A/N: Some changes here and there in this chapter. Hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible. It belongs to Disney and its creators. If it was in the show, I don't own it. I am not doing this for money, only for fun and practice.

Claimer: Krista Ruthie Moore is my OC. If you want to use her, please ask.

Chapter 8: All Or Nothing

Denver, Colorado, December 27, 2 P.M.

"My daughter is missing!" Thomas stood next to his wife as they informed the police that Krista was missing.

"Okay, sir, calm down. Is it possible your daughter just wandered off on her own and didn't tell you?" the officer asked.

"No, not possible. Krista is very responsible. She would never go somewhere without getting our permission first," Andrea replied.

"Have you tried to contact her?" the officer continued, jotting notes in his journal.

"We've tried her cell phone six times, and it just goes to voicemail. We've also called her friend Chelsea to see if she's heard from her, but she hasn't," Thomas said.

Thomas's assistant Veronica tapped him on the shoulder. "Sir, I think you should see this." She handed him his cell phone, which was opened up to his email. He had one new message in his inbox.

If you ever want to see your daughter again, wire the address below two billion dollars by midnight tomorrow night.

Thomas and Andrea stared wide-eyed at the email. Krista had been kidnapped.

"Who is this from?" Thomas asked Veronica.

"I don't know, sir. When I looked at the email address it was just a jumble of numbers and letters. And the address attached didn't help much either," Veronica replied.

The officer looked over at Thomas's phone, and got an idea. "I know someone who can figure that out for you."

Andrea looked at him hopefully. "Who?"

"Kim Possible."

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Middleton, Colorado, December 27, 2:15 P.M.

Beep beep be beep

Kim pressed a button on her Kimmunicator watch and Wade's face popped up on the tiny screen.

"What up, Wade?" she asked.

"I got more information on Drakken and Shego," Wade replied. Ron, who had been sitting next to Kim on their couch, inched closer so he could hear as well.

"Spill," Kim said.

"The Denver Police Department forwarded me a ransom email. They asked me to track the address, and guess who it led to?"

"Señor Senior Junior!" Ron suddenly shouted. Both Kim and Wade stared at him.

"Uh, Ron? I think Wade means it was Drakken and Shego," Kim said.

Ron looked down sheepishly. "Oh."

Kim turned her attention back to Wade. "So who's their hostage this time?"

"It's the daughter of the CEO of a major company, Krista Moore," Wade said. Kim and Ron winced. Just hearing the name 'Krista' brought back bad memories.

"So what's their location?" Kim asked.

"Sending the coordinates to your car now," Wade replied.

"Thanks Wade. You rock," Kim said. She and Ron quickly changed into their mission gear and headed off to Denver, Colorado.

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Denver, Colorado, December 27, 2:30 P.M.

Thomas paced back and forth in his hotel room. Kim Possible? Why did they have to call Kim Possible?

"Dear, it's going to be okay," Andrea tried to calm her husband down. Thomas stopped pacing and stared at his wife.

"It is not going to be okay. They are going to find out everything, Andrea!" Thomas said.

"You don't know that."

"If I thought they weren't going to find out, would I be panicking like this?" Thomas had a point. There was a very strong chance that Team Possible was going to find out everything, and that could land them in jail for life…

Flashback

Thomas and Andrea Moore stared into the nursery. The baby they were looking for was sleeping soundly. Dr. West, one of their closest friends, came up behind them.

"Is everything set?" Thomas asked, turning to face his friend.

"Yes. Are you sure this is a good idea?" Dr. West replied.

"Of course. No one will ever know. As long as you keep your mouth shut," Thomas said. Dr. West took a deep breath. No one better find out. If anyone did, he would lose his job for sure and possibly go to jail.

He led the couple into the nursery, making sure no one else was around. Since it was two in the morning, no nurses were bustling in the hallways. They were completely alone. He made his way over to the baby they had asked for, and carefully picked her up and handed her to Andrea.

Andrea cradled her in her arms. "She's beautiful."

Thomas put a hand on her shoulder. "And in a week, she'll officially be ours."

End Flashback

If Team Possible found out about that night, they would for sure be done for. There was a reason behind all of this, a reason they didn't want them to find out. And if they had any say in it, Team Possible wouldn't have a clue what happened.

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Outside Middleton, Colorado, December 27, 3 P.M.

Kim and Ron easily maneuvered around the dark hallways of the lair. Though this one was new, it was just like the others. All villains seemed to like to set up their lairs in the same general way.

They stopped at an arch in the hallway, which lead to the main area of the lair. Kim poked her head around the corner, but found no one in sight. She turned back to her husband.

"Okay, Ron, here's the plan-"

Kim was cut off by the sound of Drakken's voice. "THERE IS NO PLAN!" The two heroes turned toward the main lair, where they saw Drakken looking their way. Since there was no point in hiding, they emerged into the light and faced their foe.

"We've been expecting you, Kimberly Anne," he said. Kim rolled her eyes. Why did he always have to use her middle name?

"Okay, Drakken, I'm gonna make this easy for you for old times' sake. Just release the CEO's daughter, and maybe your jail sentence will be cut down," Kim ordered.

"Why would I release my only bargaining chip? I want my money, and I'm going to get it! SHEGO!" Suddenly, a panel in the ceiling opened, and the very-familiar hovercar came just low enough for Drakken to hop in. Shego was at the controls, and there was a girl in the back who was tied up and gagged.

Kim stared at her. A rush of emotions came over her. The blonde hair, the freckles, those emerald green eyes... They could only belong to…

It was impossible, yet it all made sense now. When they had asked to see their daughter for one last time, the doctor in charge, Dr. West, had told them they had already removed the body, in case a serious and contagious infection was to blame for their daughter's death. But here, right in front of them…

"Ron, that's our daughter."

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-LP99