Boilerplate Disclaimer: The various characters from Kim Possible are all owned by Disney the great and powerful. Any and all registered trade names property of their respective owners. Cheap shots at celebrities constitute fair usage.

My jaundiced view of CNN stems from the disappearance of Malaysia Airlines Flight 370 in 2014. It was all CNN covered for weeks, despite not having anything new to say other than, "There is still nothing new to say. But we have a new expert on today to repeat that." Would have nice to recognize the existence of the rest of the world at some point. (And, it turned out, the investigators had figured out fairly early it might have been planned suicide by Captain Zaharie. But since that couldn't be confirmed with 100% certainty the investigators were slow in reporting what they'd found – despite the rumor leaking out a few days after the disappearance.) But CNN doggedly held on to reporting "There is nothing new about Flight 370" for weeks if not months... Frankly it felt like years before they acknowledged anything else.

Phil Ochs released his song 'What's That I Hear' in 1964. The contents of the song have no bearing on the chapter, but I liked it for a chapter title.

What's That I Hear?

Shego considered turning on CNN the next morning to avoid the idiot newscaster who had annoyed her yesterday, but she wanted local news. It wasn't good. Another large hole had disintegrated a portion of a wall, allowing thieves access to the building. The idiot news-anchor began a new rant about the helpless police department. "Moron must think he's Jonah Jameson," she thought. She thought that was the name. She hadn't enjoyed the Spiderman comic books, but reading Hego's copies always annoyed her brother – who treasured the reprints in his heart. She turned to CNN.

CNN tended to only have one story they really ran a day, and ran, and re-ran, and re-re-ran if there was nothing to add to the story. Sometimes it would be the number one story for days, even if there was nothing to report. Boston was not their story of the day. In disgust Shego began flipping through channels to find something worth watching. It was, as the idiot had reported, another hole in a wall, similar to the earlier hole. Shego wished there were more details to report, but appreciated the lack of idiotic commentary.

In Boston the story was big news. All media outlets gave it extensive coverage. The dangers of the mysterious new weapon that could silently blast huge holes in buildings created an atmosphere of fear. The police assured the public they were doing all they could, but refused to comment further about an on-going investigation at this time.

Imari Pérez was taking compliments and criticisms for her work on the case. Her scientific consultant had a working hypothesis of the cause of the destruction and was developing some method for detecting the weapon when in use. The young officer had been given additional resources for trying to sort out potential suspects. The list of fellow researchers who might be aware of the work being done on sound had been lengthy. While it was clear she was working hard she was young and inexperienced, and the captain who had saddled her with the job was taking criticism for putting a near-rookie in charge of an important case and she was taking considerable heat herself and pressure for more results

Eve Eichmann felt pressure from two directions. One was the demands from the police for results NOW, because the police were being pressured by the public for results NOW. She was working as fast as she could. As fast as she could while trying to make certain her instruments would function as intended. The second source of pressure was internal: she wanted to look good in stopping the crimes and not like a failure. Giving the police something dashed together with speed rather than accuracy would not win friends and influence people. Since the weapon she imagined was behind the destruction could be re-calibrated to shatter different materials she needed a device that could detect a range of harmonic tones and still somehow filter out the ambient, but irrelevant, tones.

Kim called Imari a couple days after the most recent destruction. "How are things going?"

"Terrible... Well, maybe not terrible. But it feels that way. The media is screaming we're incompetent. The public is panicked. I... I don't know what to say about Eve. She's working hard, but everyone wants results yesterday."

"Is she coming up with anything?"

"You know I'm not supposed to tell you anything."

"Sorry... I–"

"For you I'll make an exception. I might even make it for Shego, since she's the one who recommended Eve. She is phenomenal. She's testing a device now that should do the trick for detecting when the thing is in use. And, since she thinks it can take hours for the weapon to work, that will give us time... if we detect it within the time window."

"Good. Anything look promising in the interviews with people who knew about the work?"

"Nope. My God, the list of people Haber gave us – the ones he knew about – is forever! And we have to ask who they might have talked with."

"Uh, I had a couple ideas slash thoughts on that... Would you mind hearing them?"

"Only if you don't mind my gratitude. I'm in over my head."

"Another dinner, the four of us?"

"Five. Rules are still that I have to have an officer assigned to watch Eve."

"Any trouble with that?"

"Depends on what you mean by trouble. Guys are fighting for the assignment. Eve suggested I accept bribes and split them with her... It's tempting."

At 6:00 the group met in an unpopular restaurant. It allowed for greater privacy. Before dinner was ordered Eve and Shego placed their bets and asked the male officer to hold their five dollar bills. Eve bet the restaurant was failing because of poor food. Shego had her money on abysmal service creating the problem – service so poor that even the residents of Boston, where poor service was the norm, noticed it. Imari might have thrown in five dollars of her own, but would have been accused of insider trading. She felt pretty certain the restaurant was a money laundering operation and didn't care if they had customers or not – they would still turn in huge 'profits' to the bank to be marked as the product of legitimate business. However, even if it were a money laundering operation it still might have bad food or worse service.

"Kim? You said you had some ideas?"

The redhead nodded and turned to Eve, "You're a genius, right?"

"I am," the tall woman snapped angrily. "And don't give me any shit! I'm working as hard as–"

Kim held up a hand. "I'm not doubting you are a genius. I'm starting with that fact. You are a genius and it's taking you days to–"

"Sonics is not my field!"

"I'm not insulting you!"

"It sure as Hell sounds like you are!"

"Let me finish, please."

"Sorry, maybe. I'm under a lot of pressure."

"Understood. I know you are a genius. But you can't just invent something in twenty-seven minutes. It takes time. I think you said there was some instrument or device that might help you?"

"Yeah, but they require considerable modifications for this particular case."

"I don't know where this is going," Pérez admitted.

Kim tried to explain, "Eve is a genius. Even a genius needs time to perfect an invention, even if she has some technology on hand that can be modified. How long was it between the MIT theft and the first hole in the wall?"

Shego nodded, catching Kim's point. "A couple days at the most, wasn't it?"

"Exactly. Even if someone knew the potential of the research, could they assemble something that fast?"

"Someone did."

"Did they?"

"I don't... What do you mean?"

"Maybe the device already existed. I have a hypothetical, I'm not saying this is really what happened," Kim told them. "But let's imagine Haber was doing research for the Department of Defense..." She looked at Imari, "That happens, right?"

The officer nodded, "Frequently. Government grants bring in a lot of money."

"The army wants some weapon that will destroy buildings, or tanks, or something. So, Professor Haber gets a nice research grant, does his work, and finds that harmonic resonance can be used to destroy material while being relatively safe for humans. Wonderful. However, the problem is that the army wants something that's fast. This'll destroy material, but maybe the device takes too long to be practical, or can't be scaled up to take out a military base or something. The limitations keep it from being practical for the job the army wants. On the other hand, it would be great for opening a wall into a bank vault or a jewelry store."

Imari knew what Kim was suggesting, "And, of course, if you just start knocking holes in walls people start wondering who was doing research on something that could do that."

"But, if you arrange for someone to 'steal' your discovery before you use it then it must have been the thief and not you behind the robberies," finished Shego. She patted Kim on the back, "You'd have made a good crook."

Kim looked confused.

"It was a compliment," Shego assured her.

"From her? Definitely," Eve concurred.

"But a nice theory is not proof," Imari pointed out.

"No, but it's worth checking on," Kim told her, "You–"

They stopped as a surly waiter served them and disappeared into the back.

Eve realized Kim must be right. "Hell, you probably couldn't get the necessary parts that fast."

Kim resumed, "You said Haber gave you a lot of names?"

"I think everyone who is in any professional society he belongs to, all his neighbors, and the garbage man. The list goes on forever."

Eve was smiling, "False scents to keep the police too busy to look at him."

"Might be good to see if he has any connections with the couple crooks who accompanied Camille, or even Camille herself... Maybe look at his own expenses to see if he was buying anything that–"

"Large dish speakers," Eve told Imari. "It might be worth seeing what MIT believes it has and make sure they're still there. Maybe his grant paid for what he needed. But Ms Possible's–"

"Kim, please."

"Kim's suggestions need a follow-up. Has anyone purchased the largest dish speakers commercially available in this area – or had even larger ones custom built?"

"Might even be handy for someone to do a little recon around his place," Shego suggested.

"With all the leads to pursue and no hard evidence I don't think we can spare anyone for surveillance," confessed Imari. "But we get one hint that Haber us behind it and he'll be under a microscope."

"I was just saying a little recon. Someone just kind of walks around his house, peers in the windows of the garage for a camper van, shit like that."

"Shego," hissed Kim, "stay honest!"

"I wasn't saying a thing about breaking the law! I thought I was pointing out the obvious. I mean, if there's a freakin' UPS truck parked in front of his house wouldn't that be a good thing to notice?" She turned to Imari. "Got his address, just in case I'm taking a stroll in that neighborhood this evening?"

"Shego!"

"I'll text it to you," promised Imari. "Not sure why I'm randomly texting you his address. Nothing has been said about it at the table here tonight. Nothing at all."

"Don't encourage her," Kim threatened.

"Encourage her to do what?" Officer Pérez asked innocently.

"Your friend is terribly prudish," commented Eve.

"Yeah, but she's great in the sack," Shego assured her.

Kim blushed crimson, "Why do I even try to be nice to you people?"

"We're laughing because we're happy," Imari told her. "If you're right... God, if you're right this is going to be... It's... Hell, I'm under so much stress I don't know what to say. This sounds good."

Nothing had been proven, but the theory seemed so plausible that a bottle of champagne was ordered and the five drank a toast. The officer assigned to watch Eve knew he was not supposed to drink on duty, but one glass of champagne never hurt anyone – and he agreed the redhead's idea had merit.

A text message arrived on Shego's cell phone with an address when the pale woman and Kim got in the car. "Why don't you park somewhere close," she suggested. "a nice night for a little stroll."

"It's too chilly. And I don't want you getting arrested."

"Would you rather I snuck out tonight?"

"We could have wild sex when we get back and I'd leave you too exhausted to get into trouble."

"Tempting as the offer sounds I'm actually supporting your idea. It was your idea, remember? And I'm sure as hell not going to do anything to get in trouble."

Kim gnawed her lower lip. She wanted Camille captured. She wanted the panic in Boston to end. "You promise not to break any laws?"

"Is the offer for wild sex still available if I'm a good girl?"

"Yes... Should I take a stroll with you?"

"Stay in the car. I can run a fast recon better alone."

Kim parked a block from the address Imari had sent. Twenty minutes later Shego returned to the car and called the officer, "Imari? Shego here. Took a little stroll. I didn't see any suspicious looking vehicles, or sneaky looking individuals going out of Haber's place. Looked like someone is getting ready for a trip. Big pile of stuff on the curb. I couldn't tell if the stuff was Haber's or not, but you might want to ask him about possible travel plans. That would smell suspicious to me."

"Agreed. I'll check that out in the morning."

The next day saw several positive developments.

Imari had set up a mass text for the four women. At 9:23 she texted, "Haber on sabbatical next semester. Plans 2 leave Boston."

Eve replied, "But, as Kim suggested, this thing has been in the works for months. Needs closer examination."

Later that morning Péraz sent another text, "Guess who served as a TA for Beaufox when he was a grad student?"

In the early afternoon Eve and a programmer finished the coding for her sonic detector. Two police technicians had already assembled the hardware for five of the devices and they were only awaiting completion of the necessary software.

Security at the police lab was incredibly tight. With luck the inventor of the sonic disruptor, whether Haber or someone else, would be taken by surprise if he or she didn't realize the police had a detection method. Officers were fingerprinted before any meetings to confirm their identities.

Eve suggested they see if Shego was at the gym, and heading there to update her on developments, "Oh, give Kim a call too. See if she can make it."

Pérez wasn't certain if the tall blonde really wanted to update Kim and Shego or hoped to see Coach Miller at the gym.

"Make sure you take a good shower after practice," Shego warned the coach after checking her phone. "That tall blonde is stopping by to see me and Kim."

"Eddie? To see you and Kim?" He sounded disappointed, "Is she, uh..."

"No threesomes. Not sure if Kim or I would be the most jealous. We're still doing consulting work with the cops and I think this'll be an update but, as long as she's here, you can try hitting on her again."

"I wasn't hitting on her! She's a fellow Olympian! I was just being friendly."

"Sure, and I believe you can bench press five tons."

Miller was silent for a minute, "Sierra? Not that I'm hitting on Eddie or anything... But would I look more thoughtful if I called Pei Wang and asked him to stop by, or just asked her to go out for a drink?"

"You told me he'd been one of her fencing instructors?"

"Yes."

"Give him a call. She'll think you're considerate. You probably couldn't get in her pants on the first date anyway – and she still has a police officer assigned to watch her."

"Damn... I mean, not that I was hoping to get lucky or anything."

"Would it make you feel good to know she asked me if you're married?"

"She did?"

"I didn't say that. I asked if it would make you feel good if you knew she did."

When Kim arrived at the gym she followed the sound of the crowd to see Eve fencing with a small Asian. The male officer looked a little worried about a felon wielding a sword, but kept his mouth shut. Despite her reach Eve lost the match. "Someday you'll be so old I can beat you," she threatened with smile.

"If you were not out of practice you'd have beaten me today," the short man assured her. "Please, remain out of prison. And practice."

Coach Miller offered the four women the use of his office in hopes Eve would go out with him for a drink that evening. He waited with the male officer in the hall outside while the women held their conference.

"Kim, it looks like you're probably right about Haber, we've got a ton of circumstantial evident, but it would never be enough for a conviction. We're going to need something solid before we can make an arrest. We know Haber had a connection with Beaufox, and that might have given him a connection to Leon... Prisons check all mail for contraband, but they don't read every letter going in or out. The Defense Department won't confirm or deny any research they were paying for, but your friend Wade took a few minutes to verify you were right... Still doesn't prove Haber is behind it. We're hoping to find a link between him and either of the men who were with Leon, but Eve's monitor may be our best chance of getting hard evidence."

"I wonder what happened to Leon?" Eve mused. "No one has heard of her since the MIT robbery."

"Leon can be very easy to miss," Kim pointed out. "She could have skipped town, but on the other hand she could be putting on different faces and casing the places that are robbed."

"I'm guessing she's still around. These robberies are raking in a ton. If she's doing the leg work casing the places she's probably getting a nice cut."

"At the moment I've assigned officers to research background on Haber. California confirmed Leon received mail from Boston, and sent letters – but it was a PO box," Imari told them. "Once again, no hard evidence. Unless we can locate their base of operation it will probably take Eve's device to catch a robbery in progress."

"You seem to be doing a good job of keeping that out of the media," commented Shego. "Be nice to hear that idiot on the news backpedal his insults against Eve and me."

"I don't know what you have to do with the sonic detectors," Eve sniffed. "I'm the one who designed them."

"And I'm the one who suggested the police call you in. Cut me some slack or I won't tell you Frank's gonna hit you with an invitation for drinks as soon as we leave his office."

The tall blonde smiled and looked at Imari, "Can I go, please, Mom? I'll be good, I promise. Please, mom? Please?"

Imari closed her eyes and sighed, "You three are not helping my stress level."

"Whatta ya mean?" demanded Shego. "Kim has been giving you great ideas, Eve is kicking technical butt, and let's not even mention all I've done for you."

"Yes," Eve agreed, "let's not."

"Sorry, you're all great. I just... I just wish I didn't need so much help."

"You're doing fine," Kim assured her. "This is your first case and they dumped a tough one on you."

Officer Pérez managed a wan smile. "Thanks, guys. I feel better every time we talk."

When they exited Coach Miller's office the invitation to go out for dinner and drinks was repeated. The coach might have bribed the officer on duty while the women were conferring. The officer who had been watching Eve was gone and a younger, better looking officer had taken the chore. He suggested that he escort Imari to the same restaurant where the coach and criminal genius would be dining.

Imari received an alert two days later. A patrol car equipped with the sonic detector had a positive ping. She ordered them to try and locate the source, but not approach too closely. Since the disruptor required hours to work she wanted to make sure everything for the police response was in place. First a phone call.

"Yes?"

"Eve, throw something on if you're not dressed. Just got a signal. I need you."

"I am not a police officer."

"Not officially. I want you to check things out. Maybe the gang is there, maybe they're not. Maybe there's a timer, or maybe it sends out a signal, or maybe it does something I can't even imagine."

"I repeat, I am not–"

"You're unofficial police. Put your bodyguard on the line, I'll tell him where to bring you."

Eve texted Shego and Kim on her way to the scene.

Officer Pérez agonized about what to do as the police approached the scene. She had ordered them to go in without sirens, not wanting any crooks to have a chance to flee. Six squad cars were parked on different streets as she tried to analyze the situation. "Are the crooks all there? Are any crooks there? Do they just turn it on and leave? Is there one person watching it?" She wished she had Shego with her to reconnoiter the scene. Taking off her own uniform cap, coat, and equipment belt she decided to try and look civilian and look the situation over on her own. "Give me ten minutes," she ordered the other officers. "If I don't call by then, come in."

"Take this," Eve told her, and handed Imari her coat. "It's cold out there, and you look suspicious if you don't have something warm on."

On the short officer the blonde's coat was nearly floor length.

The truck was parked in an alley. Imari thought quickly and remembered a restaurant she could claim as a destination if she was challenged about why she was in the alley. A slight humming came from the truck. Eve had told the police the resonance would be below human hearing, so Pérez guessed it was a generator. One man sat in the truck's cab. Assuming the generator was putting out carbon monoxide in the back he was probably the only person there. She didn't look too closely for fear of appearing suspicious.

Back at her squad car Imari returned the coat, "Thanks," before instructing three officers to quietly approach the truck from the back. With luck he would be taken by surprise.

The police were pleasantly surprised when the capture of the man in the truck worked perfectly. He claimed he knew nothing about whatever was in the back of the truck. He'd been cold and was just sitting in an unlocked vehicle to get out of the cold. "Okay, I guess I was trespassing, but hey, isn't that just a warning and you let me go find another place to warm up?" He wasn't sure if the police were dumb enough to believe the lie. None did.

The men looked to Officer Pérez for orders. She wasn't sure what to say.

"Want me to check the device?" offered Eve.

"Yes, please. Look for..."

"Radio controls, shut-offs, the usual," Eve suggested.

"Yes, Thanks."

"Ask someone to open the back for ventilation, and get me a respirator, please."

"Ferguson? Help Eve with what she needs, and... Eve?"

"Yes?"

"How do we check the wall here for damage?"

"Probably no harmonic decay, and we don't have the instruments here to check... Tell an officer you don't like to punch it if you're worried."

Pérez still felt in over her head. Would the rest of the gang arrive at a pre-set time, and all they only needed to wait? Was the man in the truck supposed to signal the rest when the wall started to crumble? Was he supposed to call with reports regularly and the rest of the gang would scatter if no call came? She looked at her watch, It had been fifteen minutes. She called, "Eve?" The blonde was gone.

"Shego?"

"Yes?"

"Eve. I want to kick some ass. Grab your jailbait girlfriend and–"

"Kim is twenty-two."

"Sorry, I was remembering when–"

"Do you have a point or just called to harass me?"

"I have the address of the gang. The police aren't sure what they're doing yet. I thought it'd play great on the news if we made the capture."

"Kim and I are both out–"

"Of the closet. I know."

"Out of crime fighting. We're out of it. I... It would look good, wouldn't it?"

Eve gave Shego the address in Waltham, and told her to park around the corner from the address. Twenty minutes later Kim parked behind a squad car.

"I thought you said the police weren't here?"

"They aren't."

"The police car?"

"I borrowed it."

Kim stared, "You stole a police car?"

"No, I borrowed it. I'll give it back. Imari said I'm unofficial police, so I decided it was okay."

"It's theft!"

"The police call it taking initiative."

"Can you tell me why we're here and not the police," demanded Kim.

"Imari wasn't sure what to do. This is her first lead and I didn't want to undermine her authority by making suggestions. So–"

"And your shadow?"

"I ditched him. Like I said, just taking initiative."

"Where'd you get the address?"

"Off a receipt on a pizza delivery box in the back of the sound truck. I figure the police will notice it in a few minutes."

"But you wanted to beat them here?"

"Basically. Come on, Shego, you wouldn't mind it either."

Shego hesitated, "I'm only doing this to show the coaching staff was right to trust me."

"Great! Kim, you're the key to our getting in."

"How?"

"You're going to impersonate Camille Leon."

"What?"

"Knock on the door, and say you forgot your key."

"And why do I look like Kim Possible?"

"You're practicing to humiliate her again."

"And if Camille answers the door?"

"I would suggest punching her."

Shego gave directions to Eve, "I'll be with Kim at the front. You surround the house."

"Surround the house?"

"If Kim and I go in the front the brighter ones may try to go out the back."

Kim knocked loudly on the door. At first she wasn't sure it would be answered, but finally it cracked open as far as the chain would permit.

"Huh?"

"Let me in. It's cold out here."

"But–"

A feminine voice sounded behind him. "Who is it?"

"It's... you."

Shego hit the door hard enough to snap the chain.

Five men had been playing cards as they waited for the wall to crumble. A voice called from a back room, "What happened?" Which seemed to be a cue for a loud crash that sounded rather like a tall blonde kicking in a door. Kim hit the man who'd left the card table to answer the door, and saw Camille running for a hallway. The four still seated at the table were trying to get up when Shego rushed them. Two didn't have the chance to stand before the green woman knocked them unconscious.

"Get Camille!" Shego barked at Kim.

The noise from the back room appeared suggestive of a tall blonde flattening more than one opponent.

Kim went in pursuit of Camille. Perhaps Kim was out of shape from years of not fighting crime. Certainly Wade's prep work had always been a factor in her past successes. Regardless of the reason, Kim was unprepared for the blow to the back of her head as she skidded around a corner.

"Done out here," Shego called. I got four. One for Kim. She's gone after Camille. Need help?"

"From you?" scoffed Eve. "There were only three back here."

"Haber?"

"One of the three."

"Well, drag 'em in here so we- Hold on a sec," Shego called. One of the crooks had attempted to get up, and Shego hit him again. The remaining crooks were either unconscious or decided that pretending to be unconscious represented a sound strategy to keep from getting injured.

Eve had dragged one man to the front room and was going back for a second when they heard the sirens.

"Imari should learn the importance of stealth," Eve commented.

"Maybe she's worried you lost your mind before stealing the car and came over here alone. She might be trying to save your butt."

Eve shrugged, "Maybe. But I borrowed the car. I'll grab the other two. Where's Kim?"

Kim was a little unsure of that herself. Her head ached like she'd been hit from behind, and although she still slightly dazed she felt fairly certain she had been. She groaned and opened her eyes to see herself staring down at her.

Shego called, "Kim? Any trouble? Need help?"

"No," standing Kim shouted. "I tied her up. Didn't want to risk her getting away. You and Eichmann get everyone? I think I hear sirens."

"Yeah, we're collecting crooks in one room, bring her in."

On hearing that she'd been tied up Kim attempted to move, and discovered she had been restrained. And she was not wearing the clothes she'd had on when she arrived.

Untied Kim seized bond Kim under the arms and dragged her out of the room and down the hall to the front of the house.

Despite the night being cold the door still stood open from being kicked in. Officers, guns drawn, flooded the room.

"We think we got them all," Eve told the group smugly. "Good thinking, Officer Pérez, having us check the address."

Imari glared. She had not given Eve any instructions. "My keys, please."

"Sure thing," Eve replied, handing them over.

"And you might have..." The brown officer hesitated. If she accused Eve of acting on her own the felon might be in trouble, and Imari felt she owed Eve a debt. If she pretended like she had given the blonde an order she would be in trouble for violating police procedures. "We'll discuss this later." She then ordered officers to cuff the suspects and ordered another to call for two black mariahs.

'Camille' finally worked the gag out of her mouth, "I'm Kim, that's Camille!"

'Kim' shrugged, "She's tried that before," she told the officers. "It hasn't worked yet. Look, it's late. You do your police work and Shego and I will go home."

"Don't let her trick you!" 'Camille' insisted. "She'll get away."

"Oh, for crap's sake," Shego muttered. "Kim told me that the other times this happened Ron decided who was who by kissing them both." She grabbed Kim and pulled into a warm embrace, a very warm embrace. Shego's lips were pressed against Kim's mouth and her tongue forced itself inside.

'Kim' struggled against Shego's embrace, desperately trying to free herself, and finally forcing the other woman away. "Get that crazy bitch away from me," she snarled.

Two officers seized Camille and another put the cuffs on her.

"I think I'm jealous," Kim complained, as Eve and Imari helped her up off the floor. "How come you never kiss me like that?"

"Wait 'til we get back to the apartment. I was just playing with her head. I knew it was Leon when she said Eichmann instead of Eve."

"So why did you–"

"Told you, playing with her head. You said you both kissed Ron – and he identified her as the real Kim? He preferred kissing her to you?"

Kim hesitated, "Yes. Not sure of your point."

"That should have been the first clue you prefer kissing women," Shego smirked and gave Kim a kiss.

––The End––