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The thought terrified him. The thought that he was growing a little too close to Kim. He knew he needed to nip this little weed in the bud, but the more he thought about stopping his friendship with Kim, the more he thought about Kim in general, and the more he couldn't stop thinking about her. He was utterly entranced by her mere presence, and nothing he ever did could change that. She was always there.

Suddenly he felt his phone buzz next to him in the abyss of ruffled sheets that he laid in. He rolled over to his side, and clicked the home button on his iPhone. Excitement flooded his system when he expected who had texted him.

…only it wasn't her. The text was from Tucker Foley, and moments later, the device buzzed in his hand again, this time with a text from Sam Manson.

He unlocked his phone to figure out what it was the two wanted, and as he did so, it buzzed a third time. They clearly really needed to get in touch with him.

Tuck: WAKE UP, DUDE!
Sam: we r outside ur house!
Tuck: get out here!

It suddenly buzzed a fourth time with yet another message from Sam.

Sam: hurry!

He rolled his eyes, and jumped out of bed. It was 8:20 on a Saturday. He couldn't think of anything so important that he needed to be woken up at that instant. He strolled over to his window, and opened it up. A landscape of the beautiful day hit his eyes, and he would've smiled at the brightness of the sun… that is if the sun wasn't so goddamn bright.

"What is so important!" He accused as he leaned over the window. Immediately, the two teenagers on the sidewalk looked up to Danny on the second story of his house.

"We have something important to tell you," Tucker replied.

"Get down here," Sam backed up.

"Hang on," Danny said, and changed into his white tshirt and jeans from his striped, button down pajamas.

He looked towards the door to his room, and rolled his eyes, As if.

Without, tuning completely ghost, he morphed into his intangible state, and flew out his house onto the side walk. He returned to visibility once beside his friends, and he couldn't help to smile at their slight jump.

"Um, stairs?" Sam scoffed.

"Overrated," Danny replied smoothly, and laughed as Tucker breathed "show off" under his breath.

When he was done laughing, Danny turned to his friends. "So what's so important?" he asked them. They exchanged a weird look, and Tucker asked awkwardly, "It's easier if we show you. Can we go to the lab?"

Danny shrugged, yanked the two by their forearms, and carried them through the walls of the house. They reappeared in the lab, and Tucker immediately went to the big screen, and plugged a few wires from his PDA into the screen.

"Okay, so last night, Sam and I started researching this girl in white," Tucker began to explain as his fingers danced along his handheld. Danny didn't respond, but rather waited.

"And we've collected a few facts," Sam finished, as Tucker pulled some things up.

"The first thing is an assumption. We are going to assume she is not the brains behind the operation. There is someone commanding her, giving her the orders, so we made that our first priority," Sam said.

Tucker: "Judging by her suit and its capabilities, our first thought was some genius had to be behind. Whoever it was, it gave her the powers of a ghost, without any bargains. That could sell for a lot of money, and make our lives a whole lot harder."

"Now if there's anything I've learned from my AP Econ class," Sam continued. "In order for something to be expensive, it has to be expensive to make. That means whoever planned this whole thing has to be two things: incredibly intelligent and outstandingly rich."

"Now we could think of one person who falls under that category. Wanna take a guess?" Tucker teased, causing Danny to sigh.

"Vlad Masters?"

"Our thoughts exactly," Sam smirked, and an image of the mayor first appeared on Tucker's PDA, then the larger screen.

"So, our first hypothesis is Vlad is the one behind the whole operation, but there was still a small hole," Tucker introduced, and launched a map of the US.

"Vlad is smart, but not even he could put together a suit that had no ghostly aura to it. That's simply where he derives his technology, and they'd glow with a ghostly green if he was the sole leader."

"So there're two people running it?" Danny clarified, beginning to catch on.

The two non-ghost friends nodded, and an image of the girl in white appeared on the large screen. The picture had a watermark at the bottom that read "Amity Park News" and had the subtitle "Mysterious New Vigilante Hunting Hero Danny Phantom."

"This was a picture on the news this morning. Apparently, the girl in white has made a name for herself," Sam informed, and Tucker flipped to the other screen shots from the same news footage. In one she was squatting, ready to pounce like a puma. "Clearly, the girl is athletic and aware," Tucker noticed as he pointed to her muscles and stance, then flipped to the next image.

In this one, she was flying through the air horizontally. "You can see just how spectacular her suits' capabilities are here," Sam said as she dragged her finger along the motion of the girl's body. "It would take an incredible amount of force to sustain in the air like that." Tucker moved on to the next one. Here, she was standing straight up, looking as though she were staring down the camera. Tucker paused here a moment, and zoomed in on the girls eyes; or at least the region of the face her eyes would be if they were visible behind the blue glass. "Now, what does he seem to be looking at?" Tucker asked Danny. He shrugged. "The camera?" Tucker nodded, "But are you sure?"

Danny considered the question, but told his friend truthfully, "No. You can't really see her eyes well enough to know what she's looking at."

"Exactly, but with a bit of image editing, we were able to fix this problem," Sam led into the solution as Tucker typed away. The image was magnified more to her face, and Tucker removed any blue traces from the photo, leaving the glass a slightly opaque white. He zoomed in more, and added an image buffering filter and another one to remove all grainy pixels. He got closer still, and blended a "crisping brush" on her face. Suddenly the eyes of girl were no longer blocked by opaque blue glass, but rather slightly shielded from cloudy white goggles. And although slightly imperfect, the intent was all there. With the new filters, Danny could not only see the girl looking over to the right and beyond the camera, but he could see the clear shape and color of the eyes. They were large — almost too much for her face — and a sage-green color.

Tucker immediately zoomed out, and moved on to the next photo. The next slide was one where the girl appeared to be reeling back, hot white ectoplasm forming in her right hand. This time, Tucker magnified the ectoplasm. "See how her ectoplasm doesn't glow like a ghosts'? This is clearly artificial ectoplasm, and the only one that has ever successfully made that is your parents," Tucker observed, completely unaccusing.

He hurriedly shifted to the next shot. The last image was one of Danny blocking the previous spurt of white ectoplasm, and counteracting with a blast of iciness of his own. He zoomed in on Danny's hand, and Sam explained, "Your ectoplasm — even in ice form — has a distinct aura to it that hers is simply lacking. Vlad wouldn't have been able to make that ectoplasm artificial. He would've taken the easier way and used some of his own. Even your parents would just steal some from another prior invention. Making ectoplasm from nothing is a tedious job. It takes a lot of dedication and seriousness, and unawareness to shortcuts in order to make it. Especially so pure," Sam explained.

"So how are we gonna find the other mastermind? He would have to have no idea about ghosts or real ectoplasm or I agree, he would just use the real stuff," Danny told them.

"Well we ran a test for the top 15 geniuses in the US. We're hoping he's gonna be on this list," Tucker shrugged.

"Okay, and how do you plan on narrowing down this list?" Danny asked.

"Well there was one more piece of information we were able to get from these screenshots," Sam explained as Tucker did. He zoomed in on the inside right wrist of the girl on the picture of her reeling back, and ran a clarifying filter through the grainy news image. There, in minuscule symbols, was an image, though the picture was still too blurry to make out what it was.

Tucker pulled out a tool that separated the dark pieces from the light background and pulled out the shapes onto another image, this one with a simple black background. He ran another clarifying filter through it, and suddenly Danny was able to make out the symbols.

Only they weren't symbols at all. They were letters.

"P-O-S-S-I-B-L-E" Danny spelled out loud. "Possible."

Sam and Tucker nodded. "What do you think it means?" He asked.

"Well we were hoping our genietic friends could help us," Sam answered, referring to the genius list.

Danny was at awe for their amazing discoveries from a few simple images. "I think that list deserves two more names: Sam Manson and Tucker Foley," Danny told them, causing the other two to smile at his compliment.

"So are we just gonna call and ask, 'Does the word Possible mean anything to you?'?" Danny asked.

It was Tucker who answered. "That was the idea."

Danny opened his mouth to respond, but when he did, a breath of icy air escaped his mouth and his eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in determination.

"Well get a head start on that. I'll be back to help in a few. I'm going ghost!" He promised the duo, then screamed at the top if his lungs, and instantaneously changed into the ghostly alter ego via glowing hoop. He stared the other two down with glowing green eyes as if to say "Good luck" and took off through the ceiling.

…

Danny flew around in his phantom state for almost half an hour. Nothing had happened. At least nothing to remark on. It turned out to be the lame box ghost that triggered his ghost sense, so that was an easy defeat. Still, sometimes his ghost sense discussed more than one ghost, so Danny decided to fly around the city until something interesting happened.

And this was the perfect excuse to clear his thoughts. Kim was all he had been able to think about since their "sorta-date" last night. The way her hair emerged from her pony tail, and how some stray red strands hung in the front. The cute way her glasses would fall down her nose. Her ruddy skin lighting up the night every time she smiled. How could one human being be so perfect?

And then there was her body. Gosh, her body! The gentle slope of her hips, and the way her waist indented. Her smooth, long neck that Danny would love to nuzzle. The flexibility of her toned legs, and how she could do double back flips like it was no big deal. She was beyond perfection. He found her to be flawless.

And it wasn't even the physical attraction that got Danny. She was so sweet and kind. He couldn't imagine her harming a fly, yet she was sassy when she needed to be. She'd visited him when he was badly injured. She asked about his daily problems. Even though he couldn't tell her half of them. But that was a whole other issue.

The reason that none of the attraction actually mattered was because they would never work out. There was an entire half of Danny that Kim had never been introduced to. And if given the chance, she would most likely run screaming. The truth of the matter was it would never work.

Maybe that's what made it so hard for Danny. The sweet feeling of utter desire and lust and want for the quirky red head, and then the undying thought that the relationship would never last. Ever. It was simply a fact Danny knew he had to face and yet…

Then all thoughts halted in him. His eyes locked to the front of the Apparition Mart, and Danny immediately made his way down to the entrance, making sure to stay intangible. He watched as she picked up a small basket, and carried it to the entrance of the store. At that exact moment, Danny jumped behind the side of the building, and phased into his thick, black hair and blue-eyed self. He whipped his head around the corner of the building to see if Kim was still there, but she had already entered the store. Naturally, he made his way to the entrance, and squished his old red converse until he got to the front. He tried to maintain a calm composure, but he was too happy to do anything that drastic.

He looked around the store, whipping his head back here and there, and finally noticed her entering the cereal aisle. He darted to meet her, and halted when he got to the entrance of the aisle. He began to walk much more smoothly, and approached her calmly. Her face was framed by her luscious ginger locks. They hung straight down but with a small flip. He had never seen Kim's hair down before. He had to admit; he really liked it.

Danny smoothly made his way over to him. "Kim?" he asked as though he had just seen her.

Her small head looked up from the store's cereal selections, and her face immediately lit up. Danny's baby blue orbs connected with the sage irises of the ginger, and he felt at home with her gaze. "Danny? What are you doing here?"

Danny shrugged, "Well, I – er… I'm here because…" Why was Danny here? He couldn't very well say that he was here because he saw her walk in. That would be crazy weird.

"You're buying something?" Kim joked with a small smiled that warmed Danny's heart nonetheless.

Danny snapped his fingers together and pointed at her, "Yes! I am here… grocery shopping."

Kim giggled, "Okay."

"Hey, so I need to get my sister a present. I was thinking about going to the mall tomorrow night. The problem is, I have NO idea what to buy her. Do you mind tagging along to help me out?" Danny tried not to get his hopes up, but it was hard. He really wanted her to say –

"Yea. Yea, that sounds fun." There was that beautiful smile again.

"Great! That means the world to me! Do you want to meet me there at, say, 7:30? We can pick up something to eat around there, too," Danny offered. He was rewarded by another stunning smile on her face. An inward Danny silently cheered.

Kim nodded, "Yea, I'll see you then."

Danny returned the nod, and gestured behind him, "Well, I better get going. I have, uh, produce to buy." He gave her a goofy smiled, and began walking the other way. He had to maintain the excitement that ignited in his body until he got out of the store.

…

Tucker crossed the 11th name off the list of geniuses. He had no luck with Dr. François Prunisa, and was beginning to think the whole thing was a stupid idea. Still, he only had four names left, so he may as well see if they could give him any further clues.

He took his pencil, and looked at the next name.

12. Wade Load

"Hm," Tucker considered aloud, causing Sam to look up from her online database. While he called genius after genius, she researched documents and new articles that had the key word 'Possible'. So far, they'd both gotten no extension of the trail.

"What is it?" Sam asked, turning her head towards Tucker. "Well, every other person on this list is Doctor Genius, and Professor Genius. This next guy is just… Wade."

"Wade?" Sam clarified.

Tucker simply nodded. "Wade," he confirmed.

"Maybe he has a weird degree in a field that doesn't have a proper title," Sam guessed. She paused, and took another thought into consideration. "…or maybe he likes to keep things causal, and hates being called by his field of study." Tucker shrugged at the comment, and dialed the number.

(303) 555 – 0405

The phone only rang three times before a connection was heard.

"Hullo?" the voice came from the other end. It sounded high. Almost prepubescent.

"Hi, my name is Tucker Foley, and I am conducting a poll on the smartest people in the country for an essay in school. Would you mind answering a few questions?"

The pause was hardly noticeable before the voice replied, "Sure!" very eagerly.

"Thank you, sir. Question 1, How old are you?"

"Thirteen," the voice replied.

Tucker nearly choked on his own spit. "Come again," he asked.

"I'm thirteen, as in the square root of 169; the hypotenuse of a triangle who has legs of 5 and 12 units; the number of original colonies in the United States of America; the ordinal number that is the sum of ten and three; the number of cards in a suit, a Baker's Dozen. Pick any of these, but the number remains thirteen."

"Uhh-uhh.." Tucker couldn't find words. This kid was four years younger than him! "Rrrriiiggghhhtt… well, back to my survey… Question 2, what is your field of study?"

"Well, I don't have one. I do enjoy computer science, but I also like thermodynamics. Aerospace is neat, too, and –"

"Just one, uh, sir," Tucker interrupted, beginning to get aggravated with this kid.

He heard the child sigh, "Then I guess, it would have to be computer science." He seemed disappointed that he could only list one. Immature genius, Tucker huffed.

"Thank you, and last question, what does the word 'possible' mean to you?"

"Well, besides being the last name of my best friend, I suppose I would say that anything is poss–"

Tucker turned the phone off before the kid could finish. "I think I found something," Tucker explained. "This Wade guy said, that 'Possible' is his best friend's last name. What do you think that could mean?"

"…that his friend's last name is Possible," Sam replied dumbly. She thought it was rather clear what the genius was saying.

Tucker only narrowed his eyes in irritation, "I mean, do you think that has anything to do with our girl?"

"I suppose it's worth looking into," Sam sighed, and opened a new tab on her browser. She paused before typing anything. "I don't suppose you got a first name?"

"Uhh… no. But how many Possible families can there possibly be?"

Sam opened up the White Pages, and typed Possible into the search box.

327 hits.

"Well, that's more than I thought it was gonna be," Tucker remarked.

Sam paused, "What was the area code of that man's number?"

"Man? More like kid. He was thirteen!" Tucker complained.

"That's impressive," Sam said, not in any way acting like Tucker. She thought anyone who made a genius list at age 13 had to be notable.

"Whatever," Tucker scoffed under his breath.

"Well, anyways, what was his area code?" Sam inquired. Tucker consulted the list and answered her. Sam took this into consideration.

"303… That's in Colorado. Denver, I think, but I'll look it up."

And that's exactly what Tucker did. He did a quick internet search on his PDA, and came up with... Nothing. The area code either belonged to a very small town, or no town at all.

"I didn't come up with anything," Tucker told her.

"That doesn't add up…" Sam pondered. Then a light bulb went off. "Well, I'm 90% sure that '303' is near Denver, so if we just put in 'Colorado' we should be fine."

Tucker nodded, and watched as Sam did just that. She searched again, this time with the restriction of Colorado, and hit enter.

21 hits

That was much better than the first response they got, so they cheered and high fived. "Okay, let's get started. You start from page one and go forward, and I'll start at page 3and go backwards. We'll just meet in the middle," Tucker decided.

Sam nodded, then paused to wonder, "Wait, what are we saying this time?"

Tucker paused. What were they going to say? "Do you know someone named Possible?" Of course they did! It was there last name. Why did he hang up on that super genius!

Wait. The genius! Wade Load was his name. He turned to Sam. "We ask if they know Wade Load!"

Sam nodded in agreement, and looked at the first name of the list:

Albert F Possible

Sam dialed the listed number, and waited for the family to pick up. They did just that on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Wade?"

"Who?"

"Is this Wade Load?"

"No, I'm afraid you have the wrong number."

"Oh, do you know a Wade Load?"

"No."

"Thanks, anyway."

Sam hung up, and moved onto the next number. Tucker had the same luck with "Victor Possible, and went on to listing 20. They both did that for more and more names. Sam took a great big yawn, and went to the next person.

James T Possible, Dr.

She picked up the phone, and dialed the doctor's number. The phone hardly rang once before a deep voice picked it up on the other end.

"Possible," the doctor said, declaring who he was.

Sam played it cool. "Possible? I thought this was the residence of Wade Load."

A dry chuckle came from the other side. This was the first time she'd heard that kind of response, so she tapped Tucker on the arm, and put her phone on speaker.

"Wade doesn't live over here. I can give you his number, though. Do you have a pen and paper?"

"Yes," Sam replied, but just held the super-genius list.

"Okay, three-oh-three, five-five-five, oh-four-oh-five. You got it?" Sam smiled. She'd done more than gotten it. She'd found the household of their number one suspect for the girl in white.

"Yes, and can I speak to your daughter?"

"Kim? She's not home right now. She's over in Wisconsin taking care of her aunt. I'll take a message for her though."

"No that's okay. She just wasn't picking up her cell is all. Thanks anyways." Sam hung up before she got to hear the doctor's response.

She immediately turned to Tucker who voiced her exact thoughts:

"Kim Possible."

"I think we found her, Tuck," Sam smiled at their accomplishment.

They both immediately made their way over to the large computer, and typed 'Kim Possible Colorado' into the search engine. Anxiety made them work fast, and the desire to find out who this girl was made them anxious. They had never been this close to unveiling her secret before.

…

Vlad Masters leaned back inside his comfortable office chair inside of his very own "oval office". His eyes were glued to the television before him, and he glowered at the images it was showing.

The news reporter – that Asian one with the too pink lips and glued-on eyelashes – was gawking into the camera's eyes and telling the entire city about the "Mysterious Vigilante" that was hunting down Danny Phantom. The caption made him growl as he watched the grainy videos of the girl in her fancy white-suit fly across the screen. He had to witness her getting her butt kicked by the famous Danny Phantom. The girl was quickly getting an infamous reputation.

Vlad grimaced. This was something that was going to have to be dealt with immediately. He was going to have to snip this issue right in the bud. His eyes suddenly snapped all the way open, then narrowed to another sinister stare as yet another plan to permanently end Danny Phantom popped into his head.

He stood up, and walked over to his book case. He smoothly grabbed the larger book entitled, Ghosts: Where are They?, and pulled it down. The bookcase immediately cranked, and whirled around. Vlad Masters was instantly transported to the opposite side of his wall where he safely phased into Vlad Plasmius, and began to walk down a narrow hall way.

He would never admit that he had been wrong. Hiring Kim Possible was the correct way to go about ridding young Daniel, only not in his initial plan. He had suddenly realized that instead of using her brute strength and fighting skills – both of which seemed to be lacking – he would have to… adjust her skills. It was apparent to Vlad Masters that Danny had befriended the alias 'Kimberly Wate' and would protect her as he would protect those other 'friends' of his.

Vlad nodded as he took a seat at his large computer screen inside his secret, secret laboratory. He had indeed found a new, flawless angle for capturing the young boy which had to be put into action immediately.

His lips spread into a devious smile as he got down to work.