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Kim Possible: Hearts & Minds

By LJ58

5

"So, what next," Shego demanded hotly in the next instant. "Because someone owes me an island," she complained.

"Funny you should ask," Kim smiled, and put the car in gear, the small automobile banking, and flying off even as the console showed arriving ships, and aircraft just below them.

"We are going to rendezvous someplace safe, and then plan our next move without anyone knowing anything this time. This time, we get to hit back. Of course, you are invited," Kim smiled at her.

Shego sighed, and rolled her eyes.

"Let me ask you something," Kim smiled her way when Shego didn't speak.

"Why not," Shego sighed as they now flew just over the surface of the water at high speed, at times just barely skimming the waves.

"We both know you like me. We both know you care. So, why are you….resisting so much?"

Shego stared at her, her expression incredulous.

"Are you asking…..why I won't….?"

"Well, yeah. You know, if you had ever given me a hint before now, I might have said to hell with everything else, and followed you anywhere you wanted to go."

"You know what, you just answered your own damn question, Princess," she grumbled.

"What? Oh. You were being noble?"

"Duh! Do you have to insult me? Anyway, the first thing you should recall is that when we met, you were still a minor!"

"You're not that much older than I am. Besides, I'm not a minor now," Kim beamed.

"You're also Kim-freaking-Possible," she declared. "The hero of the entire world. How would it look if I suddenly started seeing you? You'd be dragged down with me! People would hate you, because of me. Even Drew had the sense to realize he couldn't make a clean break without…"

"I'm not that shallow, Shego. I'll admit, before this, I had my own issues. I didn't want to upset, or worry people around me. I was still worrying about my own reputation. Then, too, I didn't know you were really….open to a relationship. But when I woke up, and there you were in my head, trying to save me, I realized the only thing that really mattered was what we felt for each other. Just that. Only that," Kim smiled even as she adjusted something on her dash. "The rest," she shrugged, "Is just details."

"You're serious," Shego murmured.

"Completely. I want to drag you to bed, and show you how much I'm serious, I want to take you to the nearest hotspot, and show everyone how much you mean to me. I want to dance. Flirt. Kiss. Make out. Make love. I want it all, and I want it with you," Shego was told.

"Monkey-boy isn't going to like that," she predicted.

"Ron and I have been drifting apart the past year anyway, and even he is smart enough to know that. Now he knows why," Kim continued to smile.

"He still won't like it. Especially that it's…..me."

"Don't care. This is my life."

"And your parents?"

"You've met them," she smiled on. "They like you."

"And you're brothers?"

"Are harmless," Kim shrugged, making Shego stare all the more at the clueless woman.

"And what about my life," the green-skinned woman sputtered hotly for lack of anything else to say just then.

"Afraid I can't take care of you, Shego," Kim smiled.

Shego's expression had her laughing.

"So, where are we going?"

"Someplace safe. Someplace even GJ can't get to these days," she assured her.

"No such place," Shego grumbled.

"Wrong. Trust me. We'll be safe," she said, the cloaked car fast approaching a growing island on the horizon.

"Japan? How is Japan safe?"

Kim smiled. "You'll see."

KP

"Report," Dr. Director snapped furiously at Will Du. "Who authorized that attack on Shego's island?"

"We…..don't know," her usually competent aide said, looking sheepishly uninformed for once.

"You….don't know? Are we absolutely certain that Possible was still on that island when the bombs hit?"

"All tracking telemetry, and spyware we had active had her and Shego both inside the house when….."

Will trailed off, unable to read anything but his superior's darkening scowl.

"Who talked, Agent Du? Who knew they were there? Or that Possible was even awake?"

"I…..don't know," he admitted again.

"Then don't you think you should find out," she demanded so quietly that Will knew she was well past furious. "Before I begin to suspect you?"

"Dr. Director, I would never….!"

"Get me answers, Du. Before I have to talk to Wade. Or worse, Stoppable!"

Will grimaced, and nodded.

"I'll do my best, ma'am," he all but saluted, and then all but fled her office.

Betty Director drummed her fingers on her desk, her good eyes glaring thoughtfully as she tried to understand what was happening around her. It seemed that more, and more, things were spiraling beyond her control.

Even as she tried to bring more control and discipline to her agency, and the world, things seemed to be getting crazier than ever. Even Kimberly, admittedly always a wild card, was suddenly behaving atypically, and then almost died in an attack obviously meant to be lethal.

Only her famed luck held out, and she managed to come back.

If not the same as before, she still came back.

Before she could even consider what her unusual recovery meant, or represented, someone attacked her, and Shego, and apparently killed two of the most powerful women on the planet. Because while she didn't discount Ronald, she knew it was Kimberly that kept him focused, and on track at the best of times. For a virtually unstoppable mystic warrior, he could still be….. Well, Stoppable.

Only now they were all under attack, and she couldn't even seem to find out by who, or even how they were managing it.

The evidence led to an inevitable conclusion, of course.

Global Justice was compromised.

Someone in her agency was a plant.

She continued to drum her fingers, not even reaching for her computer.

For all she knew, the data was corrupted, and therefore suspect. Worse, it could be linked to her spy.

She needed to do something, but it couldn't be something their obvious mole could use against them. Because one way or another, she was going to stop this madness. If only…..

She tensed, frowning as a thought came to her.

It was niggling.

Just a gut instinct.

Yet she had always trusted her instincts. They rarely led her astray.

Jumping up, and grabbing her sidearm from a drawer to slide into her holster, she walked out of her office, barely glancing at her secretary as she said, "I'm going out," and kept going.

Then she took a vacuum tube to a location that few would suspect even existed.

Just now, it was her best, and perhaps only hope.

KP

"You have got to be kidding me," Shego said, staring up at the high, wooden gates set into a high, wooden wall, and manned by ninja.

Real ninja in black, with the masks, swords, and everything.

"Yamanouchi. Trust me. GJ wishes they could find this place."

"Have any trouble getting here," Ron asked from behind them as Kim and Shego looked up at the wall.

Shego spun around, gaping.

Stoppable had snuck up on her? Stoppable?

"No. It pretty much went as we predicted."

"Good thing you woke up with that post-cartoon….. Uh, stuff."

"Precognition, Ron," she sighed, rolling her eyes. "And it's not that reliable. Still, it's just enough that I knew trouble was coming even without Wade's theoretical models."

"Yeah, because Dementor trying to turn our brains into raisins wasn't clue enough," Ron huffed as he stepped forward, made a signal, and the gates began to creak open.

Shego just stared.

"Precognition," she hissed at Kim, who stopped to look back at her.

"Didn't I tell you?"

"Considering all you said, there's obviously a lot you didn't say, Princess," Shego growled at the redhead smiling sweetly at her again.

"Well, right now, we need to get inside. Yamanouchi's mystic wards will keep anyone from detecting you," Ron told her. "Unless you want to try going it alone again. I think even you know how well that might work out if they're bombing islands now."

"But….that was for Kimmie, right?"

"And did anyone know where you lived before Wade found you," Kim asked pointedly.

"How do a bunch of goofy ninja keep someone like the harpy from finding us," she huffed, but followed them into the gates.

"Mystic ninja," Ron smiled.

"Well, I still don't see why we had to walk all the way up the damn mountain when we had a perfectly good….."

"Detroit nightmare," Kim offered when she falter.

Only that wasn't what stopped her. She was staring at Master Sensei who stood before a temple, bowing to a lean, Japanese girl who was speaking to him.

"Okay, what's going on," Shego demanded, but spoke to the old man after stalking up to him, and staring hard at him as the girl simply smiled blandly her way.

"Shego," the old man smiled. "How delightful to see you again. I trust you have finally found your way back onto the path of righteousness," he asked.

"Huh?"

"She's getting there," Kim smiled at him. "I'm helping."

"Excellent," Master Sensei smiled.

"Will someone just tell me what is going on, and why the heck my old sensei is running around in a dress," Shego demanded, making Yori actually grin as Kim sniggered, and Ron somehow kept a straight face.

Likely because he was also genuinely stunned.

"Your sensei," he finally exclaimed.

KP

"Well, this is a surprise," the young teen turned to face the newcomer who had just stepped out of the wall into the lab built deep under the house overhead. "Something big must be up."

"Someone just bombed Kim and Shego," Betty told Tim Possible. "It looks bad," she admitted. "Where is your brother?"

"Covering for us at school. I'm taking care of…..a few things."

"Okay. Did you hear what I said. Someone bombed….."

"No big," Tim smiled. "I'm sure Kim is fine. And if she's fine, so is Shego. No way would she let anyone hurt that green loon these days."

"I don't think you realize what happened," Betty said. "They used….."

"Massive overkill," Tim said, walking over to one of a series of computers on the far side of the crowded lab. "I mean, seriously? A TX-907? Even North Korea didn't warrant those, and we all know how the Pentagon loves to waste those billion dollar babies. Still, Kim's fine. She and Shego had already left."

"Tim," Betty said grimly. "Our telemetry put them….."

"Funny thing about tracking beacons," he smiled blandly, saying no more.

Betty took a deep breath, and slowly forced herself to relax.

"All right. All right. You're saying Kim managed to fool the spyware, and she and Shego weren't even on the island?"

"Duh, comes to mind," Tim sniggered, going back to whatever he was working on, eyeing a simmering beaker before adding a few drops of an unlabeled chemical to the mix.

"Do you know what is going on?"

"Do you?"

"Damn it, Tim, I think GJ is compromised! I think we have a mole!"

"Duh again comes to mind," Tim remarked more seriously now.

"When were you going to get around to telling me that," she demanded caustically.

"Sure, call you up in the middle of a suspect agency, to tell you that your own nest of spies was compromised by….other spies? Why ever didn't I just use a public phone, or drop you an email," he remarked wryly. "Whatever was I thinking," he pantomimed distress.

He sniggered, then turned to stir his beaker, that was now turning from a light blue, to a dark amber, and starting to simmer.

"Perfect," he smiled, and pulled the beaker off the gas flame before setting it aside to cool.

"Do I want to know what you're doing now? Or what you aren't telling me?"

"Look, we knew that sooner or later you'd come here for debriefing. You're usually a little quicker, though. Maybe we should scan you for extraneous influences?"

"Then I could be bugged….?"

"Hardly. Our alert system would have gone off if you were carrying anything. You wouldn't even have gotten near the lab entrance."

"But you don't know…."

"Anything," Tim stressed.

Betty didn't contradict him.

"Then how about some….timely instruction, Agent Possible," she called him.

"Just waiting for you to ask," he said, and then poured some of the amber fluid into a atomizer, and sealed it with a spray cap. Right before he squirted Betty in the face.

"What is…..?"

"Tell me why you really wanted to freeze Kim," Tim demanded.

"Since I was already thinking the staff might be compromised, I thought it was the only way to neutralize the growing threats on her life. I hoped to smuggle her out of the clinic until I could ensure she had genuinely recovered," Betty stated flatly, and then blinked, and glared at him.

"Sorry. Had to know. Here," he told her, handing over the small spray bottle. "You only need a single squirt, and anyone will tell you the truth. Unless, you know, they're a cyborg, or something."

"Cyborg," Betty frowned.

"You haven't figured it out?"

"No. Just report, Junior Agent Possible," she scowled. "And how long does this last?"

"Only five minutes. Don't worry. We were just worried you had been compromised, too. Wade helped us figure it out a few days ago."

"Figure what out?"

"Well, we don't know who is behind it. Yet. But we do know what they're doing now. The brain thing? It's not the first time it was used. Dementor was using it to kill the brains of his victims, and then he replaced them with cyber-brains programmed to make the victim seem a willing accomplice to whoever is behind all this craziness. He has already detected at leave five EU leaders compromised in that fashion. Even he isn't sure who else out there might be…..cyber-drones."

"Good God. The damage they could do like that," she exclaimed.

"We think they wanted Kim for their next drone. Why, we don't know. But they obviously switched to just wanting her dead when that didn't work out. We managed to thwart five different assassination attempts while she was recovering in your ward. Pretty sloppy, Dr. Director. You let the enemy walk right into your highly classified, and supposedly secret medical labs," Tim chided.

"Okay, if there is…..a drone in my presence, how do I detect them? Or stop them?"

Tim smirked, and held out a watch he took from a drawer.

"See the second hand?"

Betty eyed the hand moving around the face of the watch. She knew better than to doubt these boys.

"What's it do?"

"If you are in the presence of an active cyber-drone, the end of the second hand will glow yellow, and point at the target. If the tip glows red, they're about to attack. We calculated that the cyber-brain emits certain high-frequency waves when broadcasting hostile intent. So if you see red, run."

"I don't run," Betty scowled.

"Then you need something better than a stun gun," he said, turning to another counter, and opening a drawer. "This is a prototype, but it might be handy."

"A prototype? Of what?"

"A high intensity blue laser," he told her. "It should cut through pretty much anything known to man," Tim smiled proudly.

"You do realize these…..drones, as you call them are innocent human beings," Betty scowled.

"And you do realize that they are animated corpses, essentially zombies, because I'm pretty sure none of them have Kim's ability to renegerate their destroyed physical brians," Tim shot back. "Face it, they're already dead. The cyber-mind just keeps their body functioning well enough to dupe people into thinking they're still alive."

"Which implies we're dealing with someone out there has the skill, and expertise to not only build, and program artificial brains, but implant believable personalities into them."

"Now you're thinking," Tim nodded. "Oh, and we also added one more feature for you that might be handy," he said, taking the watch back to show her how he twisted the top, and pulled the face back.

"What is that?"

"The button will send out a brief, but limited EMP that will shut down any foreign tech operating around you. Just in case you're swarmed, or think your office is bugged. That kind of thing. Don't worry, it won't deactivate your watch, or your own tech."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because, we built it," Jim declared, coming into the lab from a hidden lift just then. "You bring her up to speed."

"Getting there," Tim nodded.

"Good. Because Ron's on his way, and you need to be at the office to greet him," Jim told Betty. "Needless to say, you have to be very believable when he makes a scene."

"A scene?"

"GJ did just kill Kim and Shego," Jim reminded her.

Betty looked grim again, but took the watch, and the laser after pocketing that spray.

"Need I ask what you two are going to be doing now?"

"Someone programmed those cyber-brains, as you guessed. We're going to find out who, and why," Tim said.

"And then we're going to help shut them down," Jim smiled coldly.

"Hoo-Shaa," Tim grinned, and high-fived his twin.

Betty turned back to the secret exit after holstering the laser that looked just like her taser pistol, and left the taser behind.

She paused, and eyed the pair, and had to ask, "Do you know if Will is compromised?"

"You have the watch," Tim smirked. "You tell us."

Betty said nothing as she stepped into the tube, and vanished.

To Be Continued….