The Green of Home

by Robert Teague

This story is written solely for the entertainment of Kim Possible fans, and no copyright infringement is intended. This story may be reproduced, provided no changes are made, and you let me know.

Author's Note:

This story is the long-promised sequel to "In a Blaze of Green Glory", "Unexpected Gift", and "Legacy in Green and Black". And mustn't forget the side story "Getting Together". It's suggested you read those first, or some of this won't make sense.

Chapter 1 Stopping the Snow

Although she seemed calm and cool on the outside, Kim Possible was enraged beyond all understanding. Her twin brothers Jim and Tim, now fourteen and in the ninth grade, had told her that cocaine had appeared on the campus of their middle school. Drugs around her brothers was something she could not tolerate.

When the pushers had been identified and arrested, it had taken all of Ron's ability to calm Kim down and prevent her from doing something permanent to them.

Subsequent investigation had identified Denver as the source of the drug, which is why the five members of Team Possible found themselves with local law enforcement and drug authorities surrounding a supposedly vacant warehouse located in a seedy neighborhood.

Yori had gone in to investigate, and Kim was trying to be patient until she reported back. It had been twenty minutes, which seemed more like a couple of hours to her.

"Okashira," said an accented female voice in her ear.

"This is Kim. Go, Yori," she replied.

"I count twenty-seven people inside, and many are heavily armed. Three are in an office, seven in the laboratory, three at the back loading dock, and the remaining fourteen are in a room used as a lounge.

Judging by what I have overheard, everyone who works here is in the building because of a large shipment that is due to leave tonight," said the ninja.

"Understood. Are you safe?" asked Kim.

"Hai. I am in the rafters near the back of the building. The occupants are between me and you. I will prevent any from escaping this way," she answered.

"How do you recommend we handle this?" asked Kim.

"Come in through the double door at the front, and use speed to capture them. There is a large wooden bar blocking the door, however," she answered.

Kim glanced at the Lotus Blade at Ron's back. "I don't think that will be a problem. Stand by," she said.

"Hai, Okashira," said Yori, and the radio went silent.

Kim turned to the officer in charge, a Captain Nichols. "You heard?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied, "You sure your team can handle this?" As he spoke, other officers were handing the members of Team Possible plastic restraints.

"Yes, sir. These people were selling their filth at my brother's school, and that makes this way personal. And we have advantages they don't know about," she answered.

"I'd guess the ninja you have in place is one," he said, "What others?"

"We have special boots that allow us to move at super speed," she answered, "And I have this." She held up her right hand, and green flames with black highlights burst out around it, to the surprise of the officers nearby.

Capt. Nichols gulped and took a step back. "I see. That's that woman Shego's power, isn't it?"

"That's right," she said, nodding and letting the flames die. She turned to the others. "Are we ready?"

Ron Stoppable, Bonnie Rockwaller, and Tara Matthews nodded, putting the restraints in a pouch of their utility belts. They were all wearing their battle suits. No messing around with these criminals. Kim wanted them taken down intact, if at all possible.

The four young people walked quietly up to the double door Yori had indicated. A push against it confirmed it was blocked.

Ron pulled the Lotus Blade, raised it over his head, and brought it down hard. It slipped perfectly into the crack between the doors, and sliced the bar neatly in two.

Kim ignited her hands, waved the others back a bit, and gave the doors a sharp kick. They flew back, slamming against the walls.

The men inside turned at the sudden noise, and what they saw astonished them. The dark outline of a female with green flames around her hands, and her eyes the same color was standing in the door.

"What the heck is that?" asked one of the men.

"It's one'a those CeCe robots! Blast it!" said another, raising his weapon.

The apparition disappeared suddenly, and they caught a glimpse of three more shadows as they came in.

Within fifteen seconds it was over. All twenty-seven of the criminals found themselves sitting on the floor of the lounge room, bereft of weapons and their hands strapped behind them.

"Is that, like, it?" asked Bonnie.

"Seems to be," answered Ron, "And without anyone getting hurt."

Astonished, the criminals looked up to see four people standing over them, all wearing white skintight suits and glaring at them fit to kill.

After a bit of struggle, they realized escape was impossible, and settled down. One man leaned over to another. "Where's Joey?" he asked.

"Shhh..." said the other man.

As it happened, 'Joey' had spent the last twenty minutes in the dingy bathroom, being sick and vowing never to eat another fish sandwich as long as he lived.

He was now feeling much better, and was washing his hands when he heard muffled shouting that suddenly cut off. Instantly alert, he pulled his pistol and checked it. Then he quietly opened the door and crept down the corridor toward where he heard strange voices.

Peeking out cautiously into the lounge, he saw what appeared to be everybody captured and sitting on the floor. Their captors were four people in odd clothes. One of them, a woman, had auburn hair.

Joey kept up with the news, and recognized these people as Team Possible, wearing those battle suits. And there was Kim Possible herself, standing there with her back to him. What an opportunity! Kill her and his reputation was made! He would be famous around the world!

He held up his weapon and aimed it carefully at the back of her head. She was dead now!

There was an odd 'whit!' sound, and Joey screamed and dropped his pistol. Sticking out of the back of his hand was a piece of metal! Through the surprise and pain he recognized it as a shiriken.

Almost instantly he was grabbed by two women, one with brown hair and the other blond. They shoved him into the room with the other prisoners where a guy grabbed him and made him sit down. Then he put one of the restraints on Joey, but in front of him so it would be easier to get the shiriken out.

Joey looked up from his painfully bleeding hand to see a female form in a black suit drop from the ceiling.

"Thanks, Yori," said Kim. "Tara, go get the police, and ask them to send in a paramedic."

"Okay, Kim," said the blond, and left the room.

Kim looked at Joey. "Nice try," she said.

Joey could only stare and clutch his wounded hand.

Sometime later, Joey's hand had been attended to and the drug makers taken away. The warehouse had been taped off, and forensics people were inside, checking things out.

"Great work, Team Possible!" said Captain Nichols.

"No big," replied Kim, "We're happy to help."

Bonnie rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything.

"Well," continued the captain, "Since you drove from Middleton, and it's a five hour drive, and it's eleven P.M., I would like to offer you rooms for the night, courtesy of Denver's Finest."

Kim glanced at her teammates. The adrenalin surge had worn off, and they were all tired.

"We'll be happy to accept, Captain!" she replied.