A/N: Aloha readers... What do ya think? Hopefully all is well in the world of fanfic readers. If ya like my twisted tail, Read it AND Reply, let me know what you think. I know there have been a few review, but like a fat kid at a chocolate factory, I WANT MORE lol. Anyways, hopefully this chapter will sate y'all for at least another week. Anyways here we go...

I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. They are mighty while I am weak.... All praise to the mouse....

PPS: This Chapter wouldn't have been possible without my rockin' awesome Beta Keybearer007, rock on buddy...

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Somewhere over the rainbow, South America...

Damn mosquitoes...Should have brought some OFF or something... Why did Wade drop us off three damn miles from DNAmy's latest lair? The redheaded heroine thought as her machete flashed back and forth, cutting a path for her and her partner through the dense undergrowth.

"Kim, how much further? I think I'm gonna get carried away by the Venezuelan air force," Josh asked while panting and smacking the "bogies" and following his GF through the ginsued veggies. "Why did Wade have us dropped out in the middle of nowhere?" SMACK another one bit the dust.

"I don't know sweetie" GRUNT "I guess he's a bit off since Ron broke out. I mean, he's been amping up his security since Dr. Director informed us yesterday." CRUNCH Her next swing connected with not only a bush but also a limestone block.

"AHA! We're here, time to climb baby boy." With that she pulled her grappler and fired, once the line was taught, she pressed the retractor button and began to zip towards the summit of the once in visible pyramid. Following her lead, Mankey did the same and subsequently landed and a low fighting crouch beside her. It is SOOOOOO refreshing to have a partner, who is not only competent in a fight but also can keep his pants up: with or without a belt. Kim thought as she gave Josh a quick series of hand gestures to layout the plan.

After laying down the game plan she motioned for him to move towards the barracks, where DNAmy's henchmen and "cuddlebuddies" where stationed. Once he was on his way she crept towards the Oculus (A/N: Hole in the top that signified the gate to heaven, Thank you Dan Brown). Peering down into the "holy of holies" she saw the chubby geneticist bending over a prone form on a stone altar.

"Precious, you've constantly tried to push me away, saying such mean things, and well, I can't allow that anymore. Once I give you this nice and painful lobotomy, you'll only have eyes for ME!!! MUWAHAHAHAHA!!!" DNAmy ranted, standing up straight and began walking towards a cart that held several different instruments, muttering in a low voice, so low that Kim only caught bits and pieces of her mutterings. "...where is that ice pick...need it to make the Precious Baby....mine mine mine..."

Dear God, she finally snapped...as much as it pains me to say this I need to rescue Monty. Kim thought as she stared with bewildered eyes at the lunatic geneticist. Shaking her head, she attached her repelling line to the roof and quickly descended to the temple floor, landing with silent grace. After she disentangled herself from the line, she moved from crate, to machine, to box, with graceful speed. OK, now just one more burst and I can release monkey man and take out the psycho. Ducking from her last refuge of cover, she sprinted quietly to Monkey Fist's side. "Monty, MONTY... I'm gonna get you out of here... Be quiet," Kim whispered rapidly as she began cutting through his bond with her lipstick laser.

The monkey man whimpered as he tried to keep his tears in check. Please please please hurry Possible, This crazy loon is trying to kill me... He thoguht as he felt a tearing pain in the center of his chest. Even with his stoic self control gained from years of ninjutsu, he couldn't hold back the gargled scream that erupted from his throat. Hearing his dying scream Kim looked up, only to find the deranged eyes of an unhinged DNAmy.

"I-I-I th-thought you loved him...." Kim said as terror entered her mind and exited through her emerald eyes.

"YOU WERE TRYING TO TAKE AWAY MY PRECIOUS!" the geneticist screamed, spittle flecked from her lips. "IF I CAN'T HAVE HIM THEN NO ONE WILL!!! I'LL KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE HOMEWRECKING BUNGLER!!" DNAmy wrenched the blade from the now dead monkey master, and ran directly at Kim, swinging the large knife like a machete.

Seeing the enraged woman charging her with a knife, Kim did the only logical thing, she ducked out of the way, but not before getting a slice taken out of her shoulder. OMG! OMG! OMG! SHE SLASHED ME, GOD I'M TO YOUNG AND PRETTY TO DIE! Kim screamed in her head as she lay in a growing puddle of blood, the fight completely leaving her. She opened her eyes long enough to see the enraged woman standing over her, bringing the knife high above her head to deliver a deathblow to the teen heroine. When the knife reached its apex, the dim light of the temple shining off the blood on the blade, giving it a black demonic tint, a curious thing happened.

A spear head appeared in the center of DNAmy's flabby chest. Both Kim and DNAmy looked at it with bewilderment and curiosity. Giving a final growl/whimper, DNAmy fell first to her knees, then to her side as blood pooled from her mouth and pierced front.

Kim looked from the dead mad woman to the shadow in front of her. What the HELL is going on here?! She thought as her vision started to tunnel into blackness. The shadow, knelt and picked her up and made for the door. When he reached the outer doorway he laid her on the stone step and reached into his pocket, pulling the kimmunicator out and hitting the speed dial.

"Wade, I need emergency evac! Kim's down and I'm going to administer first aid. We need it two days ago!"

"Gotcha Josh! Evac should be there with medical in approximately two minutes. Good luck." The teen super genius faded to black.

Nodding to himself, Josh pulled a small med kit from his belt and began treating the massive gash on Kim's back. "Come on Babe I know you can do it. You can do anything..."

Road on the outskirts of Coal Mountain, Montana

Driving was taking a toll on one Ronald Dean Stoppable. It wasn't that he was tired, just the opposite, he was wired. If you haven't been amped up while driving down backwards country roads, you have no idea how he was feeling at this particular time.

I feel like a coiled spring, or a lion in a cage, or some such... Good, two mile till the old man's home. Ron mused as he made his way towards the dirt driveways on the left hand side of the road.

Ron slowed the cutlass down, turned on the right turn signal, and pulled onto the gravel of the driveway. The crunch of the pea gravel caused Shego to stir, where upon Ron noticed a puddle of drool on the front of his gas station bought shorts. As she sat up and stretched like a cat, moaning softly as her muscles regained some semblance of flexibility, Ron shot her a goofy grin.

"Sleep well babe?" he asked and with one hand indicated to the wet spot on his leg. She frowned for a moment, leaned over and popped him on the back of the head.

"OW! Hey, no hitting the driver!" He half shouted in a mock serious tone. With a final glare, she burst out in a giggle fit.

"Ronnie, shut up! I'm SO sorry I ruined your incredibly expensive Quik-O Mart executive travel shorts." she snared in between giggles. Ron could only do one thing at that point; he joined the growing giggle fit. After a few moments, the giggles subsided and the two occupants noticed the dilapidated farm house that rose into view.

"Nice place, where are we? Green Acres?" Cheriee asked with a bit of good natured humor, looking from Ron to the broken down farm house. Ron chuckled a bit before pulling to a stop to the right of the driveway; he put the car in park and shut down the engine, and let out a mighty sigh.

"Cher, this gem of a place is called The Hammond Farm, located in Coal Mountain Montana, owned by one Gid Cairo." Ron stated in his best impersonation of Robin Leach. "Gid owes me, but I want to talk to him first, so please just sit here for a minute." He flinched at the look he got from Cheriee. "Gid doesn't take well to strangers. First time I met him, I sorta snuck up on him while I was on a solo mission and he nearly took my head off with a left hook. So please trust me Cher, let me make myself known and I'll motion you on in." Seeing the scowl, Ron leaned over and gave her a deep kiss which quickly turned her frown upside down. He exited the car and made his way to the barn.

Ron approached the open door of the barn and peered inside. "Gid?! Gid?! It's Ron, Ron Stoppable. I need to talk to ya for a moment!" Ron shouted into the inky black barn. Warning bells went off in the back of his mind, prompting Ron to pivot around stopping in a low fighting stance. Before him stood a man of average height, wearing dirt stained jeans, muddy boots, an AC/DC tee, and a faded Atlanta Braves hat perched upon a mane of auburn hair. A bemused half smile played across the man's face and he chuckled silently to himself.

Wiping his hand on an old green bandana, the man finally spoke up. "Well ain't you a sight for sore eyes kiddo. Saw ya on the news, but I know you ain't got nothin' to do with that shit that went down in Middleton," he said, tucking the bandana into his back pocket, the mystery man held out a hand to Ron, prompting Ron to stand up and take the hand in a firm shake.

Kids beefed up since the last time. He thought as Ron attempted to crush his hand. "Easy there haus. No need to break this old man's hand. Tell Miss Shego to get outta the car and y'all head on into the kitchen, I'm gonna go whip up some good ol' Georgian Lemonade." With that, the man headed towards the old farm house, leaving Ron to get Shego.

Chuckling to himself, Ron walked back to the car, whistling Dixie to himself. Stopping by the front bumper, Ron motioned for Shego to get out of the car. Complying she opened the door and slithered out of the muscle car. He slipped an arm around her waist and led her to the house. When they reached the door, they could hear some snippets of a baseball game on a radio somewhere in the house.

"Are you sure this guy is on the level Ron? I mean, he could turn us over to the Global Jackasses and we'd be back to square one." She said quietly as they slipped into the living room moving towards the kitchen.

"Ma'am, if there's one thing I know, it's you don't nark on your friends, no matter what the charges." Gid stated evenly while fiddling with a pitcher of lemonade.

Shego looked at the man's back, thinking to herself, Guys got ears like a bat, I mean I whispered that and He heard it twenty feet away and over some commentator shouting about a Grand Salami.

"To answer your question: Yes I have pretty darn good ears and yes I know exactly who you are Cheriee Gogineau; Age 24; Weight 127.5; Born New Orleans, LA; Moved to Go City Cali-for-nee-i-ay at age 6; Hit by a comet age 12; Became a mercenary age 18; Etcetera, etcetera..." Cairo stated mechanically, turning towards the stunned Shego and bemused Ron. "Take a seat at the table y'all. Momma didn't raise me to be impolite now. Damnit, now, I said take a load off." Cairo chuckled and poured three glasses of lemonade, handing two to the bemused Ron, who had, himself, started to laugh which earned him an elbow to the ribs.

"OW! Yeesh! What am I, a punching bag or somethin'?" He whined good naturedly as he took a sip. PFFFFT!!!! "What the hell is this Gid?! Battery acid? You trying to bump me off or something?!" Ron sputtered, glaring at the redhead across the table that was in the middle of trying to keep his sides from splitting.

"Ron, authentic Georgian Lemonade has about two shots a sip of good ol' fashioned Jackie D." Cairo got out before completely falling into his laughter's grip. Narrowing his eyes, Ron looked to Shego for help, only to see her enjoying her cool treat; Her eyes tearing up from not only the lemonade but also from the amusement of her lover's expense.

"Everybody's out to get me..." Ron muttered while sipping his drink with caution.

After an hour or so of war stories, jokes, and several more glasses of Georgia pride, Shego finally bid the boys goodnight, giving Ron a kiss that said "Come to bed soon and there might be more in store for ya." She waved goodnight to Gideon heading down the hall and up the stairs. When Shego's steps finally receded to the guest room and the door shut, the two old friends decided that it was time to get down to business.

"Gid, I need to cash in a few favors buddy." Ron said evenly but with a slight slur to his words.

"Allright kiddo. What do ya need? I'll do what I can. As the good book says, Ask and thou shalt receive." Gid replied, his face becoming emotionless and his eyes hardening. Momma always said, business and Fun just don't mix, 'less you like your ass in a grinder.

Ron nodded and cleared his throat, steeling himself for the reply to his unmade favors. "Well, we need a place to crash for a bit, new identities, some info, and maybe some new toys."

"Ok Ron, I figure I can help ya out on one condition."

"Great... What's the condition?" Ron asked with a small bit of confusion tainting his words.

"All right, my condition is actually two: You go on to bed and make that lady happy, and I get to be the best man when y'all finally take the plunge." Gideon stated with a half smile and a wink.

"You got it boss!" Ron saluted with a laugh. "But that toy I need may be hard for ya to make. I need a Kevlar/adamantium bi-weave body suit with a full face mask. Also, if possible, a few nice gadgets and gizmos wouldn't hurt either..." Come on buddy help a guy out... Ron thought as he finished his pitch.

Gideon frowned and then quickly smiled. "You got it kid. Might take a few days to whip up, but a little bit of armoring would be fun. Tell ya what kiddo, you and the lady help around the farm for a few days while I fix your stuff up and we'll be even, deal?" Gideon finished by offering Ron a hand. Considering his options, Ron finally nodded and shook Gid's hand, sealing the deal.

Stretching a bit Ron stood and made his way down the hall towards the guest room.

"Night Gid. And, thanks again buddy."

"Don't forget condition one buddy boy!" Gideon teased good naturedly at the retreating form. His tease was quickly responded to by a raised middle finger. Laughing to himself, Gideon made his way to his lab, to start helping out an old friend. After checking the lights, he headed to the old barn. Stepping inside the inky darkness he made his way to the back corner of the shanty of a barn. Taking a quick look around the darkened stalls, he reached his hand to the back side of the circuit breaker flipping a small switch.

With an audible click, the front of the breaker box revealing a small keypad. Reaching forward, he typed in a four number code. "Thank you, Mister Cairo." a vaguely feminine voice.

"No problem, Sweet Lips." Cairo replied with a chuckle.

Moving into the hidden elevator, he pressed a button, riding the elevator to his subterranean lab and comm. center. With a whoosh, the elevator doors opened revealing a very high tech lab/ communication center. Gid stepped out of the elevator and moved to the comm. annex, slipping into a leather high backed desk chair. Rolling under the desk, he dialed a number and waited, sipping Jose from a fairly large hip flask, he awaited the answer on the other side of the connection.

"Good evening, Cairo-san, you have news for me?" an Asian voice asked from the screen, face cloaked in shadow.

"Yes master. As you predicted, Ron came to me for a new ID and some equipment." Cario said in an even, respectful tone. "Any further instructions, Master?"

"That is good, very good Cairo-san, you have done well. Assist him in any way possible. The tragedy that has befallen him is truly horrific. If he is to follow the path that was pre-ordained for him, he must find some semblance of vengeance. When he resolves this problem, he will be well on his way to attaining his true destiny. Remember Cairo-san, guide him, but do not let him know this. Contact me when new information arises, for now I bid you luck and good bye." with that the screen faded to black as the man on the other end of the line hung up.

"Well, that was fun. Guess it's time to set to work." Cairo said to the blank screen. Rolling back he stood and stretched. Moving to the other side of the lab, he took another sip from the flask, screwing the top back on he cleared his throat.

"Baby doll, I need ya to scan Ronnie and get his measurements. When you've done that, I need a body suit made from the Kevlar/Adamantium bi-weave I cooked up a few months ago. Start production when you get those measurements, ok snookums?" Cairo said to no one in particular.

"Yes, Sir, Mister Cairo. Production beginning, completion estimated to be at nine AM tomorrow morning." The same mechanical yet feminine voice responded giving Cairo a half grin.

"All righty sweet thang, see ya in the morning. G'nite" Cairo said to the voice, making his way toward the elevator. When it opened, he stepped into it turning to hear the computers response as the doors of the elevator closed.

"G'nite Boss."

Middleton General Hospital

Kim Possible lay on her stomach, her face on the "toilet seat" wincing as she received stitches for the massive cut across her back. "Relax Kimmie-cub; you'll tear out the stitches I've already got in place." A very doctor like voice stated coolly as she continued to work on her daughters back.

Dr. Anne Possible was not a happy camper. That bitch, if she wasn't in a body bag, I'd put her in one. The doc told herself as she fumed about hat misfortune had befallen her daughter. I've seen way too many cuts like this; maybe I should get into pediatrics or maybe gynecology…Hmm… No giant cuts…

"All right Kimmie, I've got you pieced back together. I'm going to tell your father and brothers as well as brief Global Justice on your condition." Anne stated as she patted her daughters head. "And to make sure you don't run around I'm going to…" She trailed off as she stuck a tiny needle into Kim's jugular, injecting her with a nice dose of sedative.

"OK baby, get some rest." Anne said as she leaned down and gave her daughter a kiss on the back of the head. Making her way to the door of the room, she turned off the lights, looking back to smile at her sleeping daughter. I can't believe Kim didn't put up a fight when I tried to sedate her… I think I should tell Betty to put her on medical leave and maybe psyche leave. Doc Possible pondered as she entered her office to call her husband and her daughter's boss.

Anne assured James that his little Kimmie-cub was all right and she would be spending a few days in a private room until she was healthy enough to be out and about. After saying their good byes, Anne dialed Betty Director's private line and waited for the head of Global Justice to answer.

"Hello Anne, how is Kim doing?" Betty asked in a worried voice.

"She's fine Betty. She just needs to heal up. But that isn't my concern. She seems despondent. She said nothing to stop me from sedating her. I want you to give her a psych work up before you send her back into the field. Am I clear Betty?" Anne said with a worried physician's tone.

"Anne, we want nothing more for Kimberly then for her to succeed and be safe. I'll have Dr. Monroe look into it when her review comes up. If that is all, then I have some urgent matters to attend too." Director replied.

"Good… Betty? Betty...? She hung up on me…" Anne growled.

Bitch better not get my Kimmie killed… Anne thought as she rubbed her temples with vigor.

Time for work… Anne muttered in her head as she began to flip through some current case file.

The Hammond Farm, Coal Mountain Montana, Guest Room Third Door on the Left

Ron was in full ninja mode when he entered the room that he and Cheriee were to share while they were staying at The Farm. Silently sliding out of his shorts, he padded to the closet, opening the door with a near silent creak reaching up for the pillow and blanket that was on the shelf above a few old shirts and pairs of jeans.

Cough, Cough.

Ron winced as his fingers brushed the wool of the blanket. "You're awake aren't you?" He asked while cursing himself. I may be the ultimate ninja, but I can't even keep the fracking closet door from creaking, so long entrails I knew thee well. Ron turned to face his certain doom; A grumpy Cheriee is a deadly Cheriee...

"Just what do you think you're doing Buffoon?" Cheriee asked her blanching beau in a seemingly aggravated tone.

"I-I-I..." Ron stuttered, completely oblivious to the glee/hunger in Cheriee's green eyes. "I was going to get some blankets and a pillow from the closet so I can get a little sleep on the floor..." He blurted out glancing out at his shifting feet looking very much like a child who was getting scolded for shoveling cookies. So ends the life of Ronald Dean Stoppable, killed by his sleep deprived lover... While clinching his eyes closed, he heard the box springs creak and a few soft footsteps making their way towards him, sealing his doom.

He flinched like a little girl as he felt two warm arms wrap themselves around his neck. Great she's gonna rip my damn head of...HMMM? He jumped a bit as he felt her lips slam against his, her tongue ran along his lips seeking entrance to his mouth. With a dazed smirk, he obliged her, deepening the kiss. A near floating sensation hit both of them, enjoying each other's ware. When hypoxia was starting, they separated still clinging to each other.

"Glad you aren't going to gut me babe, but can I ask what that was for?" Ron asked finding herself lost in her eyes.

Smirking she replied, "Well that's incentive not to sleep on the floor." Disentangling herself from their embrace, she made her way to the bed adding a good bit of sway to her hips, hoping he could see it in the dark. "If you don't get in this bed Mr. Stoppable, I will gut you..." He smiled just a little as he took a bit of a running start leaping into the bed and landing on top of her.

Giggling at him she swatted at him, missing as he dodged a little bit. "There's my ninja boy...."

The laughing and rolling around sounded through the rest of the night, reaching the ears of Gid, who was working on the gauntlets Ron had asked for. Sitting back and stretching a bit, he pulled his trusty flask from his pocket and drained the rest of it.

"OH GOD....MMMM ROOOOOOOOON!!!!!!!!!"

Breaking into a hard chuckle, Gideon smirked as he cupped his hand around his mouth, shouting up at the couple, "GIVE THAT WILDCAT ONE FOR ME RONNIE-BOY!!!"

From the guest room, he could barely make out Ron's response over Shego's moans and screams. "YOU GOT IT, YA CRAZY FUCKHEAD!" After hearing that, Gid was nearly in tears as he set back to work.

Ain't no rest for the wicked... Gid thought as he smiled, getting back to work on the grappler.

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A/N: Well there y'all go... Hope Y'all like it...