A/N: Well, I told you all I would be back. And, well, here I am. It's been some time, but I needed a break. I had my break, and I've had my fun. So, I'm back. I just started this, so it's a bit rough, and my updates won't be as frequent as my other two Kigo stories. But, it will be worth it. Trust me.
Read, Review, Enjoy.
p.s. for some reason, the doc uploader thingy is being a fucker, and not letting me edit right. So, the paragraphs aren't separated by the tab-thingy. I'm sorry. I tried.
Kim wanted to give up.
After so many years of going on missions and saving the world, all she wanted was something different. Something that didn't involve being pushed through the ranks of Global Justice. Something that didn't involve her being in Middleton in one minute, and Cairo the next. She wanted to settle down; maybe raise a family, or get some kind of teaching job like she always wanted to do.
However, she knew that that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. GJ was always on her back, trying to get her to join. Random farmers were still getting their cattle stolen by Monkey Fist. The world just wasn't ready for her to give up saving it.
She hated it.
She had decided that she would cut down on her missions, and in that aspect, she had succeeded, at least somewhat. She had limited the amount of missions she went on to four missions a week, and she would only take the ones that she felt she needed to go on. This didn't make a lot of people happy, but she just didn't care anymore. It was her life, and they just had to deal with the decisions that she made.
And thus, it was that time of the week again. New missions were on the table, and Wade was calling for her to pick the ones she would go on.
Kim sighed, looking at the various missions that Wade had popped up on the computer screen"There's nothing here Wade."
Wade stared at her, confused. "What do you mean, there's nothing there? I was sure that I linked you to it..." He started typing away furiously on his keyboard, worried that Kim couldn't see the many missions he could see.
"I can see them fine, Wade. I meant that there isn't anything here worth bothering with."
Wade paused mid-keystroke. "What about that one from Dr. Director?"
"You mean the one where she begs me to join GJ again? I don't think so."
"Don't you think you should at least consider it? I mean...it would pay well..."
Kim glared at him. "You know how I feel about GJ Wade. I'm not about to work for them."
He held up his hands, and shook his head. "Fine, fine. Moving on...what about this one from the government of Mexico?"
Wade nodded. "Yeah..."
He sighed, somewhat irritated. "You're right about the other ones, they just aren't worth it...so, does this mean you're not going on any missions this week?"
She shrugged. "Guess not. Fine with me."
Wade rolled his eyes. "You know..." He paused when he heard one of his monitors beep. "Wait one sec Kim, there's a new mission coming in..."
She sighed, sitting back in her chair. "What is it now, Wade? Rampaging sheep? Burning forest?"
He hesitated. "Uhm...actually, I have no idea what this is."
She looked at him, confused. "What?"
"Here, look. You'll see what I mean." He popped up the message on the screen.
She leaned in closer so she could read the words on the monitor.
I need your help. I can't say why, and I can't even say who I am, but I need you to help me. Please. It's a matter of life or death, and there's no one else that I can go to.
If you decide to help me out, meet me at the location written at the bottom of this message. If not...well, then that's your decision. I won't hold it against you. If you decide to answer this, be at the location before midnight tonight. I can't wait any longer than that.
26° North, 70° West
Kim finished reading, then looked up at Wade. "Where do the coordinates point to?"
Wade typed them into his computer, and waited a second. "Uhm..."
"The Bermuda Triangle."
Kim sat back in her chair,thinking. "What do you think?"
"I don't know Kim...it seems really shady, don't you think?"
"Of course it does...but...there's something about it that I can't put my finger on..."
Wade raised an eyebrow. "Are you actually considering it?"
She nodded. "Yeah...I am." She stood up, looking at her clock. "8:30...can you get me there in time, Wade?"
"Maybe...if you hurry. I can have a plane waiting at Middleton airport in ten minutes."
She looked at the monitor. "Yeah?"
"Be careful out there. I...don't want you to get hurt."
She smiled softly. "Don't worry, Wade. I'll be fine." She picked up her gun off of the computer desk, waving it in front of the webcam. "See? I can protect myself."
He rolled his eyes. "Fine...just don't do anything that I wouldn't do."
She laughed. "That kind of limits everything I do, Wade..."
He laughed too. "I know...okay. Get going, Kim. Keep my updated."
"Will do." She leaned over, signing off of her computer.
She grabbed her mission gear, sliding her gun into its holster on her belt. She hated using it, but after almost being decapitated by a shotgun blast on one of her missions, she decided that she couldn't be too careful.
After she was sure she had everything, she walked down her stairs, and outside to her car. A minute later, she was on her way to the airport.
"Hey Blaze, how much further?" Kim yelled to the pilot, trying to make herself be heard above the roar of the engine.
Blaze turned around in his seat, looking back at the young woman. "Five minutes, Kim! But, are you sure that this is where you want to be going? I mean...it is the Bermuda Triangle!"
"Yeah, I'm sure! There's a restaurant out here. It's safe. Don't worry!"
"Whatever you say Kim! Do you want me to land, or are you jumping?"
Kim paused, considering it. "I'll jump, Blaze!"
"Okay then! Get ready! We're passing over the location that you gave me!"
Kim grabbed her parachute, strapping it to herself. "Just tell me when!"
She opened the door on the side of the plane, and looked out below. She could see lights shining through the clouds, and knew she was at the right place. "Thanks Blaze!"
"Anytime Kim! Now get out of here before you miss your chance!"
She nodded, strapping her helmet on. She took a deep breath, then propelled herself out of the open door, feeling the wind whip against her face.
She closed her eyes for a second, enjoying the act of free-falling. She only let herself enjoy it for a moment though, since she knew that she was getting close to the ground.
She grabbed the rip-cord, pulling it. The parachute opened behind her, slowing her fall. She grabbed the cords, and looked down. Only a few more yards...
She hit the sand softly, on her feet for once. She unstrapped the parachute from her torso, letting it fall to the sand, then did the same with the helmet. She shook out her hair, softly combing through it with her fingers.
After she was done, she looked at her watch. 11:57. Good. She was on time. Now where did she have to go?
She looked up at the lights ahead, knowing that the Bermuda Triangle was right up the dunes. She couldn't think of anywhere else to go, so she started to head in that direction, wondering what awaited her when she got there.
11:59. She was standing outside the restaurant, watching the neon ship sink to the bottom of the neon ocean. Tacky. So very tacky.
"Excuse me? Madam?"
She turned her attention towards the voice she heard. "Yes?"
A young man stood at the door, an apron around his waist. "Are you Kim Possible?"
She nodded. "I am."
"Please, Ms. Possible, come with me."
She walked up to him, then hesitated. "You're not who I'm meeting, are you?"
He shook his head. "No, madam. That person is waiting inside for you. Now, if you will please follow me..." He paused, stopping in place. "Oh! And welcome to the Bermuda Triangle." With that, he started walking again, leading the somewhat confused heroine inside the restaurant.
The inside of the Bermuda Triangle was exactly as she remembered it. The tables were full of rich, snobbish people, and the live entertainment was fairly promiscuous. She scanned the room, wondering which of the dozens of patrons was her mystery caller.
"Ms. Possible, this way please!"
She followed the man, looking around as she went. She felt people staring at her, and she really couldn't blame them. The Bermuda Triangle was a well-known villain retreat, and Kim didn't exactly have a good reputation with many of the people there. She pushed her coat aside a bit, letting the butt of her handgun show. The stares disappeared just as soon as they began.
"Here we are, Ms. Possible. I hope you enjoy your stay with us." The man started to walk away, but Kim grabbed his sleeve.
She pointed at the booth. "There's no one here."
He shrugged. "I'm sure that they will be back. Now, I really must be going, Ms. Possible. I have other duties to attend to." He pulled himself from her grasp, and walked away.
She sighed softly, looking at the empty booth in front of her. Was she too late? Did she miss the person? She sat down, sliding to the end of the booth. She looked at her watch. 12:02.
"Can I get you anything?"
Kim looked up to see a waiter standing at the base of the table. "Uhm...yeah, sure. Long Island Iced Tea."
"I will get that for you right away, ma'am." The waiter walked away, leaving Kim alone once more.
A minute or so later, her drink was in front of her, and she was sipping it in silence. She could taste the alcohol, and smiled softly. It tasted rather good. It had been a while since she had had a drink.
"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?"
She looked up quickly. A person was standing next to her table, wearing jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. Kim couldn't see their face.
"Uhm...no, actually. I turned twenty-three a few months ago."
"Huh...sure grew up fast." The person slid into the booth, still making sure that their face was covered. "It's sad, really."
"What is?" Kim asked, taking another sip of her drink.
The person laughed. "Nevermind."
Kim sat back, leaning against the backboard. "So, I suppose you are the one who sent me that message?"
The person nodded. "Yes, I am. I'm surprised you responded."
"Well, I had nothing better to do, and I was intrigued." She raised her eyebrows. "Now, may I ask who you are?"
"Not quite yet. First, I need to know some things."
The person hesitated. "You help people, right?"
"Does it matter who you help?"
"Depends on what I'm helping them with..."
"If it was to save the life of someone they loved, would it matter?"
"I...no. It wouldn't."
"Good. That helps."
"So, who are you?"
"Before I answer that, I need you to promise me something."
"I need you to promise that you won't leave. That you'll let me explain before you make your decision."
Kim hesitated, wondering what she might be getting herself into. "I...I promise"
"Okay." The person brought their hands up to the hood, and lowered it slowly.
Kim's eyes went wide as she saw who was sitting across from her. "Huh. Well...I wasn't expecting you."
"Obviously." Shego replied, staring at the heroine. "Hey Princess."
"Hello...Shego." Kim put her hand on her gun. "What's this all about?"
Shego cast her eyes down, seeing the gun. "No need for that, Kimmie. I'm not planning on hurting you."
"Then what do you want?"
"I need your help."
Shego sighed, leaning forward. "My brother was kidnapped."
"Kidnapped? Which one?"
"You know him as Wego. Well...one of them."
"Why haven't you gone to the authorities?"
"Because, for one, I'm not exactly very popular with most federal and international agencies. Also, my brothers won't go to them because, well, they kind of are the authorities..."
Kim sat back, looking at Shego. "Who took him?"
"I'm not sure."
"Why was he taken?"
"I don't know."
"Why do you need my help?"
Shego sighed softly. "Because, I can't find him. I've been trying for days, Kim. My brothers have tried too, but they are too preoccupied with themselves. You have resources that I don't, and honestly, you're the only person who can keep up with me. You're smart Kim, and you've dealt with shit like this before. I haven't."
Kim thought for a few moments. "How do I know that this isn't just some kind of trick? How do I know that you're not just trying to trap me?"
Shego stared at her. "If I was trying to do that, I'd have you gagged and bound in my jet already." She leaned forward, frowning. "I'm not making this up Kim. I need your help, but if you won't, I understand. I've done nothing to make you think that I'm telling the truth, and there is no reason that you should trust me. But, I am telling the truth Kim."
Kim stared at her, trying to get a read on what she was thinking. "Do you promise that this isn't a trick?"
"Yes. I do."
"Fine. I'll help you."
Shego's eyes went wide. "You will?"
"Of course I will. Why wouldn't I?"
"Uh...because I'm wanted in every country on the Earth?"
"I don't care. And for the record, you're not wanted in Mexico, so it isn't every country."
Shego laughed softly, shaking her head. "I'm not even going there."
"Now what? I guess we leave. That okay with you, Princess?"
Kim nodded. "Yeah...I guess." She finished her drink, and slid out of the booth. "After you."
Shego slid out, grabbing Kim's hand on the way. "Kim..."
"Thank you." She started to walk away, leaving a somewhat confused and bewildered Kim in her wake.
"So...this is your plane, huh?"
They were standing outside of the Bermuda Triangle, on the landing pad that resided behind the restaurant. Kim stared up at the jet, noting the green and black color, as well as realizing how expensive a plane of that kind must be.
Shego walked up to the cockpit, opening the door. "Yeah, it's mine. It's getting old, but it still runs beautifully." She motioned to the other side of the cockpit. "Are you gonna get in anytime soon, or are you just going to stare at the plane for another hour or so?"
Kim blushed, and walked over to the other side of the plane, opening the passenger door. "Sorry. I'm just impressed."
"Well, working for an evil mastermind has its perks. This is one of them." Shego pulled herself through the door, and into the pilot's seat. Kim climbed up, and sat in the passengers seat.
"So...where to?" Kim asked, strapping herself into the seat.
Shego strapped herself in as well, pulling on the straps to make sure they were snapped in. "Home." She started the plane, the engine sparking to life.
"Which is where?"
"Someplace where people can't find me." Shego responded, starting to move the plane forward. She took a deep breath, clenching the steering device tightly.
Once they were off of the landing pad, she typed in some coordinates into the computer next to the steering device, and then pressed the autopilot button. She sat back, letting go of the device. "We're good to go."
Kim stared out the window, watching the clouds beneath them whip by. "You're not going to tell me where we're actually going, are you?"
Shego shook her head. "Nope. Just in case you suddenly decide that this isn't something you want to do and decide to leave. I don't need GJ finding out my whereabouts."
Kim glared at her, gripping her armrest. "I would never tell Global Justice anything."
Shego glanced over at her, surprised. "Why ever not? I thought you were their golden girl."
"No. And I never will be."
Shego raised an eyebrow, looking at the young heroine. "Why?"
Kim looked away from her, out the window once more. "Dr. Director and I have different views on the term...justice. I don't agree with a lot of the things they do. Lots of moral and ethical differences. Stuff like that."
Shego nodded. "I see...but, why wouldn't you tell them my location?"
Kim didn't turn. "Because, I don't see a reason to. You haven't caused much trouble for the past year or so, and honestly, I don't think they need to know."
"Huh...well, thanks." Shego turned to look out of the window on her side. "I'm still not telling you, though. Sorry."
"Whatever..." Kim muttered, crossing her arms. "Are we going to be there soon?"
Shego shook her head. "It'll be another hour at least."
"Then I'm taking a nap. I haven't slept for over a day, and I'm tired." she shut her eyes, curling in on herself. "Wake me when we get there."
Shego nodded. "Okay. Night Kimmie."
Kim was already asleep. Shego saw that, and sighed softly. "I just hope you realize what you could be getting into."