(A/N: I realize at this point Camille isn't really supposed to exist as a villain yet. Basically this takes place in KP season 1, and Camille doesn't come until season 4. Just make pretend! Also as a note, if anyone's character seems off, it's meant to be. These characters are only based on the ones we've seen on the show, and here they are more developed and deal with some mature Disney-no-no issues. Enjoy)

"Group Therapy" continued…

Duff began to strip the dead guard. Shego saw what he was doing and began to copy him. She took the clothing off of the man she blasted.

"Good idea, disguise as guards." Shego stated. Drakken wouldn't have thought of that.

"One of te most obvious ideas fer eh prison break in broad daylight." Duff replied. Once he had the uniform taken off the officer, he began to strip himself.

"Whoa, is that completely necessary?" Shego had to shield her eyes when she saw the orange jumpsuit drop to the floor.

"Eh can't wear two outfits at once, an no one can see te orange uniform peeking out underneath. So yes, it's necessary! Hurry up an' change, lassie, or eh'm leavin' without ye."

Shego peeked, thinking he was dressed, but she caught a little chest. She saw his bare skin, covered with dozens of large red circular scars, as he buttoned up the jacket.

Oh…the cigar burns.

Shaking away the memory of Duff talking about his past, Shego undressed and let her orange jumpsuit fall to the floor as well. Respectfully, Duff didn't look at her body. She put on the guard's uniform and together they topped off their disguise with hats. Shego pulled her hair up in a bun and hid it under her hat, so she looked like a man. Then, they dragged the bodies and carried their uniforms into a small closet inside the therapy room.

"Ok, what's next?"

"Act normal an' keep yer head down."

Shego and Duff walked down the right wing of the main cell house. They walked through rows of empty cells, for most of the inmates were housed on the left wing. Nonchalantly, Duff stopped at a small metal box attached to the wall.

"Hurry, get tis open."

Shego lit up her claws, but then Duff stopped her.

"Do it carefully! Cut around te edges, so it don't look like ye did it. It'll give us more time before te guards realize we're out."

"And why are we wasting our time on this thing again?" Shego asked, while burning along the edges of the box.

Duff ignored her, and waited for it to cool for a few seconds. He opened the box and started working with the dozens of wires inside. He pulled one out, and in response the lights all around them went out too.

"Now they have ehn electrical problem te focus on. Plus, wit te lights out, it'll be harder te see our faces."

Shego smirked. It was smart.

They didn't know how far they would get, or if they would get out at all, but it was an attempt. Shego had never really gotten the chance to know Killigan. He seemed pathetic from his golf obsession. The only crimes she knew Duff for was his big 'covering the world with grass' debut, which she honestly found bizarre, and his attempt to get that robotic bracelet along with Drakken last October. The grass thing she heard was about revenge, and Duff had kidnapped a scientist for it. Still a random thing to do, but Shego knew she couldn't judge. Drakken had thought of weirder things.

The alarms hadn't gone off yet, but it was only a matter of time before someone realized their cells were empty, and they weren't supposed to be.

They continued to run through rows and rows of jail cells. It was dark, empty, and creepy. She had to ignite her hands just so she was able to see.

"Hey, how did you know that little metal box was the main electrical power…thingy? It looked like nothing. A jail as big as this, you'd think they'd have some huge generator or something." Shego asked.

"That's whut they want ye te think. Te smartest way te hide somethin' is te make it small an' obvious. Eh know eh thing or two about technology, lassie. Don' seem so surprised. Jus' because eh like golf don' mean ehm an idiot."

Ouch. Was it that obvious she thought he was dumb?

"What about security cameras? You'd think they'd have them in a jail, watching us." Shego stated.

"They do."

"And we haven't been caught because…?"

"Today they're doing maintenance on all te camera equipment. That's why eh chose today te escape. Also any suspicious guards would think te lack of lighting was due te the maintenance."

Shego smirked. Very smart.

Then, Duff stopped so abruptly, that Shego bumped into him.

"Ugh! Now what?" she growled.

"Shhh…." Duff held up a finger to his lips. "Dye hear tha'?"

Shego listened. She expected to hear feat pounding or yells of guards or Rottweilers barking. Everything sounded silent to her, until she heard a low, muffled sound, like someone was being smothered. Then she heard a man's voice.

"Shut up, you spoiled little bitch! No one will hear you scream anyway, and no one will care. This is jail…get used to it!"

The two of them walked quietly over to where the voices came from. Duff stepped closer. Even from where she was standing, Shego could see what was going on. It was an open jail cell, and a guard was on top of a woman…a blonde woman. She was struggling under his weight, and he was holding her down, and ripping her clothes off.

"HEY!" Duff yelled, once he realized what was happening. It startled the guard, and he spun around. "Leave te lass alone, ye bastard."

"Oh, shit."

Before the guard could say or do anything further, Duff attacked him. He threw the guy to the floor of Camille's cell, and beat him till he stopped moving, and blood coated his face. Shego watched in horror. Duff got up and wiped the blood off his hands with the bed sheets. Camille stood up, and looked as horrified as Shego.

"Like…ehmagawd is he dead?" she began to cry. She was shaking.

"No, he'll wake up. Are ye alright?" he touched her arm, and she flinched.

"F-fine. Why are the lights out?"

"Shego an I are escapin. Ye want te come too?"

Camille didn't have to think for a second. She wanted out of this place as fast as possible. Jail had a new meaning for her. It contained a new evil.

"Shapeshift into eh guard like us." Duff commanded. Camille morphed her face and her clothes suddenly became a guard's uniform, matching theirs. Duff looked at the man who tried to rape her…she had his face.

The three began to walk again, towards the main entrance.

"What are we going to do, just walk out the front door?" Shego asked. She tried to get onto the subject of escaping and forget about Camille's unfortunate event. She felt bad for the girl. At times like this, Shego appreciated her powers. She's never really been in a relationship with anyone before, because she's always pushed guys away, and eventually, she didn't need to try any more. She had a reputation that everyone knew and feared. Camille, on the other hand, before her villainous downfall, was known for being a ditsy heiress who was cheated on by her infamous boyfriend Robby of Oh Boyz. It was a huge scandal in the tabloids. Shego remembered reading about it a few years ago. She had never been a fan of the celebrity. She took pity on her weakness, how prone she was to drama, and how ridiculously spoiled she was. But after hearing about Camille's father, she could understand that this girl had her reasons. Camille had turned to a life of money and fame to try and make her pain go away. Shego's parents were never abusive, never mean, just annoying. Shego turned her back on her family. She was grateful for never being abused like Camille, and especially like Duff.

"Hullo, are ye even listening?" Duff said. Shego realized she had been zoning out.

"What?"

"Eh said, we have te make our way te the south courtyard. We jus' have te sign out as te guards an' we can cut through te exercise yard an' Shego can burn through te fence."

"Uh, right. Okay."

Duff, Shego and Camille walked up to the yard entrance. There was a guard standing there. Both Duff and Shego kept their heads down or away, but Camille was identical to the real guard, so she did all the talking.

"Hey…..Martin." Camille could make out his last name on the badge that peeked out from his pocket. "We'd like to sign out and take a break in the yard."

"All three of you? You know the rules…one break at a time per quarter. Two of you need to stay at your posts."

"We have coverage." Duff said. Shego looked up at him and was surprised. He spoke perfect, non-Scottish English. "Dan and Paul from the monitor room had open shifts. As you know they're fixing the security cameras today."

"Exactly my point." The guard responded, a little suspicious. "We need security to be on top today."

"Well they had nothing to do, and they offered to cover our breaks. David and I are tired of watching goons all day," he nudged Shego. "and if you don't mind, we'd like to chew the rag for fifteen minutes without someone shoving rules up our asses."

The guard hesitated. "Fine. But make it a quick break."

The three villains forged three separate signatures: David McCaughlin, Louis Bard, and Kris Jenkins.

They went into the yard and took a stroll to the left corner, past where the guard could see. Camille kept watch while Duff told Shego to cut open the electrical gate with her rays. She kicked out a big hole, and Camille made a loud 'sneeze' to try and cover up the sound it made. First Shego went through, then Duff, then he helped Camille. Just as she reached the other side of the gate, the alarms started to go off.

"Oh no…they, like, know we're missing!"

"Don' matter now. Run!"

The three villains ran together. They had to pass through some woods before they could reach a town or a highway. Duff hijacked a car and got in the driver's seat. Shego got shotgun and Camille sat in the back. As soon as Duff was able to hot-wire the engine, he pulled onto the highway and was driving no slower and no faster than any other car on the road. They were officially free.

"Woohooo!" Shego howled as she stretched her arms. "That….was….awesome!"

Camille didn't say anything. She stayed silent in the back, and Duff knew why. He kept quiet too.

"Well…yer welcome." Duff stated.

"Who knew golf boy would be the one to plan an escape? I gotta hand it to ya Killigan, I'm surprised. And who knew you could even speak without that ridiculous thick accent?"

"I speak more languages than you could probably think of." He responded flatly.

"No need to tell lies, Killigan. It was a compliment."

"Ehm nae lyin'. Eh've done business in te black market all o'er te world. Eh have te know how te communicate."

"Prove it. Say something in….." Shego tried to think of a language he wouldn't know. "Afrikaans."

"Die vrou wat langs my sit is dom."

Camille perked her head up. "Huh?"

"Err...what did you say?" Shego asked.

Duff just laughed hard. "Ye'll never know!"

Shego growled and lit up her hands. "Tell me!"

Duff just laughed some more and changed the subject. "So where are we goin'? Ye want me te drop ye off at Drakken's last err...lair?" he looked in the rier view mirror. "Where dye live Camille?"

"Um...well I don't really have a place right now."

Shego looked at Duff. She didnt want to go back to Drakken's last place. She wanted to find out what Killigan was up to, and help out on the evil plan.

"Well yer welcome te stay wit me until ye find eh secure enough place." Duff responded, keeping his eye on Camille in the mirror. He smiled, and she smiled back.

Shego cleared her throat and gave Camille a dirty look. "Don't you have some fancy celebrity house to live in?" She didnt want Camille in on the plan. The more players, the more they had to split winnings.

Camille narrowed her eyes. "No. If you dont remember, I was, like, disinherited. I was in jail for stealing. If i was rich I wouldn't have done that."

"Then go steal something else to pay for rent."

"Ugh! Like hellooo,"

"STOP!" Duff yelled. "Eh have enough room in meh castle, its nae eh problem fer Camille te stay, Shego!"

"Well you shouldn't have brought her along. She's helpless."

"Eh may be a lot of things, Shego, but one thing eh don't like is when eh woman is being taken advantage of against her will. So unless ye wouldn't have eh problem wit bein' raped, eh'd shut meh mouth."

Shego was horrified. Duff had insulted her, and it hurt. He got her real good, and no one has done that to her for a long time.

It was silent in the car for about a half hour before anyone said anything again.

"So where are we driving?" Camille asked.

"Well eh want te go home, so ehm drivin' te the nearest international airport. We can part ways there. Camille, you an' eh'll will fly te Scotland an' Shego can go wherever she wishes."

"I...I think it's best if we stay together." Shego mumbled.

"Whut?"

"We have a higher chance of not being caught if we work together."

"Uh, no, they'll expect te see us together. It's better if we split."

"What do you plan on doing, stealing a plane all by yourself?"

"Ye keep fergettin' Camille is right in te back seat, an' no, eh wus plannin' ehn buyin' eh plane ticket!"

"With what money and what passport?"

"We're villains...even ye know its easy te forge eh passport an' steal te money."

"Ahem!" Camille spoke up. "If you don't mind me interrupting your little conversation, I have my own private jet...I just need a pilot to fly it somewhere around here. "

"I thought you were poor, blondie." Shego growled.

"I had a jet before I went poor, duh!"

"Then if you were so rich before, why didnt you get a jet with autopilot? Duh yourself! If there's no pilot, the jet can't be flown!"

"Ay, calm down! Why ye bein' so hard on her? Listen eh have eh jet too wit autopilot, but eh'd take eh while before it got 'ere."

"I thought you had a blimp." Shego said.

"Eh changed around meh engineering. Te blimp is nice fer theatrics, nae getaways."

"Ugh. Well can you trigger the controls from here?"

"Eh jus' need eh phone."