Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible or any of the show's characters (unfortunately). This fic is written solely to entertain; I do not earn anything (except reviews).

AN: This story ignores the events of StD, but includes all the episodes of the series.

Once again: Thanks so much for the reviews! Yeah, Shego was quite a surprise guest, wasn't she? I hope I'm doing her justice (love the character). Anyway, enough with the preliminary talk! Let's launch into the action straight away!

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When Ron finally came to after Shego had knocked him out, he moaned and slowly opened his eyes. He noticed that he was bound to a chair and gagged. 'That's new,' he thought grimly. Usually, the villains didn't gag him, but he figured that perhaps Drakken didn't want to be interrupted during his rant this time. Taking a look around, he realized he had to be in some sort of a warehouse, which surprised him. No villain's lair?

Then, Shego stepped into view. Her face showed a malicious grin, while she slowly approached her captive. "Hello again, buffoon. I'm glad to see you're awake… It took you long enough! Gives me someone to talk to while we're waiting. Not that you could answer…" She tapped her chin with her index finger thoughtfully. "I don't know why my employers specifically ordered for you to be gagged all the time, but hey! They pay good money, so who am I to judge their methods?" Ron looked at her in confusion.

"Oh, you're probably wondering what I'm talking about. See, I'm not doing this for Drakken. As a matter of fact, I don't really know who these two guys are that hired me, but they really seem to hate your guts; otherwise they wouldn't have agreed to pay such a ridiculous amount of money for your capture. Not that I mind, of course."

Ron's mind worked frantically. Who could…? He blanched. Was Shego talking about the two guys he'd saved Bonnie from?

Shego grinned. "Ah, you seem to know them."

Ron was earnestly trying to get out of the chair now, his face as pale as a ghost's.

"Don't sweat it, Stoppable, I made sure you won't get free this time, and your annoying little pet isn't here to help you." She yawned. "They could show up now, though. They're late already, and I have better things to do than baby-sit a buffoon."

She had hardly said that, when the door opened, and two young men came in. They were indeed the guys that Ron had beaten up after the party.

"Yo, about time!" Shego said in a slightly annoyed voice. "It's just no fun to tease a gagged captive, you know? So, where's my money?"

One of the guys was carrying a small case. "I've got it right here, Miss Shego." He set the case down and opened it. It was full of money.

Shego nodded, satisfied. "Excellent. He's yours, then." She went over, picked up the small case and turned round with a charming smile. "Bye bye, buffoon… I had a wonderful evening! Perhaps we can do it again some time." She winked and left the warehouse, chuckling.

When the door closed behind her, the guys, who hadn't taken their eyes off of her while she was there, turned and looked at Ron. "Well, well, well… Seems like we have you now, Stoppable," one of them said menacingly, while the other one cracked his knuckles.

Ron gulped. This was going to be anything but pleasant…

Kim sat in the back of a taxi, checking her watch every few seconds. This definitely was a sitch she hadn't expected!

She had finished her homework and was talking to Monique on the phone, when Tara had called. The blonde seemed very worried, and with good reason: Ron hadn't shown up for their date, and he hadn't called either. Tara hadn't been able to reach him at home, so she'd called Kim to see if she knew anything.

"Sorry, Tara, I have no idea what might've happened, but I'll check and call you back, ok?"

"Thanks, Kim, please do. I just hope it's nothing serious…"

Kim didn't waste any time and called Wade.

"Hey Kim, what's up?"

"Hi Wade, could you tell me where Ron is? He's missed his date with Tara, and he doesn't answer his phone."

"Just gimme a sec!" The boy genius clicked away on his keyboard for a few seconds. "Well, he's not at home."

"Then where is he? I'm sure he wouldn't miss his date with Tara for no reason." Kim grew really worried now. "You still have Ron chipped, right Wade?"

The boy sighed. "Yes, I have… There! Got him! That's strange…"

Kim raised an eyebrow. "What is strange?"

Wade's fingers flew over his keyboard. "Well… He seems to be in Upperton… in a warehouse."

Kim frowned. "What? Why would he be…? Someone must've kidnapped him! Wade, I need a ride!"

"Done. It will be at your house in five. Do you need anything else?"

"No, thanks Wade! I'll call you when I've found him."

Kim had then called Tara back. The blonde had been so worried that she'd called Bonnie while Kim was talking to Wade, and the brunette had come over immediately. When Kim had told her what she'd found out, the blonde insisted on coming along.

"Tara, this could be dangerous. Any of our foes could've kidnapped Ron for lots of reasons. It might even be a trap to get me!"

"All the more reason to have some backup! Kim, I… I really care about Ron! If he's in danger, I want to help him!"

"I can understand that, Tara, but…"

"I'll do whatever you say, but please don't make me stay at home!"

Tara was almost sobbing now, and Kim gave in with a sigh. "Alright, I'll give you the address."

Kim really didn't know why she'd done that. Tara would probably be in the way more than she could help. But then again… She knew how she'd feel if Ron was in danger and she couldn't do anything to help. She sighed again.

"We're here, Miss Possible," the driver announced.

"Thanks for the ride, Mr. Goodham!"

"It's the least I could do after you got my taxi back from those criminals!"

"It was no big. I gotta jet! Bye!" Kim ran toward the warehouse. Tara was already waiting nearby, and so was Bonnie! Kim could hardly believe her eyes. Both girls seemed very worried.

"Tara, Bonnie!" Kim's surprise could clearly be heard. "What…?"

"Look, he helped me," Bonnie interrupted impatiently, "and I couldn't let Tara go to a place like this alone. So let's quit the questioning and move directly to the action part, okay?"

Kim just nodded. "Right. Well, okay. Here's the plan…"

Pain. All Ron felt at the moment was a jabbing pain in his stomach. That probably had something to do with the fists that had recently hit his stomach repeatedly. The pain was so strong that he didn't feel anything in the rest of his body, which was covered in bruises. He couldn't move, he couldn't defend himself, he could only hope that it would all be over soon. The guys hadn't said much, just something about him paying for spoiling their fun, and then they had started beating him up.

"Hey, Marv, let's take a break. My hand's hurting, and that little rat won't go anywhere," one of them said.

Marv sank his fist into Ron's stomach one last time before wiping his brow. "Yeah, I could use a beer." He turned to his captive. "Don't worry, we'll be back in a minute and talk some more," he mocked with an ugly grin. Then he turned away from Ron. "Pete, get me a beer, will ya?"

At this moment, the door was kicked in, and Kim jumped into the warehouse. The image that awaited her made her go pale: Ron was there, bound to a chair and badly beaten up. Close to him were two guys, one of which had a bottle of beer in his hand. Behind her, Tara and Bonnie stormed into the room. The horrified gasps of the other girls were what brought Kim back into action. She attacked the guys, who were slow to recover from their surprise, with a series of kicks and punches that sent them flying.

Meanwhile, Tara had run over to Ron's semi-conscious form. "Ron, we're here! We'll get you out in a second!" Her hands were shaking badly as she tried to untie him.

The guys were now lying on the floor, knocked out by Kim's furious attacks. Kim sent them a last glare, reassuring herself that they wouldn't stand up anytime soon, before turning to Ron. Tara had managed to free him from his bonds, but he looked a mess and didn't seem to be able to stand up. Kim pulled out her Kimmunicator. "Wade!"

The boy genius appeared instantly on the screen. "Kim! Did you find Ron?" he asked worriedly.

She nodded, fighting to keep her calm. "Yes. We need an ambulance and the police, Wade."

"How bad is it?" Wade asked in a frightened voice while entering the necessary commands on his keyboard.

"He was beaten up badly. I'll call you later, okay?" She glanced over at Ron, who Tara was holding in a careful embrace now.

"Of course, Kim."

Wade signed off, and Kim walked quickly over to her best friend. "Ron, how do you feel?" she asked in a tender voice.

He raised his head a little. "Hey, KP," he replied weakly. "Not too good…"

She took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, all the while fighting back tears that threatened to spill at the sight before her. "Wade called an ambulance; they should be here any minute."

"Who are these guys? Why did they beat you up like this?" Tara asked in a shaky voice.

Ron coughed. "They… they're the guys who tried to…" His whole body was shaken by another coughing fit, and he grimaced in pain. He didn't need to finish the sentence, though. Both girls understood perfectly.

"Where's Bonnie?" Tara asked in a strained whisper.

The both looked around only to find Bonnie still standing stiffly at the entrance, her whole body shaking and her eyes staring at the prone forms of the two guys.

Tara released Ron from her embrace. "Could you take care of Ron for a moment? I'll talk to Bonnie," Tara said.

Kim nodded and put her arm carefully around the shoulder of her best friend since Pre-K. His coughing had stopped, and she turned a little so he could rest his head against her shoulder.

"KP," he managed to say. "Thanks for saving me again."

"Oh Ron," she said, a few tears finally falling, "I'm so sorry I didn't get here sooner! I should've expected that they'd try something like this! I…"

"KP," he interrupted her rant with a surprisingly strong voice. He had to cough again before he could continue softly. "You did nothing wrong. I'll be ok, thanks to you, so don't beat yourself up over it."

She sniffed and hugged him a little tighter, careful not to hurt him in the process. "I just wish I'd been here sooner. How did they manage to capture you?"

"They didn't." Ron's voice was merely a whisper, but he managed to utter one last sentence before he finally lost consciousness. "They hired Shego for that."

Meanwhile, Tara had walked over to Bonnie. "It's okay, Bonnie, they can't do anything to you or anyone else anymore. They'll go to jail."

The words seemed to take some time to register with the brunette, but she finally managed to tear her gaze away from the guys, who were still knocked out. She looked at Tara, but only managed to shake her head weakly.

The blonde hugged her friend carefully. "It's okay, Bonnie, you're safe, and so is Ron."

Finally, Bonnie's stiffness vanished, and the brunette hugged her friend back, crying into her shoulder.

A few moments later, approaching sirens could be heard, and shortly after, policemen and paramedics entered the warehouse. While the police took away the two guys, who were coming to just in time, the paramedics took care of Ron and Bonnie. Tara and Kim gave Officer Hobble quick statements.

Ron and Bonnie were in the ambulance already, when Kim stopped Tara, who was about to climb into the car as well. At the blonde's questioning glance, Kim cleared her throat. "Tara, could you take care of them? There's something I need to do, but I'll be with you all as soon as possible."

"I will, Kim," was Tara's reply. "Don't take too long."

"I won't," Kim answered with a grim expression. "I'll just have a word with an old foe of mine…"