When Kim informed Shego, the green girl merely shrugged as she poked at the bacon frying in one pan. "Strange choice, but I guess the Seniors are in your wheelhouse. Do you think Bonniebell's really kidnapped? It's not like Junior hasn't faked it before."

"That's the way I'm leaning," the teen hero responded. "Mrs. Rockwaller says Bonnie's been kidnapped, but there's been no ransom video; and we both know the Seniors love their ransom videos. Junior's probably just whisked his girlfriend off on some exotic getaway or something."

That got Shego's attention. "Wait, what? Girlfriend?"

"Yeah. Bonnie happened to be with us when we tried to rescue a computer programmer from Junior, but it turned out he'd employed the guy to scan the world for his perfect woman. And we'd brought her straight to him. They're both shallow, selfish, insensitive... people. Perfect match."

"Huh." the green girl flipped the eggs in the other pan. "I just figured, a brat like her, held 'captive' by the Seniors... she's probably working on her tan with Junior by the pool, or something."

"My thoughts exactly," Kim agreed. "So, you gonna be my ride?"

"My jet only seats one, princess," Shego said as she transferred breakfast to a pair of plates, "And I don't do transatlantic in the Lear. I'm sure as hell not flying your plum-mobile for you, either."

"Drakken's hovercraft?" the redhead suggested, picking up her cutlery as her girlfriend placed a plate before her.

"Slower than a boeing, but you're missing my point. I refuse to pilot an aircraft for such a long flight, it's boring."

"You could always hire a pilot for the learjet. Legally."

Shego snorted as she dipped a piece of bacon into the yolk of a fried egg. "Not likely."

Kim sighed. "Fine, be lazy. After saving the world from alien invasion a couple of weeks ago, I'm sure Wade can organise a ride for us. It'll be like old times."

"As long as it's not Nakasumi, I guess," the former villainess muttered, then grimaced. "Or Smarty."

"I guess both would be awkward. Any preference?"

"I dunno who owes you a ride, Kimmie... but if we're talkin' millionaires with personal jets? M.C. Honey. Wouldja believe Dr. D actually met her, and never got me her autograph?"

Kim only smirked in response.

Shego blinked, stared, then whispered, "No way."

"No freaking way!" Shego exclaimed. "What did Kim do for you?"

"Got back my stolen demo tape, is what she did!" M.C. Honey said, wrapping an arm around the teenager and squeezing. "My career might never've taken off, if not for this girl!"

"What, like you only had one shot?"

"The music industry's oversaturated, same as any other celebrity biz. Gettin' your foot in the door is the hardest part. The right people in the right place and time, listenin' to my tape? That's like the stars comin' into alignment once every million years, you feel me?"

"I feel ya," Shego said, still somewhat in a daze due to who she was conversing with.

"Maybe we should find our seats for take-off?" Kim suggested, obviously amused by her girlfriend's state of mind."

"Wherever you like, ladies. Yo, Stan! Tell the 'pit it's time to soar."

"You got it," one of Honey's posse answered as he headed for the cockpit.

By the time the jet was at cruising speed, Shego had calmed down enough to bring up their mode of transportation, and ended up in an enthusiastic conversation with the member of the posse that had chosen the make, model and interior design. It gave Honey the opportunity to talk somewhat more privately with Kim. "So, that's your new boo."

The teen hero grinned. "Yeah."

"And your blondieboy?"

"He's good. Doing his own thing after his part in the world-save-age. I think he's finally coming into his own."

"Well then, good for him," the rapper said, then shook her head. "Gotta admit, K... when the news broke, I was surprised as anyone. Not the girl thing, but that girl? Never woulda guessed."

"You know about Shego?"

"Had my people look into that brainless blue foo' after he tried to push his shampoo on me. Mad scientist with a sidekick that can go toe to toe with you?" Honey chuckled. "Sounds like a case of opposites attractin' to me. But her boss... what the hell was his deal? Askin' a black mama jama to plug a product with 'obey' on the label? He ain't just mad, he crazy."

"Yeah, that probably never occurred to him. He's never been good with current social and cultural issues; I think part of his plans to take over the world involved making them non-issues. Shego mentioned something about obedience collars..."

"I'm doubt that's better," Honey opined, "But I wouldn't mind seein' a trial run in, say, Georgia. Or Mississippi. Heck, I might even pay to see that..."

Kim's eyes widened at the implications. " Please don't. The guys we're going to right now? It was Ron who inspired them to take up villainy as a hobby, and if I end up inspiring you the same way, I'll never be able to live it down."

The rapper laughed. "Just for you, K, I'll be good," she said. Then she laughed again at the redhead's sincere sigh of relief.

"So," Kim told Shego as they donned their parachutes, "We'll drop down to the beach, then Wade helps you clear the way to the wall while I hobble along behind y-"

"Wait. Are we infiltrating, or just visiting?"

"Huh?"

The former villainess sighed. "I think parachuting straight into the pool would be better for you than landing on the sand, cupcake. Even if I don't catch you first."

"But... the lair defenses..."

"Are specifically designed to counter ground infiltration. If we come in directly over the villa, we'll be fine."

"...Why?"

"Supervillain courtesy?" Shego shrugged. "You know what the Seniors are like, they expect you to try and sneak in. Shooting us out of the sky wouldn't be sporting."

"Wish I'd known that a coupla years ago," the teen hero grumbled. "You want us to land in the pool, in these outfits?"

"It's the Seniors, it'll be fine."

"Yo, Shego."

The green girl turned to find M.C. Honey presenting her with a CD... with a signature on the blank area of the album cover. "Is that..."

"My charity Med Tour album. Kim may have mentioned the opportunity your blue boss missed."

"Wow, thank you so... former boss, by the way."

"Can't blame ya." Honey turned to Kim. "We're at jumpin' speed an' altitude, and the pilot says it's best to go after we pass the island, cuz of the wind. You good?"

Kim smiled. "We're great. Thanks again."

"Ain't no thing, K. Have fun... and if you find the time for the Gibraltar show, let me know."

Honey went to a seat and belted herself in, along with the rest of her posse save Stan, who was tied near the door. When the time came, he opened it, and Shego surprised Kim by wrapping an arm around her waist and dropping them both out of the aircraft. The redhead's yell of surprise was quite amusing.

One they were falling, the former villainess rearranged them so that they were holding hands until Kim had adjusted to the extra weight on her leg. Once she had found her new equilibrium, Shego blew her a kiss and dove. The teen hero had to resist the urge to follow, knowing the attempt would only throw her off again; and, well, just because she could do anything did not mean it was prudent to do so. Besides, the view was half the fun, especially with her girlfriend in it.

Will the CD be okay in the pool? she wondered. Where did she even put it?

Shego twisted with the wind, never losing sight of her target, waiting as long as she could before deploying her parachute. Once it slowed her fall, she focused on her landing site, and spied one female figure lounging on the east side of the pool to catch the evening sun. She smirked as a plan came to mind.

Kim had deployed her own parachute and was watching as the green girl used the air currents to manouver herself around, then drop from her harness. She caught a hint of the yell, "Cannonball!" and saw the figure by the pool jerk up in surprise, only to get splashed by Shego's curled form entering the pool... and then the discarded parachute landed on them.

It was probably just her imagination, but the redhead could swear she could hear Bonnie's indignation from her current vatnage point.

Shego resurfaced, tracked Kim's trajectory, and swam to the middle of the pool, because of course she would target the bullseye for her landing spot. The heroine coasted over the villa proper, tugged the steering lines to kill most of her momentum, and let her wounded leg drag in the water, the parachute and her momentum landing her in Shego's waiting arms.

"Hey, gorgeous."

"Hey, beautiful," the former villainess responded, before releasing the other girl's harness.

"Oh," a third voice interrupted. They both turned to see the junior Senior, in speedos and sunglasses, with an iced beverage in each hand. "Hello, ladies. I guess I should have made more drinks."

"If you don't mind," Shego immediately answered.

"Will someone get me out of this!" Bonnie cried from under the first parachute, her arms trying to windmill through the fabric.

"I'm coming, Bonbon!" Junior took a step in her direction, looked down at his occupied hands, then to Shego. The former villainess released Kim, dove over to his edge of the pool and took the drinks so he could rush to the aid of his girlfriend.

As Kim joined Shego at the edge of the pool and took the drink offered to her, she asked, "Where's the CD, by the way?"

The green girl tapped her chest. "Same place I kept Akari's disk on robot ticks. Got an insulated pocket that's just the right size."

"Our first encounter," the teen hero recalled with a smile. "But I don't remember a pocket there, in the suit I wore when Drakken chipped us."

"Yeah, well... that was an earlier version. From when I was your age."

"Aah, that's why it wasn't as loose across the chest as I expected."

Shego leaned against the edge of the pool, her elbows on the overhanging lip of stone, her bosom facing the teenager. "Why d'you think I told you, the longer it takes to fill out, the better?"

Kim eased herself closer to have an arm wrapped around her waist and her lips smooched before they both turned to watch Junior wave the parachute like a bedsheet, with glimpses of Bonnie ducking underneath as she tried to navigate the folds to the edge.

A new pair of footsteps approached from the villa, this time accompanied by the occasional tap of a cane. Shego twisted her neck to verify the source before saying, "Hey, pops. Hope you don't mind us dropping in."

"Shego," Senhor Senior Senior responded suspiciously, then saw the redhead beside her. "And Kim Possible," he continued in a far more favourable tone. "So, the stories are true."

"Stories?" the heroine parroted.

"The villainous community is abuzz regarding your developing relationship, including concerns that Shego will return to her original vocation," at which point the old man snickered at the former villainess, "Which I find quite amusing, by the way."

Shego smirked back. "Kimmie's keeping me from ruining my pardon, but I don't intend to put the mask back on. I'm just helping until her leg heals."

Senior raised a curious eyebrow, and Kim leaned in such a way to bring the leg in question to the surface. "Ah, I see. How..."

"We fought," Shego answered. "Big showdown, no distractions, to decide once and for all, who's the best. Which is me, by the way." Kim raised and wiggled a flat hand while her girlfriend was looking away, but otherwise chose not to comment. "So tell all the bad guys, they better lay low for now, or I'm gonna be... miffed."

"I shall pass that along," the old man promised.

"Kim Possible!" Bonnie yelled, finally free of the parachute and marching along the pool. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"We're here to rescue you from your dastardly kidnappers, B," the redhead deadpanned.

Bonnie growled in frustration. "I was kidnapped by that freaky disowned heiress, Camille Leon. Junior brought me home to recuperate."

Kim raised an eyebrow. "Your family said otherwise." Bonnie only rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in response.

Senhor Senior looked over everyone else in the ensuing silence, then addressed his new guests. "Perhaps we can sort out this misunderstanding over dinner..."