III.

Anne Possible drummed her fingers on the dresser. She frowned, staring at the outfit that lay on the bed. "I shouldn't. Kimmie was sure the surveillance would work. But what if whoever is doing this is disguised? Or...or wearing a veil, or....I have to make sure." She began unbuttoning her blouse.

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Ron Stoppable lay bonelessly as soft lips placed fleeting kisses along his jaw and neck. A soft, sultry voice whispered, "Now, isn't it better when you don't have me kidnapped and we go together?"

Ron grinned but refused to open his eyes.

The soft kisses continued, "Why were you late? You almost missed the flight." The lips moved to the large ears. Ron moaned.

"Honey?" The soft lips were replaced by sharp teeth.

"Owwww, No bite, KP, no bite."

"Talk."

"Welll, this isn't only our yearly honeymoon, KP. In order for the company to write it off, we have to do some business."

Kim lifted her head, "And?"

Ron opened his eyes and smiled. "I think you'll enjoy it. You get to take down a bad guy."

Kim quirked a questioning brow.

"See, somebody has been breaking into the Paris warehouse. You get to take him down, with your trusty sidekick, of course." Ron grinned at his wife.

"And you know the burglar will be there how?" Kim asked.

"Not one hundred percent sure, sweetheart, but the exercise itself will allow the write off. Then we can go for an early morning walk along the Seine, maybe some crepes at that little cafe."

Kim sat up straighter, hiding her grin as her husband's eyes widened and then glazed. "Head in the game, Ron, how do you know it's only one burglar?"

"Uh...what? Ummm....Oh, we've caught him on surveillance cameras." Ron finally managed. Swallowing his drool.

"If you've got him on camera, why don't the police just pick him up?" Kim questioned.

"He's wearing some kind of mask. Some of the experts also think he's wearing some sort of body altering equipment. Padded shoulders, that sort of thing."

Kim jerked. "Turn the plane around." she moaned.

"What?"

Kim scrambled for her clothes, "Turn the plane around, now." She ground out. Pulling her top over her head.

"Kim," Ron rolled over, opening a porthole, "see those lights? That's Orly field."

Kim flopped on the bed, moaning.

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Anne looked over her shoulder into her full length mirror. Patting her bottom she sighed, "I think I will take Kimmie up on her offer to use their gym." Picking up one of Kim's old equipment belts, she strapped it around her cargo pants clad hips, walking toward the door. "All I have to do is stay hidden until the surveillance activates, then catch whoever in the act." She headed for her car.

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"Well? Get up and do something." Kim growled.

Ron folded his arms behind his head. "Kim, think about this a minute. We're in Paris. If we go home, we have to find a new flight crew, file the plans, and refuel. Believe me, the North Sea is not a place you want to go swimming at this time of year. So we're looking at ten to twelve hours before we can get back to Middleton." He raised his eyebrows, "Mind telling me what the emergency is?"

"Emergency?" Kim squeaked, "Ah, well...I...ah...I left the oven on!"

"Now, KP, you know Wade security rigged the kitchen so that you can only use the water taps." Ron grinned, then frowned, "May have to rethink that. You'd be amazed at what they started charging us for flood insurance after you forgot to pull the drain plug."

"Never mind that." Kim gritted, "I have to get home now!"

Ron raised his brows questioningly.

Kim slumped. Her eyes suddenly became damp, her bottom lip thrust forward and quivering.

Ron cringed. "No need to bring out the heavy artillery, honey." He stretched to grab the inter-cabin phone. "Captain, get us turned around" "I'll explain later, just get whatever done and head for Middleton." Ron glanced at Kim. "Right, thank you." He hung the phone up. "OK, we'll be in Middleton ASAP. So any ideas on how to pass the time?"

Kim smiled.

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From the branches she was hiding in, Anne watched the stranger kneel to place a white rose on James grave. The black skirted woman, knelt for a moment, then stood, turned, and began walking away. "Now!" Anne exulted. Leaping from the tree she felt a sharp tug. Regaining her balance she felt a chill. Looking down at her bare legs and booted feet she groaned, "Oh, no, I had Ronald's pants!"