AN: I don't know where this came from. this was not the chapter I had planned. Ayame just took over! I guess she decided she didn't have enough time in the preceding chaps and took control. Part of it was I heard Tenshi no Yubikiri again and here it came. I originally had her singing it Karaoke during Christmas or something, but she wanted her time NOW!

The song title sorta means Promise of an Angel

Tenshi translates as Angel, but the word for promise is actually yakusoku. Yubikiri literally means "Pinky Swear" So the song is really talking about pinky promises. The song comes from the anime "Kare Kano" or "His and Her Circumstances." It's an older that's still a GREAT show

Chapter 37 Tenshi no Yubikiri

Although he didn't know it, Shunya's problems started the day his daughter returned to school after he and Ayame arrived home. She walked into the halls of the private school like she was floating in a cloud.

To say the weeks she had been in Middleton were intense was an understatement. First there was the fact she had gotten to meet Kim Possible. And not only meet her, but lived in her house the whole time. With pictures to prove it!

Next was able she to see her sister after their long separation. Kaname had spent as much time as she could spare re-forging the bond the two of them had shared before Kaname entered high school in Japan.

Then her sister had broken the boyfriend barrier with their father. Not just broken it, but shattered it by finding a guy that not even Shunya Chidori could, in all honesty, disapprove of. Ayame knew her somewhat overprotective father wanted to disapprove of him. He'd even tried. He just couldn't. Sousuke Sagara had made a serious impression on her father. And now that Kaname had blown up the 'boyfriend barrier', that led to the last, and certainly not the least, reason for her memories of Middleton.

Tenshi no Yubikiri

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Wade Load. The guy she had given her first real kiss too. He was half a continent away and his brown eyes still hovered in her mind. She knew there was no way the two of them could be a couple, not with that kind of distance between them. But as far as what to look for in a boyfriend was concerned, from now on he was the one who would set the standard. And the standard was pretty high. Still, she could dream, right?

YOU MAY DREAM Oikakete. Sunao na kono kimochi

tsutaerareta nara DREAMS COME TRUE

(You may dream. Chase after it. If you can convey these sincere feelings, your dreams can come true.)

YOU MAY DREAM Masshiro na koi wa tsubasa ni naru

tenshi no yubikiri kanau you ni.

(You may dream. Pure white love becomes wings, as if the promise {Pinky Swear} of an angel is coming true.)

As she walked to her locker, she pondered the guys in her school. Sure there were the 'sports guys" and the "cool guys" and the "artists". But how many of them were college graduates and went on missions with "The Kim Possible." Even designing and building her gadgets and modifying the Duck.

Which one of the football players could climb into an Arm Slave and take on some of the best Soldiers in the world and either win or fight them to a stand still? Were any of the cool guys in school carded law enforcement officers with an honest-to-God badge, and the arrest powers and a gun to back it up!

Ayame giggled thinking about what would happen to the bully who tried to push somebody around who was getting Martial Arts training daily. She thought back to the girl talks she had with her friends before she left, discussing this or that guy. That ones dreamy eyes or the other one's cute butt.

Me no mae wo sugiru yokogao

tokimeki ga ondori-hajimeru

(When I see your profile in passing, my heart begins to flutter and dance.)

Hanasu koe mimi wo katamuke

mata hitotsu anata wo shitta

(Listening to your voice as you talked, I realized there was another "you.")

Hon no sukoshi yuki dashite

sono hitomi wo mitsumetai

(I wish I had just a little bit of courage to gaze into your eyes.)

She knew what cool was now. Cool was someone that who graduated college when most people hadn't even started high school. Cool was the guy who ran into a building and crawled through the ductwork to help capture an armed murderer. Cool was a person who saved the lives of a family when their house was being washed away. Cool was a guy who thought enough about her to give her and her father training that could save their lives. Cool was someone who was willing to do whatever it took, even putting their own life on the line, to protect their friends and family, and never counting the cost to themselves.

YOU MAY DREAM Oikakete. Sunao na kono kimochi

tsutaerareta nara DREAMS COME TRUE

(You may dream. Chase after it. If you can convey these sincere feelings, your dreams can come true.)

YOU MAY DREAM Masshiro na koi wa tsubasa ni naru

tenshi no yubikiri kanau you ni.

(You may dream. Pure white love becomes wings, as if the promise {Pinky Swear} of an angel is coming true.)

The basketball player that hit 30 percent from the three point line or the football player that made 100 plus yards rushing every game; just didn't measure up. They used to, but Ayame Chidori had a new standard of what a cool guy was. Ron Stoppable and Sousuke Sagara were near the top of her new list. But they were half a decade older then she was. Not a big deal for a 23 year old, but a huge one for a 13 year old. Not only that, but they were both taken.

Doctor Wade Load on the other hand….. Doctor! He was her age and got to be called Doctor. Whoa! She shook her head thinking about it. He had opened up to her a bit after the mission to the warehouse where Kim had killed that traitor.

Wade had been the one to let them out of the lab when the Team returned. She could tell that there was something wrong with the teen. The look on his face was tormented as he retreated into the lab. Her father noted the same and raised an eyebrow in question to his daughter.

"I'll talk to him, Daddy." he nodded and went to check on his other daughter.

Omokage ga kirameku tabi ni

mune ga itande me wo tojiru

(Every time your face shines, my heart hurts, and I close my eyes.)

Setsunasa ga namida ni natte

jibun katte ni koborete'ku

(Heart-break turns into tears, selfishly overflowing.)

Kizutsuku koto wo osorezu ni

kagami ni koyubi sashidasu

(Without being afraid of getting hurt, I hold my little finger out to the mirror.)

He was in the middle of the room working on the Bonta-kun, but there was stiffness to his movements. Not knowing anyone was watching him his eyes roamed the surface of the workbench. He paused, eyes unfocused, not really seeing what was in front of him. He screamed and slid most of the equipment off the bench and crashing to the floor.

His jaw started trembling and his shoulders quaking. Even from behind Ayame knew he had started to cry. She rushed to his side and threw her arms around his shoulders. Slowly she got the reason for his tears. Their target had been killed. That wasn't the problem. To Wade it was the fact he had been blindsided forcing Kim to kill the man. Now Kim was in pain. Hurting because he'd failed. Maybe if he had been better, he could have stopped the target without her having to face this demon.

YOU MAY DREAM Dakishimete. Ima sugu kono omoi

kotoba ni kaetai I LOVE YOU

(You may dream. Hold me. Right now, I want to change these thoughts into words: I love you.)

YOU MAY DREAM Masshiro na koi wa tsubasa ni naru

tenshi no yubikiri kanau you ni.

(You may dream. Pure white love becomes wings, as if the promise {Pinky Swear} of an angel is coming true.)

They talked, more like he talked and she listened to him berate himself. From how he'd forced himself on the mission when he wasn't ready to how he had nearly gotten them killed when he fell through the vent to getting tazered by Du forcing Kim to kill the traitor.

She was quiet for a moment and asked if he was going to make the same mistakes again. Wade looked horrified and told her "Not no, but Hell No!"

"Then I don't think Kim or Ron are worried about it, so why are you?"

He smiled slightly, "Thanks! "

"We're friends, right? Friends help each other!"

When the ordeal was over, he asked her if she could keep what happened there in the lab quiet. She gave one of the patented Chidori sunbeam smiles, held out her right hand, pinky finger extended, and said, "Yubikiri! Friends Pinky Swear! Yubikiri!"

YOU MAY DREAM Oikakete. Sunao na kono kimochi

tsutaerareta nara DREAMS COME TRUE

(You may dream. Chase after it. If you can convey these sincere feelings, your dreams can come true.)

YOU MAY DREAM Masshiro na koi wa tsubasa ni naru

tenshi no yubikiri kanau you ni.

(You may dream. Pure white love becomes wings, as if the promise {Pinky Swear} of an angel is coming true.)

Ayame walked to her homeroom talking to her friend Jessica. She was flipping through the pictures on her phone, showing Jessica where Kim Possible lived. Along the way she passed Jeffery Jackson, with the top button of his white Oxford shirt undone, the school tie pulled down, his jacket open and with his hands in his pockets and the 'It don't bother me cause I don't care' slouch. Three weeks ago he was so "OMG" to die for. Now she passed him without a glance.

As she passed his eyes widened a little. He had expected her to be a fawning fool like the rest of the girls. He was the top of the heap of his age group in the school and could get a date with nearly any girl he wanted, even a couple of the Juniors, let alone a Freshman like Ayame Chidori. With his parent's money he had access to a chauffeur driven car. It wasn't regularly a limo, but if he wanted he could get one of those too. This lack of servile stuttering and batting eyelashes didn't fit very well into his world view and needed to be remedied.

"Hey, you're Ayame, right?"

Before Middleton, having Jeffery Jackson even speak to her would have turned her into a blithering babbling fool like her friend Jessica. Now? "Yes, excuse me; I have to get to class."

As the girls walked away he could hear Jessica in gush mode, hissing that, "Oh My God, Oh My God, he spoke to you, Jeff Jackson the hottest Freshman in the school spoke to you."

Ayame's reply left no doubt to the boy that there was something wrong in the world. "So what? Oh! Here's a picture of Kim's boyfriend and his car. Talk about fast. They had it going more than a hundred and fifty miles an hour."

He just stood there blinking, not believing what he had just heard. 'So what?' 'So What?' Nobody said "So what?" about him.

At lunch time he tracked her to the patio outside the lunchroom where she was talking to a group of girls. She was standing waving her arms as she described her trip. "It was so cool. Team Possible has this building where they have these robot thingies, I think they called them Synthodrones, they're huge, like seven feet tall, and they go in with guns blazing, shooting the robots like they're a SWAT Team or something. Wade taught me how to shoot, so they even let me try it a few times."

"Then there were the simulators. You know those Army machines, the Arm Slaves? That's what they were like. You climb in and it's like you're really there. It was better then any video game I can tell you that. When you were in it, it felt like the thing moved and if there was an explosion nearby, the whole thing shook. You could see the bad guys as you tried to get them before they got you. There's no doubt, that was the coolest vacation ever."

Jeff was standing behind Ayame so she couldn't see him. The rest of the girls did though and their attention shifted from Ayame to the hottie behind her. He settled his right hand on her right shoulder to get her attention and got more then he bargained for. After a couple of weeks with a group that practiced Martial Arts daily and drug her into the training whether she wanted it or not had an effect.

There was no thought. As soon as his hand landed, reflexes took over. She grabbed the wrist with her left hand and pivoted to the right, raising her right arm to trap and lock the elbow. As she continued the pivot, she slid her right hand to the elbow, completing the joint lock and levered the shocked boy face down on the table, her feet spread for balance and leverage. It happened so fast only those standing right beside them even noticed it.

As soon as the technique was completed, Ayame realized what happened and let him go. "Oh my God! I'm so sorry! You startled me. Are you OK?" She helped him up, straightening and brushing his jacket.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's cool." Jeff quickly got himself under control. Being tossed like a rag doll was definitely not something he considered cool, but if he wanted to get to the bottom of why this girl was ignoring him, he had to pass it off. Like most "Cool" people, he was a master of making things seem like they were what he intended from the beginning.

"I wanted to talk to you earlier before homeroom, but you seemed kinda busy. You're Ayame Chidori, right? I'm Jeff Jackson, I was wondering if you wanted to catch a show on Broadway this weekend? I can pick you up Saturday around 6:30?"

The girls were standing there trembling at just being near the hottie, but Ayame just blew it off.

"No thanks." The girls were all shocked thinking the same thing. 'What? No thanks? But this is Jeff Jackson! How could she possibly turn him down?'

As bad as the girls were that was nothing compared to Jeff. He hadn't been turned down since he hit puberty. Not even by that Junior he asked out two months ago. He turned on the charm, "Come on, name the show, I bet I can get us tickets."

"So, the answer is still the same and it rhymes with 'So'."

"Why not? We'll have a really good time. It'll be great."

By now, Ayame was getting tired of this, "Well, you don't seem to understand English, do you? Luckily, I'm the daughter of a diplomat. Japanese is my first language and I've learned a smattering of others, so let's try Japanese first. Iye! Wakaramasu ka? Or Russian? Nyet! Vy govorite russkii yazyk? German maybe? Nein! Sprichst du Deutsch? Look. You're cute and all, but they all mean the same thing. No!"

"But why the hell not?"

OK, time for a different tactic. Looking at him through her Wade colored glasses, he just didn't measure up and she told him so. "Look, I got a boyfriend, OK. One who's a cop and already graduated college. Why would I wanna go on a date with a High school boy! A Freshman no less." She waved him away, saying, "Come back and see me when you've actually saved peoples lives and arrested some criminals."

Calling the looks around her shocked was like saying it's damp in India during the monsoon, when they measure the rainfall in feet.

And no one was more shocked then Jeffrey Jackson. He had not only been turned down. He'd been slammed. And nobody did that to him.

Imagine Shunya's surprise when he was called to come and get his daughter at the regional offices of the Child Protection Services. They had picked her up from school and called him for questioning about an alleged molestation or statutory rape. When he arrived he was led to a room with three functionaries in suits, two men and a woman, asking Ayame questions. The first thing he did was make sure Ayame was OK. The next was to ask what was going on. Then questioning started.

They had been going at it for nearly an hour by now. Whoever these people were, they weren't hearing any of Shunya's words. They somehow had the idea that he had allowed his daughter to be either raped or molested. Either in the recent past or he would in the near future, he still wasn't exactly sure. Ayame sat in the chair in the corner of the room, apparently quietly playing a game on her phone.

No matter what he told them he was in the wrong. He'd heard about functionaries like this before. Bureaucrats who worshiped at the alter of their own bureaucracy and followed the laws of the bureaucrat. The first of which No matter what happens 'CYA'. The second 'Deny anything negative and take credit for anything positive.', even if you have to massage the data to get positive results.

Then there was the ultimate rule of the bureaucracy, 'Within its demesne, the bureaucracy was supreme and it was never wrong'. Look at how long it took the Catholic Church to acknowledge its treatment of Galileo. 400 years to admit, "Ya know, you were right and we were wrong. We apologize!" Bureaucracy at it's finest. Somehow he had come to the attention of these bureaucrats and their circular reasoning.

'What's the name of the person molesting your daughter?'

There is no one doing that.

'We can't help you if you deny there's a problem'

But there isn't a problem.

'Denial isn't helping you here. We have evidence that someone has molested your daughter. Who is it?'

What evidence?

'That's confidential. We have an ongoing case. All will be revealed if this goes to trial.' The way they said the word "If", they meant 'When'

Then who is the person accused of doing this to her?

'That's what we're trying to find out. You need to tell us. Now, what's the name of the person molesting your daughter?'

There is no one doing that.

'We can't help you if you deny there's a problem'

But there isn't a problem.

'Denial isn't helping you here. We have evidence that someone has molested your daughter. Who is it?'

What evidence?

'That's confidential. We have an ongoing case.

And around we go again. It had long since given him a headache.

It was in the first half hour that one of the three bureaucrats had let slip enough information for both Shunya and Ayame to start to understand a few things. Enough that he knew how precarious him and his daughters position was and for her figure out who they were talking about and to call for help. The narrow weasel faced man arrogantly flipped through a few pages and was reading from one of them.

"According to our reports, the accused has been described in her words as an older boyfriend. He is also a police officer and has graduated college. That means he has to be at least twenty two. Probably older if he's a cop. This is one scum we really wanna get off the street. A child molesting cop? We have to catch him. Now who is it?"

Shunya was a trained diplomat. And he had caught the slight stressing of the word 'we'. These people didn't want to catch a criminal for the sake of getting him off the streets. They wanted to have their names associated with getting him off the street.

Things had devolved to the point they had started to threaten foster care unless Shunya was more forthcoming in his answers. Problem was Shunya didn't have any idea who or what they were talking about. He had started to get a little frightened.

When Ayame heard the terms boyfriend, college and cop, Wade popped into her head. She unobtrusively fished out her cell and quietly tapped out a text message asking her friend for help. In the meantime she kept her mouth shut. A few minutes later she got a text saying help was on the way. Thirty minutes after that came one that said the Team was on the roof and getting in the elevator. Ayame sprung her trap.

"Daddy, maybe they're asking about Wade. I mean, he's kind of a police officer and he has graduated college. And, ya know, he is kinda cute." She help up her cell, saying, "I even asked if he could stop by and maybe help get this mess fixed. He'll be here in a few minutes, he's in the elevator now."

The CPS bureaucrats pounced. 'Do you know this person? Is he the one that's been molesting your daughter?'

Shunya had had enough. Quietly thinking 'Bless you, Ayame-chan', he interlaced his fingers and steepled his forefingers gently tapping them together. Sighing, he said, "As a matter of fact, I've met the young man in question. And I'm quite certain he's never molested my daughter. He's a very fine young man. College graduate, even working on his 'Second' doctorate. He's employed by Global Justice as a Reserve Agent, legally authorized to carry firearms. Gave my youngest daughter a thorough introduction to firearms safety and self defense." Time to stir the pot. He looked sidelong at his youngest daughter. "I would not be adverse to the idea if the two of them wished to start an appropriate relationship."

"How could you possibly allow such a thing? There's no telling what he's likely to do."

"I said appropriate relationship. I see nothing wrong if the two of them wished to go an age appropriate movie or to the local fast food restaurant as long as they met curfew.

CPS cronies are aghast, talking about why would this 'guy' be willing to go along with such restrictions when he could buy her booze.

"Neither I nor Ayame said the young man was over twenty one, did we?"

The double doors to the conference room opened revealing a group of people. In the front center was a young African-American teen dressed in a digital grey Interceptor body armor over a black mock turtleneck, grey cargos, and black lace up boots. The armor was festooned with an assortment of gadgets, a few of what looked to be grenades and a huge handgun on the left side in an underarm, cross draw holster.

Behind him was a foursome of young adults. To the left was an Oriental, probably Japanese considering the fact of the Chidori's presence, couple. To the right was a pair that couldn't have been farther apart if they tried. A blond male and red-headed girl. The males were dressed in the same black/grey/black motif as the teen in the front with a collection of various weapons on the armor, including what looked like a Katana on the back of the blonde male.

The girls were dressed differently though. The taller, Japanese girl was wearing the same basic outfit as the guys' right down to the handgun in a holster on the left side. The shorter Caucasian red-head differed in that she was wearing a pair of black flare pants with a purple stripe running up the outside of the leg and a short sleeved shirt that exactly matched the purple stripe. On her hips was a military style pistol belt that contained several pouches and a holster on the right side. Her armor was black instead of the digital grey of the rest of the group with the butt of a handgun on the left side like the others. Both of the girls had their hair tightly braided, hanging down their backs.

On the upper left side of the chest of the armor of all five was round patch. It was gold and had the Earths landmasses over a red white and blue shield. Around the edge it said 'Global Justice Alliance'. On their right shoulder was another. It was a shield that showed a Polar Projection view of the world from the North Pole. Superimposed was a Katana, point down, with a stylized purple TP over all.

The teen in front looked first at Ayame with a slight smile and held out a pinky to her. Then he addressed Shunya. "Sorry we're late, Chidori-san. We were in the shoot house when I got your message. I understand you have a problem here.

The CPS bureaucrats flip. "Who are you people?"

Shunya holds a hand toward the youngest member of the group and said, "I would like you to meet the young man in question, Doctor Wade Load. Doctor, these people are purportedly members of the New York Child Protection Services and they have a few questions for us."

"City or State?"

"I'm not sure yet."

Wade glared at the trio of suits. "Really?"

The CPS bureaucrats flip again, "This is a private meeting. Your presence is neither wanted nor needed. You have no right to be here."

The red-head looks at the bureaucrats and says, "We're Team Possible and we got a hit on the site from Shunya and Ayame Chidori requesting our presence." Kim pointed to the Japanese girl on the other side of Wade, "That and the fact that Miss Ayame's sister is a member of this Team gives us the right to be here. Now, what are your names and credentials?"

"That's neither here nor there. Who we are doesn't matter. But you have to leave."

"So it's the Inquisition all over again."

The blonde male quips, "This reminds me of the Salam Witch Trials in history class."

The Japanese male looks at the blonde. "There seem to be similar methods being employed here."

One of the 'Crats pulled a cell phone and dialed 911 asking for officers. To the shock of the 'Crats, the Japanese girl immediately raised the device on her left wrist to her face and called the local dispatch telling them that Global Justice was responding to the 911 call they had just received and to stand by.

The red-head never looked away from the suits in front of her. She merely said, "Wade, this is your show!"

"Hold on a second." Wade pulls a pair of glasses from his armor, put them on and starts tapping one handed on a pad on his thigh. "Al, Eleanor, connect to the net, access 'Law' sub direct: 'New York State' sub direct: permutations of 'Child Protection'. Access 'Child Protection Services' sub direct: 'New York State' also sub direct: New York City sub direct: 'Duties and Mission Statement', access the CPS database New York State and New York City, sub direct: engage facial recognition software, identify the following images within CPS database." His fingers flew across the keys.

"Download and cross-reference all data for the names attached to the images. Summarize relevant cases of child abuse, child neglect and child endangerment. Summarize relevant testimonies, outcomes and judgments. Net search: news media: search parameters: names attached to images. Summarize relevant news stories." As Wade was giving his orders to the AI's the faces of the bureaucrats went greyer and greyer.

In seconds he started shifting his head as he moved his eyes across the data streaming into the glasses. A moment later he starts naming names. "All right. According to the State CPS database, these three are mid-level bureaucrats. There seems to be a history of filing what later turn out to be spurious and frivolous charges against a number of high visibility citizens. The only reason they haven't been fired is the union they belong to."

He tapped a moment more. "Apparently every case they've been involved with in the last 6 years has wound up in the news one way or another. They've passed a bunch of lower profile cases to other case workers, frequently overloading the other personnel. While the cases they've taken were often dropped for lack of evidence. Meanwhile the parents of the kids in question were raked over the coals both in the courts and in the press for no good reason."

"From the looks of the data, a case against a U.N. diplomat, even if it failed, would probably be enough to launch them into the higher ranks of the New York CPS."

The blonde male grinned, "Wade, you are the man!"

"It's all in the search terms."

Wade tells them, "You people had better figure out where your priorities lie because I'll send your bureau back into the 19th century until you do.

"Is that a threat?"

Wade growled, "It's not a threat. It's a statement of intent. Drop this case. NOW! Because if you don't the first thing that will happen is EVERY computer your bureau uses will go offline in thirty minutes. Then I have a couple of AI's that can and will sift through every file on your servers looking for evidence of wrongdoing. Starting with your names!"

The woman was furious and looked it. "You can't do that, it's not within your jurisdiction."

"Fine, you can deal with the both the New York State Police and the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Global Justice has reciprocal agreements for that very reason. If they discover evidence of wrongdoing that falls within our purview, they pass it to us for prosecution and we do the same. Each and every one of us are duly authorized Global Justice Agents and if we suspect anyone of breaking the law, we have a duty to investigate the offenders to the fullest extent possible."

"I have reason to suspect corruption within the New York State Child Protection Services. Beginning with the three individuals in front of me. I am therefore obligated by State, Federal and UN regulations to pursue the matter."

"You people aren't trying to protect the interests of a minor here. You're trying to build your own little empire by attacking high profile individuals and getting your names in the news. In the meantime you go on ignoring those kids out there that really need the help simply because their parents happen to be lower than middle class.

"Young man, you need to settle down. You don't know who you're dealing with. Apparently your parents and guardians are out of control if they let a minor such as yourself run around carrying a gun. That's something we need to look into. And Global Justice? Looks like we might have to bring suit against them as well"

Wade slowly takes off the glasses and glares at the trio of bureaucrats. "Take your best shot! You people think you can scare me with a court case? I'm a member of Global Justice in good standing with twenty four arrests to my name. I've been credited with directly saving the lives of dozens of people and assisted with hundreds more. I've taken and returned fire with criminals' intent on killing me and my friends. I have real villains out there that wanna kidnap me for the things I know."

"I'm not some celebrity that cares about their reputation in the news and I'm not a 'Leading Citizen' or politician trying for re-election. You people push me and I'll push back! I won't crawl into your pasts with a microscope; I'll use an electron spectrograph. You try to bring a case against my family and friends and I'll bring up the fact you failed finger painting in kindergarten or the crib notes you used on your 10th grade algebra test!"

Wade looked directly at the woman the threatened him. "Or how about the fact you failed to report the twenty two hundred in tips you made when you were a waitress in your first semester as a college sophomore. We'll get the IRS involved. How bout that?" The woman went from red faced fury to ashen grey.

By now Wade was trembling with fury and practically frothing at the mouth. These people used their jobs and position to personally further their careers at the expense of children that were endangered. Kids whose parents abused and neglected them. It was supposed to be these peoples' jobs to watch out for those kids. Instead they were more worried about their little clique and whether they could bully someone.

"I was a college graduate at nine and got my first Doctorate at ten. Make me mad enough and I'll take the BAR in two weeks and pass, then bury you in countersuits. I'm the holder of dozens of patents that make me a small fortune. Weekly. I personally have access to more money yearly than your Bureau's entire annual budget. I can afford to bring suit after suit against the New York CPS and you personally until they fire you just to get me to stop. And that's exactly what I'll tell your supervisors!"

"The only offense that has occurred here is your abuse of power. Looking at your past case histories, if it wasn't for the fact that Chidori-san was a UN diplomat, you wouldn't have even bothered. Like I said, drop this case. NOW! Shred all the paperwork for it and delete any computer records and leave Chidori-san alone." He looked at Shunya and asked, "Are we finished here, Sir?"

Shunya gave a slight bow saying, "Hai. Arigato gozitmatsu, Load-sensei."

"No big, sir. Let's go."

As they were getting ready to leave, Wade had a parting shot for the bureaucrats. He was grinding his teeth as he said, "Oh, FYI, I'm gonna be keeping an eye on you in the future. The next time you try to ignore some poor kid getting beaten because his parents happen to be poor or threaten a city councilman to get your name in the paper, I'll expose every single case you've been involved with in the last ten years, highlighting the abuse of power in every one. If you people don't clean up your act, I'll have the FBI on you so fast you'll think they appeared by magic."

Wade pivoted of the balls of his feet and stormed out the door of the conference room followed by the rest of the Team and the Chidori's. As they left the room, the adoring gaze of his youngest daughter firmly fixed on the back of the fuming Wade Load did not escape Shunya's notice. Nor the quietly muttered, "He is soooo cooool!"

He leaned down and very, very quietly told her in Japanese, "Watashi wa, Ayame-chan o shonin" (I approve, Ayame-chan.)

Back in the conference room, the occupants failed to notice the fact the small camera high in one corner of the room had a two small red lights showing both the visual and audio had been activated. Thirty-five minutes later, as the 'Crats were trying to formulate a plan against the group that had left, a pair of men in off the rack suits that screamed 'Government' and carrying laptops entered. They produced badges from the Federal Bureau of Investigation saying they wanted to ask them some questions about alleged corruption within the New York CPS. They were well informed as to the particulars of the cases in question!

When the Team returned home, Kim had to stop by her parents' house to pick up some of her mail that was still being delivered there. While she and Ron were there, a delivery truck dropped off a package. After signing for the package, Kim set it on the kitchen table and turned to leave when Ron asked, "Aren't you gonna open it, KP?"

On top of the large box, it simply said 'Possible Family' with a return address to Nana's place in Florida.

"Ron, it's from Nana, it's obviously for Dad."

Ron looked at the box's address label. Pointing to a spot he said, "But, KP, it says Possible Family on it. You're a Possible, that means you're family. Therefore you can open the box."

"Leave it alone, Ron. It's not for us."

"Sure it is, KP! You have just as much right to open it as your 'rents'. Besides, your brothers are gonna get home before they do. What do ya think the chances are that they're gonna leave it alone?"

She went wide-eyed for a second. The Tweebs hadn't crossed her mind. She turned from Ron to look at the box. They stared at the box, each other, the box back to each other.

"OK, you're right, those two are most def gonna open it. They'll probably try and use what's inside for one of their rockets or something. Least this way we can make sure it's safe."

She got a knife and slit the tape, opening the box. Carefully packed inside were a lot of different things. Photo albums and mementos took up most of the space inside. There were even a couple of DVD's. In an envelope she found a note from Nana. Pulling the note out, she read it aloud.

"I figured since that Lander smashed the house, you all would like to have replacements to all the pictures you sent me over the years. I took all of my photo albums and had copies made. I even had copies made of the videos to your wedding and the ones you sent me from when Kimmie was a youngster. I went through the attic and even found old videos and movies from when Poppie was alive. The nice young man at the center even transferred them to DVD for me. I hope this helps make up for what those awful green people did to your house."

"Love Always

Nana"

Kim's voice had started to break a little as she read. Her bottom lip was trembling for reasons that had nothing to do with the PDP and she was softly crying. When the Lowardian lander crushed her childhood home, her family had lost almost everything except for the clothes on their backs. The only reason she had been able to recover the pictures she kept on her computer was Wade had regularly backed it up to a couple of secure servers. And as for the hard copies, if she had one, so did Ron.

After Ron calmed her, he suggested taking the DVD's to the living room and watching for a while. Kim agrees. A couple of vids of the two of them around age 6-8. Then they found one that had "James Possible, Bad Case, Fourth of July 1987" written on it.

The music is scratchy, but the vocals are fairly clear. The video shows a younger, college-aged James Possible dressed in a shimmering suit, white shirt and a narrow tie. There was no grey in his hair and it was moussed to give it a lot of body on the top. There was a beaming Anne with basically the same hairdo she wore now. Apparently surgical caps were a problem even when she was an intern.

The two young adults watched dropped jawed as James Possible was belting out a song. After watching, Kim secures the video saying, "Finally! It's my turn! This is going to be my revenge for those 'Bubble Butt' movies!"