Director William Du was on his way back to report to the council member, when he was interrupted by a pair of voices in the night. Voices he never thought he'd hear again.
"Hey there, errand boy." He heard a contemptuous voice drawl from behind him.
He spun around, as he did so,the air seemed to flee from his lungs, and he had trouble drawing more. Before him, stood a pale, slightly green woman with ebony black hair, wearing team Possible's traditional mission attire.
"Sh-Shego?" He rasped. "Ha-ha-how?"
She grinned, a smile eerily reminiscent of the cheshire cat's
"Bu-but..." He protested, still unable to believe the sight before him. "You were...were..."
"Dead?" Another voice, considerably more upbeat finished for him from foo to his right. He turned yet again, in time to see a red haired specter step forward from the past to haunt him. "Yeah, we get that a lot."
Only through sheer force of will did the director manage to keep himself from fainting. His heart was skipping a few too many beats, and his breaths came few and far between.
"Hi will." The redhead waved pleasantly.
It was almost too much for him. His right hand clutched his heart, the left simply hung loosely as he calmed himself. After a few seconds of labored gasps, air returned to his lungs, and his heart began to calm. He took several steps back, ensuring that both women were firmly in his field of vision.
"You..." He began tentatively. "It's really you? You're both...alive?"
Kim took a step forward, and Will's focus turned solely on her. His hand flew to his holster, grabbing his sidearm. He didn't know what their game was-and he still wasn't entirely certain they were real-but he wasn't about to take any chances. Especially after the last time he'd faced them. And he hadn't been involved in a plot to kill them.
"Bup bup bup." A voice whispered in a deceptively soft tone, directly into his ear. He felt another hand clamp over his weapon, and mentally cursed himself for letting Shego out of his sight. As it was, Kim was simply standing in front of him, a bemused expression on her face. "Come on now, errand boy. You're smarter than that." His stun pistol was pushed securely back into its holster.
He turned his face sideways to face the ex-criminal, but when he looked, she was gone. He wiped his brow, and returned his hand to rest n his sidearm. It wasn't there.
"Now, can we talk in civilized manner?"
"That means no shooting people, Willie."
He turned once more to face the voices, to see the two women standing next to each other, each sporting identical smirks.
"Fine." Will replied, slipping into a more relaxed posture. Kim looked surprised at this. Shego openly gaped.
"Wow." She let out a low whistle, genuinely impressed. "Finally worked that stick out of your-"
"Shego." Kim elbowed her. "Be nice."
"It's quite alright." Will stated, calmly. He noticed that his pistol was tucked in one of Kim's pant pockets. "What do you need?"
"Why Will," Shego gasped, feigning indignation. "What makes you think we want anything. Can't we simply just want to help?"
He fixed her with a flat stare. "From her, I'd buy that." He said, gesturing to Kim. "From you, not so much." She just smirked at him.
"We are here to help." Kim elbowed Shego again, earning a scowl, to keep her from continuing to push Will's buttons as only she could. "But we're talking to you because we want something in return."
"Name it." Will said, looking intrigued.
Kim stared intently at him, and the director of Global Justice had to force himself not to back slowly away from her. "Project Extinguisher," She growled in a menacing tone. "never happens again.
Will sighed heavily at that. A sigh born from the weight of the world, and a guilty conscience. "That was," He began slowly. "a grave mistake on our part."
Shego rolled her eyes.
"I think you owe us an explanation." Kim demanded, quietly.
Will nodded in assent. "At the least." He stared silently at the ground before him for a few moments, gathering his thoughts. Kim and Shego just stood there, watching him. Evaluating. When he had them firmly collected, he spoke.
"It started about a year ago, when one of our analysts drew the connection between you, and the 'Tag Team.'" He began, in a low monotone. "Clever, really, you r codenames. 'Emerald and Kitsune.' A nice touch."
Shego flashed him a contemptuous smirk. "Didn't take long for you to figure that one out, did it." She turned to Kim. "I told you, nothing gets past them. They're all shrewd now." She mocked.
Will looked at her surprised. "You expect us to figure that out? Did you want to get caught?"
Shego turned back to him, eyes flashing with barely contained anger. "I certainly didn't expect to get blown up!" She growled.
"We expected you to figure it out, but never prove it." Kim added, resting a hand on her fiancé's shoulder.
"We didn't." Will admitted, guiltily.
"Sure didn't stop you." Shego mumbled bitterly.
"Yes, well..." Will winced. He began rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding the gaze of the two women before him. "You can thank one of our senior analysts for that. His report predicted that the two of you would grow into full on villainy within a year."
"Please," Shego groaned. "Don't tell me it was the same yokel who headed the 'Ron factor' study."
"No." Will sighed. "No, in fact, he was one of the few who argued your case."
"And you?" Kim asked, catching Will off guard.
"I argued against it." He replied truthfully. "Right up until the director pushed the button."
Kim and Shego shared a meaningful look, and nodded.
In one fluid motion, Kim drew Will's firearm, and tossed it into the air. As it fell, he reached out and snatched it from gravity's clutches, placing it securely back in his holster. He noticed that the balance was off. The clip was missing. When he looked up, Kim and Shego had disappeared.
"You know," Kim said to Shego once they were safely out of earshot. "It'll be nice to get back home after all this is over."
"Don't count on it, princess. Between G.J. and the unpaid rent, I don't think our apartment is going to feel much like home anymore."
"Actually," Wade's voice sounded from Shego's kimmunicator. "Sorry about the eavesdropping. But the apartment sitch is, to borrow your words Kim, no big."
"Wade," Shego replied, not in the least bit surprised. "How very deus ex machina of you." Kim shot her a confused glance, which Shego waved off.
"O-kaaay." Wade continued, slightly confused. "Anyway, I changed the records of your apartment complex, the rents officially paid for the next few months."
"And G.J.?" Kim asked.
"They couldn't even get into the adjacent hallway thanks to your security system."
Shego laughed, picturing a squad of G.J.'s best infiltration teams covered in fish, peanut butter, and raw sewage. "That trap pannel was worth every penny, it really was." She grinned absentmindedly. "I wonder if they got all the way to the rabid minnow tank? Or the nano bees?"
Kim took the kimmunicator away from her.
"So the place is still secure?" She asked Wade.
"Yep." Wade proclaimed. "Although, you're going to have to replace one of the battle dradles. They really did a number on that one."
'Battle dradles?' Kim mouthed to Shego.
'Ron's idea.'
"But other than Ron, Yori, and I, no one manager to get into your apartment."
"What were you guys doing there?" Kim demanded.
"We went there to look for clues, right after you two...disappeared."
"Wait, wait, wait." Shego took the kimmunicator back, shooting wade an expression that clearly said 'really?' "Don't try and tell me you were there. In person."
He fidgeted slightly. "Well, not really. I did send a robot though. That counts, right?"
Shego burst out laughing in reply.
Kim took the kimmunicator away from her. Again.
"To be fair, not even we could get into every room. You guys have that place locked up tight."
"Randomly resetting pins in the locks." Kim smiled. "After the front door, anything locked needs to be picked."
"Cool." Wade let out a low whistle. "Send me the blueprints some time."
"You got it Wade. Oh, wasn't there a reason you called?"
"Yeah, I almost forgot. Ron and Yori should've arrived by now."
"Yeah, there here." Shego commented offhandedly, staring at a spot on the ground. "Probably waiting for that que, or another suitably dramatic moment."
"Oh come on!" The heard Ron whine from somewhere behind them.
They turned to an unassuming bush well off the beaten path behind them. Kim and Shego walked around behind it, discovering the hiding place of Ron and Yori.
"How did you hear us?" Ron asked, looking up at his teammates in wonder.
Kim sighed. "We didn't hear you." At his blank look, she grasped his arm and pulled him away. "Come on Ron, let me show you."
"Konichiwa, Jukeisha." Yori stood, dusted herself off, and bowed.
Shego returned the gesture. "How long have you waited to use that?"
Yori grinned guiltily. "Since long before you were Yogisha, Sheridan."
Shego winced visibly, almost recoiling from the words. "Please, don't call me that." She requested, sounding hurt.
"But it is your name." Yori pointed out, confused.
"Was, Yori. It was my name."
Yori looked at her, puzzled. "But at Yamanouchi, you request that I call you by-"
"That was a long time ago." Shego interrupted. "I was afraid of the changes that I'd gone through. Super powers and everything. And to be honest, I wasn't okay, or. Even comfortable with all of it."
"And now?"
"Now?" Shego repeated, grinning confidently. "Now I'm me. And that me, is the sarcastic anti hero that is Shego."
"But the last time we met," Yori pointed out. "you commented on how little we have seemed to change. All of us, you included."
"Bah." Shego waved the comment away. "I'm a woman, and therefore, I reserve the right to be inconsistent."
Yori chuckled before returning to her usual stoic demeanor. "So, Jukeisha," she began as they started after Ron and Kim. "How did you know we we're following you?"
Shego smirked, shaking her head slightly. She didn't respond at first, instead pointing at a small, flattened patch of grass. Yori's eyes widened in realization.
"We walked in a loose circle, and when we spotted your footprints, well..." Shego shrugged. "Elementary, really."
"Ahh." Yori exhaled, impressed by the simple method of their detection.
"Yeah, we're just that amazing." Shego boasted.
They kept walking, Shego idly wondered where Kim and Ron had gotten off to, when she heard a set of four footsteps, each louder than the next. The recognized the heaviest gait.
"Oh no." She groaned. "Please don't tell me-"
"Sheridan!" Three voices cried. "Sheridan!" A fourth echoed after the others had clearly died away.
Shego wheeled just in time to be enveloped in a pair of hugs. Staggering slightly, she returned the embrace slightly.
"Hi sis." The twin attackers grinned up at her.
A/N: Doshi means comrade in Japanese, Yogisha means accused, and Jekeisha means convicted felon. Since I know it's so hard to work google translate. I have to apologize, this should've been up yesterday. I wrote it awhile waiting to hive blood, but when I got home, dragon wasn't working. I had to retype it all by hand, so you get it a day late.