Authors Note: I'm thrilled that this story idea is going over so well. I'm having a lot of fun building Camille as a main character. Thanks to everyone who has taken the time to read and review. I'm glad people are enjoying it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible.
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"I want your horror, I want your design,
'Cause you're a criminal as long as you're mine,
I want your love."
~Lady Gaga, 'Bad Romance'
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Kim was feeling tense as she waited for Ron outside her house. Like they had been doing for the past three years, they would be walking to school together. She couldn't wait for him to arrive. They had not spoken the previous night like they had planned.
She had first tried to call him almost immediately after cheer practice, but she had only received his voicemail. That was how it had been the entire night. She had called him numerous times while he was out with Camille and he never answered. She couldn't help but think that it was done intentionally by his new girlfriend. She had tried calling his house later in the evening, but he wasn't home. Even at eleven at night, Ron's mother informed her that he still hadn't come home from school yet. Kim briefly considered asking Wade to locate him with the tracking chip. But with the guilt she was feeling already, along with the lies she had told so that he wouldn't get angry, she just couldn't bring herself to do it.
There was something very wrong with the whole situation. Whether Camille was just being overprotective and jealous or something worse, she could not determine at this point. All she knew was that it could escalate to something truly disastrous if it was not dealt with swiftly. The worst part about it all was that it could be equally as bad for either of the teen heroes. If Ron wound up getting hurt by Camille dumping him because of Kim's meddling he would be heartbroken and maybe even feel resentment toward his best friend. Then again, if Camille actually did succeed in taking Ron from her, she would no doubt feel the pain of losing him.
She let out a frustrated sigh as she thought about all the possibilities. After a few more minutes of waiting she saw Ron walking down the sidewalk toward her house. She wasn't sure how exactly she was going to go about telling him what had happened yesterday, but she knew it had to be done. She forced a smile onto her face as he neared.
"Yo KP!" he greeted cheerfully.
"Hey Ron."
"Who's ready to seize the day? Or carpet diet as they would say in Latin."
"That's carpe diem, Ron."
"Ah. No wonder I got a D on the last test."
"You seem pretty happy today. Any reason?"
"Oh yeah. Big night last night. Went on my first date with my first girlfriend," he said before he started giggling. "Can you believe that? Can you believe those words actually came out of my mouth? I actually have a girlfriend!"
"Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about that."
"By the way, sorry for not calling you last night. Camille suggested we turn our phones off so nothing would spoil our first date. And then I got back so late that I figured you would be sleeping. So I didn't call."
Kim frowned as they walked. She was wide awake until around one in the morning. She couldn't sleep knowing that she had to talk to him.
"It's okay Ron, though I'm surprised you were out so late…"
"Ah yeah, that. When you're with someone who's eighteen you can do all sorts of fun stuff. Or rather they can do it for you and let you share in the benefits."
"So I take it you had a good time?"
"Good? It was great!" he raved. "We went to this expensive restaurant place, and a movie, and we just hung out all around town. Did you know she has this awesome car? It really puts my scooter to shame."
"I think anything with an engine would put your scooter to shame," she smiled.
"Yeah, that's true. But wow, we just had so much fun. And then there are the personal parts I can't tell you about."
"Please don't."
Ron laughed at his friend's reaction.
"Oh relax, it was just kissing. Nothing personal personal."
She was happy to hear that. She wouldn't have known what to think had there been more. She quickly decided to change the subject away from the personal aspects of his date.
"Ron, I wanted to talk to you about yesterday after cheer practice," she said cautiously.
"Sure, what's up?"
"I don't know an easy way to say this. But Camille said some stuff to me. Weird stuff."
"Weird stuff? Like what?"
"Well… I don't remember it word for word, but she said stuff like I wasn't going to be involved in your life anymore, and that I was going to lose you to her."
Ron frowned as a puzzled look crossed his face. The look changed to one of curiosity as he turned his head to look at her.
"Are you sure? Maybe you're just majorly misinterpreting her."
"There's no misinterpreting what I saw and heard," she said before taking a deep breath. "Ron, I hate to say it, but the way she looked at me was just, well, evil."
He let out a small laugh when he heard the word "evil".
"Okay, now I know that it was all just a misunderstanding. Camille is one of the nicest people I've ever met. I'm sure once we get to school we can sort this out. There's no way she's 'evil', Kim."
"But you should have just heard the way she was talking to me, and seen the way she looked at me."
"Kim, I remember when you thought Yori was evil and working for Monkey Fist, and you thought she had kidnapped me. Ring any bells?"
It did. All too well.
"But Ron this is different."
"Are you sure you're just not jelling again?"
"I was not jelling!" she protested.
Ron raised his hands in surrender.
"Okay okay, you weren't jelling. But you did think that Yori was evil. And it turned out to be a big misunderstanding once you actually got to know her. I think the Camille thing is exactly the same, just one big misunderstanding."
Kim growled as she looked at the sidewalk. Was it really that simple? Was it really just a misunderstanding?
"Please Kim, I'm just asking you to give her a chance," he pleaded. "This really means a lot to me. She's the first girl who's actually liked me. Well other than Tara. And Yori. And you with a moodulator on. Look the point is that she's the first girl to come out and want to be my girlfriend. So can we just give her a chance to explain what she meant?"
Kim frowned as they neared the school. He was right after all. She really had believed that Yori was working for Monkey Fist. So giving Camille the benefit of the doubt would be the least she could do for him. She couldn't risk doing anything to damage his relationship on just a hunch.
"Okay Ron, I'll give her a chance to explain herself."
"Thanks. That's all I'm asking for. I'm sure you'll see that it was just a harmless mistake."
"I hope so Ron. I really do."
Now that this situation was resolved, they moved on to their more usual topics of conversation. They continued until they had arrived at school and got everything they would need for their first few classes. Their first stop would be Latin class. It wouldn't be until history class that they would have a chance to speak with Camille.
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American history was the first class that Kim, Ron, and Camille shared. In fact this particular class had most of Kim and Ron's familiar friends in it. Normally this would be a dream come true. Unfortunately there was just one problem, and his name was Mr. Barkin.
Seeing how the regular instructor had decided take the rest of the year off preparing for a triathlon, he was charged with teaching the class for the final two months. The students were happy that it was the middle of April. Not only did that mean they were approaching the end of the school year, it also meant that soon they would be free from the iron grip of Mr. Barkin. But some people like Ron knew that this wasn't true. He knew that Barkin would be back next year to teach another class for an extended period of time. It always happened. You could count on it like you could count on April to be rainy.
When Kim entered the classroom she wasn't surprised to see that Ron and Camille were already busy talking about something. She made her way over to her desk and took a seat. She went unnoticed by Ron. She didn't know what to do now. Should she try to get his attention? Was this really the best time for the three of them to talk about what Camille had said yesterday? Or would it be better to wait until lunch? Her question was answered when she saw Mr. Barkin enter the room. The look in his eyes told the students that he was not pleased.
"Ms. Rockwaller," he said sternly.
The queen of Middleton High School looked to the veteran teacher.
"Yes?"
"I need to speak with you in my office now."
A frown crossed Bonnie's face as she slowly stood and walked toward the exit. She had no idea why he wanted to talk to her. She had done nothing wrong. After Bonnie had left the room, Mr. Barkin turned back to the class.
"I expect you all to be quiet and courteous to each other while I'm gone. This won't take long."
No one said a word as the man turned and closed the door after stepping out of the room. Kim nervously bit her bottom lip. This had been an unexpected boon. Now would be the ideal moment to speak with Ron about what had occurred after cheer practice. She tapped him on the shoulder.
"Ron?"
The young man turned around and smiled at his best friend.
"Hey Kim."
"I was wondering if the three of us could talk now."
Ron nodded as he remembered what they had spoken about on the way to school.
"Oh yeah, that's right," he said before turning back to Camille. "Camille, Kim said that something happened after cheer practice yesterday. That you said something strange to her."
"Oh, that…" the blonde said nervously. "I guess I'm just not too good with words, you know?"
"Yeah, I totally get where you're coming from. I was never very good at vocabulary and stuff."
"Yeah. I guess I just felt sort of… weird being around her. I mean she's your best friend and she's a girl. And…"
Ron saw Camille take a deep breath.
"What is it Camille? You can tell me," he said gently.
"I'm scared that she'll hate me and then you'll leave me because she tells you I'm bad for you."
The glistening look in Camille's eyes told Ron that she was on the verge of tears. Ron felt his heart ache for his girlfriend as she told him her feelings.
"Camille, that will never happen. She has no reason to hate you or be jealous of you."
The solemn look on the blonde's face did not change, but she nodded anyway. Ron saw this and knew that she still wasn't convinced.
"I just want you two to get along," he said before turning to Kim. "See Kim, I told you there was nothing wrong here. Just a miscommunication."
Kim looked at him, and then at Camille. The blonde girl refused to look her in the eye. She didn't believe Camille's story at all. For now she decided that she wouldn't press the issue. She didn't want Ron to think that she was jealous of his new girlfriend. But she decided that she would keep a very close eye on the heiress.
"I guess…" she frowned.
He saw that his best friend wasn't convinced either. The two girls still doubted each other's intentions. He could only think of one way to potentially resolve the situation.
"The three of us should hang out after school then," he suggested. "It will give you two a better chance to know each other. Sort of like how Camille and me got to know each other Saturday night…"
He trailed off when he noticed Kim glaring at him. He didn't know why though. He thought that she was fine with him going to that party.
"Kim?"
"Yeah?"
"What's with the look when I mentioned Saturday?"
"Nothing."
And now it was Ron's turn to be unconvinced. He knew that Kim had thoughts and feelings about the party that she wasn't sharing with him. But he decided to not ask at the moment. They were sitting on a big enough powder keg already and they didn't need to add more to it.
"Um… okay. So how about the Avalanche," he said changing the subject. "Those guys sure know how to, uh, play hockey."
Neither of the girls responded. They, along with him, knew absolutely nothing about hockey.
"Well at least I tried…" he mumbled to himself.
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Bonnie took a seat across from Mr. Barkin's desk. The man hadn't said a word to her when they were walking down the hall, so she still had no idea why he had called her here. As she looked around she noticed that there was a TV sitting on a cart next to the desk. On top of the TV was a VCR. She had no clue what their purpose here was.
Mr. Barkin sat at his desk and folded his hands on top of it. His hard eyes stared into her own as he continued to be silent. After a few seconds he took a deep breath and broke the silence.
"Ms. Rockwaller, I assume you already know why you're here."
The puzzled expression on her face told her that she did not. But he wasn't about to fall for that.
"No Mr. Barkin. I have no idea."
"You mean you have no idea what happened to Brick Flagg's locker?"
Bonnie began laughing.
"Oh, that? Yeah. It's pretty funny if you ask me."
"Ms. Rockwaller, we know you were the one who vandalized it," he told her.
She stopped laughing immediately. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words would come out. Instead the man continued talking.
"We know that after cheerleading practice yesterday, you wrote several unflattering comments in black permanent marker on his locker door."
"What are you talking about? I didn't do anything."
"So you're denying it?"
"Yes! I didn't vandalize anything!"
Mr. Barkin sighed as he turned toward the TV and turned it on. After doing this he placed a tape in the VCR and hit play. Black and white footage of the school hallway appeared on the screen.
Bonnie watched in horror as she saw who appeared on the screen. It was her. She watched herself take a marker from her pocket and begin to write things on the locker of her former boyfriend. She shook her head in disbelief as the tape continued to play. This was impossible. She hadn't done this. Something was terribly wrong with this whole situation.
Eventually the assistant principal stopped the tape and looked back at the cheerleader. He was silent as he waited for an explanation.
"Mr. Barkin, that wasn't me. I really didn't do that. This is some kind of mistake."
The man emitted a small grunt before responding.
"Ms. Rockwaller, I don't know which is worse. The fact that you vandalized school property, or the fact that you're lying about doing it to my face when we have proof that you did it."
"But Mr. Barkin-"
"That's enough out of you. You had your chance to confess. But even when you look at the evidence you still deny it. I have no choice but to suspend you, effective immediately."
"Suspend me?" she shrieked.
"You will be suspended for ten days, beginning today. And you had better hope that the school board doesn't come down with an even harder punishment."
"Ten days? But what about sectionals?"
"Oh you don't have to worry about sectionals. It's a school policy that any student serving a suspension is automatically removed from any of the clubs and teams they're on during the time they serve."
"This isn't fair! I didn't do it!"
The man shook his head when he heard her latest denial.
"Why do you continue to deny it? We have it on video. You have nothing to gain by doing this. Just admit to it and be done with it."
"No! I didn't do anything wrong! This is-"
The brunette caught herself before saying something she would regret. She just sighed and closed her eyes. She couldn't believe this was happening. This was beyond weird and wrong. But she knew that no one would ever believe her with the evidence on the tape. There was no way she could fight this. She stood and left without saying a word.
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With history class over and Ron headed to study hall, Kim was on her way to her next class, the only class where she would be apart from Ron. As she walked down the hall she saw Bonnie standing at her locker gathering up a few belongings. The brunette looked even more angry than usual. Deciding that she didn't want to get involved in whatever it was, Kim made sure not to look at Bonnie as she continued through the hall. She was surprised when Bonnie actually initiated a conversation.
"Kim!"
Kim turned to see Bonnie approaching her.
"Hey Bonnie. What's up?"
"Kim, you have to help me!" she pleaded. "I've been framed!"
"Framed? What are you talking about?"
"You heard about what happened to Brick's locker right?"
"Just rumors. I haven't seen anything myself."
"Yeah, someone wrote a bunch of stuff on it. And they have video from the school's security cameras showing that I did it."
"Did you?"
"No! I didn't! I honestly didn't!"
"Then why do they have footage of-"
Kim stopped mid-sentence as she thought about what Bonnie was saying. She knew that Bonnie was a mean-spirited and vengeful person. But she also knew that she would never resort to vandalizing school property to get back at Brick. Then there was the fact that Bonnie continued to deny that she did it even when there was hard evidence of her doing it. But to Kim, the most important piece of information was that Bonnie actually went out of her way to seek her aid.
This wouldn't be the first time that a person was in two places at once.
"Bonnie, I need you to tell me the truth," Kim said as seriously as she could. "Are you really innocent?"
"Yes! I didn't do it and now I'm suspended. This means I'm off the squad for sectionals."
"And it means I'm on the squad," said a voice from behind the two girls.
Kim and Bonnie turned to see Camille standing at the front of a few of the cheerleaders. She couldn't hide the huge grin on her face.
"Camille. Not now," Bonnie growled.
"Sorry Bee, but cheerleaders don't do suspensions," she said happily.
The cheerleaders behind her snickered at the comment.
"But look on the bright side," she continued. "Now I get to help the squad win sectionals. I'm like, so sorry you won't be able to be there with us. But you can totally congratulate me anyway."
Bonnie glared at her newest rival before walking off. There was no reason to stay and risk getting in even more trouble for fighting. This time it actually would be her when the security cameras recorded it.
Camille smiled as she saw Bonnie leave. The brunette had absolutely no idea that she was not only behind the vandalism, but also the fact that Brick had cheated on her in the first place. Her victory was now complete. The school had a new queen. The reign of Camille Leon had begun. Next on her list was to become the new captain of the cheer squad.
"See ya, Kay," Camille said mockingly to Kim.
She turned and led the cheerleaders away from Kim. But right now Kim didn't care about that or the issue between Camille and Bonnie. She had bigger things to worry about. She turned and rushed after Bonnie.
"Bonnie!" she called after her.
The former cheerleader stopped and turned to face Kim.
"Bonnie, I believe you," Kim said truthfully.
"You what?"
"This wouldn't be the first time this month that someone has been framed."
"What are you talking about?"
"Last week there was a mission that Ron went on with me, only it wasn't me. Someone was posing as me. I don't know what it was, a robot, clone, something. All I know is that it wasn't me, but Ron believed it was. That's how good it was."
Bonnie looked down at the floor and exhaled deeply before looking back up at Kim.
"Can you help me?" she asked softly.
Kim was shocked at the gentleness in her high school adversary's voice. Bonnie was not one to ask for anyone's help, especially Kim's. This situation was clearly very serious to the brunette.
"Yeah, I will. You're not the only one who's been personally affected by a fake."
Bonnie nodded softly as a weak smile appeared on her lips.
"Thanks Kim. I really mean it."
"No big. Call me if you think of any info that might be helpful. But right now I have to get to class."
"Okay."
The two girls parted ways to go to their respective destinations. Kim heard a bell ring indicating that she was late for class. She was just thankful that it wasn't a class being taught by Mr. Barkin. Every other teacher was fairly laid back about being a late to class as long as it wasn't a regular habit. But even if she did get detention for being late it wouldn't be the most pressing issue on her mind.
Another person had been framed. And this time it was much closer to home.
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After school it was once again mission time. But this was one of those instances where no one was in danger, and no one had called. Kim was tired of waiting and had decided to seize the initiative. After learning about what had happened with Bonnie she had no other choice. Obviously what had occurred at the Museum of Upperton was not an isolated incident. Whoever was responsible for the diamond theft was still out there and still posing as people. The only problem was that she had absolutely no idea who was behind it. That was what this mission was all about.
She and Ron were on their way to their destination, but he was still in the dark about the details of the mission. All he had been told when she grabbed him after school had ended was that they had to go right away.
"So Kim, still wondering what exactly is going on," he commented.
"We're going to GJ HQ."
"Sweet! Does this mean we get to ride the tubes?"
"You mean you actually want to?"
"Of course I do. I'm all about the tubes. They're tubetastic!"
"Well good. I can't say I was too happy the first time I experienced them."
"So do they know we're coming?"
"Yeah. Wade set up a meeting with Dr. Director. We're going to their holding facility to ask a few questions."
"Questions about what?"
"The fake me. And now the fake Bonnie."
"Ah yes. Man, that's really freaky. Who would want to build a Bonniebot?"
"I don't think it's a robot anymore."
"Why not?"
"Because of what you just said. A Kimbot I can understand. People would use it to frame me or commit crimes like the diamond theft. Even a Juniorbot makes a little sense. But a Bonniebot? That just makes no sense. Who would go through all that time and effort to make Bonnie look bad?"
Ron nodded as they continued to walk.
"Yeah I guess you're right. So then we're back to clones. Remember those rabid Bonnie clones?"
"In my nightmares…" she shuddered.
He laughed at her reaction.
"Yeah, I never thought she could be even scarier than she normally is. But I guess in our line of work we should never be surprised."
"The only problem with the clone theory is how did they get so good? I mean it hasn't been that long since Drakken made those clones of Bonnie and me."
"Then I'm all out of ideas."
"Me too. And that's a big problem."
Kim suddenly stopped, with Ron doing the same a moment later. The two teens had arrived at their destination, but only Kim was aware of it. She smiled on the inside knowing that Ron had no clue he was standing over one of the tube entrances. He said he wanted to experience it, so she figured he could do it the same way she had… completely unprepared. He looked at her curiously.
"Kim? Why did we-"
He screamed as the ground opened up under him. In an instant he had disappeared from her sight and was now travelling through the Global Justice tube system. A few seconds later another hole opened below her. She was prepared for it however, and decided to just try to enjoy the ride this time.
A few seconds later the capsule carrying her landed in the tube beside Ron's, where the young man was pounding on the glass as he yelled to be set free. A grin spread on her face as she continued to watch him. So much for it being "tubetastic".
The doors opened and Ron fell out of the tube landing on his hands and knees. Kim on the other hand just strolled out of her tube and walked up beside him and helped him to his feet. The smile was still on her face when he stood and looked at her.
"That was awesome!" he exclaimed.
"What?" she asked incredulously.
"Let's do it again!"
"Sorry Ron, business first."
"Always with the business…" he grumbled.
They saw Dr. Director approaching them with a pair of Global Justice agents trailing behind her. They quickly forgot about their own conversation and turned to greet her.
"Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, it's nice to see you again," Dr. Director said warmly.
"Thank you for seeing us on such short notice, Dr. Director," Kim said. "I was hoping that we could go to the holding facility and talk to some of the super villains you have there."
"Of course Kim. May I ask what this is about?"
"You heard about the diamond heist at the Museum of Upperton, right?"
"Yes, I believe you were supposedly there, but it later turned out to be a fake."
"Yeah, well it happened again at school today. Only on a much less important scale."
"Another frame job?"
"Afraid so," Kim frowned. "That means that whoever was behind the Museum theft is still here, and in my own backyard now."
"I see. Then by all means feel free to interrogate any of the prisoners we have here. We will send a couple guards with you if you require anything."
"Thanks."
The two teen heroes walked down one of the corridors escorted by a pair of Global Justice agents. Only a handful of known super villains were currently incarcerated here, but it was a good place to start. As they continued down the hall, Ron turned to Kim.
"So how about tomorrow after school you, me, and Camille hang out?" he suggested.
"Not a good time, Ron."
"I know. I just want the two of you to get along."
"Try to stay focused. We're here to find clues on the diamond theft, not talk about Camille."
"Right. Gotcha."
They reached the first cell. The name above it read "Professor Dementor".
One of the guards went to the door of his secure cell. Kim entered the room first with Ron following close behind. The guard then closed the door behind them, and the two agents stood outside ready to intervene if necessary.
"Professor Dementor, you're a mad scientist," Kim said to him.
"Yes, vhat does that have to do with anything?"
"Done any cloning recently?"
"Cloning, no. Vhy do you ask?"
"Someone out there impersonated me, and did a very good job of doing it. Know anything about it?"
The helmeted man began to laugh hysterically after she had finished talking. Kim and Ron looked at each other in confusion before looking back at the super villain.
"What's so funny dude?" Ron wondered.
"Vhat's wrong Kim Possible? Is your reputation tarnished by this poser?"
"No, my reputation is not ruined," she said angrily. "But someone else's is."
"Oh I'm so sorry about that. Maybe I could be more sympathetic IF I WAS NOT IMPRISONED IN A GLOBAL JUSTICE HOLDING FACILITY!"
"Look, do you know anything or not?"
"Maybe my memory could be refreshed if I had a box of tasty pastries?"
"Wait wait wait, you never said you had food," Ron said to Kim.
"I don't," she told him before turning back to Dememtor. "Will you talk if I can get you a donut?"
"I vill."
She sighed as she knocked on the door. She stepped outside after it was opened for her.
"Um, this probably sounds like a stupid question, but do you guys have any donuts around here?" she asked one of the guards.
The man looked at his partner and they both shrugged.
"Break room. Why?"
"I can't believe I'm about to say this…" she said before hesitantly continuing. "Dementor… wants a donut."
The two guards just looked at each other again before one replied.
"Is it really necessary?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Okay… I'll be right back with a donut."
Kim felt embarrassed as she watched the highly trained Global Justice agent walk away to fetch a donut for the imprisoned super villain.
Back in the cell, Ron was busy chatting away with Dementor.
"I still don't understand what the purpose of the helmet is," Ron said.
"It is part of zee outfit. It does not need to have a purpose."
"So wait, you could just as easily be wearing a mask?"
The room went silent as Dementor just stared at Ron in disbelief.
"Vhat? No! A mask is not part of this outfit!"
"Okay man, I'm totally lost here."
"It is not complicated. Vhat do you not understand?"
"Why a helmet and not a mask or something?"
"Because a mask does not go vith zee outfit!"
"So it this all about fashion or something?"
"Fashion has nothing to do vith it! How do you not get it!"
"Ugh… nevermind."
Another period of silence settled over the room as the two waited for Kim to return. Ron decided to try to start another conversation.
"So… what's the best invention you've ever come up with?"
"Simple. Zee Transportulator."
"Ah yeah. That thing was pretty cool. Pretty useful when it came to that talent show."
"Talent show? TALENT SHOW? YOU USED MY BRILLIANT INVENTION FOR SOMETHING AS TRIVIAL AS A TALENT SHOW?"
"Dude, it was way important. We couldn't let Bonnie win."
Dementor was doing his best to hold his rage in check when he saw the door open. Kim stepped inside with a box of donuts in her hands. The look of hunger on the mad scientist's face didn't go unnoticed by her.
"Okay, I got you some donuts. Even a few Bavarian creams. Happy?"
Dementor opened the box and examined the contents. He picked out one of the donuts and took a large bite of it.
"It is like having a donut for zee very first time again…" he said happily.
"Good. Now spill," she ordered.
Dementor nodded as he finished chewing.
"Very vell. I know nothing."
Kim's jaw dropped when she heard this.
"You what?"
"I know nothing about clones or people posing as you. Are ve done here?"
She felt anger boiling inside her. He had just used her to get a snack.
"Yes, we're done here."
She grabbed the box of donuts from him and knocked on the door again. A few moments later it was opened and the two teens stepped outside.
"I told you vhat you vanted to know!" he called after her. "Please just let me keep zee donuts!"
She ignored him as she turned to one of the agents.
"Close it. We're moving on to the next cell."
The agent nodded as he shut and locked the door. The four of them moved on to the next cell. Ron groaned when he read the name of the inmate.
After stepping inside the cell, Kim and Ron stood there as Max Brigand looked at them with hate-filled eyes.
"What do you two want?" he snarled.
"We're here to ask you a few questions," Kim told him.
"Oh yeah? And what makes you think Max Brigand will talk?"
"Dude, you talk way too much as it is," Ron said.
"Hey don't insult Max Brigand," the villain warned them. "You'd better watch what you say to him. He's going to get you back once he breaks out of prison."
"Still with the third person stuff…" Kim sighed.
"Max Brigand isn't afraid of you. You two just got lucky the last time you and him met!"
"So… um… do you know anything about clones?" Kim asked before answering her own question. "Of course you don't. Why are we even talking to you?"
"I honestly don't know, Kim," Ron agreed.
The most feared villain in Oregon looked enraged as he saw the door open and the two teens left.
"Hey! Don't you walk away from Max Brigand when he's talking to you!" he yelled at them.
Kim and Ron again ignored the shouts behind them as the door was closed. They were about to go to the next cell before one of the agents called after them.
"Sorry Ms. Possible, but these two are currently the only super villains we have at this facility."
"Oh…" she said dejectedly. "I see. Well thank you for your time."
The two heroes went back to chat with Dr. Director for a few minutes before they took their leave from the facility. Overall it had been a total bust. All they had found out was that Professor Dementor knew nothing about the person impersonating Kim and Bonnie, and that Max Brigand knew nothing at all.
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Senor Senior Sr. walked into the central control room of his lair. There he saw his son sitting at the table with a comb and mirror in his hands. The elderly man made his way over to Junior, who didn't look up as his father approached.
"Junior, did you finish the search of people who would potentially try to frame us?" the billionaire asked.
"I did not," Junior replied. "Could we not just hire some sort of computer expert to do it for us?"
Senior gasped at the words that came out of his son's mouth.
"Do not ever say such a thing! You will sully our evil name."
Junior put down his grooming materials and looked up at Senior.
"I'm sorry father, I meant to say, why do we not kidnap a computer expert to do it for us?"
"Because that would only draw the attention of Kim Possible, who we are ironically helping by doing this."
"Should we not just ignore the entire incident then?" Junior asked.
"No my son. Villain tradition dictates that we must seek revenge against the one who has attempted to do us harm."
"Very well. I will perform the search."
Junior opened the lid of the laptop sitting on the table and began typing slowly on the keyboard. Senior walked to stand behind him and watched over his shoulder as he continued to type away.
"What is it you are doing?" Senior asked.
"I am Googling super villains who would try to impersonate us."
"Googling? What is the meaning of this word?"
"It is an internet search engine, father."
"No, for this you will need the most sophisticated hacking software that we illegally acquired on the black market last month. You cannot simply find this information through a search engine."
Junior sighed as he opened up the hacking program.
"What should I look for?"
"Try the Billionaire's Club. I'm sure a good number of them are still secretly upset about the whole freezing incident."
Junior proceeded to look through the list of people who were in the club. It was a short list. But something stuck out to the young man.
"Father, look at this!" he said pointing to the screen.
Senior brought his head closer to the screen for a better look.
"The Leon family?" he asked.
"Yes. Apparently their fortune was greatly affected when you attacked the Billionaire's Club. But that is not the most important thing I found."
"What else?"
Junior shrunk the hacking window and brought the Google screen back up.
"See? Look what I found on the internet."
Senior looked at the website that the Google search had produced.
"What is this Evil Craigslist?"
"A secret website that is only available to super villains. One can offer products and services to them through this site. But look at this name and ad."
"Camille Leon?"
"Yes. Her ad says that she has unique talents available for hire. Do you think this unique talent has something to do with Kim Possible? I have read in my magazines that Camille Leon is now attending high school in Middleton, the home of Kim Possible."
Senior rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he considered what this new information meant.
"Excellent work my son! There may yet be hope for you becoming a super villain."
Junior beamed with pride at his father's compliments.
"So do we tell Kim Possible about this?"
A menacing grin formed on Senior's face as he turned to look back at Junior.
"No. For now we will keep this to ourselves. After all, blackmailing is a very villainous thing to do. We will use the information against either Kim Possible or Camille Leon. Either way we can gain something from one of them."
The elderly villain started his sinister laugh and was soon joined by Junior. At this moment he didn't really care that his son's was not as good as his own. The important thing was that they knew something that Kim didn't, and they were prepared to use it.
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Kim was standing at her locker Wednesday morning before school. She was still feeling bad that her trip to Global Justice had produced no new leads. The fact that this impersonator was so close to her made her feel a bit paranoid. It could be anyone, anywhere, anytime.
She was also feeling on edge about the whole Camille situation. Kim knew there was no mistake. The heiress was out to get her, to steal Ron from her. But she just couldn't figure out why. Was Camille really just jealous of their close friendship?
After closing her locker door, she jumped slightly as she saw Camille leaning against the locker next to her own. Kim regained her composure and looked directly at the blonde girl.
"Camille, I didn't know you were there," Kim said.
"You will."
"Okay… not sure what that means."
"You don't get it, do you?"
"Still not understanding what you're saying. Can you be any vaguer?"
Camille chuckled at Kim's growing frustration.
"Did you see how easy it was to convince Ron that I was innocent in our little talk on Monday?" Camille smiled.
"What…?"
"To make him take my side. A few fake tears, play the pity card. The boy just loves to save the damsel in distress. And I play the part so well, don't I?"
Kim felt anger surging through her veins. She knew she had been right all along. But this just continued to prove that she was correct.
"What's your problem Camille?"
"My problem is you. In fact you're a problem to a lot of people."
"What does that mean?"
"Oh, nothing…" she smirked. "By the way, I wanted to remind you that I'm going to take Ron from you, and there's nothing you can do about it."
Kim's anger only increased when she heard this. There was no way she was about to let Camille manipulate and hurt Ron.
"Seriously, what is wrong with you?"
"Aw, you don't like me?" Camille said with a fake pout.
"You don't want to know how I feel about you."
Camille glanced over Kim's shoulder to see Ron approaching the two girls. She shifted her eyes back to Kim's.
"Come on Kim. Tell me what you really think of me."
"You want to know what I think of you?" Kim said angrily. "Okay. I think that you're a narcissistic, manipulative, spoiled brat!"
She froze when she heard a voice right behind her.
"KP?"
She turned to see Ron standing there with a worried look on his face. Kim's mouth hung open when she realized that he had heard what she called Camille.
"Ron… this isn't what it looks like..." was all Kim could think to say.
Camille grabbed hold of Ron and buried her face in his chest as she began sobbing. Ron wrapped his arms around her and looked up at Kim before looking back down at his girlfriend.
"What happened Camille?" he asked.
"I don't know Ron…" she said as she looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. "I was talking to her about us, and then she started calling me all these mean names… I don't know why…"
"Kim, what's your problem?" he said heatedly.
"I'm just trying to be the best cheerleader I can be… I never did anything to her." Camille continued. "She hates me. She's jealous that you have a girlfriend now."
Ron nodded as he looked at his best friend.
"You never got this bad when you were jealous of Felix and Yori. Is this seriously because she's my girlfriend?"
Kim's jaw continued to hang down as she listened to what Camille was saying. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her emotions got the better of her.
"Open your eyes Ron! This girl is a sociopath!"
"See Ron?" Camille said as she continued to cling to his arm. "See how she says these mean things about me? Why is she doing this…"
Ron frowned as he looked back up at Kim.
"We'll talk about this later Kim," he said before looking back at Camille. "Let's go Camille. I'll walk you to your first class. Just try not to think about what she said."
Camille wrapped an arm around Ron's torso and rested her head against his arm as they walked to her class. The blonde girl turned her head to look back at Kim, and grinned mischievously at her.
Kim felt her teeth clench when she looked into Camille's eyes. Her smile made Kim's fists tighten as she felt even more rage surging through her body. She had been set up and played by the heiress. Now Ron completely believed that she was jealous of Camille and had instigated the fight. And with Bonnie out of the picture, Camille had the full resources of the food chain to use against her.
She felt a chill run through her body. This did not bode well.