Morning was a time of both happiness and despair. Happiness for the comfort she felt and

despair that it eventually had to end so a new day could begin. Kimberly Anne Possible 33 year old former teen hero now, wife, mother, writer, and part time secret agent lay in a warm blissful state. She was spooned and wrapped in the arms of her just turning 40 year old wife, former villain and thief Shego Possible. Kim took one of the hands that were wrapped around her and began to gently kiss the pads of each finger.

"Stop that," came her wife's weak reply.

"Stop what," said Kim as she continued to kiss the before mentioned fingers.

"School day, need sleep," came the weak reply. Kim did not relent and continued her affection toward her wife's fingers. "You are writing checks your body can't cash princess, need coffee." Kim quickly rolled over pinning her wife to the bed and began rolling her pelvis in slow circles over her wife.

"Oh, my body can cash this check", said Kim. Just then the sound of running feet echoed from the hallway outside their door indicating that their daughters had already arisen.

"Breakfast", both Kim and Shego said together. "Thus reality sets in", says Kim. Kim got up to shower and even after two pregnancies and a life time of saving the world the red-head still had a slim athletic figure. Shego sighed with admiration and even though it sickened her she sometimes thanked the blue buffoon for helping her get here. Shego got up and check her form in the mirror and even at 40 she still had her curves, pale green skin tone, and long jet black hair.

"Yeah, I still got it, but I need coffee."

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On a school morning the possible kitchen table was a picture of controlled chaos. So much was happening in a confined spot but everyone seemed to know where they belonged and what they we're doing so nothing seemed out of place. At the table, sat the couple's three daughters, Gracie Anne Possible the oldest at 15 years had Kim's red hair but Shego's skin tone and green eyes. The younger girls at 9 years old were obviously twins but quite different in appearances. Zoe Marie Possible was a duplicate of Shego having her midnight black hair and pale green skin but possessing different colored eyes of green and blue. The second Emily Abigail Possible shared Kim's rosy completion but atop her head sat long curly hair that was more emerald-green than even her eyes.

Kim sat at the table feeding the family's newest addition a nine month old baby boy, Nicholas James Possible. The blonde blue-eyed baby boy sat in his high chair eating the food his adoptive mother spooned to him. The last kitchen inhabitant was Ms. Abigail Normal the longtime friend, nanny, body-guard, and former Global Justice secret agent who had spent the last 15 years being a part of the Possible family. The tall dark-haired woman with blue eyes leaned against the kitchen counter nursing her coffee with another on hand for the arrival of Shego.

The girls were laughing and being entertained by the antics of a tiny pink rodent (naked mole rat) performing acrobatics in the middle of the kitchen table. This rodent named George was a gift to Gracie from her uncle Ron when she was little girl to be her friend and companion as Rufus was to him. As the girls laughed they did not detect their momma sneaking up in them until she pounced grabbing and tickling her two youngest daughters to their heightened screams of delight.

"Sneak attack", said George as he stands in a fighting stance in the middle of the table. Kim and Gracie laugh as Nicholas smiled and waved his arms in frantic appeal for more. Shego deftly disengaged from her daughters and moved around the table to claim the coffee offered to her by Abby.

Shego shipped her coffee and bent down to Kim and whispered, "I plan to cash in that check when I get home tonight."

"Are you sure it won't bounce," whispered Kim back.

"Oh, you will bounce princess," watching to make sure the girls were distracted gave Kim a quick Kiss.

"Are you about ready to go sunshine," Shego asked Gracie. Since Gracie had just started attending Middleton High School, mother and daughter rode together as Shego was a practicing teacher and assistant head of the Middle High English Department. As Gracie got her school bag and books together Shego packed up their lunches and the twins gathered their school gear and headed out to the bus stop. Abby came and took Nicholas from Kim so she could start her morning routine. Gracie climbed into her mother's black mustang convertible and Shego started the engine.

"I am looking forward to driving this when I turn sixteen," said Gracie.

"Dream on sunshine. You will drive whatever your mother and I see fit to provide for you and you will like it."

"But momma!" and out came the insidious puppy dog pout that Kim and her mother Anne had acquired from some super-secret government mind control program. Well Shego couldn't prove they had discovered it that way but the possibility bore consideration.

"Don't but momma me young lady. I may, and I repeat may, trust you to accompany us on missions when you turn sixteen but I am not going to trust you with my car," and Shego lovingly rubbed the dashboard. "Yours will have four wheels, an engine, and fenders made of high carbon steel to repel anything that comes near." With that Shego pulled out of the driveway and turned to her eldest daughter. "Understood, anything else."

"Punch it, Chewie." Shego and her daughter laughed as they started down the road.

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Kim started her day with a relaxing stretch and work out in the back yard. Autumn was upon Middleton and she was looking forward to it. It was time like this when the house was quiet and relatively empty that Kim was both thankful and lonely. Even with the chaos that their family often found themselves in, she would not change a thing. Granted she found writing a lot easier when her attention was not divided amongst her work, wife, and family but it was those things that gave her the inspiration to write in the first place. However, even writing had to wait sometimes, Kim thought, as she entered the workroom she and Shego shared. The rows of equipment began powering up and as Kim sipped some water the main view screen lit up to the face of one if her dearest and oldest friends.

"Good morning, Wade. What's the sitch?"

"No matter how many times I hear that, I love it," said Wade Load the long time African-American child, now adult, genius that had aided Kim since the beginning of Kim's teen adventuring career. He and his wife Minnie Load still were an integral part of Team Possible's operations. Team Possible which presently consisted of Shego, Ron, Wade, and Herself were Independent Contractors for Global Justice. Kim imagined that Gracie would only too soon be vying for her own position in the team. At least Gracie will have a lot more support and experience then she had when she began the world saving business. Sometimes she wondered how they ever pulled off all the crazy things they did.

"So not the drama," said Kim.

"What?"

"Sorry Wade. Just thinking out loud. Have anything interesting this morning that GJ can't handle."

"Yes, I do. In fact I want to bring Ron in on this one and Shego when she gets back this evening."

"Something wrong?" asked Kim now with a worried edge to her voice.

"Don't know yet but this could be."

At that moment another screen lit up to show the face of Kim's long time best friend and adventuring companion Ronald Stoppable. Ron was conversing over his Kimmunicator and as always had the horrible habit of being happy in the morning.

"Morning KP and brother Wade what all-encompassing world changing series of events require the services of this mystical martial restaurateur," Ron spoke of his restaurant the Lotus Blades which he operated with his wife Yuri and their son Ronald Junior.

"Exaggerate much, Ron. Not all of our work is world changing," said Kim.

"But that's our best work KP," said Ron.

"If I could steer the conversation back around to the subject at hand?" asked Wade.

"Of course, go ahead Wade." said Kim.

"You know those recent prisons breaks we have been following."

"Yes. First it was Dementor, then Drakken, and then DNAmy," said Kim

"What if I told you the same person broke all three of them out?"

"Did the same person break all three out?" asked Ron.

"Meet the Red Raider. At least that is what the media has labeled him." Wade's picture disappeared and a picture of dark reddish-brown figure who wore all-encompassing metallic armor from head to foot. The figure was bent over the prone body of what looked like a male security guard. The head showed only a narrow covered slit where the eyes would be with no nose or mouth. The picture also showed numerous equipment and or weapon emplacements on the armor.

"This guy is definitely an Iron Man wanna be," said Kim.

"Yes, I see a lot of Tony Stark envy in this one," said Ron.

"He has been directly linked to six high-tech robberies and is a suspect at over a dozen more in the past six months. The reason he has been linked to so few is that he appears to only be detected when he uses henchmen. He has some form of cloaking field that is way beyond anything I have ever seen."

"So why did he pose for this picture?" asked Ron.

"I don't think he intended too. The security guard in the picture happened to stumble upon a robbery in progress and evidently when he shot the Raider the shot ricocheted back into him. If the Raider had not stopped to help him the man could have died."

"So let me guess. In addition to the picture you were finally able to get a better reading on this guy," said Kim.

"Correct. I hacked into the building's security system and was able to get a definite energy signature on the Raider's armor. Once I had that I was able to link it to the other robberies and the prison breaks."

"Has he used lethal tactics in any of the robberies?" asked Kim.

"No. His tactics have been violent but non-lethal. He has employed advanced weapons that entangle, blind, incapacitate, hand to hand that rivals yours, and high energy plasma that rivals Shego."

"Has there been a pattern to what he has stolen?" asked Ron.

"That's another mystery. The robberies started off as heists for money and millions were stolen and have not been recovered. Then the thefts turned to technology and that is the second mystery because the items stolen are all the over the place scientifically speaking. He has stolen plans or technology linked to particle physics, advanced gene therapy, black hole research, nuclear fusion research, genomics and gene sequencing, the list is long and confusing and we may not be seeing all of it."

"Maybe he is a hired gun and is doing jobs for different people?" said Ron.

"I had thought of that but I don't think so."

"So we have a mysterious high powered figure who is covertly collecting money, technology, and some of the most advanced and villainous scientific minds in the world," said Ron.

"Something big is going down. Why hasn't GJ asked for our help yet?" asked Kim.

"Probably because he hasn't killed anyone and until my investigation no one has been able to link all the robberies and break outs back to the Raider."

"This guy appears major bad. We are going to need Shego," said Ron.

"And GJ. Wade we are going to need to talk to Doctor Director at her earliest convenience," said Kim.

"How are we going to find this guy?" asked Ron.

"Now that I know his armor's energy signature we just need him to pull another job. In fact since I have had a little time to study these reading I have made adjustments to all my surveillance equipment. Kim if you want I can make the same adjustments to the Palace."

"Please and thank you," said Kim.

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"But momma I am a pilot. I have flown jets, with your help of course. Don't you think I can handle a car," whined Gracie. Shego and Gracie sat at a table having lunch outside at the high school. They ate the grilled chicken salads that Shego had prepared for them. Shego was a teacher and now that Gracie was in high school she maintained a professional attitude toward her daughter but once a week they ate lunch together.

"In the air almost everyone is a competent professional but any idiot with less than half a brain can get a driver's license," said Shego.

"So it's not a reflection on me then."

"Not entirely. But you still will not start out by driving my car." Gracie stared over her salad with just the beginning of the PDP. "Do not start that with me. I let your mother manipulate me too much as it is already with that look."

"Speaking of mother, I am so glad that you became a teacher and not her."

"Why?" came Shego's surprised reply.

"I know mom is smart, capable, and a brilliant writer, but I would not want to have to eat the lunches she would cook." Shego almost choked on her food at her daughters joke at Kim's expense.

"I know what you mean. If the big blue dork had really wanted to conquer the world he would have found a way to weaponize your mother's cooking."

"Do you ever miss it?"

"Miss what?"

"Miss being a super villain." Shego froze with her mouth open and her fork hanging in midair. She carefully sat her fork down and faced her eldest daughter.

"Now hear this sunshine. I miss nothing about the life I had before you and your mother. The two of you saved me in every way." Shego reached and clasped Gracie's hand in her own and squeezed three times, Kim and Shego's old code for I love you.

"I am pretty sure you saved us just as well." Gracie said while squeezing her momma's hand back.

"Your mother was never a villain and you never will be. It will be a cold day in hell before I let one of my children walk the same villainous path I did."

Author's Notes:

I hope I have captured the lives of these characters well. It is their family that is basis of this story so without it success is minimal.

Gracie Anne, Abigail Normal, and George the Naked Mole Rat are the character creations of Poetheather1 and are used with her permission. Zoe Marie, Emily Abigail, James Nicholas Possible are the character creations of The Optimistic Scholar and are used with their permission. Kim possible and all characters associated with it are the Copyrighted property of the Disney Corporation and the creation of Bob Schooley and Mark Mckorkle. Any characters of Disney's Kim Possible are used without their permission but for non-profit purposes.

Iron Man and Tony Stark are the property of Marvel Comics and Stan Lee.