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Here Is a Case Unprecedented

"You really want me to..." Shego asked in disbelief.

"Shoot her. Yes. She's your enemy, kill her."

Shego quickly aimed the pistol at Gemini. "Let her go."

The man with the eye patch turned to other agents in WEE uniforms. "Train your weapons on Ms. Possible."

"I'll shoot," Shego threatened.

"You might," Gemini conceded, "if the gun were loaded."

"It's a test, you idiot," Kim groaned. "You should have tried to shoot me."

"Well what if it had been loaded?"

"You could have tried to wing me."

"The two of you may continue your discussion from your cells. Keep your weapons trained on Ms. Possible," he told the agents, "it appears it will keep the former Agent Delta under control."

Shego breathed a sigh of relief, Kim was safe and no cell could hold her for long. Gemini seemed to guess her thoughts. He held a hand up to stop his men for a moment. "Do you remember those tests we ran on you when you first joined – when we said we needed to know the full extent of your powers?

Shego nodded.

"We were also evaluating what it would require to hold you, should the need arise. Most members of WEE joined for ideological reasons."

"That's a lie," Shego snorted.

"It is quite true. As a mercenary your devotion to the cause was always suspect. While you were unusually efficient there was always the chance someone would make you a more lucrative offer." He waved his hand and the guards escorted the two women to the holding area.

There was no lock to pick on Shego's cell. The electronic controls for the green woman's cell stood about seven meters from the cell itself. So confident were their guards that the man who keyed in the code to open the cell didn't even try to hide it from Kim. Gemini monitored their arrival through a camera mounted on the wall, and spoke a word of welcome into the microphone by his chair. "I hope you will forgive the Spartan accommodations. But perhaps you won't be staying with us very long. We will evaluate your worth to us and decide on the length of your stay."

"Is he always that melodramatic?" Kim whispered to the guard who locked her into her conventional cell.

"Pretty much," he whispered in a voice low enough to keep the video camera from picking it up.

Kim took a few minutes to look her cell over. As holding cells for villains wanting world domination went it wasn't bad – there was a partition to give the prisoner a bit of privacy when on the toilet and there didn't appeared to be any nozzles for spraying gas into the cell or laser death rays mounted in the ceiling light. As she looked it over she heard a few explosions from a nearby cell.

"Well," Kim called to Shego – in a cell on the other side of the holding room and not directly across from her, "can it really contain your plasma power?"

"Tried heat and concussive blasts," Shego answered. "Looks like they did a really good job."

"I will make a note of that," Gemini's sardonic voice sounded over the loudspeaker. "The R and D department deserves a raise."

"You should have shot me, you know," Kim scolded Shego.

"I couldn't shoot you."

"Why not? You could have wounded me or something. Then you could have rescued me."

"Damn it, Kim, I love you."

"You love me?"

"Yes, I love you. And there is no way in hell I could shoot you. Not even a little bit."

"They say you always hurt the one you love."

"I'm pretty sure that doesn't apply here."

Gemini's voice came out of the speaker again, "Wait a minute. You said you loved her?"

"Yes."

"That is a ridiculous cover story."

"What are you talking about?" Kim demanded.

"My mole in Global Justice suspects my sister planted a spy in my organization. The fact Shego went to you as her contact proves she is the spy."

"I don't work for Global Justice," Kim insisted.

"And I went to see her for a night of wild sex. I love her."

"And your story is impossible," Gemini insisted. "You two are enemies. You tried to kill her. The idea of you two entering into a relationship is absurd. No rational person could consider it. She was obviously intended for that blond guy she used to hang around with - whatever his name was."

"Anyone who can't accept people change is an idiot," Shego snarled. "Kim was my enemy. Fine. We got over it. I love her, and that's the reason I went to see her."

"You're telling me she is not an agent of Global Justice?"

"Not that I know of. How in the hell do I know who belongs to Global Justice. I was there to make love."

"If you are telling the truth it appears I may have made a mistake in ordering her capture and your incarceration."

"Thank you, Mr. Obvious. Can I get out of jail free now?"

"Terribly sorry, but it doesn't work that way. You did point a gun at me and were insubordinate. I'm afraid I have to have you killed as an example. Can't have you aim a weapon at me and survive - it would set a most unfortunate precedent."

"Wonderful," Kim muttered.

"Oh, but one piece of good news," Gemini announced.

"And that is?"

"Well, if you're not Global Justice agents it means you have little potential value as hostages. Your stay in the cells will probably be a short one."

Gemini returned to other business. Shego waited a few minutes before saying, "Kim?"

"Yes."

"I said I love you. How do you feel about me?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, there're times I feel like you only got in bed with me because you're lonely and desperate. It would be nice to hear you say–"

"This is not a great time to talk."

"I happen to know you aren't working on a paper at the moment, what's the problem?"

"Have you noticed that we're being held prisoner by an egomaniacal madman?"

"Yes. What's your point?"

"It rather kills the mood."

"Hypothetically speaking, where would you rather discuss the subject – in bed after we've just had an intense session of sex and I can sigh with happiness when you express your deepest feelings – or a very expensive restaurant where I can't make a scene when you dump me?"

"Do I get my choice of beds? I really need to clean my apartment."

"I'll rent the bridal suite for the best hotel in Providence after we get out of here."

"That will be nice. But if you don't mind, I'm still trying to figure out how to break out of my cell right now. You're still experimenting in yours, aren't you?"

"Yes I am, but no success so far."

Kim's cell wouldn't have held Shego for two minutes, but the metal bars were too strong for Kim who had nothing but her bare hands and the blankets on the cot for tools.

"I'd ask for a lesson on lock picking," Kim called, "But that probably takes some kind of tool, doesn't it?"

"Wire is very nice. You can order some when they ask what you want to eat."

"Who wrote that poem about 'stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage'?"

"I don't know. You're the college girl."

"It strikes me that he was a moron."

Shego groaned, "I'd like to strike you for a comment like that."

Kim wondered why she hadn't thought of it sooner, "I'll bet that cell they put you in cost a lot of money."

"I imagine that's true. Looks like they got their money's worth."

"What I'm saying is, they had to put you in that one, right? They surely don't have two."

Shego took the hint. She peered out between whatever plasma-proof material formed the bars on her cell. Kim waved to make sure Shego knew which cell held her.

"One?" Kim asked

"Two," Shego yawned deliberately. "The more sleep the better. You'd better not try and interfere with mine."

"I'll stay out of your way," Kim promised, "Trust me. I know better than to let you hurt me."

The two women lay on their cots and tried to rest during the day. When not sleeping they also made and discarded plans in their minds. They did their level best to make monitor duty as dull as possible for whoever had been assigned the task of watching them.

Kim had managed to fall asleep by two in the morning, when the plasma blast from Shego took out the front of her cell. Kim quickly stepped over the debris and punched in the code opening Shego's prison.

"Thanks," Shego told her, and blasted the video camera trained on them and the control panel for her cell, leaving it inoperable.

"Out the ventilating system?" Kim suggested.

"No way. A, It's not big enough. B, They'll be expecting it. And C. You couldn't think of a bigger cliché?"

"I used to get into Drakken's lairs-"

"This isn't one of Drakken's lairs. But jerk the cover off. Make them think we're in the system. They'll waste time looking for us."

"I still think–"

"Oh, and D., I've been here for months checking the place out. Trust me, Princess, when I tell you it's not an option. If it was I'd have been sneaking out to see you more often."

"Since you know the place, what do we do?"

"Right now you pull the grill off the vent. I need to knock out the four guards who're about to come through that door behind us."

"Need any help?"

"No, but thanks for the offer."

By the time Kim had the ventilator shaft open three guards lay unconscious on the floor. "I'm insulted," Shego complained. "Gemini should have posted more guards."

"What do we do?"

"We open the doors on the other end of the holding cell, so they can't be sure where we went - and then we hide in our cells."

"What?"

"After breaking out, and with the guards lying unconscious here they're not going to look for us in the cells we escaped from. In four hours we'll talk about the next step."

"You open the doors, I'll strip the uniforms off these guys."

"Is there a reason you suddenly got kinky - or do you want to check out their junk?"

"If they think I'm in a WEE uniform they may mess themselves up while they're looking for us."

"Good thinking."

As Kim stripped the last of the three guards, and wished he hadn't gone commando, Shego pushed open the door on the other side of the cell bay area, sounding another alarm since she hadn't put the code on the key pad. With the blanket down over the edge of her cot to keep her out of sight Kim rolled under the cot and up against the wall. Shego decided to sit on the privacy of her 'throne' in the screened off toilet.

Kim was not impressed with WEE efficiency; it was a full nine minutes before more guards arrived, although the early arrivals might have waited for the safety of numbers. Fully a dozen of them crowded the limited area in the middle of the room surrounded by cells. Ten looked around nervously as two others tried to rouse the original three.

"Ventilator shaft is open," one said - pointing to what everyone could see and knew.

"Yeah, but the alarm went off when they opened that door," another said, pointing.

"Just a distraction," a third guessed. "I'll bet they went that way." He pointed towards the door the three guards on duty had entered.

"And what happened to these guys' uniforms?"

"The redhead's probably dressed like a WEE agent now. Don't trust nobody."

"But she'd only need one. Why'd they take three?"

"Maybe somebody broke in to help them," one nervous agent suggested.

The occasional sound of gunfire in the distance as WEE agents confronted one another was one of the factors which kept Kim from a restful sleep. The other was the call of nature that she couldn't answer for fear WEE agents might make a shortcut through the holding area during their search. She wished she had followed Shego's lead in terms of hiding places. Shego sat uncomfortably on her 'throne' wishing she had followed Kim's example. She wanted a nap and couldn't take one sitting up.

At six Shego cautiously lifted the blanket on Kim's cot, "We need to talk."

"After I hit the toilet."

Shego was waiting for her under the cot. The space was too crowded for the two to stay together long, but they had a hurried conversation in whispers.

"What is this place?'

"Sort of a Sam's Club for terrorists. Ideology doesn't matter, they'll sell you any weapon they've got - and they've got everything."

"Why doesn't someone stop them?"

"We want the names and locations of everyone they're selling to."

"How do we get out?"

"Told you, this place is a fortress. It would take an army to get in here - and probably one to get out. They've got the three entrances clamped down tight now. They want us. If we escape they have to move it all."

"Stay low 'til they think we've escaped?"

"They may do a systematic search before that. Someone might get a clue. I think a little more chaos would be good. And if I can make it to the storage areas and blow up some stuff - even better."

"Want me to get in a WEE uniform?"

"Yeah, I… No, stay like you are. I captured you - you're my prisoner. I have a gun pointed at you."

"Great. Now you'll shoot me. Why couldn't you shoot me earlier when it mattered?"

"I'm not going to shoot you. Let's try not to be seen too close to here. We'll try to cause problems and get back here while they're looking elsewhere."

Kim gave her a kiss for luck.

They made it halfway to the weapons before encountering any WEE agents. The Kim as prisoner ploy seemed to work well. Half a dozen agents were knocked out, stripped of their uniforms and the uniforms of five stuffed into incinerator chutes. The sixth looked like it would fit Kim very well, "And when any of those guys wake up they'll spread the news I'm not in a uniform."

Shego nodded and Kim quickly slipped on the purple uniform.

"Wow," Kim said softly as she looked at stacks, and crates, and racks of guns, bombs, ammunition, mines, shoulder-fired missiles and things she couldn't immediately identify. Shego looked the selection over, and picked up a conventional grenade.

"Want to do the honors, Princess?"

"Honors?"

"Toss out the first grenade. I'd advise over there," she pointed. "Cause a lot of noise and a bit of destruction but not too bad. Toss it over in that stuff," Shego pointed to the other side of the huge store area, "and Massachusetts will have a new bay the size of Rhode Island."

"Nothing like putting a little pressure on me," Kim muttered.

"Toss the grenade and run like hell," Shego advised.

"What will you be doing?"

"I've got a back way to the cells. I know this place. I hope to cause a little more chaos before I get back."

"You aren't going to do anything stupidly brave, are you?"

"You obviously have me confused with someone else. You know how to use a grenade or not?"

"Pull the pin, count five, and throw?"

"Only if you're worried about some enemy picking it up and throwing it back at you. Doesn't apply here. Pull the pin - roll it over there immediately, and run like hell."

"Check." Kim glanced up to ask another question, but Shego was gone. The redhead sighed, pulled the pin, rolled the grenade, and ran.

She was making good time when she turned a corner and saw five WEE agents coming toward her. "Run!" she screamed, "they're right behind me!" and ran straight through the group and kept on going. The group hesitated, then turned to run themselves.

Which is when the blast hit.

The force of the explosion knocked all six off their feet. Kim, the only one expecting the blast and forty yards further away, rolled to her feet and kept on running. Three of the WEE agents stayed down. Two of the agents staggered to their feet.

"What happened?"

"What did you say?"

"I can't hear you."

"What?"

Her ears still ringing Kim rolled beneath the cot. She hoped Shego had made it back. That hope was reinforced as gunfire echoed through the corridors for the next three hours. With WEE apparently under assault from within, by an unknown enemy, and a dozen uniforms having been stolen no one knew who to trust. Kim's hearing gradually returned to normal. She heard a couple groups move through the holding area. An eerie silence fell over the WEE stronghold, and then the lights went out.

Kim lay in the darkness for about a half hour, wondering what to do, when she noticed a green glow coming from the further door into the holding area. She slipped out from under the bed. On another day she might have hidden and tried to surprise Shego. Today she just wanted assurance the other woman was fine. "Shego?"

"Jesus, Kim, do you have to give yourself away like that?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if it was Gemini with a green flashlight or something?"

"Then I'd kick him in the rear. You okay?"

"I'm fine. Just a day in the life of us suave secret agent types."

"So what happened?"

"WEE decided they were under attack and took off. Explosions had the SWAT teams there. There are also a few GJ agents at monitoring positions outside. I think most of the WEE agents were rounded up as they tried to run. This base got closed down with no causalities among the good guys."

"But you were trying to get information on the locations of terrorists groups. That was your mission."

"Well, while you were cowering in fear I grabbed every hard drive and anything else I could with records. If I'm lucky we got it, but GJ will have to move fast."

"I'm going back to my apartment and sleeping for a day. Or you can come back with me and we won't sleep at all."

Shego gave Kim a kiss, "Wonderful as that sounds I'm going to have massive debriefing. I think some reporters got the word on the police action. Global Justice can claim me, but you'll probably be in the papers or TV tomorrow."

"I don't want to be on the news."

"Why not?"

"I'm not ready to come out to my dad about us yet, remember? He'll want to know why WEE grabbed me, and there is no good way to explain that without you in the story."

"You serious?"

"Absolutely. Can you get me out of here without anyone seeing me?"

"Global Justice and the cops are watching too closely to get out unseen. But GJ can smuggle you out without the reporters seeing anything. I'll call you an anonymous civilian prisoner. I'll say you don't want your name in the paper 'cause you were cheating on your husband."

"Why do you need to say anything?"

"In case they ask why the innocent anonymous civilian was there."

"Can I be a mistake? They meant to grab someone else?"

"You never let me have any fun."

"You want fun? It's about three weeks 'til Spring Break. Think you can get some time off after this mission?"

"Probably. Can I take you somewhere warm and sunny?"

"No, you can go home with me for a fun-filled week in Middleton."

"You are sick and twisted."

"Okay, only if Mom lets us sleep in the same room. Warm and sunny if she says no."

"I can live with that."

"And do you remember promising me a night in the bridal suite at the best hotel in Providence?"

"Best hotel," Shego mused. "That could get expensive. Think you're worth it?"

Kim's tongue slowly traced its way around Shego's ear, "What do you think?" she whispered.