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Kim Possible: Possibly Strange

By LJ59

1

"We have a description," Betty Director told her told field agent Kim Possible. "And it's not good. In fact, it's worse than we feared."

"Who is this," Kim Possible frowned as she took the sketch that showed a woman of maybe twenty-odd years with long, dark hair, and wearing some kind of dark bodysuit under a long duster.

"Shego," the one-eyed head of Global Justice told the slim, wiry redhead who was a famous, some said infamous, adventurer long before she got into genuine law enforcement.

"Again, who is this," she frowned, not recognizing the name, or the image.

"Right," the older woman nodded, and took the image back. "It was a little before your time. I met her early in my own career. It wasn't exactly a shining moment," she grimaced.

"Go on," the redhead nodded, knowing sometimes it was the little details that could be most important.

"I had just signed on with Go City Police Department when we got a call. A home invasion. Pretty standard stuff, or so I thought. Only by the time we arrived, we were far too late. Someone had broken in, literally torn the family apart, and the only survivor wasn't expected to last long," Betty shared with a grim tone.

"This Shego was involved?"

"Shego was about nine years old at the time. Someone, or something, all but tore her throat out, drained most of her blood, and left her for dead. Just like her parents, and four male siblings," Betty told her, obviously still distressed over the memory.

"Just like all our victims," Kim frowned. "Are you trying to say….?"

"The girl was critical. And I mean two seconds from death. Obviously, she couldn't give us anything. All she did was stare. That was when she wasn't trying to scream. A day later, she was gone."

"You mean…..died?"

"No. She vanished. Just disappeared. From a secure, heavily guarded ICU, and no one saw her leave. She was just….gone," the head of GJ told Kim. "In her wake, however, two interns were left with their throats torn out, and every drop of blood in their veins gone. No," she added pointedly. "Not one drop was left at the crime scene."

"Just like our victims," Kim murmured. "You know, this is starting to sound a lot like some kind of serious vampire fetish, or something."

"Or," Betty suggested grimly. "A genuine vampire."

Kim scoffed now.

"You don't actually believe…..?"

"With all you've seen in your short career, Agent Possible, you don't believe it might be possible that such creatures could be real?"

"I…don't know. Dad always used to say anything was possible. Kind of a family credo. Still. Vampires? In this day and age?"

"Let me finish," Betty told her grimly. "Around two months later, I spotted a street kid one night. Dressed in rags, filthy, and stalking a couple with more booze than brains in their pampered bodies. Before I could intercept to warn off the kid, or the couple, she jumped them, and all but ripped into the male's throat."

"Shego," Kim guessed intuitively.

"Shego. By the time I intercepted her she had already drained that man dry, and was turning on the female. I scared her off, but I got a very good look at her. And her fangs," Betty told Kim. "Her long, bloody fangs. I'm not sure why she ran if she were….. What she appeared. Still, she did, and I never saw her again. Not long after, I was transferred to the FBI's international office in London when I proved myself in another case. Still, I have never forgotten that face. She's aged, but I would stake my pension that this," she said, slapping the sketched image she held in one hand, "Is Shego."

"But…..don't vampires…..? Well, in the lore they don't age. Do they," Kim frowned.

"This is obviously a real…..leech of some kind. What do we really know of how they might function in reality? I do know that we never found the…..attacker that killed her family. Or Shego. And I was looking, I assure you. I have always been looking."

"So, if there are….vampires, and Shego is one of them…..?"

"Needless to say, this isn't the kind of information that needs to get out to the media. We'd be ridiculed, and beset with the usual crazies. Or the not so usual crazies. You need to know what I suspected, though. Because if I'm right, and if we don't find her, there may be a lot more victims before we're finished. There may already be more that we don't know about," the head of GJ said ominously.

"Perhaps I should question the survivor," Kim murmured. "Wait, if she was bitten...? What if she turns….?"

"She didn't survive surgery. She died not long after they began to operate," Betty told her. "We were lucky to get that sketch before she passed. But it's the only lead we have, and I suggest we keep it to ourselves. The last thing we need are a bunch of amateurs on the streets, hunting the undead," she growled.

Kim scowled at that.

"I know you have more respect for the usual freelancers than I do," Betty told her employee. "But in this case, they'd only muddy the waters, and get in our way. We need to not only stop this woman, but find out what she is, and where's she been."

"And how many more like her are out there," Kim suggested pointedly.

"Precisely. In this matter, we know literally nothing," Betty admitted. "We need to get solid Intel on this…..species, and we need it yesterday, Kimberly. That's why I've chosen to bring you in on a local murder case, as most deem it. Which is what I know you were wondering," she said knowingly.

Kim nodded.

"Point taken. I'll call up Wade, and see if he can do any kind of background check that might give us more. There may be something that gives her away in spite of her…..nocturnal habits. If I've learned anything chasing the usual rogues, it's that none of them can truly escape leaving some kind of trail."

"Just be careful, and try to bring her in. But, first, and foremost, stop her," Kim was told.

"No big," Kim tossed a careless salute. "I live for sitches like this."

Betty sighed as the woman walked out of her office, and shook her head.

Kim was the best she had ever seen. The very best. She just had serious ego issues. She literally believed her family credo, and took it to extreme measures trying to live up to it at time. Still, she couldn't deny the results the youngest agent in GJ history managed. Even her once favored operative Will Du was not half so accomplished, and he had lived for the job at the time he was active.

Which he was fond of telling everyone at every moment if you stayed in place too long.

Which was why few stayed long if he were in the office.

The man's already obsessive love of rules and regulations had only grown since he ended up in a chair after losing his left leg, and most of his right in a bad op. Even their best prosthetics couldn't negate that kind of injury, but it didn't help that to this day Will still blamed Kimberly for the faulty communication that put him in the blast zone when a rogue scientist decided to self-destruct his lair rather than be taken.

It also didn't help that it was Kimberly that dug him out, and saved his life.

She eyed the image their artist had sketched just a few hours ago, and grimaced.

"What are you," she asked the woman. "Where are you?"

KP

She was being followed.

She had a predator's feel for the night, and she knew when someone was around.

Or following her.

She was being followed.

She slid around the corner of a seedy bar, and went without hesitation into the dark, dank alley, and waited. It didn't take long.

Three burly men in ragged denim walked past the mouth of the alley, looking around, and yet seeing nothing.

Norms, she almost literally spat her disdain as she stood very close to all but under their noses.

Only two reasons Norms would be stalking her. Well, three. Still, she discounted that last one. Anyone that followed her wasn't looking for a party. They were hunting death.

That left either the usual mindless drones out for their own devices. Or someone had sent them.

She was banking on the latter. Especially since by now half the underground had to know that Shego was in town, and what she was hunting.

Or rather who.

She stepped out of the alley as the men passed, not being the bashful sort, and cleared her throat.

"Lost, boys," she drawled. "Because it seems to me, you should be home in bed about now. Not running around in unfriendly streets, getting into trouble."

All three turned abruptly, one paling, and the other two tensing.

Shego only smirked.

"Well?"

"Hench wants to see you."

"Hench? Jack Hench? I'm flattered. And uninterested. I don't do small time."

"He says you will be. He's got an offer to make," the bigger man spoke again.

"Suppose I'm not interested," she told the trio's spokesmen.

The man smirked now.

"Then we just drag you in, and you listen all the same," the man sneered, regaining a degree of his bravado when all she did was stand there eyeing them. "Jack insists. And when Mr. Hench insists..."

"Wow, and just when I thought you might have a little bit of brains," the woman smirked coldly as she flexed her gloved hands, and her knuckles popped audibly.

"You don't scare us. We all know you don't kill," the man sneered now.

Shego's smile turned vicious as she stared back at the thug.

"But did they tell you what I do like to do to smug little posers like you," she asked sardonically.

"You….. We outnumber you," the man huffed.

Shego moved, bladed hands flashing, and dropping the two teens on other side of the bigger thug. Stepping back as she dusted her hands, she pointedly glanced to each side, and then back at the thug.

"Really? You really think you outnumber me," she scoffed. "Just hold on. I have a message for Jack."

The man looked right. Left. Then turned, and bolted with a wail even as Shego moved again.

The screaming started soon afterward.

KP

"It's in your best interest to talk," Kim told the man in full-body traction laying in the bed with more IV's than anyone she had ever seen at their worst.

Word was, virtually, if not literally every bone in his body was broken, he had to have his spleen removed, and some other major surgery as well. He also suffered several skull fractures, but didn't otherwise seem too bad off. Considering.

She added that disclaimer after seeing the street cam from a local night club that caught everything on film.

The pale woman in a dark duster had moved like lightning, and her blows had been precise, controlled, and potentially lethal. That she had not killed this man, or tore out his throat, was telling. Especially since one of the images on the stills taken from that cam showed her a very good likeness of the woman Dr. Director had named Shego.

She was just a bit offset by the fact the lighting gave the woman a very greenish pallor.

"Lady, you're nuts," the man rasped, half his teeth gone, too. "Talking would be a death sentence for someone like me. If Hench….."

"Jack Hench? He's involved?"

"Don't know what you mean," the obviously rattled man swore, obviously not intending to have let that name out.

"Fine. Tell me about the green woman," she said, holding up Shego's picture.

The man's eyes rounded.

Kim had seen fear before, but this guy was past that. Well past it.

"I….don't know nothing. Nothing," he seethed.

"I think you do. Since our video shows you talking with her a full three minutes before she tore you apart like a tinker toy. Now, you can talk to me, and gain protection. Or, you can lay there for as long as you might last after word gets out about how you were a paid narc for the local cops."

"I didn't tell you nothing! You… You wouldn't," the man whined now.

Kim smiled.

"You talk, or I make everyone think you talked. Your choice."

"All right. All right. But I can't tell you much. My crew was just hired to give Greenie a message. Jack wants to see her. Some big deal he's planning. That's all I know. I swear. I swear," the man almost wailed as tears brimmed in his eyes.

Likely from pain, as much as fear, considering all his injuries.

"Okay. We both know she's Shego. Where do I find her?"

"Are you nuts," he spat at the redhead. "No one wants to see that crazed bitch! She isn't even…."

"Human," Kim asked suggestively.

"If you know," the man rasped. "Why are you looking for her?"

"Maybe I want to see which of us is better," Kim smiled. "Or didn't I introduce myself," she asked with a faint smile. "I'm Agent Kim Possible. Global Justice," she said, holding up a badge.

"Oh, hell. You're her," he whined all the more.

"Heard of me," Kim asked smugly.

"I've heard you're crazier than Adrena Lyn on a coke high! You actually jumped into a live volcano once! I heard…."

"Never mind. Where do I find Shego?"

"You don't find her. She finds you," he shuddered.

"Where," Kim growled, standing over him now, and looking ready to finish what Shego had started.

"I heard…. I heard a guy in Big Daddy's place takes messages for her. That's all I know."

"What's this guy's name?"

"Lipsky. Drew Lipsky. You can't miss him. He fell into a vat of grape juice a while back, and now he's got this weird blue skin. And he's as nutty as you," he added with a scowl.

"Watch it, Jones," she grumbled. "Or they'll be calling you Falsetto Jones," she promised, glancing at his groin.

The man whined.

"Just….get me protection. You promised….!"

"I'm calling in agents to watch you the minute I leave. Meanwhile, don't go anywhere," she grinned. "My boss may want to question you some more herself," Kim told him lightly.

The man just stared at her as she left, and shook his head as best he could.

"She'll hurt you, too," he couldn't help tossing at her before she reached the door. "Even you aren't as good…."

"I've heard that one before," Kim shot back. "I'm still here."

He shook his head.

"Crazy," he whimpered, wishing the nurse would give him more painkillers. The world was filled with crazy women.

Crazy, sadistic women!

It was enough to make a man swear off them!

KP

Kim haunted Brotherson's on the wrong side of Upperton streets for four nights straight as she studied the crowd through her VR display in the special glasses she wore that let her tap into the club's surveillance monitors.

No sign of Shego, but Drew had been present every night, keeping to his regular table, and running a brisk business of some kind. She pointedly kept track of every face that visited. There might just be someone she could find in the GJ database later from what she was seeing of the local color.

She turned over the Jack Hench lead to Agent Berman. The man was a meticulous sort that could track people, and events like no one else on the payroll. Okay, he had a numbers fetish that wouldn't quit, and was an accountant on the side because he seriously liked playing with numbers. She wasn't sure why Betty hadn't put him in finance, but he did have a sharp mind.

Unlike, say, Will Du, who had almost gotten more agents killed than anyone on the other side at any time. When he ignored her direct order to try to confront a known madman head-on, she thought they were both done. She barely got him out alive after that fiasco. One he still tried to blame on her.

Jerk. Frankly, he deserved to end up as he had. At least he wouldn't be killing any more of his own. Just annoying them to death.

She grumbled as the clock ticked off the hours, and still nothing happened.

Big Daddy's club was filled with the usual posers and wannabes, and she had to brush off more than a few that actually tried to hit on her in spite of the unwelcome vibe she was throwing off. This in spite of the fact she wasn't dressed to thrill, like half the bimbos around her. She wore her usual casual slacks, and a sturdy blouse. The GJ uniform was too obvious. She favored being incognito when working certain jobs.

Will never got that one.

He wanted a parade every time he went out. How he had survived as long as he had was a mystery even Wade had yet to solve.

When it was close to closing time for the fifth night in a row, Kim was starting to get impatient.

Tracking Lipsky didn't help.

The blue freak went straight home to his mother's every night.

He didn't go out. He didn't work. He didn't date. He just came to the club at opening, and sat there doing whatever he did until closing.

Maybe it was time to go directly after him.

Leaving the subtle message obviously hand't helped. Maybe if she just roughed Lipsky up a bit, he might tell her something she could use.

Even as Big Daddy himself, an ironically short, but stocky man announced closing in five, she went to the door, and glanced back with her peripheral vision, noting Drew was headed for the usual side exit. If he stayed true to type, he would leave through the side door, follow an alley to the next street over, and then go home on his bicycle.

The ten-speed with training wheels that he actually rode.

Time to get proactive, she decided as she went out the door, and walked into the alley, putting her VR glasses away as she moved down the alley, looking for Lipsky to emerge.

Just before a greater shadow loomed over her head, and she jumped back even as someone landed before her after dropping off the roof.

She eyed the woman's genuinely greenish skin, and realized it had nothing to do with lighting as the newcomer's too-bright eyes glittered in the shadows around them.

"Hello, Possible," the woman smiled coolly as she stood before her, a full six inches taller, and a lot more…..developed. "Does your mommy know you're out this late?"

"Shego," she called her.

"That's right. Heard you want to talk," she called her with a faint smirk. "Well, I don't do true confessions. So get lost, and leave the mommy's boy alone. Or I will hurt you," she growled.

Kim smiled. She had heard that one so many times now.

"You could try."

Shego smiled back, and it was a cold, empty smile as she eyed the redhead.

"I was hoping you'd say that, Princess," she mocked her as she lifted her gloved hands.

To Be Continued…

-A tip of the hat to Darman Sejuk who inspired this one when I almost let it go.