Kim's eyes snapped open with a shock. Holy shit. She had just fallen asleep in AP Calc. She glanced around the room and then to the chalk board and realized, with much relief, that Mr. Flora had just finished discussing conic sections. She already knew those quite well, one of the benefits of transferring to a school after it started: there is a bit of repetition in the material, so at least she didn't miss some kind of brand new material she had never seen before.

The bell indicating the end of the day finally rang, and Mr. Flora, very disappointed he couldn't get to ellipses today, said, with an exasperated sigh, "Have a good day, and don't forget about the test next Tuesday."

Five days. Kim had five days to review for the assessment, and she had no true idea when she was going to find the time to study. She couldn't wait to get home, though, so that was her first priority; she was the first one out of the door when Mr. Flora said his farewell. She wanted to hurry to her locker before Sam, Danny, and Tucker began to crowd around and wonder whether she would be joining them for Nasty Burger. A question in which Kim had no true answer for.

She knew she had to rush home for a "mandatory, inflexible" meeting with the Guys in White, who made a point to "confirm with Possible their intentions" instead of dropping in like the other day. As far as her three awkward friends knew, however, she was still going to Nasty Burger. So, since she never really kept a secret before, she had never truly learned how to think of lies on her feet. It just wasn't in her nature to hide things from people and she couldn't remember the last time she had done it. In fact, normally, the guilt alone would eat her alive, but she luckily she hasn't grown close enough with anybody that hiding the secret was affecting her. She could only hope it would stay that way.

And then there was still the Guys in White problem to handle. She had nothing to give them. Wade said the suit would arrive by Friday, but the meeting was Thursday! What could she tell them? There was always the ghost ray from last night, she supposed.

"Hey Kim."

She swiveled around on her heels. Damnit, she cursed. She had gotten so close to her locket, too. When she had turned a full 180, her fair followed the turning motion of her head, as her pony tail whipped around and then lay cascaded on her shoulder.

Her large green eyes widened as they searched for the caller of her name, but found not one.

How peculiar, thought Kim. This was the second time in two weeks that she swore somebody said her name to simply be greeted with absolute nothing. The last time, of course, being when she crashed into Jazz.

She finally decided just to shrug. After all, what else could she truly do? Nobody wanted her except two guys who thought it was in style to dress in complete white suits, even in the fall. She turned and began walking towards the exit.

…

Kim managed to get home with no human contact and five minutes to spend to herself. She threw her bag by the door, grabbed her "ghostly-ray" and plopped onto the couch. Placing the blue handheld device on the coffee table in front of her, she patiently awaited her dreadful phone call. Finally, after what felt like much longer than a few painstakingly long moment, her handheld lit up and she heard the signature tone, indicating a message. She tapped the screen and two pairs of sunglass-encased eyes were found staring through the opaque glass and into the sage eyes of the one and only Kim Possible.

"Kim Possible," the deep voice of K said, as sternly as ever. "This is the first of many progress reports we will be conducting. We will ask a few open-ended questions, and you will provide true, sufficient answers, clear?"

"Crystal," Kim answered, a little intimidated.

"Great," K replied dryly.

"Number one," O began. "How have your first two weeks been spent regarding Criminal Case 70258?"

Kim would normally clarify 70258 as indeed the Phantom, but she wanted to get this meeting over and done with, so she kept quiet about that question.

"My main priority has been research. I wanted to find out everything I could about, er… 70258," she replied. "And what have you found out?" O inquired.

"Just what I was not told," she threw the jab she had been saving for quite some time, and noticed how that topic was worded slightly differently when they asked again.

"What additional information have you concluded on 70258?" K demanded, irritated.

"Oh! So you mean all of it?" Kim had suddenly lose all her fear and she was now just angry after realizing the depths of information about this ghost kid that she hadn't known before her own observance and Wade's research. Kim was about to let loose just about everything her cumulative work with Wade showed, but then a sudden thought came to her: What if the two Guys in White hadn't told Kim anything about the Phantom because they didn't know anything about him worth telling?

After all, they had tried to hunt this demon for what? Working on four years? This thing had been wreaking havoc and causing mayhem for three years and nothing had been done about it? If these insufficient, incapable fools had not known more than half of what Kim was about to reveal, why should Kim tell them all about his more dangerous ghost powers?

By watching the fiend fight his ghostly enemies, she could tell his basic powers, like going invisible (or she was assuming that's what he was doing since he appeared to just disappear randomly), shooting green ectoplasm from his palms, and being able to either manipulate the air or simply fly, were all powers that the basic ghost usually had; and the ghosts she had thus far seen – like that scientist one whose name was… What was name? Tech-something – they all had these same powers.

What Kim could tell made this ghost boy different from the others was his level of power. He never failed to punch a little harder or shoot just slightly more accurate. Maybe while he was living, the Phantom was very athletic, making him prone to his superior ghost form. Regardless, Kim could tell just through a week of observance that he never appeared to lose a fight, a fact Kim couldn't help but notice wasn't very optimistic regarding her mission.

Still, this was the sort of information that Kim wasn't too keen on revealing. Sure it wasn't a lot, but what else did she have? Right now, more than the Guys in White did. She had the leverage, and she wasn't going to throw it away.

"Well to be honest," she lied. "Not very much. I learned what I know through a few simple observance sessions. For example…" Kim continued to explain the little information she had obtained, remembering to leave out the crucial bits, especially the new ghost-ray she was given by Mr. Fenton just last night.

The fools, who were scratching their chins before her, appeared to be rather satisfied with her progress as Kim Possible, and asked, "Question number two: How has your work as 'Kimberly Wate' been going?"

Kim had almost forgotten her supposed code name, but remembered her initial instructions about the secret identity, luckily before she blurted out Kimberly?

"Working undercover has been quite sufficient. I've managed to make a number of friends who appear to be knowledgeable in the field." Kim watched O take a pad of paper out.

"And these friends' names are…" his lighter voice begging her to complete his sentence.

"Classified. Their names are classified," she answered stubbornly.

If O and K weren't trained emotion-hiders, Kim was sure their jaws would have dropped in disbelief at her assertiveness, but for whatever reason that O and K were not keen on sharing, the subject was dropped.

"OK Miss Possible, one last question," the irked voice of K carried through the speakers of the kimmunicator.

"On a scale of one to ten, one being the least productive and ten being almost finished, where would you rate your first two weeks?"

After thinking and knowing her suit was due to come in any day, she answered, confidently, "Three."

Both K and O seemed OK with the rather low number, and said their farewell: "Nice work Miss Possible, see you in two weeks" before they clicked off on their end. Kim glanced at the time. 4:15. It looked like she still had time to make it to Nasty Burger.

…

"Hey guys," Kim greeted her three friends, and plopped her bag down next to Sam, sitting herself down as well.

A look of confusion was clear on the three friends' faces as the red head sat down. "Is something wrong?" she asked the teenagers around her, reading their faces.

"Er… no, it's just that… you weren't around after school today. We assumed you didn't want to come today, or something," Tucker answered.

"Yea, we just weren't expecting you," Danny shrugged, and reached onto his friend's plate to grab a French fry and dip into ketchup, then tossing it into his mouth.

"Yea, I know I'm sorry, I had to run home and help my aunt with something," she lied and smiled to herself. She was getting rather good at this thinking on her feet thing.

"Yea I know I saw you at your locker," Danny said.

"What?" Kim asked.

"What?" Danny appeared to wake up out of some kind of spell.

She let it brush off her shoulder and figure this was another time that she just heard things. She reached into her bag and pulled out a large math binder, and flipped a few pages into it, pulling out a worksheet and a pencil. She began working the first problem, but abruptly stood up.

"I'm gonna go get some food, I'm starving," she smiled, and walked over to the counter.

"Dude, what is wrong with you?" Tucker jabbed at Danny.

He shook his head out of his trance, and looked at his friend. Suddenly, he was kicked in the shin by a very heavy metal boot.

"SAM!" he stage-whispered in anger and pain. "What the hell was that for?" he began rubbing the sore spot right under his knee.

"What's going on with you?" she demanded, in another hushed tone.

"What's going on with me? You just randomly lashed out on my leg!" he argued.

"Are you having a heart attack or something?" Sam said sarcastically. Danny pulled out of his angry face. His eyebrows went up, shocked at the question, and he looked really confused.

"What? No," he said simply.

"I can hear your heart beating way over her!" She finally spat out, exasperated.

"Hear it?" Tucker chuckled to himself. "I can feel it!"

"Wh-what are you guys talking about?" Danny exchanged looks from his two best friends. He had no idea what they were talking about. In fact, his memory was rather foggy since… well since that perky redhead at the counter sat down next to his friend.

"Do you like Kim, Danny?" Tucker asked, patiently.

Now Danny was able to hear and feel his heart pounding. It was no longer a subconscious effort to keep all his blood pumping.

"Wh-what? Y-yea. Of course I do! Don't you t-two?"

He was looking at his best friend, Tucker, but suddenly, the sore spot that would have a bruise in the shape of a metal boot was yet again kicked, and furrowed ocean blue eyes flashed neon green as they stared through to the girl's amethyst orbs.

"Would you stop doing that?!" he whispered loudly, exasperated.

"Put the mask away Danny. All cards on the table. Do you or do you not like Kim?" she said through angry, closed teeth.

"I already answered that!" Danny answered, not backing down, and still just as angry as before.

Sam glanced behind her and noticed the redhead was walking over again. "We will continue this conversation later," Sam said, her voice and face full of rage and passion.

If Sam had any ectoplasm DNA in her, her eyes would have flashed to red, but luckily the more untemperamental Danny had been the one inside the portal who flicked the switch. Or, at least his temper had improved over the years… Sam's was just as crazy and violent as ever.

"God, I am so hungry," Kim sighed as soon as she plopped down her tray and took her seat yet again. Tucker felt a fluttering against the plastic bench, and he instantly knew that Danny's heart beat was through the roof again. He rolled his eyes at his friend. Danny never could contain emotions before.

Tucker glanced over to his friend, but found that he was already off in another daze; his bright blue eyes seemed to be looking at nothing.

"So I already know Danny isn't super athletic, but what about you two? Do any sports?" Kim tried to spark a conversation, but she couldn't help but notice the Goth girl next to her had an angry look on her face, and the black boy seemed worried or expressing pity. In the middle, Danny just looked… sorta out of it, actually.

"Um, did I miss something…?" Kim pondered, mostly to herself.

"Er, no… why would you ask that?" Tucker immediately came out of his state of mind, and smiled, a little too innocently.

"Nevermind… so do you play a sport?" she asked the boy opposite her, and crossed her arms, suddenly a little cold.

"Managing all my technology is a sport," he smiled; then added, "Now if only the school would think so…"

Kim laughed as well, and brushed a fallen piece of ginger hair behind her ear.

"And you, Sam? Any sports?" she directed her attention towards the only other girl.

"Do I look like I like sweating?" she asked, sarcastically, yet lacking any humor. Something big was up with them…

"Guess not… Well, I think I'm gonna try out for the soccer team," she smiled, having finally gotten that off her chest. She really wanted their opinion on the matter.

"Wait, you're like… athletic?" Tucker asked, seemingly repulsed.

"Hang on," Kim answered. Her kimmunicator just beeped inside her bag. Good thing, she really needed an escape to this.

She could tell it was Wade, but how was she going to explain this to the three teenagers at the table. Thinking rather stupidly, but on her feet, she held it to her ear, and tapped the red button. "Hello Auntie, how are you?" Kim asked, her voice going up at least three octaves.

"Kim, are you okay?" Wade's voice came through so only she could hear. "The screen's all black and you're voice sounds weird."

"Yes, I'm fine. You woke up from your nap, then?" she hesitated.

Golly Wade might be a super genius, but he was a fool when it came to hints. "Are you okay, Kim? Let me get out the circumscope…" she heard the prattle of keys hitting the keyboard of his fancy computer and knew an antenna was due to emerge from the kimmunicator at any moment. Urgently, she said, "No, that's not necessary, Auntie, I'm at the Nasty Burger with a few friends from school."

She heard the keys stop, and Wade say, "Ooohhh" in revelation. Thank God.

"Sorry about that Kim… Next time I'll try to catch on sooner." Although she couldn't see him, Kim was sure that the chubby child sitting at his computer was rubbing the back of his head, sheepishly embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it, Auntie. It's no big," Kim's voice got a little lower and back to normal, and Wade knew that that 'Auntie' was meant to be replaced with the one and only 'Wade'.

"Well, back to why I called you, I just got the message that your suit has arrived," Wade said proudly.

Kim tried her best to contain her excitement in front of her friends. "I'm on my way," she told her 'Aunt' and clicked off.

She stashed her kimmunicator away, and turned her attention to her friends. "I gotta run, Guys, I'll catch you tomorrow!" she called, and was already on her feet, in the midst of making a run for the door.

The three friends waved, and as soon as Kim was out of eyesight, Sam rounded on Danny. "Now we can talk." And grabbing him by the arm, she led him out and behind the restaurant with Tucker following closely.

…

"Ow! Sam! Let me go! What are you doing?" Danny shrieked as her finger nails dug into his frosty skin. She released him, and made him look her dead in the eyes, her purple orbs full of anger. Tucker stood next to her, his expression now matching that of the Goth girl's.

"What is wrong with you two?" Danny lamented, very confused by why his friends were acting so strangely. Maybe they were overshadowed too, he laughed to himself.

"What's wrong with us?! We're not the ones whose heart flutters when a weirdo ginger gets near!" Tucker rounded.

A pink blush began crawling up Danny's neck, but he wasn't going to back down. "I… I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Don't lie to us, Danny," Sam said, not screaming, but her voice still full of passion and anger.

"I'm not lying!" he said, exasperated.

"Then answer this: do you or do you not like, Kim?" Tucker challenged.

"For the third time, I do! We all do! Aren't we her friends?" Danny's voice yelled out, his tone just hitting the edge of confusion.

Sam grasped the collar of Danny's t shirt, and she yanked it towards her. Getting right in his face, she snarled, "Do you like her," she emphasized 'like' as if it was painful to say.

Danny was about to blurt out no at the absurd idea, but his voice caught in his throat. "N-"

Was it possible he did like Kim? No! They were good friends and had fun hanging out with each other, but they weren't… the relationship was strictly platonic… right?

Sam released her tight grip, and pulled away. She folded her arms across her chest, seeming rather satisfied.

Smirking, she teased, the young boy, "Now was that so hard?"

Tucker had to clutch his stomach with the sore pain of laughing. "Danny likes Kim! You like Kim!" He was doubled over, and practically rolling on the floor laughing.

A deep blush tickled at Danny's cheeks and he was very embarrassed. "I… No I don't! I-I never said that… did I?" He was so confused.

Sam took a fist and jabbed it at the geek who was cracking up. "Would you stop?!" she sneered. "He can't help it."

"Wait… you're not mad?" Tucker asked, confused. He could have sworn she was furious just three moments before.

"I was. But only because I don't like when things are kept from me," she shot a glare to her ghost-filled friend.

"I didn't keep anything from you! I'm still not one hundred percent sure if I like her or not… I guess I just… Ugh!" he moaned in exasperation. This shouldn't be so hard!

"Look," Sam began. "Just… be careful. The only other girl who you've really showed feelings for was Valerie, who, like Kim, didn't know about your… other… side. Don't rush into anything and please get to know her first. The last thing we need is… I don't know… having your secret exposed."

Tucker began to chuckle again, but made sure to keep it slightly concealed. Only slightly of course. "But, dude, seriously. Her?! She's so…"

Beautiful. Perfect. Smart. Funny. Athletic. Flexible. Sweet. Friendly. Adorable. Little. Slighly awkward at times.

"Weird!" Tucker finished with something that never even crossed Danny's mind. "I mean she's so short! And pale!"

"What's wrong with pale girls?" Sam rounded on Tucker, and challenged through gritted teeth.

Tucker swallowed hard, and nervously laughed, "Nothing! Nothing at all, Sam."

Angry, but satisfied that she could scare him, she turned to Danny. "Listen, if you want, I could try to see if she likes you."

Danny's eyes grew wide suddenly. "What?! No, please don't. I… I have to sort this whole thing out, first. I still don't really know how I feel…" He urged, his heart beat going through the roof as he tried to keep his panicked state to himself.

"Whatever," Sam waved off, and glanced at Tucker's watch. "We have to go on watch anyways. It's 6:50."

With that, they all began walking towards Sam's black Hurst.

…

Kim jingled her keys excitedly and almost dropped them with anticipation. Once she finally made her way inside, she noticed, as usual, Wade was right.

She crouched down to the box right next to her doorway inside her living room, not even thinking of how it got inside and began pulling the torn flaps to get it to open.

Once the last piece of cardboard was pulled away, Kim was met with…

Emptiness. The box was empty. She even turned it over to check for a secret compartment, but absolutely nothing was there.

"It would do you good not to let your excitement flood your judgment, Child."

Ahhhh! I'm sorry this took so long to get out! I normally try to update once a week, but... I don't know that didn't really work out, I guess.

The first half of the first week, I was faced with SO MUCH WRITER'S BLOCK! I had no idea what to write this chapter about. Then when I finally sat down to write the chapter, I never had time to write a good chunk of it at once.

Alas, I finally managed to spit something out, and I'm pretty happy by how what happened. What about you? I hope you're not immensely confused because I have lots of ideas swirling around in my head, and I sometimes forget you don't know them yet XD

There is one way you can tell me your opinions about it though... reviewing!

Please please please review! :D