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Rufus grabbed the modified cell phone from Jim and with remarkable dexterity and speed reworked the wiring. Satisfied with his work, the naked mole rat returned the device to Tim who aimed it at Ron, pressed the button, and let loose a hearty “Hoosha!” as a shimmering blue beam emanated from the phone’s camera lens, enveloping the tow-headed teen just before he hit the courtroom floor.

“Badical!” Ron exulted as he found himself hovering instead of experiencing severe pain. After a few moments of floating, he looked towards the Tweebs. “Okay, guys, you can put me down now.”

Jim pressed some buttons, then gave the phone to Tim, who did likewise. He then gave the phone to Rufus, who passed it to James.

“While I may not have the Possible family gray matter or that of Rufus,” Ron observed, “I’m thinking that the phone passing thing is not good.”

“Sorry,” Jim said with an abashed shrug.

“Now I know the passing thing is not good,” Ron groaned.

“We can’t deactivate the beam,” Tim added.

“So you mean I’m stuck floating?” Ron asked.

Jim and Tim nodded.

“Aw man,” Ron whined.

“Hey,” Jim said. “Look at the bright side …”

“You won’t wear out your shoes as fast!” Tim offered weakly.

II.

“You are so going to regret dropping Ron,” Kim growled.

“What are you complaining about?” Shego gibed, not noticing the enraged expression on the teen’s face. “I just did your rep a fa—OOOF!”

“You were saying?” Kim said icily, having just tackled her long-time foe whom she now had in a vise-like grip.

“Okay, I’m sorry I dropped the buffoon,” Shego said grudgingly.

“And,” Kim demanded.

“Maybe your boyfriend isn’t a complete and total dork!” Shego offered.

“Not quite the apology I was looking for, but it’ll do,” Kim said.

“Great, you gonna let me up?”

Before Kim could reply, Drakken stirred. He was surprised by what he saw. “Since when does Kim Possible use GWA moves?”

“I’m full of surprises,” she said, not feeling a need to add that while she still thought the GWA was ferociously fake, she wasn’t above trying something new in the fight against evil.

“Well, so am I,” Drakken said as he whisked out something that looked like a prop from Captain Constellation. “Behold, the DNA Destabilizer! With this, I will … hey!”

“Spankin’ move, Your Honor!” Kim said as Harry Mint launched into a flying kick with which he knocked the weapon from Drakken’s hand. In mid-flight, the jurist grabbed the gun, did a tuck and roll, and landed on his feet.

“Thanks,” Harry said, nodding as he pocketed the Destabilizer.

“Hey, you can’t take that! That’s mine!” Drakken protested.

“Not anymore, Blue Boy,” Harry said. “This is evidence.”

“But, but …” Drakken sputtered.

“If I were you, I’d find a lawyer,” the judge advised. “Your lady friend, too.”

“Lady friend?” a confused Drakken parroted in reply. “Shego? Is there, uh, something, I, uh, should know?”

“I am NOT his lady friend,” Shego snarled.

“Yeah, sure you’re not,” Harry said. “That’s what they all say.”

“Why, you …”

Ignoring Shego’s protests, Harry leaned out of the hatch and called for help.

III.

“KP!” Ron called out as Kim and Harry clambered down one of the walker’s legs, followed by Drakken and Shego who were now under guard and in custody.

“Ron!” Kim replied with relief. Then, noticing her best friend’s situation, she asked, rolling her eyes, “Do I even want to know?”

“It’s all cool, K—OUCH!” Ron cried out as the beam flickered out and he dropped to the courtroom floor.

“Hicka bicka boo!” Jim exclaimed.

“Hoosha!” Tim replied as he gave his brother a high five.

“Nice work, boys,” James said approvingly.

“Thanks, Dad,” Jim said. “Once we realized we needed to reverse the polarization of the gravometric field …”

“We knew we were golden. Now we can—”

“I have no idea know what you just said,” Harry interjected, “but don’t try anything else in my courtroom. I’ve had enough whacked science for one day. Got it?”

Jim and Tim, sensing the judge meant business, gulped. “Yes, sir,” they replied in unison.

“Good,” he said.

“Good! I see the trial has yet to resume,” Hank said as he rushed into the courtroom.

“Uh, Dude, what are you doing here?” Ron asked.

“The call of justice must always be heeded,” Hank said grandly.

“Too many coffee runs and photocopying?” Kim asked archly.

“Well, er, um …” Hank replied. “Yeah.”

“Well, thanks for showing up, but I don’t think she needs you,” Harry said.

“What do you mean?” Hank asked.

“I’m throwing out this case,” Harry replied.

“No way!” Kim said.

“Way,” Mint said. “You belong on the streets fighting villains, not in jail, cooling your heels.”

“Badical!” Ron enthused.

“Zis is an OUTRAGE!” bellowed Dementor, who was still suspended above the courtroom floor. “I VANT MY DAY IN ZE COURT!”

“Can it, buster, or I’ll have you charged with contempt of court,” Harry snapped.

“Well, this is all well and fine for Miss Possible,” a frowning Hank said, throwing up his hands. “But now what am I going to do? I gave up my job at the firm so I could be part of this trial.”

“Drakken and Shego need a good lawyer,” Kim said helpfully.

“Thanks for the tip,” Hank said as he rushed out in search of his potential new clients.

“Helping out the bad guys, KP?” Ron observed.

“I’m a hero, it’s what I do,” she said conversationally.

“As far as I’m concerned, you’re still a vigilante,” Reuben sneered as he joined the group. “This is a travesty.”

“Reuben, Reuben, Reuben,” Ron said, wrapping his arm around his cousin. “While I’m not sure what a travesty is, the Ronster is willing to bet the only travesty here is your political ambitions.”

“Watch it, Cousin,” Reuben hissed.

“Or what?” Ron said, heedless of his relative’s menacing tone. “You didn’t even charge the right person!”

“What are you talking about?” Reuben said.

“Ron,” Kim warned. “So not the time.”

Ignoring her, he ploughed on with supreme confidence. “KP may have been present when Dementor’s transporter-thingie was pinched, but she didn’t actually take it.”

“Oh? Then who did?” Reuben asked, sensing he might be able to extract a measure of satisfaction from what appeared to be a lost cause.

“I did!” Ron announced triumphantly, eliciting a forehead slap by Kim and a most satisfied grin from his cousin.

IV.

“Wow, KP, you’re beautiful,” Ron gushed.

“Thanks,” a blushing Kim replied.

“You are without doubt the prettiest girl here,” he continued.

Kim smirked as she looked about the room.

“Admittedly, you’re the only girl here,” he added.

“Still, compliment accepted,” she replied.

“Thanks,” he said. “You sure you’re down with this?”

“So down,” she said. “It’s Spring Fling, and there’s no way I wasn’t going to dance with my boyfriend.”

“It sure was nice of them to let you in,” Ron said as he rested his large hand on the small of Kim’s back.

“I guess I’m still part of the family,” she said as she rested her hand on Ron’s orange prison jump suit, then rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m so glad the judge gave you that deal.”

“Yeah, all told, two weeks in here isn’t that bad,” Ron said before he observed, “Okay, this is nice.”

“So nice,” she agreed.

“Though it does tank that I had to give up my law degree and Barkin is crushing me with homework. I mean, do you know what kind of marinating I could have been doing here?”

Kim snorted. “You are so flawed.”

“Hey, I am what I is,” Ron said.

“Glad to hear it,” Kim murmured.

“You know, this has to be the strangest first date ever,” Ron said.

“Maybe,” Kim said. “But it seems right for the guy whose motto is ‘Never be normal’ and the girl who says she can do anything.”

The two teens danced around the visiting room to the sound of Ron’s humming. The romantic, if odd, moment was disrupted by the blaring of sirens. It wasn’t long before the door to the secure visiting area flew open.

“Sorry, kids, but visiting time’s over,” Thelma announced with regret.

“Man,” Ron groaned.

“What’s the sitch?” Kim asked as Thelma was joined by Earl.

“Attempted break out,” Earl said. “Drakken and Shego.”

“Looks like you’re on, KP,” Ron suggested.

“We could use your help,” Thelma said.

“I don’t know. It seems wrong doing the save the world thing without Ron by my side.”

“Don’t worry, Kimbo,” he said reassuringly. “Even if I’m in stir, I’ve got your back.”

“Excuse me?”

“After you bust Drakken and Shego, Tiny and the Ronman will make sure to give them one bon-diggety razzing.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she said with a chuckle. She looked to Thelma and Earl, who shared a knowing look before they turned their backs on the two teens. Then she brought her lips to those of her best friend.

“Man, I love this place,” a goofily grinning Ron said after Kim had finished kissing him.

“Don’t love it too much,” Kim said with a wry smile. “I need my guy on the outside.”

V.

“Your Honor!”

Harry Mint turned to see a short and vaguely familiar figure striding down the corridor towards him.

“Yes?”

“I’m Myron Meanor—”

Recognition immediately dawned on the judge.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Harry said as he shook hands with the media figure, “but I have a 2:00 tee time.”

“Then I’ll get to the point: I need a new panelist for my show and, after seeing how you handled the Possible trial, I think you’d be TV gold,” Myron announced.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Harry said disbelievingly.

“When ratings are involved, I don’t kid,” Myron said.

“You really think I’d be good?” Harry asked, intrigued by the possibility of dispensing legal advice on television.

“Think? I know,” Myron answered with the confidence of a man who knew his business. “In fact, if this goes well, I could see getting you your own show. Just imagine: Judge Mint Day …”

VI.

All things considered, Reuben was feeling good about life. The case against Kim Possible may have fallen apart, but he still had his dopey cousin put away, if only briefly, for stealing the Transportulator. It wasn’t the political boost he’d sought – after all, nobody could even get Ron’s name right – but he saw the percentage in what had happened. After all, nobody would question the crime-fighting credentials of a guy dedicated enough to put away his own relatives. The path may have become longer and rougher, but Reuben was still able to see a route to electoral glory.

Then a DA-shaped shadow fell across the road.

Reuben was surprised when his boss, Napoleon Nero, dropped into one of the visitor’s chairs and put his feet on his desk.

“I just got off the phone with the mayor,” said the DA, a large man with a shock of white hair and physique that made Steve Barkin look like a sissy.

“Oh?” Reuben replied, wondering what this had to do with him.

“He said it took a lot of guts for you to go after your own cousin …”

Reuben beamed.

“… He also said he thinks you’re out of your mind.”

“What?!”

“Trying to put away two kids who were just trying to do the right thing? He says it made you look like an opportunistic bully.”

“But they both confessed!” Reuben said.

“To what?” Nero countered. “Taking some piece of dangerous technology from a known supervillain?”

“But it was his!” Reuben protested. “He had the paperwork and designs to prove it!”

“I’m sure that would have been a great comfort to whomever he zapped,” the DA replied sarcastically. Then he steepled his fingers. “The Mayor wants to know what I’m going to do.”

“Do? About what?”

“About you. He thinks you’re a liability …”

Reuben gawped at his boss.

“… I think he’s right. You’re fired.”

“Fired? You can’t fire me! You okayed the prosecution!”

“I’ve always believed it appropriate to encourage my staff to show initiative. At the same time, I expect them to exercise discretion when making use of the authority entrusted to them by the public,” the DA said grandly, sounding like a wise but disappointed servant of the people speaking to members of the press.

“I can’t believe this,” said Reuben, shaking his head in disbelief.

The DA he rose to his feet and headed to the door. Then he turned and flashed a predatory grin at his former assistant. “‘Nero zeroes rogue ADA for charging hero’. Makes a pretty good headline for a guy running for re-election, doesn’t it?”

VII.

“I don’t think I’ve been this nervous since my first heist,” Tiny said as she fidgeted and tapped her toe.

“I so don’t think you should mention that to the Parole Board,” Kim said wryly as she looked across the table at her former fellow inmate.

“Good point,” Tiny said with a chuckle. “So, how’re things with your man?”

“Spankin’,” Kim answered. “Ron’s weird, but he’s a great BF.”

“Glad to hear it,” Tiny said. “I can see why you like him. It was fun getting to know him when he was in here, even if he is a Steel Toe fan.”

Kim snorted. “If only I could shake him of his fascination with pro-wrestling and that stupid claw machine at the mall …”

“Claw machine?”

Kim rolled her eyes. “Ron’s determined to win me a prize. He spent three hours trying on Friday.”

“At least the boy’s got focus.”

“I guess so,” Kim said. “On the plus side, he can be incredibly romantic.”

“Oh?”

“We were on a mission the other day and some henchmen had me cornered. Ron was so not down with that,” Kim said dreamily. “He was awesome.”

Tiny snorted. “You’ve got it bad.”

Kim laughed. “Thanks for helping me realize it. If it weren’t for you …”

“It would have been something else,” Tiny said. “I’m just glad you two figured out how you felt about each other.”

Kim chuckled. “You and Josh.”

“The guy you thought you were crushing on?”

“Mmm hmmm,” Kim said. “Talk about being the last one to know what was going on!”

“It happens,” Tiny said. “After all, I didn’t realize I was ready to go straight.”

“Once a hero, always a hero,” Kim observed.

“Tell that to Shego,” Tiny retorted.

“Point taken,” Kim said. “Still, you know what I mean.”

“I guess so,” Tiny acknowledged. “Still, I needed a reminder of what was important to me.”

The door opened and Selma appeared. “Hi, Kim. Time to go, Tiny. The Board is ready to see you.”

“Well, here goes,” the older woman said as she rose to her feet.

“You’ll be great,” Kim said with confidence as she also got up. “Ron and I will be waiting for you at the front gate when the hearing’s over.”

Tiny chuckled. “Thanks for believing in me – and for being here for me. It means a lot.”

“No big,” Kim said brightly to her friend. “After all, you had my back when I was on the inside. Now I get to have yours.”

The End.