Disclaimer: Kim Possible standard smart aleck I don't own disclaimer.

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Shego stretched her long lithe form in the bed. She didn't know what time it was, nor did she care. Today was her day off, and everything was on her time, and she was going to be as lazy as possible about it. Honestly, though, she deserved it.

Three continents, two fights with the 'princess', four pieces of machinery that weighed a total of four tons, and one destroyed lair later she was contemplating not even getting out of the bed. Truthfully, she knew that it was impossible to spend all day in bed, but she tried to convince herself. Her bladder on the other hand had a convincing argument as to a reason to get up, NOW!

Sighing as she finished taking care of Mother Nature's Scream, she sat down at the vanity in her room. She pulled out a stiff bristled brush and began to brush her hair. It was true that she didn't spend a lot of effort on make up because of her complexion, but her hair, oh how she loved her hair. And thinking back to that night in the rain, made her force the plasma glow away from the handle of the brush. Deep down she was glad that she asked… well, coerced Drakken to make some of her more personal items resistant to her powers. Slight flare-ups could cause her to be in a bad mood when they happened to mutilate some of her favorite things.

After finishing the long brushing of her hair, she stood and went to the closet. She pulled out a black sports bra and a pair of green running shorts. Sliding them on over her bare skin, she stretched and started to warm up for a short work out. This plan was interrupted by the soft beep of the intercom. Her sigh was audible enough to hear over the system. She made sure it was.

"Shego, I know that it is your day off, and I respect that, but I would like to speak to you for just a moment. You can have tomorrow off also," the surprisingly calm voice of her employer, Doctor Drakken, came through the hidden speakers, "If you could meet me in the study?"

A very puzzled look appeared on Shego's face. "Study, we have a study?"

"Yes," was the exasperated response. "Large room with comfy chairs, lots of books…"

"I know what a study is," growled the agitated woman. "I didn't know that we had one."

"Yes, just next to the gymnasium."

"Fine, I will be there shortly."

Shego contemplated changing, but decided to see what kind of response she could elicit from her employer. Maybe she could make him give her that raise for which she had been bucking. She smirked as she left her room.

Shego looked at the door to the left of the gym. Looking to her left and right she twisted the knob and opened it. Inside the walls were lined with bookshelves, filled with books of various sizes. Large leather chairs were placed around the room, each with a small table and lamp beside them. In the far corner, she could see Drakken in a chair, slouched in thought. "I thought that this was a janitor's closet," she said as she entered the room.

She could see the blue toned man shrug, "It was. I took out a wall, and had it redone. It's Senor Senior Senior's fault actually. He kept going on and on how one must have a study, 'It gives one a place to relax and reflect upon the day.' Anyway, I have been doing that."

Shego nodded and she approached him. She looked around at the shelves more closely. Classics Illustrated and Penguin Classics held prominence along with scientific books. She sighed, "I don't think he meant," she looked closely at the nearest book to her, "The Reader's Digest version of The Adventures of Huck Finn." She shook her head, "Is this what you wanted to talk to me about?"

"No, and the books here are only temporary. When time allows, I will be accumulating first additions. What I wanted to talk to you about is more along the lines of our business endeavors."

"Accumulating first editions, huh? You mean you will have me steal them for you."

Drakken shrugged noncommittally again, "Why argue the semantics when the result is still the same." He paused and stood up, hands behind his back as it looked that he pondered the shelves. Shego shook her head; she knew that this was not a good sign. Drakken probably has another bout of insomnia and had been thinking about things all night again. "Have you ever heard of the Evil Overlord's list, Shego? One of the boards had someone post it. They posted it as a joke, and everyone had a good laugh at it, well almost everyone."

"Let me guess, it got you thinking."

"Quite right, Shego, quite right," there was a pause. Drakken turned around and looked at Shego. "Tell me, why do we do this?"

Shego was about to make a smart assed comment to him like usual, but then she caught herself. It was a valid question, the voice in her head commented. "Well, to take over the world. That is what you are always saying."

Drakken nodded his head, "Yes, but why? That is what, but not why. A deep down need to prove my worth perhaps, or maybe a deep desire to punish those that I have perceived a slight from, I have thought both of those through. While each is a factor, neither would require me to take over the world. Do you realize the amount of bureaucracy that it would take just to administrate? By the time anything got to me, it would have been decided for my rubber stamp. I do believe that I have not been thinking things totally through, just as you have told me multiple times."

Shego slid into the nearest chair at the revelation. "You just said that I was right… That I was right about you being wrong." Shego cocked her head up at her boss, "What brought this on?"

"Too many defeats and too much time for introspection I think. I would like for things to change, more victories instead of defeats. First, thing is that we will need to change how things work around here. Yes, I think that it is time to shake things up. I want to start with you. It is time that I start treating you like what you are."

Shego the noticed the intense stare that he was giving her. It locked onto her eyes, and she couldn't look away. She couldn't move except to slightly cover her exposed flesh. "So what do you say, partner?"