Honeymoon Hijinks: Chapter 7

I.

"AGENT DU!"

Will Du jerked, his booted feet tangling as he tried to pull them from their crossed position on the desk. He hit the floor with a loud thud. Clambering to his feet, he scrambled into a position of attention. "Ma'am?"

Dr. Director stormed around her desk, her one eyed glare prompting Du to move ahead of her, finally stopping in front of the desk, snapping back to attention.

Dr. Director, leaning on her clenched fists, took a deep breath. "What the hell did you think you were doing?" She finally hissed.

"Ah, Ma'am?" Du kept his eyes firmly on a spot six inches above his superior's head.

Dr. Director collapsed back into her plush executive throne. Gripping it's arms she glared at her "top" agent. "I'm gone for a single week, one stinking week and what do I find when I get back?"

"I..."

"A one hundred and fifteen pound package of soon to be walking explosives!" Betty snarled. "Would you care to explain to me why Miss Possible is in our best quest room, drugged and bound?"

"I..."

"No? Then how about explaining what Mr. Stoppable is doing in Monte Carlo with a completely untrained companion?"

"I..."

"You were supposed to assign an experienced agent to Stoppable!" Betty shouted. (An objective observer might have said screamed) "Do you have any idea how pissed Possible is going to be when she wakes up? And if anything has happened to Stoppable...." Betty's voice trailed off as she stared at the ceiling and shuddered. She whirled back to Du. "Well? What have you got to say for yourself?" She began pacing back and forth behind her desk. "Do you..."

Agent Du swallowed, "I..."

"Don't interrupt me!" Dr. Director snarled. "I have enough problems without your babbling. What am I going to do about this." Will remained silent. "Answer me!" Shouted Betty.

"I..."

"Shut up! You've caused enough trouble. Now get down to the living quarters, you can have the privilege of explaining to Possible what's going on when she wakes up."

"I..."

"OUT!"

II.

Ron Stoppable woke with the largest smile of his life on his face. "Man, what a dream, if I just don't open my eyes, maybe I can go back." Squirming back into the mattress, his happy thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of weight. "Rufus, I am putting you on a diet." In spite of his best efforts Ron's brain began functioning. "Rufus, when did you get a twin? Rufus?" Ron cautiously cracked one eye. "OK, four poster bed, could have sworn the bed in the honeymoon suite had a canopy. How did I get..." His single open eye rolled, sliding past two dark examples of bed head before coming to a panicked halt. "I did not see that, I did not. I'll open my other eye and the nightmare will be gone. Right." Ron cautiously opened both eyes, staring at the ceiling. He lowered his eyes. His arms involuntarily clenched.

"Ummm, Ron chan." A light kiss touched his right shoulder.

"Ohhh, Monkey boy, why didn't you tell me you could swing like that." A damp tongue licked his left chest. With an image of red hair and enraged emerald eyes flashing before his eyes, Ron collapsed back into darkness..

III.

The kneeling group looked at the floor.

"Hirotaka."

"Sensei?"

"Where is your student?"

"She left."

"I see. And these? Your assistants? I believe you are four short?"

"Infirmary, Sensei."

"And how did that happen?"

"They...that is to say we..."

"Yes?"

"Possible Sama...ahh...decided to forgo the ceremony. We thought she should stay."

"Strange, I did not see Possible san at the ceremony."

"She...convinced me she didn't need to."

"Ah." The old master paused, if his students had looked up, they would have seen a twinkle. "Perhaps you should see to your students. And Hirotaka?" The old master stood, turning to leave.

"Master?"

"You might want to put some ice on that."

Hirotaka's knees clenched in reaction. "How...?"

IV.

Dr. Betty Director pinched the bridge of her nose. "Oh God, today just keeps getting better and better. I could have waited until tomorrow to check my messages, I was on vacation, but noooo...good ol' responsible Betty. I am so going to bitch slap myself."

While watching the monitor, she had taken two calls, one from Mrs. Dr. Possible, wanting to know when her daughter would be home. The second from Wade Load, informing her that he couldn't locate Stoppable.

She winced as she watched another door teeter and fall inwards under a red headed furies assault. "There goes the housekeeping budget for the next two quarters." She reached to turn down the volume as two GJ agents ran screaming from the room. "On the bright side, after Du woke up, she did give him an atomic wedgie. He really has to learn to keep his mouth shut. Telling her she might not be an 'amateur' anymore while staring at her chest. He's lucky she just cold cocked him. Of course, he wouldn't be needing ice if he hadn't woke up and tried to restrain her after she took his uniform."

She sighed, "Might as well face the music." Dr. Director reached over with barely trembling fingers, activating a concealed 'you are here' map across from the room Kimberly had just entered. "There, that will lead her right to me. That's a good thing...right?"

V.

Ron rubbed the back of his neck as he turned the doorknob of the honeymoon suite. He shuddered. "When am I gonna learn, when? You'd think after the Seniors, but I have to open my big mouth. 'We'll straighten it out when we get back home" We! I had to say 'We'. Now I've got two women planning to set up housekeeping. Kim is sooo gonna blame me! And it isn't my fault!"

He eased the door open, then blinked. A smile spread on his face. "Why Mo', honey. How'd you know to meet me here?"

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Can GJ survive? Can our hero survive? Stay tuned, next chapter may get bloody. LOL