A/N: Hello, Buenos dias, Bonjour, salut! Glad to see that I still have at least a few ideas left in the old noggin. well by now you know Ron's in a load of trouble and needs a way out, what a web i weave....

I don't own Kim Possible or any other characters. I am weak and disney is mighty. Woe be unto me if the mighty mouse decides to sue lil ol' me.

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Will Du, section chief/supervisory agent of the Global Justice US field office, was in charge of all high profile GJ arrests and investigations in the US. Right now a satisfied smirk was plastered across his arrogant face. Finally, I knew those AMATEURS were up to something, I just figured that Possible was the one who would snap and go on a spree. But hey one less amateur was a victory that would more than likely make his career. good bye Team Possible, Hello Assistant Director Du... The asinine smile broadened as Ron watched the overly narcissistic GJ agent.

Why is this happening to me? Ron thought frantically. I mean I just got back with KP from taking Drakken down a few pegs....

Earlier that day, a not so secret lair in the middle of the Sahara

"KP, why are we here? what can Drakken do from the middle of the Flippin Sahara?" Ron whined trying to keep the sand from invading his person and the sun from roasting him in his own juices. "We should have at least brought the sloth, we could have some tunage and some AC......ahhhhhh AC." Ron's sweating form nearly collapsed from the thoughts of shade, cool air, and bopping to the OH Boyz.

"Ron, quiet, we're trying for stealth not comfort, sometimes I wonder why I drag you out here." Kim stated in a deadpan matter. Ron reached out and wrapped around her upper arm, softly twirling her around to face him, wrapping her up in his arms and giving her a deep kiss. "Mmmmm that's why, ronshine..." she smiled in a strained sort of way and pulled away. "but seriously, we have a job to do, we can do that on the ride back but first we have to rain on Drakken's parade." she abruptly started to march off in the direction of the front door of the not so secret lair.

Why does she dismiss me so easily, am I not good enough? the thought had passed through his mind a few times these past few months. Why am I thinking like this? Kim loves me and I love her, guess its just the jitters. Ron shook himself from his revelry and jogged to catch up to his BFGF. When he reached the front door of the conspicuous lair, which was wide open, a small note taped to it, reaching it he could make out a small GJ hovercraft flying towards the north. Shrugging Ron reached out and plucked the note from the door, opened it and began to read.

"Ron,

I have a quick mini mission to attend to, apparently Shego's on vacation, just take care of Drakken and I'll won't be there with you on the way back. I'm taking separate transport back home.

-Kim PS: we need to talk about us, be ready to talk."

He read quietly to himself.

Hmmm... Why do we need to talk she didn't seem like anything was wrong earlier... better call Wade and see whats up... while lost in thought Ron could distinctly hear a laugh that sounded as though it was ripped out of a cheesy B horror movie. Sighing to himself, Mission first, then I'm going to figure out why we need to talk about us... shaking his head clear and going into "ninja mode", Ron calmly made his way into the lab, as quietly as a autumn breeze, to face off with Drakken.

Upon entering the main lab, sticking to the deep shadows, Ron's MMP enhanced ninja senses probed the room for subtle hints as to Drakken's plan.

" I, Doctor Drakken, will soon destroy the entire infrastructure of Canada with the ultimate weapon! My Elite Synthodrones, nothing can stand in their way, and I shall slowly and circuitously take over Canada then THE WORLD!" Finishing his monologue to no one with a flourish Drakken stepped in front of his new army of 10 Elite Synthodrones.

From where Ron was hiding he could see the the red garbed behemoths looked just like regular synthodrones, except for the fact that they were about two feet taller than Drakken's garden variety synthos. Well now's as good a time as any... Ron stepped out of the deep shadows and cleared his throat.

Drakken turned and smiled in a nearly maniacal way,"Well, well, well... If it isn't Kim Possible's little buffoon, Shego may not be here but My new synthodrones can handle you, my pathetic sidekick! Oh, by the way, where is that flame headed cheerleader who always interferes?"

"Ok first off, My name is RON! Two, even without Shego, I can nail you to the wall like every time we meet, and Three do I really need to whoop you today?" Ron deadpanned, relaxing as he awaited the megalomaniac's reply.

"So now the buffoon thinks he's all that? Well my moronic, incompetent foe I'd like to see you take on my synthodrones. ATTACK THE BUFFOON NOW!!!!" Drakken finished with a primal screech pointing directly at a strangely calm Ron.

While watching the eight foot tall drones heading his way, Ron yawned just as his eyes began to glow a faint blue. With almost lightening speed, ten small darts hit each of the synthodrones between the eyes stopping them in their tracks, the only thing keeping the drones "alive" began to drain out of them and puddle on the floor. Eventually after several seconds the drones withered to the floor. Drakken's eyes didn't stray from his babies lying on the floor at his feet. How did the buffoon find out how to disable my elities? he snapped his eyes to where Ron had been standing. Where is that blasted buffoon? He destroyed my babies! "Where are you buffoon, I'll kill you for what you did to my elites! Show your face and meet your DOOM! After all you may have destroyed my elites but you aren't all that!"

After his little rant Drakken's eyes widened as he felt a tap on his shoulder, "Nighty night Dr.D." Drakken turned his head just in time to see a fist smash into his nose which promptly sprayed a bit of blood as he pirouetted to the floor.

Ron shook his hand and looked down at the unconscious bleeding Drakken. " Well better flip him over and cuff him." Ron stated simply before rolling the "genius" onto his stomach, and flex cuffing him. Seeing that there were no chairs in the lab, Ron shrugged and sat down on Drakken's back and pulled out his kimmuticator and pressed the call button.

A young Afro-American teens face popped up on the screen. "Hey Ron, You all finished with Drakken?" "Yeah Wade ready for pick up, is GJ going to haul him in or is he just a drop off, cause somehow I don't think Drakken will fit through the overnight slot." stated the tow headed ninja.

"Well The local GJ agents and Kim are handling a sitch in Libya, but I can arrange a pick up for ya in about two hours, sound good?" the techno wiz answered with a smile on his face. "OK Wade thanks for the info, just out of curiosity, do you have any idea what KP needs to talk to me about?" Ron saw the young teens face twitch at the question, his smile going from genuine to a very strained painful looking smile.

"Alright Wade whats going on? Why do you look like someone is tazering you?" Ron said, a note of concern in his voice. "Ron I don't know how to say this, but I was monitoring Kim lately, and... god how do I put this...." Wade was on the verge of tears, his voice cracking a bit. "Ron, Kim's been cheating on you with Josh Mankey, and training him to be her partner..." He blurted out with obvious pain. He studied Ron's face for a moment to try and gauge any reaction that the blond would give, if any.

Ron felt his heart obliterate. Oh my dear god....MANKEY!! She can't be serious, that pretty boy wouldn't last five seconds against anyone.... Why KP? Wasn't I good enough for you? Did I do nothing? First my parents up and leave, now Kim decides that a lifetime of friendship and four years of romance mean nothing? Well, the loser once again loses, c'est la vie I suppose. Finally coming out of his thoughts he stared at wade a moment before sucking in a breath and damning the tears that had begun to flow.

"OK thanks for the update Wade I'll see you when I'm home. Take care." Ron choked out before turning off the Kimmunicator and returning it to his pocket. Still sitting on the real buffoon, Ron began to sob into his hands. momentarily forgetting his surroundings, Ron let the pent up tears and rage pour out of himself. He didn't notice that a hand appeared on his shoulder. Finally feeling the reassuring pressure on his shoulder he turned to look at the compassionate soul who was reaching out to him while he was drowning in a sea of hopeless self pity and was shocked when he saw who it was.

"SHEGO?!"

A Chopper somewhere over the Rockies.

A hard backhanded slap met the side of Ron's jaw at the moment he reached the thought of Shego, spinning his head to one side. "Wake up sidekick, time to meet your new friends" Du said smiling like a pig in mud. He nodded to the two agents on either side of the prisoner, and they grabbed him and threw him to the ground outside the copter. They stepped from the copter and dragged the prone form through the doors of head quarters.

What a day I'm having, hopefully Dr. Director will see the mistake Du-mbass has made and spring me.... hopefully..... Ron thought as he was dragged across the rough ground and through the door.

Hopefully.....