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Note: This story takes place a year before the events in 'Monkeys Amok'.

Kim Possible yawned and stretched. Sitting still wasn't one of the athletic redhead's favorite pastimes. Her enforced inactivity had left her with a surplus of energy, and she was looking forward to burning some of it off. At least the hotel they'd be staying at had a large pool and a health spa. That would do for starters. 'Well, for me anyway,' she said to herself. She turned her head to look at the young man sitting next to her. Ron Stoppable, her best friend for as long as she could remember, was sleeping, which was definitely one of his favorite pastimes. A fond smile touched Kim's lips, followed closely by a wicked grin. Reaching out, she snapped her fingers under Ron's nose.

"Ron!"

"GHAH!" he yelped, as he jerked awake. "Whazzat? Wha? Huh? I'm up, I'm up!"

Kim giggled, and Ron gave her a sour look. "I'll have you know," he grumbled, "that you interrupted a perfectly good dream."

"Was she pretty?" Kim inquired with a sly smile.

Ron blushed. "Yes," he declared defensively. "As a matter of fact she was."

Kim leaned back in her seat and smirked. "I figured as much." Ron's most favored pastime was daydreaming about girls, not too surprising a thing for a seventeen year old boy to be doing. Kim enjoyed twitting him about it, especially now that it was safe to do so, what with Ron enjoying a run of good "luck with the ladies" as he put it. In all honesty though, she was happy for him. Ron's self confidence had grown considerably in the last year, and he was a lot more comfortable with himself, with who he was. All of which made it a lot easier for him to get dates.

Ron rubbed his eyes and looked around. The First Class cabin of the 757 was full, naturally, with the Possible clan (plus one Stoppable) occupying a significant portion of it. Mr. and Mrs. Dr. Possible were sitting across the aisle, with Kim's younger brothers, the twins Jim and Tim, occupying the row ahead of their parents. Ron grinned at Kim. "I still can't believe we're going to Metropolis!" he exclaimed quietly. "The City of Tomorrow! Man, I can hardly wait!"

Kim chuckled. "This from a man who slept for almost the whole flight."

Ron held up his hands. "Hey, flying is very demanding. It's no surprise that it took a lot out of me."

"Well, now that you're well rested, you might want to look out the window. We're almost there." Ron turned his attention to the vista outside the jet, and Kim smiled again. She was really looking forward to spending a week relaxing in the Big Apricot. She and Ron would be starting their junior year in high school in a few weeks, after a summer vacation that hadn't seen much down time. Mission had followed mission without a break, and if most of them weren't terribly risky, they had had soaked up a lot of her free time. Things had quieted down recently, though, and when her mom got invited to a neurosurgery conference at the Metropolis University Medical School and offered to take the whole family along Kim had jumped at the chance. Of course it meant not seeing Josh for a week, but if last night's goodbye date was any indication, the welcome home date would be well worth it. Kim sighed happily, enjoying the warm feeling that came over her whenever she thought of Josh Mankey, he of the oh-so-easy-to-get-lost-in eyes and deliciously kissable lips. She wished, briefly, that Josh had been able to come along and had to stifle a giggle. She could just imagine her father's reaction if she had suggested that. Oh well. On the bright side her dad had the tweebs' booked solid for most of the week, which meant that she and Ron would be free to explore the city and just hang out. They hadn't gotten to do much of that recently. Oh sure, they'd gone on a few double dates, her with Josh, Ron with his girlfriend of the day, but that wasn't the same. Kim had been a bit surprised when she realized how much she missed that, and quite gratified to learn that Ron felt the same way. The two of them had spent a lot of time in the run up to the trip excitedly planning their activities and listing the sights they wanted to see.

Kim was stirred from her reverie by the pilot announcing that they would be landing soon and instructing everyone to fasten their seatbelts and return their seats and tray tables to their stowed and upright positions. As the people around her complied, and the flight attendants took a quick turn around the cabin to collect cups and other utensils, Kim made up her mind that First Class was far and away the best way to travel by air. Her parents had gotten free tickets in coach, courtesy of the conference organizers, but had to spring for Kim, Jim and Tim's tickets out of their own pockets. They had been willing to let Ron come along, of course, since he was almost like family, but had been hesitant about the cost. Fortunately Ron had been able to pony up the cash for the ticket, and even chip in on the hotel rooms (at the expense of depleting his savings, which hadn't seemed to bother him in the least). It was Kim, though, who had gotten everyone an upgrade to First Class.

'It's amazing what saving a plane load of people from would-be terrorists can get you,' she mused with a self-satisfied smile. True, the terrorists in question had been rank amatures, and Kim had beaten them without breaking a sweat. Still, the management of the airline had been immensely grateful, and no doubt thought they'd got the better end of the deal when all Kim asked for in exchange was six round trip tickets.

The advantages of First Class showed themselves again at the airport, where they reached the baggage claim area to find their bags already waiting for them.

The limo ride from the airport to the hotel was impressive as well. Instead of a run-of-the-mill stretched Cadillac or Lincoln, the hotel car was a custom made Rolls Royce. As they motored into the city center and through the gleaming canyons of downtown Kim decided that this was the good life, and that she could definitely get used to it.

At their hotel, the Metropolis Hyatt Regency, Kim got a pleasant if completely unexpected surprise. She had figured that her parents would get two rooms, putting her in with them, and sticking Ron with the tweebs. Instead, they'd opted for a private room, and had surprised and thrilled the tweebs by putting them in a room of their own. Kim was sure that that was a recipe for disaster, but on the other hand it meant that she and Ron wouldn't have to put up with Jim and Tim's antics while they were trying to sleep at night.

Their rooms were all on the twelfth floor of the hotel. Kim's 'rents were in the room directly across from the one she and Ron were in, with the tweebs' in an adjoining, connected room.

'A sensible precaution,' Kim had thought when she first heard it. Jim and Tim were quite apt to tear their room to shreds unless the folks could intervene quickly, and the connecting rooms would allow just that.

Kim had gasped in awe when she and Ron had pushed open the door to the room they would be sharing. 'Room' was too small a word for what lay beyond the door. 'Suite' was much more appropriate, at least in Kim's eyes. There was the bedroom itself, with its pair of queen-sized beds, entertainment center, and desk, table, and leather easy chairs. The main door opened into a small foyer that broadened into a kitchenette. The bathroom was enormous, for a hotel, with his and hers sinks and a huge shower/tub that had built in massage jets. It wasn't quite an in-room hot tub, but it was close. And the view! The room had a private balcony that offered a spectacular vista of the heart of the city. She was leaning on the railing, admiring the scenery, when Ron joined her.

"Some digs, huh K.P?"

"I'll say," she agreed. "Can you believe this place? I wonder how much it costs."

"Three hundred bucks a night, before tax."

Kim gaped at him. "You're kidding, right?"

Ron shook his head. "Nope, they have the rates posted on the inside of the door. 299.99 per night of double occupancy."

"Damn! I guess I..." Kim didn't finish her thought, as a knock on the door interrupted her. "Kimmie, Ronald!" Mr. Dr. Possible called.

"Coming, Dad!"

On being let in Mr. Dr. Possible took a quick look around and nodded approvingly. Then he turned his attention to the matter at hand. "I don't know about you two, but I'm starving!" He had no sooner said the words that a loud rumble issued from Ron's stomach. "Hey, me too!"

"What a shock!" Kim said with a mocking smile. Ron just grinned at her.

"Anyway," Mr. Dr. Possible went on, "We're heading down to the hotel restaurant in fifteen minutes, so if you need to get cleaned up, do it now."

Mr. Dr. Possible started to turn to leave when Ron cut him off. "Ooooo! The hotel restaurant? Which one? It has three you know."

"Is there a problem Ronald?"

"Well, maybe. The Green Room? Strictly formalwear only. The Continental Room? Strictly breakfast only. Amelia's Pantry? Way, way, way too generic family dining-y."

Mr. Dr. Possible's eyes narrowed and he gave Ron a speculative look. "You have something else in mind Ronald?"

"Right across the street is a place called Old Pete's Rib Shack. World famous all-you-can-eat barbeque, in the same family for four generations."

Kim gaped at him. "Where did you find that out?" she demanded.

Ron gave her a superior look. "Research ahead of time. While you were checking out museums and art galleries, I was looking up eateries." He held up his Kimmunicator. "I have a list of places we just have to go and eat at, Kim!"

Kim rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling. Mr. Dr. Possible looked intrigued as well. "Barbeque works for me," he agreed, "especially the 'all-you-can-eat' part."

"Well then, what are we waiting around here for?" Ron exclaimed excitedly. "Let's go!"