A/N: Ahh! Another really short one. I'm sorry, this is still a transitory chapter, and were moving into some major plot zones ahead. Then again, I may take some time and do a chapter dedicated to those hit worst by Kim and Shego's 'deaths'. Tell me what you think? I can't promise I'll do exactly what you may want, but I will certainly take your opinions into account. Seeing as I'm not actually a psychic, if you do have a suggestion or comment, you'll have to PM me or leave a comment. And now for something competely similar to the rest of what you've been reading thus far.

"Kim!" Ron woke screaming.

No one responded. Ron looked around he room he found himself in. It was fairly small, that was obvious. The only source of illumination was a window beside the bed Ron was lying in. The window's blinds were only partially open, casting slits of light across Ron. The rest of the room was shrouded in darkness.

"Kim?" He called out again, uncertainly.

"What about Miss Possible?" A voice echoed from the darkness beyond Ron's bed.

A man stepped out, stopping at the edge of the light. As such, only his facial features were visible. Still, it was enough. Ron's eyes narrowed.

"Director Du." He growled.

"Ronald Stoppable." The figure replied calmly.

"Where's Yori?"

"Safe. In fact, she's in the room across the hall."

Ron visibly relaxed. "What happened? Last thing I remember was…" He paused, not quite willing to share what he'd seen before loosing consciousness. "…getting swarmed by…" He shivered violently. "Monkeys."

"Honestly Mr. Stoppable," Will paused. "We don't know as of yet. We know that Montgomery was able to subdue both you and your companion, but after that…" He shook his head. "Our best guess is that you were able to turn the tide with your unique…talents."

"But Monty said that the ruins blocked he MMP."

"Evidently, not as well as he'd hoped." Will caught the disbelief in Ron's eye. "Why? What other explanation is there?"

Ron hesitated. "I…Right before I blacked out, I thought I saw…Kim." He lowered his eyes and began staring intently at his sheets.

Director Du leaned forward and clasped a hand on Ron's shoulder. Ron glanced upward, and saw the bags under the director's eyes. The worn lines around his face. Apparently, Will had been frowning a lot recently. More than usual anyways.

"I know Ronald." He whispered. "Odd as it may seem, I miss her too." He started to leave, then turned back to Ron. " If you hear anything," His eyes were almost pleading. "If there's even a chance that she-"

"No." Ron interrupted him. "Nothing."

"That was fun." Kim said as she and Shego entered their apartment again.

She'd been riding the wave of adrenaline all the was back, an her heart rate was only now beginning to slow. It was a side effect of her chosen profession. The constant danger, combat, and life or death situation she was usually in had, over time, prompted her body to produce more of the intoxicating chemical, and keep it in circulation longer. Shego chuckled at the look of childlike glee on Kim's face. Then she realized they were both sporting similar looks.

We are such adrenaline junkies.

"Well, well, well." A voice cackled. The monitor in front of Betty Director flickered to life. On its screen, was none other than her brother. "If it isn't my dear little sister."

"Sheldon." She growled eloquently in response.

It had been annoying enough when he used to call her at work to gloat, but calling her at her own home, after her early retirement nonetheless? That was just him being insufferable. Regardless, it had been expected and planned for.

"Well haven't you been naughty, sister." Gemini waved a finger at the screen. "I just finished talking with mom. Needless to say, she's quite disappointed in you." He leaned closer, grinning wickedly. "I must say, I can't blame her. She's not the only one with contacts inside of G.J. We all know what really prompted the retirement." Then he leaned back and folded his hands over his stomach, his evil grin now a smug smile of satisfaction. "It's just too good, really. The head of Global justice (sorry Pepe) kills Kim Possible. I'm considering going to the media with this one. The man on the street has a right to know and all that." The sound of Dr. Director's teeth grinding was almost audible, yet she held her tongue. "I don't need to tell you how much damage that would do to your precious organization." The he checked his watch. "It's been nice gloating, sister dear, but I have to go. Evil plots to attend to, you understand." The screen went blank.

A quiet beep sounded from the monitor. Dr. Director grinned. Her eyes flashed down to a small, pulsing icon just below where Gemini's face had been.

[CALL TRACED]

"Check."