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Bernadette Barr opened her eyes, blinking away sleep, to find her gaze being met by Shego's emerald gaze from a range of about a foot. At the same time she became aware of just how uncomfortable she was and grimaced. "Should have taken more off before getting into bed! How are you feeling?" She whispered. She then reached down to try and adjust her bra, which she'd unhooked but not removed, and was now bunched uncomfortably. In fact, all she had removed before getting into bed were her shoes and prothesis.

As Shego began to reply, the reason they were sharing a single Queen-Size bed in a very nice hotel room announced it's, or their, presence with a loud snore which made both women cringe. "Well, I felt this way once before hiding in a ventilation duct above a furnace, and didn't like it then! And in the state those clowns were in, you could have gone all the way to the buff, and they'd never have noticed!"

"Or, perhaps I could have changed into some nice pajamas, if I had been given the opportunity to pack before embarking on this trip, and experiencing the roller coaster ride from Hell descending from the Ionosphere!" Bernie hissed back, then rolled over as far as she dared to be able to look at the other bed, where she should be sleeping!

There two men were lying motionless beyond their breathing, with a light coverlet over them courtesy of Bernie. One had his mouth wide open, and was probably the source of the snore. He was also the larger of the two, and Bernie wondered why he had not managed to evict his friend from the bed in his sleep.

"Well, you insisted we bring them back here!" Shego snarked, then immediately showed regret for the remark, as the look in Bernie's eyes told her clearly what response she was about to get.

"Well, we couldn't leave them in their condition in that part of the city that you insisted we take them to. And then proceed to encourage their sampling of the local beverages, resulting in their current condition! And us not knowing what hotel they're staying at!"

Shego just grimaced for a moment, then rolled her eyes. "Fine, you're right! But a more important thought has just occurred to me!"

Bernie's righteous indignation vanished to be replaced by a puzzled frown. "What?"

Shego pulled one arm from underneath the covers and pointed to the other bed. "In short order those two guys, with hangovers and full bladders, will be waking up! I think we might want to make our own use of the bathroom before that happens!"

Bernie's eyes widened and she nodded. "You have a very good point! Let's go!" And suiting action to words, she flung off the covers and swung into a seated position, reaching for her prosthetic foot.

But Shego circled the bed and lifted her up before she could start to put it on. "No time to waste, you'll just have to wait until you're done in the shower! Let's go!"

Shortly thereafter, Bernie sat on the edge of the bathtub fixing her prosthesis in place while Shego took her turn in the separate shower. The accommodations were first class, she couldn't complain about that, but their first night exploring Casablanca hadn't exactly ended as planned. They'd met the two guys, Simon and Wesley, if they spoke the truth, in a nice club with good entertainment and a relaxed atmosphere. But then Shego had suggested that they find something a little more 'edgy', as she put it.

The results: having to tote the two men back to their hotel room at 3AM and smuggle them in, which had been depressingly easy as far as Bernie was concerned. Of course Shego had relished the challenge, though her idea had been just to get their 'dates' out of the dangerous section of town and leave them somewhere safe for the police to find, but Bernie had insisted. It would have helped if they had found a room key or something on one of them to tell where they were staying, since the subject had not come up while they were still coherent.

Not that Bernie expected the evening to have ended as she was sure the two guys had hoped, in fact it had been highly unlikely from the start, but she still wondered how events would have turned out if Shego hadn't gotten the devil in her.

Finished with her foot, she sat up and studied Shego's distorted image through the shower door. It had been only two weeks since the Open Lair incident, and the woman was back to full health, even her surgical scar was no longer visible.

Then as if reading her mind, Shego spoke up. "You know, now that my skin is back to it's normal perfection, I think it's about time to get back to work on our tans!"

Eyes narrowing suspiciously, Bernie replied warily "Wearing what, exactly?" Because Shego had literally dragged her friend on the flight without allowing her to pack more then a single change of underwear, two pairs of socks, and one spare blouse! Of course they could afford to buy new things, but Bernie was nowhere near as casual as Shego was about spending money on things that she already had back home.

And then the experience of her first flight in Doctor Drakken's last(?) project, an aircraft that 'jumped' or teleported, to other places on the Earth. Unfortunately, the farther it jumped, the higher it arrived, and had to glide down to air thick enough for the engines to work like a runaway roller coaster, a none too pleasant experience the first time out. And they hadn't even jumped the maximum distance!

"Relax, Miss Prude! They don't allow that kind of 'beachwear' here! In fact, I only know one beach here that allows you to even wear a bikini!" Then she paused, and Bernie could imagine the smirk, "But if you'd like to try that again, Spain isn't far, plenty of those beaches there!"

"Ana!" Bernie responded heatedly. Shego had once lured her to a clothing optional beach, but that had been to spy on someone, which she had concealed from Bernie, though the nurse had caught on and done a little spying in return.

"Okay, okay! And now that I mention it, Morocco probably isn't the place to be for that at all, so after one safe night out, let's move..." Then she was interrupted by a timid knock on the door.

Even though the door was locked, Bernie couldn't help grabbing a towel from the linen rack, but then subsided and simply held it in her lap as she called, "Yes?"

"Um, listen...uh, sorry about last night." Came Simon's voice through the door, "And thanks for bringing us back to the hotel, guess we should have told you our room number, huh?"

Bernie exchanged surprised looks with Shego, who had turned off the shower and slid the door open to hear the conversation.

"Anyway, Thanks, I'm going to get Wi...Wes back to our room, he's not a pretty sight after a bender, I just wanted to say Thanks, that was quite a wild night, best I've had in a while!"

This time the two women exchanged shrugs before Bernie replied, "You're Welcome, Simon, and no problem, everything turned out all right...um, you need any help getting your friend back to your room?" Even while asking, Bernie grimaced as she hoped the answer was 'no'. Shego rolled her eyes, closed the shower door, and turned the spray on again.

And Bernie's hopes came true. "No, I can handle him, it's hardly the first time!" Came Simon's voice, "So again, thanks for the evening, sorry we messed it up!"

"Not to worry!" Bernie replied with a grimace, "And certainly not all your fault!" She stood up and wrapped the towel around her torso as she approached the door, where she listened as best she could to the sounds from the room, though the shower drowned most of them out. However she made out muffled voices and groans, and finally the door closing a bit harder then necessary.

She cautiously unlocked and opened the bathroom to peer warily out. Seeing the coast was clear, she had almost closed the door again when she heard her cellphone giving off an unassigned ringtone. Scowling slightly she entered the room and pulled the device from underneath her pillow. "Text from Wade?" She muttered curiously, then called the message up. Her eyes widened immediately and her eyebrows threatened to mate with her bangs as she read what it contained.

She briefly cast her gaze heavenwards as if seeking a sign, then turned resignedly back towards the bathroom door. Pushing it ajar, she steeled herself, before calling out. "Um, Ana, would you mind very much turning that water to as cold as you can get it?"

There was a moment's silence before Shego warily replied. "And why would you want me to do that?"

Bernie shrugged, even if Shego couldn't see it. "I was hoping it would dampen the reaction, actually..."

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Later that day, morning reached the town of Middleton, Colorado. Drew Theodore P. Lipsky, sometimes known as Doctor Drakken, though now Mayor of Middleton, entered his receptionist's office while finishing off his second morning coffee, a scowl on his face due to something he had read over breakfast having a lasting effect.

Said receptionist, Mrs. Helen Notting, if that was in fact her real name, greeted him with the same solemn expression she always had in the early hours. Drakken believed she was probably younger then the fiftyish persona she presented, and knew for a fact she was a Global Justice Agent keeping an eye on him. And she knew he knew, so the whole thing was bordering on the farcical.

"Are the curtains drawn, Mata?" Drew asked, making a totally unnecessary gesture at his office door with the hand holding his now empty cup as he did.

Mrs. Notting rolled her eyes in reply, though by this point she would have been more inclined to show the Mayor more sympathy. But that would ruin the whole dynamic of their relationship. "Yes, Mister Mayor, just like they've been every day since you returned from your Honeymoon! Is Mrs. Lipsky well this morning?" The touch of concern in her voice was genuine this time.

Drew nodded. "No morning sickness yet today, it's probably waiting to strike later!" He dropped his newspaper on the desk. "While mine is roiling along splendidly!"

Mrs. Notting didn't unfold the paper, she already knew what the headline said. "Trying to get your robot declared a monument? That man's imagination keeps churning out more and more bizarre reasons to delay having it carted away!" She referred to Jubal Lobb, on whose Used Car Lot the robot had ended it's rampage, such as it was.

Drakken nodded. "Without gaining the slightest support for any of his ideas beyond his sales staff and the Secret Radical Cell in West Middleton, which I believe now has a third member who's actually human!"

Mrs. Notting scoffed contemptuously as Drakken passed her and entered his office. True to her promise, she had closed the curtains so Drakken couldn't see the aforementioned robot through the newly replaced window. He had actually resorted to approaching City Hall by a roundabout route, then entering through the rear door just to avoid seeing his creation, which had proven more of a headache in the last two weeks then in the five years he had spent building it, as well as indulging in endless tinkering on it. Or at least it felt that way.

Drakken tossed the coffee cup in the trash can, then stepped back to the still open door. "So, who is my first appointment today, Mata?" Then his eyes narrowed suspiciously as he noticed a sudden tension in the woman.

It took her a moment to answer. "Actually, Mister Mayor, all of your appointments for the immediate future have been rescheduled, or if urgent, passed to Mrs. Stoppable." She had kept her gaze fixed straight ahead while speaking, not even glancing in Drakken's direction.

"Oh? And exactly why would I need a few days free, Mrs. Notting?" His tone was not very inquisitive at all for someone asking a question, as if he knew full well what the answer was.

After some hesitation, while still avoiding eye contact, she replied, "I honestly have not been briefed as to the reason, Mr. Mayor."

"Oh." Drakken replied in disappointed tone, "It would have been nice to have my suspicions confirmed before my callers arrived, which would be when, exactly?"

He clearly saw the woman wince. "Actually, they should have gotten here before you, but something seems to have held them up!"

"Really..." Drew responded in a droll tone. He then turned as if to enter his office, but stopped and turned back, some anger evident now. "A few weeks ago this wouldn't have been all that inconvenient, but after this Robot mess...and I have a pregnant wife at home to boot! What am I to tell her, if she deserves an explanation?"

This time Helen did turn to face him. "Miss Hogan has already gone to talk to her, and ask her to pack you a bag, um, if it's safe for her to do so?"

"You mean, do I have any fiendish devices concealed in my sock drawer? Not to my knowledge!" Drew replied, but in a distracted manner. "Miss Hogan in person? Well, that's some consideration on her part, I wonder if Doctor Director assigned her, or she volunteered?" Abigail Hogan was Doctor Director's Personal Aide, her being assigned rather then a normal Agent was indicative of some sympathy for his position. "I still hesitate to leave her alone while I'm...where?"

His receptionist shrugged, "I have no idea, I'm not even sure what level this is! And we'll take care of Mrs. Lipsky...I mean, she'll be looked after!" She had blushed at the pause. "I was also supposed to ask you if you wanted your Mother notified?"

Drew grinned faintly. "Only if you wish to receive hourly calls asking for an update, my dear Mata!" He sighed. "Well, I'll catch up on my reading then while I wait to be subpoenaed, and rest assured you can announce their arrival, I won't be waiting in ambush!"

As he closed the door and drifted slowly towards his desk, he mused aloud. "I have heard that the wheels of justice grind slowly, but this matter should have been handled months ago! Or they could have just covered it up and been done with it, but I suppose that's not Betty Director's style, is it?" He looked back at the office door. "It's actually possible she doesn't know what's behind this, it's probably only being handled at the highest level."

Then he stopped on the verge of seating himself. "I wonder if Uncle Frederick will be there? If so, it will be the first time we've met in person since I was twenty-five!"

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It would be highly unlikely that even Al Betsaroff, gambling 'king' of the Tri-Cities area, would ever bother taking odds on whether the event taking place at Middleton High School at that moment could ever actually occur.

"Would Kim Possible report immediately to the Principal's Office."

The voice of Vice-Principal Steven Barkin echoed throughout the school, causing the majority of the students, and most of the teachers, to regard the speakers in whatever space they occupied with expressions of shock.

Kim herself had begun studying a Math assignment just handed out when it occurred. Her eyes also shot to the speaker, a puzzled frown blooming on her face. Then her gaze shifted to the teacher, Miss Gisbourne, who shrugged.

On the assumption that any trip to the Principal's Office would be unlikely to be of short duration, Kim repacked her backpack, her scowl remaining. She did shrug in response to inquisitive glances from Monique, Bonnie, and Tara as she did so, then shouldered her bag and headed for the classroom door.

Her puzzlement grew exponentially as she approached the administrative offices and saw her Mother through the window of Principal Cooley's office. And even more so when she realized the two well dressed people standing stiffly besides Ann Possible were in fact Global Justice Agents Will Du and Brenda Core, looking none too happy.

And then came the surprise of seeing her own suitcase next to her Mother's seat when she stepped through the office door. Yet "Mom?" was all she could manage in the way of questions as she looked around at everyone present, which also included Principal Cooley and Mr. Barkin.

Her mother had been texting on her phone, but looked up at the sound of Kim's voice. "Oh, there you are!" She looked at the suitcase, then at Kim, smiling a bit uncertainly. "It seems you're going on a trip, Dear. I don't like it, but the way it was explained to me..." She looked at Will and Brenda, causing the latter's discomfort to clearly increase, while Will went the opposite direction, "...I don't think you'll object. I insisted on a chaperone, but can't go myself, so I'm trying to see if Bernadette can do it, waiting for her answer now."

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Back in Morocco, Bernie frowned at the text message on her phone as a taxi transported her and Shego to the hiding place of their aircraft. Beside her, a fuming Shego was using a laptop to search the Internet, muttering under her breath every few seconds.

Finally, Bernie took a deep breath and addressed her very upset friend, only to have Shego turn to her and speak at the same time. And the words that came from both of their mouths?

"We're going to Hollywood!"

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And now a continuation of the Mayorverse stories. I chose to start this story first rather then 'Four Kidnappings and a Funeral' because I already had the beginning ready in my head, and the sequence can work either way.