ANOMALY

Written by fulwiz

Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. References to real life persons, places, things and events are used in a fictitious manner. I'm not making a single cent from this. Please don't sue me. Original characters come from my own twisted mind.

Warning: This story contains profanity, sexual situations, mature themes and violence.

CHAPTER 05: Do What You Do.

Nancy Possible passed through the doors of the Go City regional headquarters of Global Justice. Two guards in plainclothes were stationed beside the entrance. She could almost hear their spines snapping straight as they came to attention. She strode past them to an innocuous looking reception desk. A sign on the wall behind the desk told the world this was the offices of Global Imports, the cover name used to keep the secret operation a secret. It was an idea borrowed from one of their sister clandestine organizations, the United Kingdom's MI6.

The dimpled blonde receptionist hung up her phone in it's cradle and gave her a smile as she approached. "Good morning Director Possible. Agent Du is waiting for you in briefing room two. Second floor, first door to the right as you exit the elevator."

A minute later, she entered the briefing room. As promised, Special Agent Mustafa Du awaited her. He was a slender man with the dark hair and swarthy skin indicative of his middle eastern heritage. He sported a thick black mustache on his misleadingly youthful face. He wasn't alone in the room.

A second man sat quietly at the briefing table as they exchanged greetings. He had light brown hair and wore a nondescript black suit and tie.

Mustafa motioned for her to sit as he introduced the other man. "This is Agent Jones of the FBI. I asked him to join us as he has pertinent information concerning the matter at hand."

As she took a seat, she addressed the federal agent. "I wasn't aware the FBI had an interest in the NeuGenetics case. There was nothing in the file."

Jones gestured to a folder sitting in the middle of the table. It was a copy of the file she referred to. The only difference being, it was obviously thicker than her own. "That is because our agency asked that any information concerning to us be expunged from it. You see, your investigation touched upon one of our ongoing cases."

Mustafa leaned over and picked up the folder. He placed in front of her as he sat down. "The FBI has been investigating the Brotherson crime syndicate for years. They approached me a couple months after I took over the case and asked that we curtail our efforts in that direction."

Jones gave a curt nod. "My superiors felt it might hinder our attempts to bring them to justice if another agency was sniffing around."

Nancy composed her face to blankness. She didn't want to show the anger and frustration building inside her. Inter-agency cooperation was all well and good, but she didn't have to like it. Especially when it put a child at risk. "The NeuGenetics case is essentially closed. We don't intend to interfere with yours. Our only concern is the welfare of the girl."

Jones swallowed and looked a bit uncomfortable. "That is why I'm here." He picked up the briefcase that was sitting beside his chair, placed it on the table and popped the latches. "According to one of our informants, she is no longer associated with the Brotherson family." From the case, he pulled a large photograph. With a flick, he slid it across the table. "We've learned she left their employ not long ago under less than favorable circumstances."

The picture slid to a stop in front of her. The shot was slightly grainy, obviously from a hidden surveillance camera. She saw the image of a young teenage girl with reddish-orange hair. Her bright blue eyes were twinkling as she walked down a city street with a slightly older blonde girl.

Her heart sank when she heard him say the word employ. It wasn't how one would refer to a person under coercion. She had the distinct feeling it wasn't the only bad news she was going to hear from the FBI man. "What circumstances?"

He pulled out another photo and slid it across the table. It came to a stop next to the one under her slightly trembling fingers. This one showed a young, and very obese, man standing next to a hot dog vender's cart. A half eaten dog was in his hand while he chewed with blatant delight. "That is Brian Dominic Brotherson. Nephew of Guido Nunzio Brotherson, the head of the family. From what we've been able to piece together, he recruited the girl into the family business as a thief not long after the raid on NeuGenetics."

Nancy held up her hand and interrupted him. "A thief? But she's just a child!"

Jones sighed. "Yes she is a child. She's also, from what we know, an extremely talented thief. She's never been caught at it, but circumstantial evidence puts her as the lead suspect in over fifty burglaries to date. We do, however, surmise she wanted out of it. The last we heard of her, she allegedly absconded with about a hundred grand of the mob's illegal gambling money and skipped town."

Once again, he reached into his briefcase. A third picture joined the two already on the table. Agent Du spoke as she stared at it. "We don't know for sure yet, but there is reason to believe she might be in Colorado, the Tri-Cities area to be exact. That was taken at a crime scene last night in Upperton. It matches the M. O. ascribed to her."

Jones added. "B. D. Brotherson has also left Go City, and was last seen in Lowerton." He closed the briefcase. "Everything else we know is appended to the file." He shook his head as he watched the woman start to pale. "I've been on the mafia task force for over a decade. In my opinion, she's on the run and he is hunting her down. We don't have the manpower to follow this up, but you do. Find her before he does or she is as good as dead." He paused for a moment. "That is, if you still think she's worth saving."

Nancy Possible tore her gaze away from the picture. She couldn't reconcile what it showed with her memory of those bright blue, innocent, eyes she first saw in the basement lab at NeuGenetics.

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As her first week of school drew to a close, Anne O'Malley found herself alone in the Middleton High School gymnasium. It was Friday afternoon, and almost time for the first scheduled practice of the gymnastics team. She let out a small grunt of effort as she strained her leotard covered body in the effort to move the pommel horse over next to the rest of the equipment.

With a final heave, she got the heavy apparatus into it's proper place. At least she hoped it was. The books she checked out from the local library didn't all agree on the best placement. Before she signed up for gymnastics, she never thought about it. The books were all she had to go on. The same applied to her knowledge of the sport itself.

Taking a couple steps back, she shrugged. There was only one way to find out if everything was right. Flexing her leg muscles, she leapt onto the horse. Her hands grasped the pommels and she lifted herself astride it. Copying the diagrams from the books, she lifted up on extended arms and began what the books called a beginner routine.

After that she moved on to each station in turn. Next was the rings, then the balance beam, and finally the parallel bars. On each one she pushed herself harder, doing the intermediate, then advanced routines. She was concentrating so hard on getting the moves right, she didn't notice the rest of the team arriving. With a final swing, she somersaulted into the air and planted her landing on the mat with her arms raised above her head.

Her face turned bright red as finally noticed her teammates when they broke out in cheers and clapping.

Liz broke away from the group and rushed up to her. Like Anne, she was wearing a leotard, but her's was black to Anne's white. "Wow Anne! Those were some, like, totally gnarly moves!"

The other two girls on the team came closer, echoing Liz's sentiments. Raya Pauseable had shoulder length blonde hair and glasses. She wore a bright pink leotard and rainbow colored leg warmers. Next to her was Vivian Porter, also blonde, with Farrah Fawcett tresses. She was wearing a pair of very tight blue short shorts and a white t-shirt.

Anne could not help noticing, even though they were all the same age, both blondes were more physically mature then Liz or herself. That they were not wearing bras under their tight outfits made it abundantly clear. She had to force away unbidden thoughts of her former lover Penny, who was also a well endowed blonde.

She almost had almost succeeded when she heard a loud male voice echo through the gym. It was a voice all of them knew all too well.

"Ladies. We have a small problem."

All four girls turned to look toward the gym doors. As expected, Mr. Barkin stood at the entrance. He stepped forward, revealing Summer Gale, in her cheerleading uniform, standing behind him. The self-satisfied look on her face as she applied bright cherry red lipstick to her smiling lips boded ill.

Barkin confirmed their bad feeling with his next words. "Due to a scheduling conflict, the gymnastics team will not be able to use the gym to conduct after school practices."

Anne noticed Summer's smile grow broader. She guessed she already knew the answer, but asked anyway. "Why not Mr. Barkin?"

"Because O'Malley, it has been brought to my attention that the Cheer Squad, due to a lack of new members this year, is in need of extra practice time. We will try to find other accommodations, but failing that, we may have to cancel the gymnastics program this year."

The reasoning he gave was completely illogical to Anne. She opened her mouth to reply. Before she got the words out she noticed something. It was the smallest thing, but she knew there would be little chance of getting the man to change his mind. Rather than disappoint her new friends, she thought hard about a way to keep the team together. A solution came to her.

"Do we have to practice on school property?"

She saw both Barkin's and Summer's faces change. His face showed confusion, while hers went from the smile to a deep frown.

Barkin cleared his throat. "I don't see why not O'Malley. As long as there is adult supervision, that is. However, at this time we cannot spare any of the teachers or staff..."

Anne cut him off with her own smiling reply. "No biggie then. We can practice at my house. I'll have my mom call and confirm she can supervise us."

Barkin glanced over his shoulder at Summer. She gave him a cold stare. He turned back and shrugged. "Fine. I'll be expecting the call."

With that, he turned and exited the gym. Summer stood there for a few seconds more. The look she gave Anne was one of pure hatred.

Ignoring the cheerleader, Anne grinned at her teammates. "Come on girls. Let's put the equipment away so the cheerleaders can have room for their much needed practice. We'll met at my house tomorrow for ours."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Summer storm away. She figured she could pull this off as long as Barkin didn't actually want to confirm her mother's presence at a practice session. She tried not to let her anger at Summer show on her face. She knew the cheerleader had it in for her, but until now, she had no idea how far she was willing to go.

The tiny smudge of cherry red lipstick she saw on the fly of Barkin's slacks was all she needed to know.