A/N: I finally got the last chapter finished. I was unsure how to end this 65 chapter story. I've been working on and off on this chapter trying to find a good place to end it. In the future I promise no more 500,000 word epics...lol
Once again many thanks to AtomicfFire for proof reading chapter 65.
Thanks again to AtomicFire, Mooneasterbunny, Lippy Norweigen, Momike, Airwalker999, Lycox, Whitem, Yankee Bard, RI100014, Kingprawnsct for reviewing my story.
Many thanks also to those that have read the last three stories.
-Bubba-
Mrs. Dr. P. peppered Kim with questions the minute she walked thru the door. Kim was too tired and sore from her captivity to provide much information. Mrs. Dr. P. gave her a quick check up before sending her up to bed. Kim walked into her room relieved to be back in familiar surroundings.
"We'll talk more when you get up." Mrs. Dr. P. told her before backing out of her room.
Kim lay on her bed and clutched Panderoo, "Are you and Ron friends again? I don't know how to answer that one mom. He didn't bite my head off but…He's so different now…I wish there would be an easy answer to that question."
The exertion of the night's events finally over came her as she slipped into a deep sleep. She dreamed of better days. Days when Ron was still a happy go lucky boy that would tag along with her on missions all over the world.
They were fighting Duff Killigan and the angry golfer had Ron on the run and Kim was struggling with his henchmen trying to get to the man in the kilt. Ron ran out of room to run and after a great explosion his body now lay in a broken crumpled heap on the ground.
Kim finally was able to polish off Killigan with a ferocious spinning kick to the side of the Scotsman's head. Now she raced to Ron's side only to discover he was angry at her for not being there for him sooner.
She tried to explain what was happening but he wasn't listening. He was yelling at her about letting him down and now for not knowing what to do to fix his broken body. Kim covered her mouth with her hand as she tried to think of what to do.
Ron soon quit yelling and lay still and it was obvious to her that he was dead. Kim sat up in bed covered in sweat, "Damn you Ron, I just don't know what to do about you anymore."
She threw Panderoo out of bed and rolled over and slipped into a dreamless sleep until Mrs. Dr. P. could stand the suspense no longer and woke her up just after one o'clock in the afternoon. Mrs. Dr. P. quietly entered the room, "Just checking to see how you are doing."
Kim tried to sit up in bed, "Still sore…"
"I saw Ron hugging you last night. I guess you guys are friends again?" Mrs. Dr. P. inquired slyly as she handed Kim a few pills and a glass of water.
She swallowed the pills and shook her head, "I don't know what we are? Ron's…Ron's so different now. Too much Bonnie influence I guess."
"So you weren't able to talk to him?"
Kim shook her head, "Oh no he made it quite clear he didn't want to talk about it…At least in front of Monique and Tirza."
Mrs. Dr. P. sat down on the end of the bed, "Well then maybe you should try and talk to Ron without an audience."
"It has to be today then. Ron goes back to Israel tomorrow." Kim said sadly.
"Give him a call I'm sure he'll be willing to meet with you somewhere."
Kim nodded and smiled sadly, "I'll have to call him at Bonnie's. That's where he's staying now."
"Give him a call, get a shower, get dressed up and go meet him somewhere."
The knock on the door woke Ron from a deep sleep. A sleep that was long in coming as he was still wound up from his battle with Candy Mann from the night before. He was loud and exited when they reached the Rockwaller house to the point that Bonnie had to slap him and tell him be quiet or he would wake the whole neighborhood.
Ron blinked and looked around the room for some sense of the time, "Yea…uhhhhhhhh"
Bonnie poked her head in the door, "Package just came for you."
He smiled and patted an open spot by the bed next to him, "Let's see it."
Bonnie stepped into the room and quietly closed the door behind her, "It's almost two."
Ron sat up and took the box from her, "It's from Wade." He told her as he opened the box and looked at the two passports, "George Michael Bacon, Charles David Darwin…Not bad…I'll use the Bacon passport for when we leave…No good Jew would ever be named Bacon."
Bonnie looked over the documents, "These look good."
"Yea Wade does good work." Ron told her as he wrapped his arm around her and began kissing Bonnie's neck.
"mmmmmmm That's nice…Are you sure we can't go shopping with that money?" She whispered to him.
"Ummm Hummm I'm sure…Jimmy D. The Bling Bling King is not getting my business…We'll stash the money and a gun for a rainy day." Ron told her between kisses.
A knock at the door startled both of them back to reality, "Ronald, there's a telephone call for you."
"You can take it in my room." Bonnie offered.
"I've never been allowed in your room…Coolio…Lead the way."
Ron quickly slipped on a pair of sweatpants and shirt and followed Bonnie into her room. He froze in his tracks as he came face to face with a giant Robbie poster from the Oh Boyz. Bonnie glared at him as she handed him the phone, "I don't want to hear it."
"I wasn't gonna say anything." He said with a grin as he looked at the rest of the decorations around the room. Then he turned his attention to the phone, "Hello?"
"Hey Ron, it's me."
Ron heaved a massive sigh of relief. He was afraid that the caller was from a law enforcement organization, "Hey Kim how you doin'?"
"I'm a little sore, mom gave me some stiff ibuprofens and that's helped a lot…So…how are you doing?"
"Well I got a couple of calluses on trigger fingers but other than that I'm doing pretty good." Ron answered as he moved a large white teddy bear out of a chair so he could sit down.
Bonnie quickly picked up the bear, "You could have just sat on the bed Ron."
"I was afraid of squishing the other Cuddle Buddies." Ron told her as he surveyed the rest of the forbidden room.
"What?"
"Don't you dare tell Kim about my Cuddle Buddies." Bonnie growled.
"Tell Bonnie I seen them that time I was stuck to her."
Ron looked at Bonnie, "She says she saw them when you two were stuck together that one time."
Bonnie growled, "Whatever"
"So did you know about her life size poster of…."
"RONALD"
Ron pulled his head in, "Sorry…What you need KP?"
"I…I was wondering if we could meet up at Beuno Nacho around 3:30 for lunch."
He looked over at Bonnie and shook his head, "Kim we're kind of getting packed up over here to leave tomorrow."
"Ron we really need to sit down alone and talk."
"Kim I think this is just going to be something that we'll never agree about."
"Come on Ron. Let's not end it like this."
"Alright Kim, I'll meet you at Bueno Nacho at 3:30 then."
"Great I'll see you then."
"Yea" Ron said as he hung up the phone.
"Kim wants to talk?" Bonnie asked.
Ron nodded his head and handed her the phone, "Yea, won't do any good…We'll never see eye to eye about what happened."
"Well don't stay gone too long. We have to finish packing and stashing money." Bonnie reminded him.
He leaned back in the chair and looked at the ceiling, "Hey more Oh Boyz posters."
"Out…Right now, out of my room." Bonnie said angrily as she stomped her foot and pointed towards the door.
"Want to fool around?"
Bonnie smiled mischievously and sat down on the edge of the bed, "Yea, alright"
It was a quarter till four before Kim saw Bonnie's Grand Am wheel into the parking lot. She watched Ron get out of the car and breathed as sigh of relief when she saw he was alone. Kim got out of her car and waited for Ron to walk up to her.
She hugged him when he got to her car, "You sleep OK?"
Ron nodded his head and pointed towards the glass doors of their high school hangout, "Yea…I borrowed Bonnie's car…She's almost finished packing. She has a ton of stuff."
Kim agreed as she walked in the door that Ron was holding open for her, "Yea I bet."
"You paying?"
"Oh I guess, I called you after all." Kim chuckled.
"You're sure? I'm pretty hungry." Ron teased as they stood in line looking at the menu.
"Wait…you didn't bring Rufus did you?"
Ron laughed and shook his head, "No, no he's still asleep at Bonnie's."
Kim was able to breathe much easier, "I was afraid he would have broke me."
They ordered their food and Kim paid as she said she would. They walked to their old table they spent so many afternoon's together after high school. Neither of them said anything. Each of them was afraid to talk about the events of the previous two months.
Finally after about five minutes Kim finally got things going, "Well thanks for telling everyone that I only had three taekwondo classes."
He looked away and smiled before taking a bite of a chicken chimerito, "Now can you still name all 16 forms of martial arts your familiar with?"
"Ohhhhhh going to put me on the spot early are we?" She said with a grin as she began to think, "Let's see there's crane, drunken style, taekwondo, judo, monkey kung fu, both Bruce and Brandon Lee, Chuck Norris, Jackie Chan, Jet Li…"
"Hong Kong Phooey" Ron added trying to help her memory.
Kim narrowed her eyes at Ron, "Alright so it's 17 different forms of martial arts."
Ron looked stunned, "No really? I thought all those flying kicks were Honk Kong Phooey style?"
Kim rolled her eyes and groaned before changing the subject, "So you're heading back to Israel tomorrow?"
Ron nodded, "Yea, yea, tomorrow afternoon after I do some business in Upperton."
Kim began to wring her hands, "I...I know it wasn't a great trip for you and I'm sorry."
He chuckled nervously, "No…no…not great at all."
"I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I guess I didn't realize how much you've changed over the year…I don't know?"
Ron continued to nod his head and pick at his food, "It was a long year."
"I just wish you would have talked to me more about it."
"There are things that happened to me over there that you just don't talk about." He said firmly.
Kim began to get frustrated and her jealousy began to come to the surface, "But you could tell Bonnie?"
Ron's facial muscles tightened up, "Bonnie was there she knows what happened. I don't have to talk about it with her."
Kim decided not to bring Bonnie into the conversation just yet. She shook her head trying to think of a way to get Ron talking so she could try to mend some fences with him, "I think I should have told you about the chair sooner." Kim said sadly.
"The chair was just too wrong." Ron reminded her.
"The chair wasn't that bad." Kim told him dismissively.
Ron dropped his fork and put his hands to his head and began to laugh bitterly, "What! I know you did not just say that to me."
She quickly realized her mistake and tried to further clarify what she had actually meant to say. Fearing that Ron would go ballistic, "I mean it didn't start out that way...I...I mean, I only did to feel close to you again."
Ron smiled, "And to keep tabs on me and to put ideas in my head and to try and control me."
Kim winced, "I...I never tried to control you."
"What was it you told me at Quarry Lake? I can make you stay if I want." Ron reminded her of what she had told him before she learned of the destruction of Building One and of the Mental Focusing Unit.
The painful memories of that day were still fresh in Kim's mind as well as she tried to explain what was going through her mind, "I...I never should have said that. It was just so frustrating because you wouldn't talk to me."
Ron rubbed his forehead, "Look Kim, there are things that I just don't want to talk about. I don't see the fascination of wanting to know every last scrap or detail of my life. My life's different now that's all that needs to be said."
"Because I used to be a part of your life and I'm not used to having you shut me out." Kim felt she was finally making her point and now they were beginning to make progress.
"How can I shut out a person that can get in a chair and know what I'm thinking from moment to moment? That chair ruined my visit, I lost friends, I had people coming after me, I lost a business offer, I got a broken nose from someone I don't even know, and how on earth I became some sort of rapist..." Ron threw up his hands and shook his head in disgust.
"Oh don't put all of that on me, most of that was your own fault." Kim said defiantly.
"MY FAULT!" Ron yelled out before realizing they were becoming the center of attention in the restaurant, "My fault...How do you figure that?"
"Well, well if you wouldn't have planned on going to that strip club for Ned's bachelor party..."
Ron's eyes opened wide, "How did you know I was planning on going into Hamilton in the first place? The chair that's how, one night out and I've paid for it ever since."
Kim closed her eyes as she realized he was right but just couldn't let the strip club angle go, "Well...well you still shouldn't have been there."
"Oh and what were you and Tina's gang doing while we were in Hamilton?" Ron asked.
She looked away as she tried to remember, "We were having Tina's bachelorette party."
Ron smiled, "You guys had a stripper from what I'm told."
"Tara told you that...I'll get...Well still Bonnie being in the hospital would lead one to think..." Kim said as she quickly tried to change the subject away from male strippers.
"What happened with Bonnie over there is none of your business" Ron told her sternly.
Kim backed away from mentioning Bonnie, "I...I know."
Ron nodded his head, "Yea...Look I have to be going. Bonnie's parents are kind of peeved at me for not being with them during Sabbath dinner yesterday..."
Kim quickly tried to change the subject to keep him talking so he wouldn't leave, "Well what about the psychic link and the truth ray?"
"I don't know? Maybe it was just made up by Dr. Wong to experiment on you?"
"No, no, no it's real and you know it." Kim said firmly.
Ron shrugged, "If it is real, I guess there's not much we can do about it."
"Well we need to talk about it at least."
"I have to go Kim." Ron said patiently.
"Just a few more minutes Ron. I don't want to part like this. Not like this." Kim said desperately.
"Kim, I think it's clear this is going to be one of those things we are never going to agree about." Ron told her as he began to clean up his meal.
"Well, well maybe it wasn't entirely your fault." Kim said trying to get the conversation going again.
Ron laughed and nodded his head, "No, no you convinced me. I shouldn't have come back. If I would have stayed in Israel none of this would have happened."
"Ron I didn't mean it like that."
"No, no your right KP, you're the smart one. I'd still have friends here. I'd have a nose that wasn't pushed in. I could have spent more time with Bonnie in the night clubs dancing. I could have learned to surf." His tone softened and his eyes reflected a deep sadness, "So...I guess your right...It is all my fault."
Kim didn't know how to respond as Ron stood up to take empty his tray in the trashcan, "Ron...I don't..."
"So I guess I'll be seeing you next year then?" Ron said cheerily.
"What?"
"You are going to be in Monique's wedding?" he reminded her.
Kim laughed as she picked up her soda to follow Ron outside, "Oh...I guess. Monique's not really talked much about the wedding yet."
Ron nodded, "I think they're looking at June."
"Well I guess I'll be seeing you in June then." Kim said trying to sound happy.
"I'll be an old married man by then." Ron said with a grin.
Kim's shoulders slumped, "Of all the people in the world you could marry and it's got to be Bonnie Rockwaller."
Ron laughed, "Well it did take a war."
"Yea I guess it did." Kim said sadly.
They stood in the parking lot looking at each other in silence until Ron held out his arms for a hug, "I'll see you in June."
Kim smiled and hugged him, "Yea, I'll see you in June."
Ron got in Bonnie's Grand Am and quickly rolled down the window, "Hey, still glad you weren't killed last night."
"Thanks." Kim said with a wide grin.
Ron returned the grin and muttered, "Where's the explosion Ron."
Kim laughed, "You just go back to Bonnie's house because you're starting to get on my nerves now."
Ron smiled and waived as he drove out of the parking lot. Kim frowned, "Well it's not what I had hoped for but it's a start I guess. He'll come to his senses he won't marry Bonnie."
Ron finished loading Bonnie's luggage into the back of the Stoppable's mini van before closing the hatch, "No I can't give you an easy explanation on why the station wagon is parked in the garage or why it smells like gun powder and old socks."
Mrs. Stoppable held fast with her arms folded glaring at him, "The Rockwaller's said that Bonnie had to leave the house at 2:30 in the morning to pick you up because you were to drunk to drive home."
"Wa…well that is one theory." Ron told her nervously. He didn't want to talk about the battle with Candy Mann and Global Justice. So he and Bonnie created a cover story that he was out drinking and needed a ride home.
"Ronald listen to your mother. You are spoken for now, don't blow this chasing around after that Kim Possible."
He was taken by surprise by this statement, "Ah…No, of course not…Have you seen Rufus?"
"Rufus…Rufus…You didn't take him drinking with you?" As soon as she said it, Mrs. Stoppable quickly covered her mouth partly because of how ridiculous the allegation was and partly so that the Rockwaller's wouldn't think she was crazy.
Ron looked around to make sure everyone was watching and whispered to his mother, "Mom, who do you think drove the wagon home?"
A sharp rap on the rear window of the mini van signaled that Rufus was ready to go as he acted as if he were driving and honking his horn. Ron stepped around his mother and made for the side cargo door, "See, I told you."
"Hey Ronald what's in the silver case?"
"Nothing much dad, just 1.7 million dollars and a handgun." Ron responded casually as he slid into the seat next to his sister.
"Hey Kaley, did Rufus do a good job of babysitting?" Ron kissed his sister before closing the van door behind him.
Mrs. Stoppable shook her head and climbed into the front seat of the mini van, "I never know when he's kidding anymore."
"Well if you got that much money in the case it's a good thing you're having us run by Wells Fargo in Upperton." His dad told him as he waived at the Rockwaller's, "We'll meet you at the airport."
The ride to the Wells Fargo bank in Upperton was a quiet one as Ron ran through all of the things he had to do once he returned home to Israel. He was going to move back in with the Oester's for appearances to please both his and Bonnie's parents. He was going to have to report and receive orders at the post in Tulkharm. Then from there he had no idea where he would be headed.
Once the van pulled to a stop Ron picked up his aluminum case full of money and headed inside the bank. A receptionist named Yvonne greeted him as he entered the bank, "Can I help you?"
Ron looked around the large bank cautiously, "Yes, I'd like to open a savings account."
Yvonne picked up her phone desk phone and dialed a number. The Upperton branch of Wells Fargo was large and ornate as you would expect considering that Upperton was the County Seat and the center of commerce in the Tri-County area.
"Hello, I'm Davis McClain I can help you startup that new account if you would just follow me...Mr...?"
"Bacon, George Bacon" Ron said coolly as he followed the man back to his office.
Once inside Mr. McClain a very clean looking man in his late twenties closed the door behind him, "Let's see what kind of account would you like to open with us today?"
Ron looked at the man, "Wow, perfectly groomed fingernails he doesn't work for a living."
"I want to open a savings account and rent a safe deposit box."
"Can I have some form of ID to use so I can get things rolling?"
Ron dug into his wallet and found the correct driver's license, "Here you go I have a Master Card too if you should need it?"
The man looked over Wade's forged driver's license, "No, how about a social security card?"
"I have one." Ron dug around in the wallet and pulled the card out.
"Wow you don't see this very often, both of these look brand new." The man observed as he turned around in his seat and began the process of opening the account.
"I'm very careful with my stuff." Ron said nervously.
"And how much would you like to open the account with?"
Ron fished into his pocket and pulled out a stack of $100 bills and dropped them on the desk, "I think $10,000 should due."
Mr. McClain halted the proceedings and looked at the stack of money, "We have to do a background check on deposits over $1,000...Home Land Security you understand."
He motioned in the air with his left hand in order utilize his mystical monkey power to cloud the man's mind, "You can make an exception in my case."
The sandy haired man in the gray business suit blinked, "I think in your case we can make an exception...I'll get you a cash ticket for the money."
"Thank you" Ron said politely, "Ahhhhhhh the old Jedi mind trick."
Mr. McLain next clapped his hands together momentarily startling Ron, "Now for the fun stuff. Would you like a Visa attached to the account. I show you as having perfect credit. We could give you a line of $10,000?"
"No"
"Christmas Club?"
"No"
"Super Savers Club?"
"No"
"You want just a savings account?"
"Yes"
"OK, well then I'll need a beneficiary in case something should happen to you."
Ron finished out Bonnie's information and handed it to the man.
He looked it over, "Would you like her on the account with you?"
"No"
"What is her relation to you?"
"Fiancée'"
Mr. McClain brightened, "Ah getting married soon. Can we interest you in a pre-approved home mortgage?"
"No"
"Auto loan?"
"No"
"Direct Deposit?"
"No"
"Free Checking?"
"No"
"Please"
"No"
Mr. McClain finished filling out the forms, "What size of safe deposit box do you need?"
He glanced at the case by his feet and began figuring out the correct size. He held up his hands and cautiously said, "One about this big?"
Mr. McClain frowned and then his demeanor brightened, "About a 10"x10"x21", I think will do it. That will run you $70.00 per year."
Ron nodded, "Take it out of the savings account."
"Of course...Who is going to have access to it?"
Ron thought it over, "I better put Bonnie on this because she is a real person. If I put her on this I better not tell her or she's going shopping."
"Just myself and my fiancée'."
The man continued typing as he finished filling out the paper work, "Now it will take just a moment for me to print out the documents to sign and you should be all set."
Ron signed the name George M. Bacon as many times as he was asked before the man once again had him follow him to a different department in the bank. They reached an older woman dressed in a conservative brown business suit, over her shoulders she wore a powder blue sweater to keep warm due to the air conditioning, "This is Ellen and she will help you get into your safe deposit box."
Ron waived, "Hi Ellen"
The woman looked at Ron impassively and then over the paperwork as Ron waive goodbye to Mr. McLain, "Mr. Bacon you will have box 1278. This is your key, do not lose it. There are stiff monetary penalties for lost keys."
Ron nodded his understanding. As the woman produced two cards, "Sign these so we have a record of how your signature will appear should you need to access the box...Good, now initial here stating that I explained to you about lost keys...Good, now you have to sign this paper saying that you have read and understand the privacy act which I have just presented to you. You may take a few moments to read it if you wish."
"No, no...My hands getting tired, can't I just see my big pretty box now?" He asked her as he wiggled his fingers as he tried to restore feeling to them.
"In time Mr. Bacon show a little patience. Now if you will follow me." She told him as she stood up from her desk.
Ron grinned as he followed her inside the bank vault, "Oh man that door must weigh a ton."
"Thirty-three tons to be exact."
Ron looked the woman over, "Wow you must have some pretty big biceps beneath that mousey sweater."
The woman eyed him suspiciously as they came to a dimly lit staircase and walked down into the bowels of the bank, "The Security Guards open and close the vault door."
She took a right hand turn and then a left as they walked down rows of smaller boxes. Ron was suitably impressed, "This is so cool."
She finally came to a halt in front of a gleaming row of large bronze boxes, "Here is your key Mr. Bacon. It takes two to access the box your key and the bank's key."
Ron sat down the case full of money and inserted his key into the lock as Ellen inserted her key, "Turn your key clockwise."
He did as he was told and felt resistance give way as the box was now free of the large rack. "Follow me to a private viewing area."
Ron quickly shoved the Key into his pocket and picked up the case and followed the woman with the empty box to a desk with high dividers that hid the desktop from prying eyes. He settled down in a seat in front of the box before looking up at the woman.
Ellen pointed to the wall with some final instructions before she left Mr. Bacon to his privacy, "When you are ready to replace the box pick up that red phone on the wall and I will return."
He watched her leave the area and when he was sure she was gone quickly opened the empty safe deposit box. Before then turning his attention to the case of money, "It probably would have been smarter to deposit this but...I don't want to answer too many questions."
The urge to begin giggling insanely came to his mind before he fought the urge down as he transferred the money into the box. The stacks of money he piled as tightly as he could insure he would have enough room left for the pistol.
Once the money was in the box he carefully placed the pistol inside so that it would not rattle when the box was being moved. Now Ron just stood and stared at the box of money. The urge to giggle and stroke the money was finally given into. Ron's evil grin came over his face as he stroked the money, "My Precious." He said quietly under his breath.
With great difficulty Ron closed the lid on the box and backed his way to the red phone to make sure the money never left his sight. He picked up the receiver and waited for Ellen to pick up the line, "Yes this is Mr. Stop...Bacon. I'm ready to put the box back."
A short time later Ellen appeared and they repeated the ritual to secure the box. Ron fought the urge to shed a tear as he looked back at the box over his shoulder as he left the vault.
"Mr. Bacon, we have something for you." Mr. McClain said happily breaking Ron out of his self induced trance.
Ron turned to face the man who promptly shoved a box at him, "A free crock pot for new accounts of a $1,000 or more...There's even a cook book inside, it's very nice."
He grinned as he accepted the box, "Now this is really thoughtful, thank you."
"No sir, Thank you for choosing to bank with Wells Fargo."
Ron continued grinning like an idiot, "Can I leave now?"
"Yes sir we're all done here." The man said continuing to grin at Ron.
"Oh...I need to find a Fed Ex place."
"Next door in the Kinko's just to the right of the building." Mr. McLain said as he pointed towards the front doors.
Ron walked as quickly as he could because now he realized that time was running short. He mailed the fake ID, passport, social security card, Master Card, bank papers and safe deposit key to Bonnie's address in Netanya. Once the package was accepted Ron rushed out to the mini van.
"We were wondering what was taking you so long." Mrs. Stoppable scolded him.
"Give this crock pot to Tirza and Monique. It won't work in Israel." Ron said excitedly.
His mother made a face at the box, "You went to a bank to get a crock pot? Is it a good crock pot?"
Ron shrugged, "It better be it cost me ten grand."
The Stoppable's mini van came to rest in a spot as close to the Rockwaller's spot as they could get. Mr. Rockwaller walked up to the driver's side door, "I thought you were going to be late and miss the flight?"
Mr. Stoppable quickly explained the delay as he got out of the van, "Ah Ronald had to do some banking."
Ron wasted no time as he grabbed Rufus and stuffed him in his pocket, took the luggage caddy from Bonnie and quickly began loading her luggage from the open rear hatch. Bonnie made sure her parents were consumed with their conversation, "You were late."
"I got Tirza and Monique a crock pot." He told her as he threw the last piece of luggage on the caddy.
"Oh...OK...Once inside we pretend like we don't know each other?" Bonnie asked once again to make sure she had Ron's plan straight in her head.
Ron nodded as he picked up his three bags, "Yea, I'll get in contact with you once we reach the gate."
Bonnie and Ron hugged their parents and Ron remembered to call Mr. and Mrs. Rockwaller, mom and dad. Then Ron leaned over his baby sister who was still strapped in the baby seat, "You are going to be such a big girl when I see you next." He said playfully as he kissed her forehead.
He smiled as she held her hands out to him and then briefly thought of Mariko and quickly shook the thought away, "Say Ronnie, say Ronnie for me."
Kaley smiled and clapped her tiny hands together and tried to say his name, "Ra, Ra"
Ron laughed and told her, "I'm going to miss you."
"Ronnie are you and Bonnie going to be OK for the flight back?"
He shook his head, "Yea dad, I think we'll be OK."
His dad stepped forward and hugged his son, "You take care and make sure and call us. Collect if you have to."
Mrs. Stoppable stepped forward and hugged him, "You're doing the right thing Ronnie. Bonnie's a nice Jewish girl. You just make sure she keeps me in the loop for the wedding information."
Ron laughed, "I will mom." Then he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "I left a picture of me and Mariko behind the mirror in your bedroom."
She smiled and nodded, "You better get going. Bonnie's already left without you."
He turned and feigned surprise, "Oh, I'll see you guys in December...Bye." Ron picked up his bags and quickly ran towards the doors to enter the airport.
Mr. Rockwaller walked over to Mr. Stoppable, "I don't know why he's running. Bonnie won't go too far. She's not going to deal with her luggage alone."
Mrs. Stoppable smiled, "Well she sure does seem to have a handle on Ronnie."
Joni Rockwaller smiled, "Now if I could only get my other two daughters to find husbands."
Once thru the entry way doors Ron quit hurrying. He and Bonnie worked out a plan to separate and meet at the gate. Each was carrying a lot of money and neither wanted to attract much attention.
Ron stopped in a bookstore and found a magazine about poker and purchased it. Then he approached the security metal detectors. He was just about through the screening process when a woman with a badge stopped him, "What's that in your pocket?"
"Ah keys, wallet, passport?"
"No your leg pocket."
Ron rolled his eyes and pulled out a statuesque Rufus, "It's a stuffed Peruvian Hairless."
"Stuffed huh?"
"Yea" Ron said as he rapped his knuckles hard on a table giving the impression he was beating the table with the stuffed Peruvian Hairless.
Rufus tried hard to remain perfectly still while the woman looked him over, "OK, go on thru."
Ron breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm glad me and Rufus worked on that routine at home "
He made his way to the Northwest Airlines gate and reached it just as Bonnie was leaving the baggage check in. Ron checked his luggage and confirmed his ticket before making his way to waiting area.
Bonnie looked around the room casually before spotting Ron as he took a seat at the other end and began reading his magazine, "No fair, how did he get to go shopping so soon?"
Ron looked up from the magazine and made eye contact with Bonnie. He raised his eyebrows twice and winked at her. Bonnie turned away, "Ah playing hard to get...She taunts me so."
He stood up and walked over to where Bonnie was sitting with her legs crossed letting one of her flip flops dangle from her foot. Ron smiled, "I couldn't help noticing that you are the hottest looking hottie in the whole airport."
"I know" Bonnie said haughtily as she rolled her eyes.
"I...I was wondering if you would mind if I sat down here across from you." Ron said pointing to a seat just in front of her.
"Look loser you're wasting your time. I'm engaged...see." Bonnie said coldly as she showed him her engagement ring.
Ron sat down in the chair, "That's a pretty ring. A man must think a lot of you to give you a ring like that."
Bonnie looked away and smiled, "What's your name anyway loser."
"Darwin, Charles Darwin...Would you like to hear some of my theories?" Ron asked trying to keep a straight face.
"Oh please the whole reanimation of dead human bodies through constant exposure to high voltage electricity...Pathetic."
Ron blinked his eyes, "Uh...I'm not sure but I think you have me confused with Fredrick Von Frankenstein?"
Bonnie did a head flip to remove a strand of hair that was in front of her eyes, "Frankenstein, Darwin, science geek losers."
"Well...Maybe if I work on you a little you may evolve to enjoy my...theories." Ron suggestively implied.
"Work on me huh...I don't think my fiancée' is going to like this." She warned.
"He doesn't have to know everything does he?"
Bonnie smiled and nodded, "He'll insist on knowing, he's very jealous and possessive of me."
Ron began to act nervous as he watched the passengers departing the plane that had just arrived at the gate, "I hope he isn't violently so."
She reached down and picked up her carry on bag, "I think it best we end this conversation. If he should see you talking to me...well...It won't be pretty."
Ron nodded and picked up his bag, "I guess I'll see you on the plane then." He told her as he stood up.
Once the airplane began to load for the flight to New Jersey Ron allowed Bonnie to get in front of him. He followed her on board and stowed his carry on in the overhead bin next to hers before taking a seat next to her, "So far so good ignore each other till we're on the El Al plane headed back to Israel."
They ignored one another until after the plane was in the air for Newark. He carefully reached over and took her hand and gave it a squeeze. Bonnie glanced over towards him, smiled and squeezed his hand as they were now leaving their lives behind in Middleton to begin anew once they reached Israel.
For Rosalyn Cortez it was only her third trip ever to the oval office to brief a president. The events in Colorado had worked their way up the chain of command and now there was going to be hell to pay as the internal investigations were starting to get underway to affix the blame for what had taken place under the government's nose in a national park.
"Rosalyn the President and I go way back. Let me break the ice and then I will cue you in." CIA Director Wellington Sinclair advised the woman who was in charge of the Middle East desk of the agency.
Rosalyn nodded her agreement as they walked into the outer office to be greeted by the president's secretary, "The President is expecting you go right on in."
They walked into the oval office. Rosalyn noted the rich blue carpeting with the seal of the United States very prominently displayed on the floor in the center of the of the office. The President was seated in a large leather chair behind a very impressive looking oak desk. His suit coat hung was thrown over the arm of a nearby couch and his red power tie was draped over the flat panel computer monitor on his desk. He sat in the chair with his sleeves rolled up reading a file, "Wellington what kind of shit storm are we in for now?"
Director Sinclair smiled and motioned for Rosalyn to take a seat in front of the President's desk while he sat next to her just to her left Once seated the CIA Director smiled, "I believe a small on as there are very few living people who have any idea what has happened."
The President looked at the director over the top of his glasses, "How in the hell did this criminal do what he was able to do? Construct a large lair damn near in the center of a National Park."
Director Sinclair opened his brief case, "It appears that he started a dummy company that applied to the Department of the Interior to trim old growth forests and to do some limited excavating work."
"Limited excavating work, the man tunneled out a mountain." The President said incredulously.
"Yes sir, it also appears that money may have changed hands with a few Department of the Interior personnel. I'm not apprised of the full situation as this falls under FBI jurisdiction." Director Sinclair explained.
The President nodded, "Yes, I also have a few complaints from FBI Director Kemp about your assigning Ms. Cortez to the region and placing her in charge. I have soothed the man's ruffled feathers for now. All I can say is that this had better be worth the wait."
Director Sinclair smiled, "I think once you have heard the briefing from Ms. Cortez you see I dispatched the right person for the job."
The President now fixed his gaze at Rosalyn Cortez, "Alright Ms. Cortez let's hear your report."
Rosalyn Cortez opened her own brief case now and withdrew a rather thick folder, "This is all the information I have been able to piece together so far. The investigation is still on going." Rosalyn looked up to make eye contact with the President before she continued her briefing, "On October 9th of last year ALNF a lumber conglomerate based in Brazil petitioned the Department of the…"
The President held up his hand and interrupted her briefing, "Ms. Cortez I am familiar with this part of the investigation. I am curious to know how one Israeli citizen mysteriously shows up in the middle of the night, kills nearly a hundred people, wounds one of Global Justice's top field agents and then vanishes without a trace."
Roslyn took a deep breath and began rifling through her file, "Sergeant Ronald Stoppable of the Israeli Defense Force has been on leave in Middleton, Colorado since we believe mid-May. We are currently investigating how he entered the country. We made an attempt to have him picked up by the FBI for questioning but he eluded capture and from what we can tell fled to Tokyo Japan before once again returning to Middleton, Colorado."
The President held up a hand, "Why were you attempting to have the FBI pick this Mr. Stoppable up?"
Ms. Cortez shifted nervously in her seat, "Mr. Stoppable went missing in Gaza City for nearly a week where he was wounded. Our sources in Israel were investigating claims of strange wounds on many of the bodies that were reportedly dispatched by Mr. Stoppable…We had a natural curiosity about these reports of a mystery weapon and we were also interested in seeing if Mr. Stoppable could be persuaded to serve as an intelligence asset from within Israel."
The President leaned back in his chair and folded his hands together over his face, "This is the same person that the Israeli's listed as missing back in March?"
"Yes sir, the very same." Rosalyn confirmed.
The President sat up straight in his chair, "How many people did the Israeli's estimate he killed during the period he was missing?"
Rosalyn sighed, "The Israeli's aren't positive but they put the number at 70."
"How many did he kill over here?"
"Well we estimate 16 Hamilton Security Personnel, 73 people inside of Mt. McKinney for a total of 89."
The President shook his head, "Explain to me what the angle is with Hamilton?"
Rosalyn took a deep breath, "Well Hamilton so far has been uncooperative. From the information that we have been able to sweat out of our informants alleges that the new head of security in Hamilton had Kim Possible abducted and sold to Candell Mann. Hence we have the connection between Hamilton and Mt. McKinney."
Director Sinclair interrupted the briefing, "Ms. Possible and Mr. Stoppable used to work together as Team Possible. You might remember they prevented a scheme of Dr. Drakken's from coming to fruition a few years back…The giant Diablo toys?"
The President nodded his head, "Creepy looking toys…How soon before we will have Mr. Stoppable detained for questioning?"
"We believe he left the country yesterday traveling under the name Charles Darwin."
The President took off his glasses and began to rub the bridge of his nose, "So what you're telling me this man can seemingly breeze in and out of our country at will? Is Mr. Stoppable working for the Mossad?"
Rosalyn Cortez shook her head, "No sir, we believe that Mr. Stoppable was working independently. There is information coming in from Israel suggesting they are just as curious about him as we are."
The President chuckled and shook his head, "I would say we've reached the stage of becoming much more than curious about this man."
"Yes sir, we have a few of our people on the ground in Israel that will continue to observe Mr. Stoppable and perhaps make contact with him."
The President nodded and then reached to his right towards a stack of papers. He picked one of the papers off the stack and held it up for h is guests to see, "Now another pressing issue, I have Betty Director burning up the lines trying to find out about her personnel. How are our guests doing and what are your recommendations on how long do we keep them?"
Wellington Sinclair grinned, at the President, "Sir we have the Elite agents on ice at the Federal Prison in Fort Leavenworth Kansas and Mr. Du in the Federal Prison in Charleston, Illinois. We plan on liberating the Elite agents within the month. Mr. Du on the other hand will be kept cooling his heels with us for an indefinite time period."
The President nodded his head in agreement, "Have we learned any further details from our guests?"
Rosalyn Cortez shook her head, "So far the only one that has any usable information is Will Du and unfortunately he is obsessed with capturing Ronald Stoppable and bringing him to trial in the World Court for war crimes."
The President began laughing and shaking his head, "I am not happy about any of this mess. We have caught a break since the media hasn't learned what happened…" The President let his thought trail off before pointing at Director Sinclair, "The CIA will let the various agencies with jurisdiction continue the investigation. You will now continue to devote some of your resources into finding out just who this Mr. Stoppable is? I don't believe that anyone just enters this country on a whim kills over 80 people and then leaves the country undetected is working independently."
Director Sinclair nodded his head, "Yes sir, I plan on assigning Ms. Cortez to the job as we speak. She is our resident Mr. Stoppable expert."
Rosalyn Cortez flinched, "Oh no, no, no don't do this to me." She tried hard to conceal her disappointment, "Yes sir"
The two CIA employees wrapped their meeting up with the President. Rosalyn Cortez was in a whirlwind of conflicting feelings as the two entered the limousine for their trip back to Langley. Becoming pigeon holed on such an assignment could drastically alter her career endangering her rise up the chain of command.
"Not to worry Ms. Cortez." Director Sinclair told her as if he was reading her mind. He reached into his brief case and produced a large red folder and handed it to her.
"What's this?"
"That is your ticket to gaining some insight on your assignment. Apparently Global Justice took an interest in your man Stoppable about four years ago. Inside that folder is all the information they collected on him." The Director explained.
Rosalyn Cortez opened the folder, "The Ron Factor. A study of indefinable applications of law enforcement principles based upon the applied application of Chaos Theory…This was written by Dr. Director personally."
"When did we come across this?"
'We may not have many human assets these days but our IT personnel are second to none. This was culled recently during a routine scan of recently requested documents."
Rosalyn looked out the window of the limousine as it made it's way on the congested D.C. streets, "I don't…"
Director Sinclair once again appeared to read the mind of his star pupil, "You will of course continue with your assignment at the Middle East Desk. This is sort of an extra credit assignment to please the President."
"Yes sir"
The Director opened his brief case once again and withdrew a small folder and handed it to her, "This will be running tomorrow in Tri-County Area Suburban Journal."
Rosalyn took the folder and opened it up to see the head line Rockwaller-Stoppable. She lifted an eyebrow as she examined the small black and white photograph of Bonnie seated in front of Ron who was standing behind her in his uniform, "I guess I read the whole Gaza situation incorrectly. I could have sworn Rockwaller was pretending to be Stoppable's fiancée' to gain attention for herself."
She studied the photograph for a bit longer and then continued to read the small article.
"Mr. and Mrs. Elliott Rockwaller of Middleton, CO. are pleased to announce the engagement of their daughter, Bonnie Jean, to Ronald Stoppable, son of Mr. and Mrs. Walter Stoppable of Middleton.
The bride-to-be graduated from Middleton High School in 2007 and is currently studying Hebrew Studies in Netanya Israel.
The future groom graduated from Middleton High School in 2007 and is currently serving in the Israeli Defense Force.
The couple is planning a December wedding in Jerusalem, Israel after which they will honeymoon in Italy."
Rosalyn Cortez closed the folder, "It would appear finding Mr. Stoppable will not be much of a problem."
Early Wednesday morning Mrs. Dr. P. was eating breakfast and leafing through the Suburban Journal when she froze at the picture of Ron and Bonnie that was looking at her from inside the paper. She quickly sat up straight in her chair and read the engagement announcement.
"Hey Hon, what's in the paper that's so interesting today?"
Mrs. Dr. P. looked up at her husband as he poured him self a cup of coffee, "Jim…we may have a problem on our hands?"
Mr. Dr. P. looked up from his coffee, "Big problem don't finish your coffee or small problem it can wait till you finished with your coffee?"
She handed him the newspaper, "I'm not sure what do you think?"
Mr. Dr. P. read the announcement, "Oh boy"
"Yea"
"You better tell her before the twins get a hold of this."
Mrs. Dr. P. quickly stood up and snatched the paper from him, "You're right I didn't think about that."
She quietly walked upstairs so as not to wake up the twins and then up the stairs to Kim's room and softly knocked on the door. There was no answer at first and then she heard a voice tell her to come in.
Kim was struggling to sit up in bed as her mother came into the room, "Hey"
"Sorry to bother you but I figured you would want to know about this." Her mother told her as she handed her the news paper.
Kim turned on the lamp on her nightstand. She read the article and then read it again and frowned, "Wow how weird is this?"
"I thought you would want to know."
"Yea, thanks" She said quietly as she reread the article once again.
Kim read the article a fourth time. This time her left eye twitched twice, "Italy, HA, yea I think Ron had a lot of say in that?"
"Well I hear Italy is nice." Mrs. Dr. P. said softly.
She looked at the photo closely. It appeared to her that Bonnie's smile was really a smirk. She took her thumb and moved it over the Bonnie's face so she wouldn't have to look at her. Kim looked up at her mother, "You know if I move my thumb over Bonnie's face it's not a bad picture of Ron."
Mrs. Dr. P. chuckled, "I never thought of it like that."
The cell phone rang on her nightstand and Kim picked it up, "It's Monique." "She probably wants to tell me about the picture in the paper."
She pressed the receive button, "Hey Mo"
"Kim, Kim, isn't it exciting! Bonnie and Ron got their picture in the paper in the engagement section."
Kim rolled her eyes. She was not really expecting her call to so enthusiastic but wasn't really surprised considering she was engaged also. Kim shook her head and held up a finger to her mother to let her know the call wouldn't last long.
"I seen it and do you know some would find the picture a little disturbing."
"Oh yea sorry" Monique said trying to tone down her excitement.
"Uh Yea" Kim said impatiently.
"How do you think they did it?"
Kim scrunched her nose up, "Sorry?"
"You know got their picture in the paper. I want to see me and Tirza's picture in the paper under engagements."
She sighed and shook her head, "Can't help you there Mo. It's not like I've ever been engaged."
"It says Ehlman Photography on the picture. I bet if we go get our picture taken together they can put it in the paper."
Kim shrugged her shoulders, "I guess."
"TIRZA get up we're going to get our picture taken."
"Woman it is not even eight o'clock."
"If we're getting married in Israel then we are getting our picture in the paper. Now get up."
She heard some rustling and then a gasp and some giggling, "You've got a morning stiffie…Well we can't let that go to waste."
Kim hung up and flipped the tiny cell phone onto her nightstand before turning to look at her mother, "Is it me or has the whole world just gone crazy."
Onward now to story 4 of this series, "Knights of Zion"