Ron was heading thru the elevator holding Prim close to his chest, he still could feel he irregular gasping of the girl. Not even Rufus antiques could cheer up the girl who though she would be alone in this world. When finally they arrived to the third floor and began walking in the hall in silence, then they heard a voice that was whispering.

The creepy part was it was Ms. P. voice

"Yes, yes, the brat is OK" "Yes,as soon as the pest go we return to the program" "Yes, I know about that, I think we need to restrict the food more" "Yes, the security is weak in here, but what do you want me to do? To send a SWAT team to keep an eye on a brat? That would call a lot of attention and this is secret even for secret agents" "I don't care who is her mother and or father, this could be the epitome of my career..." she was suddenly interrupted by someone grabbing her neck and holding her a foot from the ground

"Something you want to share with the class, Ms. P?" asked Ron with a too pleasant voice

"I...uhg...I...need...to...brea...breath" she said trying to let her throat free.

Ron released her and she fell to the ground

"What do you think you are doing?" he asked angrily

"Shut up!"he snapped "Like hell I didn't know what were you talking about, I didn't become a CEO with no listening skills!"

"I'm sure I have no idea of what your are talking about, now, go before I call security"

"Like hell I'll leave!" he yelled

"What is going on?" another agent asked apparently he had a high post since his chest was covered in medals

"Sir!" Ms. P. started "This mongrel attacked me with no reason!"

"Is that so?" he said rising an eyebrow

"No is not true Mr. VD" yelled Prim out of nowhere

The agent face immediately soften

"Prim, sweetie" he said opening his arm for a hug "look at you I leave for a couple of months and you grow like a bean sprout"

Prim hugged the old agent in from of the other two dumb folded persons

"Vice Director..." she tried to start

"Hold on a second" said Ron grabbing his watch "I recorded everything, and you tell me if it is nothing suspicious out of this" he said as he handed the older man the watch-recorder. The agent listened and his frown became deeper and deeper.

"Ms. P lets' have a little talk with my office" he said gesturing a door

Ms. P walked as a soldier walked to a martial court shooting daggers to Prim and Ron.

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Ron entered Prim's room and was surprised the it was neat and tidy

"Someone cleans this?" asked Ron

"No Daddy , to maintain a neat room is responsibility of every agent because you never know when you have to flee"

"That's good I guess?" responded unsure . He was kind of glad that she wasn't very spoiled but a child needed to be make a little disaster, to have a little mess or paint in the walls, below the thick layer of white paint in the wall Ron noticed faint traces of flowers, suns and pink walls, may be Kim herself had painted the walls before leaving.

"Prim, your walls are all white" he commented

"Yeah, I don't like it, but Ms. P said that is better white, not kiddies ideas..."

Ron frowned a bit more

"Do you have any toys?"

"Just my monkey plush" she said "I had more toys but Ms. P said that that was too childish, that I must grow up, and I guess it is true, I man I'm almost 5..."

"Prim, so what did you do with your spare time?" he asked

"Tutors" she responded with a frown "According to them I have the level of a fourth grader, plus Latin, Spanish , French , Italian and Portuguese, well at least the basics of those languages, next week I was about to start with German..."

Ron sighted and glanced to the desk, there were a lot of notes in different languages alll neatly organized, the only thing that stand up was a photo of Prim next to someone whole head hed been ripped.

"Prim, why is that photo like that"

"I don't know" she said looking to the other way

"Primrose..." he started

"Well it was a photo of Mommy and I ,one day I was very angry and ripped the picture..."

"Why were you angry?"

"Because Mommy abandoned me here..."

Ron hugged his daughter tightly

"Your Mommy didn't abandoned you" he said in a sure voice

"But Ms. P... said" she started

"Forget everything Ms. P had told you about your Mommy or me I need you to understand what I'm about to tell you "

Prim looked him directly in the eye

"Me and your mother loved you, loved you before you were born, after and right now, either of us would bet their backbones just for you to be safe..."

Prim's eyes began to water

"You were always a loved child, you were always a wished and expected child, before Mommy and I split we talk about having kids, and we agree that despite everything we would love them ever second of the rest of our lives..."

"Daddy!" she whispered "I miss Mommy! I miss her so much every day I miss that she took me to bed, I miss that she showered me with kisses I miss when she loved me!" she continued crying

Ron's eyes watered a little bit

"I miss her too, so much, every day" he said as he patted her back

The it looked that Prim had an epiphany

"Daddy, do you want to see my secret stash?"

"Secret stash?" asked Ron

"Yes, is right behind the desk" she answered as she moved the heavy desk to the front.

To say that Ron was surprised was an understatement, there were a lot of drawing of Prim and Kim the talent was emanating from the once while wall, it looked that all the colors restricted from the room were compressed in that tiny piece of wall, in the very center was a piece of a photo of a smiling Kim Possible.

"Don't worry Primrose" he said tangling her hair "I'll bring Mommy back"

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So, yeah, I was suddenly inspired for this chapter

Someone asked me about Jim Tim and the rest of the Possibles/Stoppable and the rest of the cast, fear not dear readers! Everything is calculated ;)

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