A/N: OKAY so I have been really excited to write this next Drabble fest. I'm not going to lie, this is probably the #1 reason I decided to do this fic series. If you have yet to review on here or tumblr, this is probably the next part I would appreciate it. There are going to be a minimum of three parts to this if not more. Please enjoy! Side note, this is another part that involves a lot of villains. So if you want any of your villains in here, let me know.

The Heist Part 1

Drakken used the tiny microscopic laser to put the finishing touches on his decoy. If everything went...well, at least decent...he could get access to his long-running plan's bigger players and the key parts for his new project: The Doom-V. He hadn't told Shego he was taking a break from creating a new doomsday device or world domination plan... This was more a land version of the hover car. He'd already finished another backup for the hover car. He'd told Shego the plan a few days ago, but she'd yet to really make a comment about it until...well now.

"So, just a refresher. Someone in your little villain chat contacted you and I guess a few others. That if we get our hands on this ridiculously expensive necklace at this ball...they're willing to trade something you need for something... Why?" asked Shego as she watched him finish the duplicate necklace.

"It's important Shego, and it's something that isn't exactly in easy access," said Drakken as he took off his goggles and looked at Shego. She indicated to herself. "Not even your skills could get this."

"Okay, why are you being secretive?" asked Shego. She picked up the necklace. "Whoa, nice job."

"Shego, are you vetoing this plan?" asked Drakken. He certainly hoped not; she'd yet to use any this month.

"...No," said Shego. She gave him a questioning look. "I'll let it go, but only because I have to go pick up what you told me to get for tonight."

"Shego, you stayed in budget didn't you? This is a one-night thing, no need to blow our funds," said Drakken quickly. She waved her hands in a dismissive manner. "Shego?"

"I got what you told me to get," sighed Shego. She smirked, "Meet you in a few hours, don't forget what you need."

Shego looked at herself in the mirror of the temporary city lair they had acquired for the weekend. The dress she wore was probably one of the most stunning dresses she'd ever seen, and costly. It was green silk, long and flowing, with a slit over one leg; classy, but sexy like she loved. The dress plummeted enough not to be sleazy but to distract just the right amount. The long green sleeves would soon be ended with black silk gloves. She finished putting her hair up and smirked at herself. If this wasn't enough to distract people, she didn't know what was. She looked at her alarm clock and started heading to the work room they had set up prior to that evening.

She still wasn't sure what Drakken needed that she couldn't acquire for them, but she wasn't that annoyed at him being secretive—not yet anyway. Besides, it meant a nice budget to splurge on a new look, a fancy limo ride, and an evening at an extremely expensive and exquisite event. She ran over the whole thing again in her head.

That night she and Drakken were stepping out of their usual criminal activity and attempting to steal the Obsidian Diamond—a one of a kind black diamond necklace worth billions. She was a little bitter they weren't keeping it for themselves, but Drakken had struck up a deal with another villain to trade the diamond for some machine Drakken needed for his latest plot. She'd planned on breaking in somewhere and then just taking it, but Drakken had actually formed a plot she couldn't resist... A heist. Now if his plan backfired, she would just take the necklace, but she had been intrigued by the plan enough to actually not mock it for once or veto it. The plan was to go to a fancy ball where the diamond would be worn by some socialite of course, then snag it, and walk out like nothing happened. It sounded too simple, but as Drakken kept talking about it and adding more details...well who was she to turn down an evening of fine dining, the best wine, and her favorite: crime.

She smirked as she saw Drakken adding what must have been last minute touches for the decoy necklace. It was probably the most focused she'd seen him on anything not destructive. He was dressed in well-fitting designer pants, a crisp white shirt, and his hair was slicked back and tucked in so that you didn't even see his ponytail, and his spikes were gone. Step one, dress to impress and to distract. He'd been adamant that they should blend in enough not to cause too much attention, but enough to be noticed by the right people. She picked up his jacket that was hung on the doorknob and looked closer at it; double breasted, deep navy, and with an intricate design on the one button. She rolled her eyes; of course he couldn't resist blue for one evening. She hung it back up and looked at her dress again before looking back at him. She leaned against the door frame and struck a seductive pose. She was going to love this. She couldn't wait for a reaction.

"Well Dr. D., distracting enough for you?" she asked, doing her best casual and sultry voice.

"Hmm?" He looked at her. His brow rose slightly as he looked her over and turned back to the necklace. "Perfectly distracting. Nice job, Shego."

"Oh, that's real convincing as the man goes back to his necklace," Shego groaned and stepped out of her pose. "Are you serious?"

"It's great, Shego," he nodded. "I'm sorry, but as beautiful as you are, I'm not easily distracted by your...gifts."

"A plastic bag stuck on the roof bothered you for three days until I finally moved it," said Shego. She felt a wash of anger come over her, and a little insecurity if she was honest. What was he playing at? "But this isn't even remotely distracting? I'll have you know..."

"Shego, you look stunning, and if you were anyone else, I assure you I wouldn't be able to focus in the slightest," said Drakken, turning around to look at her. "But you are you, and I've become immune to your...well...distractions."

"Immune..." said Shego. Her anger fell slightly as she raised a brow.

"Yes," said Drakken and he held a serious look. "As breathtaking as you look, you will always be the same woman who blows her nose and stares at it for far too long."

"I what... Excuse me?" asked Shego with wide eyes.

"We've worked together for...two years this June. Being honest, since you seem like you're going to punch me right now... At first there were times I was distracted enough... But then...I watched you blow your nose and stare at it, and on another occasion...I saw you pick your nose," said Drakken, as if he had been holding in a dark secret. "And moments like these, those images come back."

"I have never...what?" asked Shego. She felt her face go hot. "Okay I may glance at it, like any normal person. I don't stare and I don't pick my nose."

"One, two, three... That is an appropriate time to look at one's snot to assess if something is off, not 45 seconds, Shego," said Drakken, turning back around. "You've even asked me to look at it."

"You know what... You bite your nails," snapped Shego. She felt embarrassed, agitated, and hostile.

"Lots of people..."

"Toenails," said Shego sternly. Drakken fell silent and she smirked.

"Let's just agree we have habits," said Drakken. She saw his face darken in tone and smirked. "Did you get the makeup?"

"Yeah. I still don't know why you don't just invent something to alter our appearance instead of makeup," said Shego with a sigh.

"There wasn't enough time for that Shego," said Drakken, looking in the bag. "Did you get the putty?"

"Yes, but why?" asked Shego. She held up a small jar which he snatched.

"Part of the disguise," said Drakken as he headed to the bathroom. He ducked out again and peered at her. "Did you get the brushes?"

Shego sat across from Drakken in the limo, just staring at him. His skin was a nice tan color, the light makeup only covering his hue but not the shade. The putty had been used under the makeup to hide his scar. It was unsettling knowing that Drakken was sitting there, but wasn't. It felt so weird to her, like there was a stranger that looked familiar. This was the Drew Lipsky from the pictures during Mama Lipsky's visit, all grown up. The makeup had smoothed out his skin, and his eyes were less dark around the edges, and his jaw line was slightly different even with the makeup. He fidgeted his black-gloved hands, fighting touching his face. By the glances he kept giving her, he must feel the same unease looking at her.

"It's creepy, right?" asked Shego, indicating to them both.

"Yes," said Drakken who sighed at having it being voiced. "You look so unnatural not being pale green. I mean couldn't you have worn at least green lipstick?"

"Wouldn't you think that would look out of place at a fancy event?" asked Shego. She had contemplated it. "We don't look like us."

"We're not us tonight Shego," said Drakken. He looked serious. "We're a young wealthy couple at a formal event. Before you argue, couples are less likely to be suspected of a heist. We look as much the victims as anyone else and don't stand out as much."

"Young?" asked Shego with a raised brow. "You're forty."

"Forty's the new thirty, Shego," said Drakken with a scowl. "Like you're far behind."

"Whatever," said Shego with an eye-roll. She smirked. Definitely still Drakken.

Drakken fixed his collar and the silver medallion button on his coat and gave a deep sigh. He had stopped in the bathroom before they entered the ball. He was staring at himself. He felt like there was a ghost looking back at him. He gulped. It felt so...so wrong to him, and yet... He smoothed his jacket and checked his hair, a smirk across his face recalling how much time he used to spend on his hair alone in his youth. He yanked the door open, probably with more aggression then he intended, and darted out past others to find Shego.

"Dra-... Drew," came Shego's voice as he rounded a corner. He looked towards the voice.

It was, like she'd stated, weird. Her skin being fair beige in tone just seemed off to him. He'd actually been avoiding looking at her as much as possible on the ride over. She didn't look like Shego without her green hue and dark lips. This was... This was Sheila, not Shego. It probably bothered him more because of that stupid dress. It was hard imagining her with the habits that kept certain thoughts at bay. That's when he made the decision to avoid looking at her as much as possible. That was key.

"Took you long enough, I thought you fell in," scoffed Shego as they began heading into the gala. They walked behind many other couples, all arm in arm and laughing.

Drakken hadn't really noticed. He was running over the plans in his head. This should be simple with Shego's skills at swiping things quickly and flawlessly. He patted his pocket to make sure the fake necklace was secured in there, feeling a bit of nerves. He'd never done this sort of thing before, a heist... This wasn't even his normal. He suddenly began breaking down the whole plan. What had he been thinking? He didn't even know who this villain was. It could all be a set-up for all he knew. Shego was right, he could be too trusting sometimes; it made for a lot of mistakes. He began to mentally give himself a pep talk and considered...how hard could it be to swipe a necklace off a spoiled, dimwitted socialite? He slid his arm through Shego's as they approached the entrance, mirroring the others around them.

"We have three fallbacks remember, so you tell me which one we do," said Drakken as they smiled at the entrance guards. "Dr. Lipsky and guest."

"Have a good evening, sir," said the man as they let them walk in. Drakken felt Shego's hands tighten on his arm.

"What?" He looked at her, keeping a fake smile but rubbing his arm as she let go a brief distance from where she pulled him from the entrance.

"You used your real name?" she hissed and looked around, giving an annoyed growl. "You idiot, that is the..."

"Lipsky is a common surname and I'm Dr. Andrew Lipsky," said Drakken with a glare. Shego held no expression on her face. "What?"

"Oh, because Andrew is so much different than Drew," said Shego. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Whatever, it's your plan."

"Hmm," said Drakken. It was his plan, though he had to question his own thoughts now. He shook his head. "Too late. Besides, since my name hasn't been legally used in ages, it passed the background check to get in here."

"Seriously?" asked Shego in shock. "Are you telling me that you don't have a record under Drew Lipsky?"

"Only for an illegal motorcycle street race, but that should have gone off the record when I turned eighteen," said Drakken as he shrugged.

"Motorcycle...street race?" asked Shego. Drakken shrugged again and they finished walking in to the ball. "Excuse me, but you... Wow."

"Wow, indeed," said Drakken with wide eyes.

The event was held in an extensive ball room with delicate paintings on the walls lined in real gold, and crystal chandeliers above gave a brilliant glow. Live music played as everyone gathered, yet the evening was still young. There were hundreds of people there, and the ballroom was big enough. Drakken was pretty sure he'd never been in a room with that many people in his life. He tried thinking of any sporting events he'd gone to to do the math, but he didn't go to sporting events so that was zero. He glanced at Shego. She looked more fixated on the music than the people. He was certain, given her youth, she'd been to balls and galas plenty of times. He tried to calm his own nerves over how complicated his plan might have gotten as he'd grossly miscalculated the amount of witnesses. He set to ask Shego which plan would work best.

"There's more people than I thought," said Drakken. That had not been what he'd meant to say.

"Pretty normal for a ball," said Shego with an eye-roll. "No more than a villain masquerade."

"Well...what?" asked Drakken. "There was a masquerade?" Shego raised a brow.

"Are you serious... Oh my god. We'll go this year," she scoffed. "Honestly, did you live under a rock before we met?"

"I did live inside a mountain lair." He smirked at his own joke, and Shego's eye-roll was lessened by the slight snort she gave. "How many balls have you gone to?"

"The villain one, once... A few back in the day," said Shego with a shrug. She glanced at him and Drakken nodded. "This is different though."

"How so?" asked Drakken, hoping for something to level the field.

"Never gone with someone before," smirked Shego. Drakken was shocked and it must have shown on his face. She elbowed him slightly and looked at their invite. "Come on Doctor, we should find our table before we start causing a distraction."

Let the Ball begin →