A/N: Hello all sorry about the long wait, had a lot going on and a bit of writer's block. So without further ado, here's the next installment of Ron Stoppable: Assassin for Hire? Enjoy…

I do not own Kim Possible, I am weak and Disney is mighty… All praise to the Mighty mouse!

GJ Headquarters, SuperMax Detention Center, Cell A-13. Middleton, Colorado.

The occupant of cell A-13 was sitting in the lotus position, Eyes closed, Oblivious to everything that went on in rest of the Detention Center. Sensei, can you hear me? The young man's mind called out, reaching across mountains, oceans, and great distances.

Yes, Stoppable-san, I hear your call. Sensei's voice replied as if inside his head. What do you need my dear boy? We have heard the reports of your crimes Stoppable-san, I can feel your innocence and your anger… would you like to meet on the Plane?

Yes master, I need to complete my training… I would like to continue it on the Plane. Ron thought, within a manner of seconds Ron's mind's eye opened, revealing his Master's private dojo.

I am glad that you have indeed mastered astral projection Stoppable-san. Sensei smirked, feeling a swell of pride bloom through his chest, glad that the Chosen One was indeed smarter than he let on.

Well Master, when the two options that you have are taking beatings and meditating, you learn many things. Now Master, what is my next lesson? Ron asked as he limbered up, stretching his tight muscles.

The next lesson my son is to gain complete control of your powers, you are one of the best students I've had in regards to ninjitsu and Tai Shing Pek Quar, You are truly a master of both and you are a fierce warrior and silent shadow. Now we must apply the Mystical Monkey Power to both aspects of you. Sensei stated as he motioned the young blond to join him in an exercise.

Ron moved towards his sensei, bowing to the diminutive Master and taking a seat on the floor, resting on his knees. I am ready Master, show me the way. Ron coolly stated his astral body relaxing.

As you know Stoppable-san, your Mystical Monkey Power did not come from the idols, but were awoken by them correct? The blonde gave a slight nod Good, Good… You power is, as of right now, like a tsunami, an uncontrolled force that explodes out of you and cannot be completely controlled. To control this Power, you must bind it to your soul. The last caused Ron's eyes to bug out a bit, and his jaw to come loose, hanging down just a bit.

Master Sensei, what do you mean by that?! Bind it to my soul?! How do I do that?! The startled man nearly shouted as he obviously could not wrap his mind around the concept.

How the HECK am I supposed to do that? The blond thought silently to himself. After a moment of pondering, Ron looked up at his sensei, jaw once more set and eyes calm. I am ready Master. The old man nodded, speaking up clearly.

Good Stoppable-san. First you must lose yourself in the power, focus only on two things. Your soul and the power, and you will know what to do. Sensei stated simply.

Ron nodded and began his meditation within his meditation. He focused on the power that waited just below the surface of his soul. He could feel the power rising, poised to obtain total control of the young man.

When he felt the power rise up and consume him, he willed it to stay, and then began focusing on his soul, he could feel the warmth of his character and person commingle with the raw power of the MMP.

Join them now Stoppable-san, Join them and complete your training. Sensei quietly whispered to the glowing astral body that was now in the lotus position, four feet off the ground.

Ron could feel the Fire of his soul and the ice of his power slam into one another in his body. He groaned at the tearing pain, a blinding light exploded forth from the young man, to which he was completely oblivious.

Sensei placed an arm in front of his eyes to avoid blindness. He looked at the young man who was steaming, glowing with gentle blue light floating a few feet off the mat. He has done it, he truly is the Chosen One. The old man smiled as he watched the young man gently land on the mat, unfurl his legs and stand in front of his wizened Master.

Master, the Power is under my control, I can feel it engulfed by my soul, bound and controlled by my character, under my control and no other person. I am complete. I am the master of myself and the power that resides in me. Can I get a BooYeah? Ron stated with his eyes closed.

BooYeah, Stoppable-san. Sensei said with a large smile and a tear of joy glinting in his eye.

The blond smiled as he opened his eyes, the once warm chocolate orbs were now flecked with icy sapphire blue.

Guess it's time to start work. Thank you Master Sensei, I'll see you soon. The old man could only nod as his pupil vanished from the astral dojo.

Corridor outside Cell A-13

There had better be a good reason as to why I was dragged down here at eight pm on a Sunday…Damnation, that was my first date in three years, and it was going so well… Dr. Betty Director groused as she approached the cell of one, Stoppable, Ronald D., with a small entourage of two guards.

"Ma'am we were at our station when the energy sensors inside cell A-13 went off. We checked the cameras, and we couldn't believe it so we went to see if the cameras were damaged and this is what we found…" the guard trailed off as the group approached the cell.

Betty couldn't comprehend what she saw in the cell.

Is he FLOATING?!?!?! Betty screamed in her head as she stared with unbelieving eyes at the sight before her. She placed a quavering hand on the foot thick plexiglass. As soon as her hand touched the glass, the glowing blond gently landed on the floor, he opened his eyes and in an unnervingly calm voice asked,

"Time for another session, Director?"

At that point she was doing a wonderfully splendid impersonation of a goldfish. After a moment she turned and shakily walked away. "No session today, lights out." She whispered while hustling down the corridor.

Those eyes… she thought worriedly. Those brown eyes sparkled with mirth and ice; they were a contradiction, both alive and dead, joy and rage, apathy and passion.

When she reached her office, she stopped at her desk, pulled out a bottle of twenty year old scotch and drained it in one deep gulp.

What happened to his eyes? She thought as she sat down in her chair and began to review the surveillance footage of Cell A-13starting with what had happened in the last two hours.

Motel Twelve, Outskirts of Middleton Colorado

I hope this works… Shego thought as she applied the finishing touches to her make up.

Today was the day where, posing as Ron's attorney, she would figure out a plan to free him. She had liquidated all of her assets, millions in unmarked bills, enough to take off to some small uncharted island and never be seen again.

That'd be the life… she thought as she walked to the rental car, put it in drive and sped off towards Global Justice headquarters.

Two Hours Later. GJ Headquarters.

"All right Miss Gogineau, just need your signature here, and we'll get your client up here real quick." The guard said while indicating the final place where she was supposed to sign. Once she had put her Jane Hancock on the final line the guard retrieved the paper work and looked it over.

Satisfied, he turned to the communicator that was set on the wall, pressing the red button he spoke into the microphone, "I have a Miss Cheriee Gogineau to see the prisoner in Cell A-13, she's his lawyer or with the DA or something." Within five seconds an affirmative sounding gargle came through the speaker, it sounded as though the speaker said that the prisoner would be brought up in ten minutes.

Turning back to the attractive blond lawyer, the guard motioned for her to follow him. He gallantly opened the door to the interview room, puffing out his chest, trying his best to look big and bad.

Give me a break big boy, I can see the paunch, my heart belongs to a real man... She thought as she took a seat at the table. And oh what a man he is too...her thoughts wandered in that fashion until she heard the doors unlock and the man from Cell A-13 hobbled in, chain clinking together. He moved towards the chair and was roughly pushed down into a sitting position in the uncomfortable, hard plastic chair.

"If you would please stop assaulting my client, I would like to speak with him in PRIVATE." she snapped at the guard. The meathead finally got the point and exited in a bit of panic.

Once the guard was gone, Shego launched herself across the table capturing Ron's lips with hers, kissing him with a fiery passion. When she came up for air, she looked deep into those eyes that had pierced her soul, wrapping him in a bone crushing hug and covered his face with kisses. "RON! I was so worried about you, are you ok?!" she half shouted at him tears making little streams down her face as she searched his face for an answer.

"Shego?! What are you doing here, I can't have you captured!" he hissed in a stern, no nonsense tone. But when he saw her tears his heart nearly broke again. The look on her face was one of shock and pain; he couldn't and wouldn't allow that. He leaned forward and kissed her softly, whispering sweet nothings to her as she curled up in his lap.

When she stopped sobbing she spoke up quietly, "I came to spring you...I have a good bit of money saved up... we can run away.... buy an island and live happily ever after."

She pulled her face from his chest and looked into his eyes for a second time, it was then she noticed the blue flecks that where shining in his deep brown eyes. What happened to you baby... she wonder to no one in particular as she found herself drawn into the warmth that radiated from his eyes.

Seeing her confusion, Ron kissed her forehead before speaking up, "This is what I want you to do, I want you to leave and steal a working car. Then be at route 106 at midnight, I'll be there. We have a few things to take care of before we have that happily ever after, okay?"

All Shego could do was nod quietly. She stood up leaned down and gave him another soul searing kiss before heading to the door to get the guard.

"Shego, one thing: What's your name?" Ron asked in an even tone.

"Cheriee, Cheriee Gogineau." Cheriee replied with a near broken tone. The door opened and Ron whispered as so only Cheriee could hear him: "Beautiful name..." All she could do was blush as she was escorted out.

"ALL RIGHT ROMEO BACK TO YOUR CELL!" the guard captain barked as his toadies jerked Ron out of the chair, dragging him back to his cell. The three guards didn't notice the small smile on the young blonds' face...The party is about to begin...

Cell A-13, Quarter till midnight.

The skeleton crew had arrived and taken their posts, the coffee and sports section had been passed around. It was time to get to business, as Guard Timothy Gibbons pulled a deck of cards from his pocket. "Who's ready to lose some change?" He asked with bravado. The other guards nodded and the deck was dealt and the game began in earnest. Cigars and whiskey were produced and none of them noticed that Cell A-13 was now unoccupied.

I'd hate to be them in the morning... Ron thought as he made his way through the HVAC duct. Morons were so concerned about hitting the cards that they didn't notice the sliver of bed rail i slid into the door frame. Ron silently giggled as he removed the grate to the outside world. Thank god Sensei taught us how to escape... SO USEFUL... Ron thought as he praised any god who would listen. Getting his legs under him, he simply leapt out and soared to the top of the battlements.

Crouching Tiger Hidden Monkey YUNS!!! HAHA!! Ron grinned as he quietly approached the ledge and jumped, landing on the ground in a tight ball, rolling to take the force and momentum out of his jump, and finally rising to his feet. He dusted himself off, satisfied that he had escaped a supermax without harming any innocents. He then broke into a sprint, and disappeared, swinging into the trees.

Midnight. Route 106. Middleton, Colorado.

Where is he?! Shego worriedly thought as she gripped the steering wheel of the '71 cutlass supreme.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"AHH!! Damnit Ron, are you trying to kill me?!" she screamed cursing herself as Ron opened the door and slid into the muscle car.

"Sorry dear but I didn't want to become extra crispy." He quipped merrily inspecting the interior of their ride.

"Not exactly inconspicuous babe, but I guess it'll do. Well, let's go." Ron said as he leaned over and kissed her cheek. Blushing she started the car with a roar and took off. After about an hour or so of companionable silence, Ron had her pull over so he could take over behind the wheel. Shego, utterly exhausted from worry and driving on the dusty winding ribbon of asphalt, curled up on the seat, positioning her head in his lap. Looking up at him with heavy eyes, she asked dreamily, "Ronnie, Where are we going?"

"To see a man about a suit. Now get some shut eye." With that, Ron shifted into fifth, blazing down the deserted back road with Shego softly snoring on his lap.

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