Kim threw open the doors to the team hideout with a grand flourish as she stepped within. Normally, one does not throw open the doors to one's secret lair, but Kim was far from a normal villain. Besides, it was only the door to the hovercar garage. Even she wouldn't throw open the main doors. That is, if she ever used the main doors. Hint: she does not.

Ever.

She left Ron to carry the recently acquired artifact to their personal vault, electing to fall onto one of the luxurious couches that she had so thoughtfully placed around the team's entertainment lounge. A stolen nail file appeared in her hands. She clapped twice and the television, larger by far than most doors, turned on. It was, naturally, tuned to a global news network (coincidentally called the Global News Network). This particular program loved covering Team Possible's heists. In fact, their lead reporter was curiously almost always on-scene not an hour after the crime had been committed.

"And now, we go live to our reporter on the scene, Monique T. H. LeGift."

The face of Team Possible's longtime friend and liaison in the media took over the screen, standing in front of the museum that had been robbed not even two hours ago. She gave a quick wink as the camera switched to her, one so swift that anyone not looking for it would easily miss it. Kim didn't. It was their secret s salute. One shared by all members of Team Possible, official or honorary. Ron returned, holding two bottles of very fancy (and very expensive) soda. He passed one to Kim's waiting hand and together they raised their drinks in a salute. It was nice to see that their crime sprees helped the careers of those other than themselves.

"Hey, Kim." Wade's voice called over the lair's P.A. system. "Gemini's called three times since you left. She wants the device we sold her back."

"She took possession of it." Kim shrugged. "It's not my fault she left it at the warehouse for any thief to take. If she wants it back, she can buy it again. Same price, too." Kim smiled deviously as she took a sip of soda. "Offer her some of our anti-theft insurance. For a reasonable price, of course."

It was a little known fact that Kim Possible, notorious thief, also owned a very successful insurance organization that specialized in theft prevention. The job entailed nothing more than putting out the word that Kim would rob blind anyone who dared steal from those she was insuring. Then she just wouldn't steal from those she insured, which was sometimes much harder than it sounded. She never insured items she really, really, wanted to steal, even just for fun.

"Gemini's not going to be happy about that, Kim." Wade cautioned.

"Let her drop some of her goons through the floor, then. I hear it's great stress relief."

"Alright; you're the boss." Wade acquiesced.

"I am, aren't I?"

"Joss called too. She wants to borrow that temporal displacement device we stole from-"

"Two things, Wade." Kim interrupted, "One, I stole that overly flashy belt. Two, we agreed to call it what it is."

"Time machine!" Rufus helpfully chirped.

"Fine." Wade groused. "Joss wants to borrow the time machine that you stole so she can go dinosaur hunting."

"Only if she takes one of Uncle Slim's kill-droids. Preferably one of the newer models."

"I'll pass it along."

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A few hundred miles away, in a city once held in the very grip of terror:

"Look at the paper, watch the television! I'm telling you, she went straight." An annoyed, nasily voice declared angrily.

"Morally." A much younger voice spoke up.

"Right." The first agreed reluctantly. "She's gone good."

"She would never do that!" A much deeper voice from a much larger man shouted. "She was the best criminal mastermind the world had ever seen! It's a ploy. It must be."

"Wake up, idiot!" The first man snarled. "If this were another trick, don't you think she'd have told us about it?"

"I...I…"

"Face it; she left us to play hero with some blue freak. No offense meant, of course."

There was a long pause. The owner of the deep voice wasn't particularly bright, even by the standards of supervilains. He needed almost a full minute for mental analysis and deliberation.

"If what you're saying is true." The third voice (finally) spoke carefully, "If. Then we have to do something about it. We can't let this go unpunished. Nobody crosses us, not even family."

"And what exactly are we going to do about it?"

"Why, we're Team Go." The deep voice descended into a sinisterly low tone. "What won't we do about it?"

A/N: A cookie to the first to puzzle out what Monique's name is a euphemism for! As for me, I'm running on caffeine right now. Delicious, glorious caffeine. Not coffee though. I hate coffee.

P.S. I wanted to do a lot more for this chapter, but decided to post what I had rather than make you all wait any longer. No need to thank me.