Unfinished Tales are exactly that, stories which need more done to them which I recognize I'm unlikely to do. Scenes from the Best Enemies Series are 'complete' in the sense this is all there is, but they don't have enough of a narrative structure for me to really call them stories - so they are scenes/cookies.

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

NoDrogs created Kasy and Sheki. They have a different origin in the BEU and it's my take on their character.

The Chance of a Ghost

"Sheki. Sheki. Please wake up."

The three year old awoke to see the lady in white standing by her bed. "Wha?" the little girl mumbled, still half asleep.

"You need to help me, they'll take me away."

"Take you away?"

"If they bury me I'll be gone. I'm certain of it. Please help me."

"How can I help you?"

"You must make sure they don't take all of me away." The girl still didn't appear to understand. "The skeleton they found in the basement I—"

"Skeleton?"

"The bones they found. Those were my bones, my skeleton. If they take them away I won't be here any more. You need to take some of my bones."

"Won't they look for them?"

"You don't need to take the whole skeleton. Please. Help me. Come to the basement with me."

"Mommy and Eemah said I shouldn't go to the basement."

"I need your help. Please."

Sheki didn't like to disobey her parents, and knew she would be in trouble if discovered, but she crawled out of bed and put on her slippers. The white lady and child went downstairs from the second floor and through the kitchen. The door to the basement was propped open, with strips of yellow plastic taped at the opening which read "Crime Scene Do Not Enter." The little girl found a flashlight in a kitchen drawer and turned it on as she ducked between strips of plastic and walked down the stairs. Helen, of course, simply glided through the yellow plastic.

"Do you like being a ghost?" Sheki whispered as they went down the stairs.

"I didn't know I was a ghost for a long time," Helen told her. "I wondered why the world seemed so strange, why the house was changing and who the different people were who were trespassing, I—"

"Dress-passing?"

"Trespassing. It means being somewhere you are not supposed to be. When-"

"Am I dress-passing? Mommy and Eemah said I shouldn't go down here, not until the police were all done."

"You are not trespassing. This is your home, so you belong here."

The two had reached the basement and were now in front of a masonry structure that had, in part, served as a central support column for the large house. A bricked-in rectangle on one side had suggested it was hollow and Shego thought it would make an excellent location for a panic room. She had guessed it served as a wine cellar or liquor vault and had been closed up for Prohibition. Earlier in the day, when the construction crew had broken through the old entrance, they discovered the skeleton and the police were called. It had been late in the day by the time the bricks were carefully removed and the police put up the yellow tape and left the house, warning Kim and Shego to do nothing to disturb the crime scene. Given the fact it appeared to be the coldest case any of the detectives had ever encountered they felt no rush to continue the investigation through the night.

The little girl shuddered slightly in the vast, dark basement as the flashlight illuminated the bones. "That's you?" she asked her companion.

"It was. Don't be afraid."

"You want to be a ghost?"

"I am not certain I have a choice. I hated the way things changed around me. It was very frustrating. Now that I can talk with you and that little oriental girl, I have a better understanding of who I am. The world seems so very different now from when I was alive. I am curious. I would like to stay here and see more of it, but if they bury me I know I will be gone."

"There are a lot of bones. Where can I hide you?"

"You don't need them all, just a little part of me needs to stay here… Maybe a finger."

Sheki cautiously slipped through the police barrier and knelt on the floor, focusing her light on the bones of the left hand. "You had a ring."

"It was a… It was very special to me. Tell your mothers I said you should have it."

"Can I have it now?"

"No, you should leave it for now. Take my little finger."

The small girl gingerly picked up the three bones and the pair retreated through the tape at the entrance of the future panic room and the top of the basement stairs. Unsure what to do with the bones Sheki wrapped them in two tissues and hid them in the bottom drawer of her dresser.


"I'm guessing it was a broken neck," the officer in charge of the investigation told Kim and Shego the next day as the forensics team finished their work. "Won't be official until the medical examiner writes his report."

"Our daughter says she talks with a ghost who claims to be Helen Kringle," Kim told him.

The officer shrugged, "We don't take testimony from ghosts, but we checked. Helen Kringle went missing about nineteen-twenty-two."

"Sheki, the kid who talks with ghosts," Shego added, "says there was some kind of ring the ghost wanted her to have."

"There were three or four pieces of jewelry. Since you own the house you'll probably get them when we're done."

"What will be done with the body, if it is Helen," Kim began. "I guess I should ask even if it's not Helen Kringle?"

"We had a guy run the Kringle angle. There's a family crypt in the cemetery with a spot for Helen. County takes care of it if she remains unidentified.

"I think we should see there is a proper burial," Kim told Shego.

"We only bought the house, any bodies aren't our responsibility," Shego countered.

"I'm not talking legal, I'm talking moral responsibility," the redhead responded. "I hope law school is not removing all your sense of morality."

"I didn't have much of one to begin with," Shego grumbled. "Fine. We'll make sure there is a proper burial. At least if it's Helen we don't have to buy a plot." She turned back to the officer, "Any idea when the medical examiner will be done?"

He shrugged, "Days? Weeks? I'm guessing DNA testing will be the end of it. That'll say if this was Helen or not."

"You mentioned jewelry," Kim said, "which seems to rule out robbery as a motive. Can you tell us anything else about the crime?"

"Not in an ongoing investigation."

"Get real," Shego snorted. "There is no way you're solving this. C'mon, anything else odd about the body or scene?"

"Well, whoever walled up the old wine cellar had to know the body was there, and it was most likely family. You could figure that out yourselves. Only nine fingers on the skeleton. Don't have anything that mentions Helen Kringle missing a finger - it's not on the old missing person report. Could have been carried off by a rat or mice so she might have had ten originally. Nothing to suggest it was cut off at the time of her death."

"We had a project going on down there," Shego reminded him. "Can we let the contractor get back to work or not?"

"We've got everything we need," he assured her. "Go ahead with your plans."

Sheki watched from the window as the men and women from the police department packed their equipment into vans and pulled out of the drive. If she were a little older she would have described her feeling as that of guilt for disobeying her mothers.

"It was okay to take the bones?" she asked for the tenth time that morning.

"It was my finger," the young woman in white standing beside her answered. "And I asked you to. That makes it permissible."

"Per… Permiss…"

"It means it was right for you to take them. Thank you. I don't know what would happen if I received proper burial. The minister used to talk a great deal about heaven and hell, but I don't believe I am ready for either right now."