o'clock for the ceremony. Your Mom and I called the school and informed Mr. Barkin you and Kim are down with the flu. A little white lie, but it'll serve its purpose and is allowable for an adult. I'm taking the boys to school and will pick them and Ann up after work. We'll go out for dinner and a movie. You and Kim will have the whole house to yourselves for the day until, say, nine tonight when we'll return home. Of course your Mother and Ann are expecting a big wedding ceremony as soon as it can be arranged. Now do you think you need anything else?"

Ron beamed a goofy smile and saluted. "No Sir, Mr. Dr. P, Sir! But what'll I tell Kim when she comes down for school?"

The older man smirked. "You'll need to learn what information you should tell your wife and what you should hold back. This time you should tell Kimmie everything but the bit about her Mother's case of ENS. And Ronald, I insist you call me Dad. Think you can handle that... Son?"

Ron's smile grew sincere, "I sure can, DAD!"

The two walked back into the kitchen and Mr. Dr. P rounded up Jim and Tim to head off for school and work. As he passed the stairs he yelled up, "Kimmie-Cub, Ronald's here and I'm talking the boys to school. See you tonight."

Kim came bounding down the stairs as the front door shut. She saw Ron standing at the bottom of the staircase with the biggest goofiest grin she had ever seen plastered on his puss. Kim jumped into Ron's arms and kissed him passionately. When their lips finally parted Ron sighed, "Morning Beautiful. You will not believe the conversation I just had with with your Dad."

"Good Morning to you too," Kim sang, then frowned. "Did Daddy give you the black hole, deep space probe speech?"

"Nope," he purred as his grin grew.

Kim grabbed her backpack and opened the front door. "Well, you can tell me on the way to school." She turned back to see Ron still standing at the foot of the stairs.

"Ah, KP," Ron hesitantly said as he bade her back into the house. "According to our folks, we have the flu and are staying home from school. They've been very busy this morning. You'd better sit down while I tell you all about it."

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Kim sat slumped forward on the couch, head in hands, staring at the floor. "Now let me see if I got this straight. Both our parents called Mr. Barkin and lied to him about us having the flu? Daddy can tell a little white lie and rationalize it because he's an adult and I get majorly busted for lying about where I had been on Halloween?" She slapped her forehead in exasperation and grunted in frustration. "Also, we have an appointment in," she looked at the antique clock on the fireplace mantle, then back at Ron, "three hours to get married and we'll have the house all to ourselves until nine PM to have sssss..." she gulped and swallowed hard on the three letter word. "Thirdly, your Mom said I didn't have to convert if we start a family right away?"

"You got it," Ron said laughing at the absurdity of the whole situation this morning. "She told me she didn't care as long as she heard the pit-a-pat of little feet in nine months. I told her that might be hard since the whole house is carpeted and the kid wouldn't be running around for quite a while after he or she was born. Mom didn't think that was funny."

"After all these years, she still doesn't get your sense of humor?" Kim giggled. "What did she say when you brought up our 'No Sex' contracts? When I mentioned it to Mom and Daddy last night, they said it would be in force until they gave us the word. Though, I did wake up briefly at three AM and heard them talking."

"Well, I guess the word has been given," Ron tittered as he held out said contract with her parents. Written across it in bold red marker was 'NULL AND VOID.' Below those words were both signatures of the two Dr.'s Possible. "My Mom went absolutely APE when I said we were honoring the contract and not having sex yet. She dug the paper out of the file cabinet, ripped it to shreds and set the pieces on fire, laughing the whole time like a hyena. Dad finally calmed her down with a sleeping pill... or five. So I guess we have to... um, you know." Ron's voice went all fatherly as he waggled a finger and said, "It's an order Kimmie-cub!"

Kim leapt onto Ron, knocking him flat on his back on the sofa. "Well, orders are orders."

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Kim audibly growled as she rolled off him and dug the Kimmunicator out of her backpack. "Wade, you have lousy timing!What's the sitch!?"

"Nothing's up Kim," Wade said and took a sip of soda. "I just wanted to congratulate you two on your marriage in two and two thirds hours."

"How did you know we are getting married?" Kim queried in astonishment.

Wade simply smiled. "I got a computer program that searches for your and Ron's names. It searches everywhere on the web and runs twenty four hours a day. I just got a hit from the Marriage Bureau telling me of your scheduled nuptials."

"Yeah," Kim giggled, "our parents set it up so we have the whole day free to wed and...play around. Now, I'm ready to play around before we need to leave so, if there isn't anything else..."

Wade interrupted, "There is Kim, but it's a message for Ron. I take it he's there with you," he said with a wink.

"For me?" Ron begged, taking the Kimmunicator from her, "What's the message?"

"Felix couldn't get a hold of you at your house when he found out you called in sick for school, so he e-mailed the website. He wants to know if you're still up for bowling later. You know, knocking down a few PINS?"

Ron slapped his forehead, "Oh, that's right, the pinseekers club. I guess I'm up for it, but I need to check with the wife." He grinned and looked over to Kim. "You up for a little bowling this afternoon? We'll probably need a break."

"Normally I would say yes," Kim said, deep in thought, "but since we're suppose to be sick I don't think we should chance anyone seeing us out and about. It might get back to Mr. Barkin." She sat on his lap and swirled his cowlick with a finger. "I think we should stay in bed after the ceremony."

"It'll get back to Mr. B when he finds out we skipped school to get married," Ron reminded her.

Kim thought for a moment, then smiled. "Okay. I think we could fit in a game or two." An evil grin appeared. "We'll probably be a tad tired, but we'll earn the break."

"You're taking our parents permission way to seriously," he said solemnly, then smiled at Wade, "The game is a go. Pass the word."

Wade typed for less than two seconds and finished with a flourish. "Consider it passed." He took a quick slurp of soda and slyly continued. "I'd better sign off. You two are sick and should get to bed!" The screen rapidly went to black.

Kim replace the small device in her satchel and proceeded to pull, yank and/or generally tear Ron's red jersey off over his head. "You heard Wade, off to bed," she ordered. Then she softened and said. "I mean, if that's what you'd like to do." She folded and unfolded his shirt absentmindedly a few times as she coyly asked, "I would like to know if you'd like to go upstairs and make love to me... all the way."

Ron brushed the right side of her check with the back of his hand then the left with the front. "Thank You for remembering to ask. I would really love to make sweet love to you."

Kim went for Ron's pants but encountered some difficulties. "What is this? Two belts?"

Ron scratched the back of his head and tittered. "Yeah, I was never a Boy Scout but I wanted to be prepared in case there was a mission today. I could only find two belts in my closet. I guess I should go out and pick up a few more." He unhooked the two belts and his pants dutifully fell to the floor. He reached over and gently pulled Kim's pink with a big white star, crop top shirt over and around her head and hair. He gaped at her barely blossoming bosoms. "Wow, I never noticed. Your... They're..."

Kim blushed and looked at the floor, doodling shyly with one foot. "They're what? Tiny? Small, petite, minuscule? I didn't asked what you thought about them yesterday when we made out." She slightly pouted, "You don't think I have tits at all, do you!"

"No! That's not..." he defensively shouted, then cooed as he raised her head with a hand, "I was gonna say they're beautiful, gorgeous, just the right size." He elicited a moan of sheer pleasure from the topless, auburn haired, soon-to-be woman as he fondled them for a moment. His hand wandered down her taut belly to the button fly of her blue Capri pants and he leaned in for a kiss. The snug hip hugging jeans didn't yield as readily as his so he helped them along until they were past her thighs and gravity took over.

Kim broke from the awesome buss and asked, "Where would you like to do it first? My room? My parents bed? The kitchen!" she giggled. "I know you can handle yourself magnificently in there."

A loving look spread across his face, (it could also be called his goofy grin, but a bit more sincere,) as he picked her up in his arms. "Something to be desired in the upper body, you say?" he thought. "I'll show you by carrying you all the way up two flights of stairs!" He mentally shook his head to displace that thought. "Anywhere theres an alarm clock. We don't want to be late for our own wedding. And we should probably leave a scooch early to pick out some wedding rings."

Kim nuzzled into his neck and sighed. "Okay. We'll leave in two hours to shop for rings and get married. We'd better start in my room. I don't think I should reset my parents alarm clock."

Ron gave her a quick peck on the lips and headed for the staircase. "KP. Are you really, really sure you want to do this? It's your last chance to bail. Are you ready to get married and stop going on missions?"

Kim leaned forward so her head was nestled into his neck. She doodled on his bare chest with a finger as she spoke. "Get married to you? Definitely! I have a few wedding day jitters, but nothing that I can't handle. I love you Ronald Dean Stoppable and I want to be with you the rest of my life. Now, stop the missions? I say a big exuberant, yes! They've become a little boring to me lately. The only excitement and challengeis when I fight Shego, and she's getting easier to beat with each passing battle. I don't want to leave people high and dry when they need help, but there are other agencies that can pick up the missions we usually handle. Daddy's right too. Statically speaking, the odds of me or you getting seriously injured increase with each mission. My only real concern right now is what kind of Mother I'll be." They'd reached her room and Ron lovingly laid her on the bed. She reached over, set the alarm and flipped on some soft music. "I believe whole-heartedly it's time to hang up the mantle of teen hero and become a regular teen who's madly deeply in love." She reached up and playfully pulled Ron on top of her. "Does that make any sense?"

"Yes it does. And if you're asking my opinion, I think you'll make a great Mom." He shrugged and laughed lightly, "I mean, If you can babysit the tweebs without killing them, I think you can handle a baby or two." He gave her a quick peck on the lips, "or three," another fast kiss, "or four, or..."

Kim pulled him in for a big, wet, sloppy, extremely long kiss. When they came up for air Kim snarked, "You made your point, thank you very much."

Ron rolled off her and stared at the ceiling. "But I wonder if you will miss the missions. You are a bit of an adrenaline junkie. I think you'll miss that rush."

. "Well, let's see if I can get my adrenaline fix from you." Kim's hand snaked down his chest then entered his boxers. "Starting now!" she growled.

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Kim groggily looked at the Kimmunicator sitting atop an official looking piece of paper. It had the words 'Marriage License' in very fancy, old world script boldly embossed at the top. "Ron," she said hoarsely, "could you get that? I'm not decent."

Ron kissed her. "I'd say you are more than decent. You, are spectacular!" He rolled out of bed and turned on the Kimmunicator. "Hey Wade, what up?"

"Ron. Duff Killigan has kidnapped a land developer, threatened his life and... you're not wearing any clothes!"

Ron pointed the screen at the ceiling and ranted, "Wade! Hello!! Honeymoon!!! No clothing required or wanted! We're following two Doctor's orders here... and my Mom's!" Ron looked over at the spectacular vision not totally covered by the bed sheet. A contented, blissful smile gracing the face of the almost asleep woman calmed him a bit. "Beside, Kim told me she doesn't want to go on any more missions."

Kim sat bolt upright in bed, quickly draping the linen in front of her in modesty. "Yes I do! At least this last one. I want to see how my badical new husband handles a mission. Remember the bet?"

"I do." He paused for a beat. "That's the second time I said that today," Ron mused aloud. "Anyway, I wasn't sure if you'd remember."

Wade heard the exchange but was only seeing the ceiling of Kim's room. "Your ride will be outside in five minutes. Well, I'd better make it ten." He grinned and finished quickly, "You guys need to get dressed Wade out."

Ron cautiously turned the screen to him and saw it was blank. He smiled wickedly at Kim. "Wanna see what a quickie is like before heading off to work?"

"Yes, please and thank you!" Kim growled and beckoned him back to bed with outstretched arms.

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The two teens watched Duff Killigan rant and scream at a man tressed up outside the construction trailer. "Well, what's the plan Ron?" Kim cautiously inquired.

Ron thought for a New York minute and said, "I'll taunt Killigan and you go save the developer guy. Then when you're clear, I'll take Duff out. Just stand beside me until I have his full attention. I'll give you a little shove to the side to go rescue him."

"Are you sure Ron?" she queried. He glared at her with his full game face. "Sorry Dear," she cooed. "It's your mission."

Our two heroes stood up. They were a full one hundred yards, (a mere three quarters pitching wedge,) from the Scottish Villain. "Hey Duff," Ron yelled at the top of his lungs. "Leave the poor man alone. He's only doing his job."

"Ach, it's the red headed wench and her pet baboon. You nay can stop me this time Lass, you're past your prime!" Duff lofted an exploding golf ball at them. "It shan't take me nay long to dispose of you."

Ron began to glow a brilliant shade of blue. He caught the destructive sphere, looked curiously at it and tossed it aside. It exploded harmlessly a dozen feet to the right of them. Ron gently nudged Kim away as he said, "Your little cap gun explosives are nothing to us now." Ron ran toward the Scotsman. He glanced at the tied up hostage and back at Killigan.

Duff picked up the cue and moved away from the trailer. "You might be able to handle me exploding golf balls, but ye nay can protect yourself against me new weapon. I've developed programmable, heat seeking, greens pins missiles."

"That's a mouthful," Ron chided as he slowed a bit.

"Aye, it is. I need to work on me nam'in of me weapons." Duff pushed the big red button half way up the shaft of the pole. It zoomed into the air and leveled off, heading straight at Ron. The new armament glance harmlessly off Ron's blue aura and violently erupted in a ball of flames well behind him. "Ach no. Let's try that one more time. Ye nay can handle a second!" Duff yelled. He looked over to the trailer and saw Kim untying the man and leading him to safety before he launched the second greens pin. Duff nodded slightly.

Ron saw Killigan's head bob briefly and focused his blue aura at the incoming missile. It bounced off Ron's blue hued shield, sped back at an angle to the trailer and blew it to smithereens. Ron halted his half mad dash inches in front of Duff. "I think you shanked that last shot," he quipped and smote the portly Scotsman on the side of his red hairy jaw. Duff Killigan went down like a stone.

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Kim stripped off her mission shirt as she and Ron walked into her bedroom. "I think I'll take a shower," she cooed, "care to join me?"

"I'd love to." He sighed and shook his head. "But first I gotta call Felix and apologize for missing bowling. I'll be with you in a minute."

"Well hurry up, Lover," she growled. "I've been a dirty girl today and I need my bottom side scrubbed, realllll harrrrrrrrrrrd!" Her pants dropped around her ankles and she gracefully stepped out of them and continued to the bathroom. In what is a very old cliché move, Kim paused briefly at the door. She glanced back, scratched at the air with her claws and meowed loudly.

Ron suppressed a laugh until he heard the shower start. He got his cell phone out and dialed. "Allo Laddie!" he heard the Scotsman on the other end of the connection. "Ya deed a fine job today. Ya pulled your punch wit perfection."

"And you went down like a Hollywood stunt man," Ron responded with a chuckle.

"I'm glad ya called Ronnie," Duff said sadly. "It's time I git back to me home world and I wanna ta say me Good Byes."

"Really," Rod said in surprise. "I'll miss you. You should know you're probably our last mission. Kim and I got married this morning and we won't be handling any more jobs."

"Ach, congratulations Lad," Duff intoned sincerely. "I'd like to chat wit you more but I gotta git go'in. I just wish I could bring a few things along wit me. I dare say I'll miss the Scotch Whisky and haggis of this world. Ye nay can git em on Altunia."

"We'll make a deal then," Ron said all business-like. "I'll beam you Scotch and haggis and you can send us back some Altunian wine."

"Aye Laddie!" Killigan said enthusiastically. "It's a deal!"

"May the spirit of Robbie Burns go with you," Ron sincerely chimed.

"Ronnie boy," Duff choked back a sob, "you really know how ta bring a tear to a Scotsman's eye."

They bade their good byes and Ron went to the bathroom to have some wet fun with his very special, brand new wife.

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A/N: Thought I'd post another chapter while I can. I'm writing # 10 right now and 6-9 are being re-read and edited. I usually write the whole thing, then post because I come up with ideas to add to earlier chaps sometimes or notice glaring discrepancies that need fixing. I'm sure you've might have noticed a few in chapter 1. I have. I'll try to post agin soon, but work is starting to majorly pick up.

My book is slowly coming back around as my villain took a left turn and threw me for a loop. I got out my whip and he's/she's back in line. (I won't spoil whether it's a man or woman.)