You guys know I don't own Kim Possible so no need to sue, my first fanfic and it's prob going to go on for a while if people like it. If not then ill discontinue and write other stories. Cheers and good luck with the upcoming story.

She opened the door gingerly, rum and coke in hand, about to verbally abuse the intruder. "Whatever you're selling I don't…Betty?". In front of the woman stood Betty Director, head of the worldwide espionage organization, aka Global Justice, "Kim Possible, GJ needs your…", she was cut off by the door as it slammed millimeters away from her face.

Kim Possible stood in the doorway for a few seconds, contemplating her next move. Should I ignore her? Or should I let her humor me? I can't believe that one eyed witch is asking for my help, after what she put me through? After what she asked me to do, after what I lost? Her thoughts were interrupted due to the faint knocking of the door. She took a sip of her drink in the hope that it would give her a confidence boost to withstand her next conversation and she opened the door.

"Kim Possible as I said GJ needs.." Kim cut her off a slight smirk on her face "Look Betty, unless you're here to jump in my bed in the next 5 seconds you and your cronies can go to hell". She looked behind Betty and saw two unfamiliar people standing behind the one eyed Director. The two were teenagers, probably no older than 17.

The female had fiery red hair and green eyes complemented with a blaze of freckles across her face; she clad black jeans and a green turtle neck, which cut off at her midriff, revealing a taught stomach. In her younger days, Kim Possible would have blushed at the sight of the teen; she was almost a mirror image of the former heroine, aside for the dress code. The teenagers face screamed innocence; Kim scoffed knowing that the teen had not been tainted by the hurtful nature of the world. The teenager gave Kim a knowing glance, her eyes glazed by her hero, her mentor and one of the reasons why she started her very own crime fighting gig. Isn't ignorance bliss? Kim asked to herself.

On the left was a timid male, with jet black hair and green eyes, his eyes shifted every few seconds as if he were trying to dodge someone's gaze. Like his female counterpart, he was wearing black jeans and a green turtleneck. He wasn't muscular, but he wasn't lanky either and although his body language was defying his attempt to look natural he stood solidly, ready to take on any surprises.

"I didn't know you GJ miscreants took on babysitting" Betty caught Kim's attention, a look of plea engorging her face "Kim this is a matter of national security..Please", The tired woman in front of Betty sighed and shifted backwards allowing her "guests" to enter her apartment. The apartment was not nice, cute, comfy or personalized, it was dry. No pictures stood and no colour uplifted the place, furniture was placed in an exact manner and was rarely disturbed. As soon as one walked into the apartment there was the living room, though not much living went on, most days Kim would sit on the couch drinking her rum and coke watching t.v and waiting for time to cease existing. Connected to the living room was the kitchen, it was small but managed to hold one of every utensil needed for the lone occupant. And on the far right was the bedroom, it was styled like her living room, cold and bitter.

Each party took a seat on the couch, except Kim who sat in an old armchair. Taking another sip from her drink Kim sighed again and looked up at one eyed doctor. "So, what's the stitch Betty?" Betty took several moments to choose her words carefully as she did not want to be thrown out of Kim's apartment. "Look Kim it's been ten years, how long are you going to act bitter against GJ? I admit that the last time we saw each other we left on bad terms and I understand that it was because of the mission I gave you, but for now can't we call it a truce? The world needs you again, just one last time".

Kim simply replied to the doctor's plea "No". Betty felt a tinge of anger rise within her but she kept her voice neutral "Kim how many times do I have to apologize, if I had known that it wasn't She…" But she was cut off by a slap to the face, Kim stood, breathing heavily and pointing her once delicate finger at the Director, teeth clenched, she spoke "Don't you dare say her name, you are not going to taint her name. I trusted GJ, I trusted you, I trusted everyone, except for her and now she's gone and she hates me because of it, that mission not only ruined my life, but it ruined hers as well, I cannot forgive that, so if you're going to try and guilt me into saving the world, you can forget it."

The director's hand stroked her now pulsing face as the two teenagers could only stare in mortification and questioning themselves what happened to that woman who used to captivate the world? "Kim, I know I deserved that slap and I know that you said that you never wanted to take on another mission again, but this one is important and I want you to specifically take this one on because I feel it's right up your alley" The one eye that Betty had, flickered masking the hope that Kim would take the bait.

Kim listened to the Directors words and let them sink in "Alright Betty, I'll bite, what can't the world with its incredible Global Justice agents fend off now?" "It's Drakken" Kim scoffed, "That Blue dolt? Betty you know as well as I do that Drakken couldn't plan a root in a brothel" The doctor looked Kim in the eyes, boring into her soul. "It's not Drakken we're majorly concerned about. Kim, Shego's back and she's asking for you."

I don't think that I'll write too much next time, I understand that it hurts to read a lot at the one time. Please R&R I won't continue if people don't like the story so far . Cheers and thanks again