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Moving Onwards	By : PatPat Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female > Kim/Ron Views: 6723 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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KP: Moving On
Field Training Exercise
By Pat Squared

FOUR YEARS LATER.

Kim Possible was livid.

The rational side of Kim’s mind would be the first to admit that the basis for her anger was totally irrational, but she was irritated still the same.

For the first time in her life, the pout, trembling lips, and puppy dog eyes routine did not work.

The greatest weapon passed down by generations of O’Conner females down to Kim Possible through her mother the former, Anne Shannon O’Conner did not work.

It was like an atom bomb not being able to destroy a house of cards at ground zero.

Instead of going to law school with her, Ronald was off at some FLETC (Federal Law Enforcement Training Center) place in Glynco, Georgia.

It was some place so small it does not even the post office seemed to know where it was.

Ronald went off to play cop.

He turned out Dr. Director’s invite to Global Justice to join the US Marshal Service.

It seemed that Ron was starting to think he is Wyatt Earp or Doc Holiday now.

Kim rolled over, smelled Ron’s familiar scent on a pillow, and threw it off the bed in a fit of anger.

DAMN HIM!

Why did he have to leave the safe and secure world of restaurant management where he worked a steady shift in a safe environment?

A career in law enforcement was for type A personalities like her, not a boy who had to be constantly seduced by his girlfriend to study.

Men and guns, one of her most liberal former psych professors called them phallic symbols and state that men who go into law enforcement or the military do so because of psychological castration and need the gun to reinforce their manhood.

PSYCHOLOGICAL CASTRATION MY ASS!

The last time they cuddled was definitive proof that Ron definitely was not castrated, physically or psychologically.

Ron was no longer the shy little boy who freak out over everything. Four years of being Kim’s lover gave him more confidence. The only thing he still was afraid of was monkeys, especially those ninja moneys of Monkey Fist, which occasionally still spied on Ron.

She remembered the last time she and Ron went to the zoo.

It took the pout to get him to even visit the zoo.

It took all the tricks that she learned over the years to drag Ron through the primate exhibit.

Maybe she would call Ron and tell him that if he didn’t come back, she would adopt a monkey. That should keep him from running off.

With that thought and a smile, Kim slipped to a very short, shear white-silk kimono that Ron got her went they went to visit Master Sensei in Japan last summer.

Kim remembered the traditional Japanese bath house and how she just had to scrub down her dirty, filthy lover-boy. It had been a couple weeks since she had an opportunity to sneak down and saw Ron.

The instructors at Yamanouchi ran off the last of the baby fat and gave him an impressive set of abs and fascinating network of muscles on his lean frame. The memory was too much for Kim not to play with herself, again.

BONNY ROCKWALLER, YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU LOST WHEN YOU DIS’ MY MAN BACK IN MIDDLETON HIGH.

Kim's finger speed up as she recalled the hot springs incident. Ron Stoppable took the last of her virginities that summer night and got Kim over her anal hangup. Now she did not know which hole he would take at any moment. Cunt or ass...that was a question that Kim knew required a lifetime of field testing.

Afterwards, Kim went into the freezer to see what Ron left behind for breakfast.

She spotted something appetizing and crossing her finger placed the Tupperware container in the microwave remembering just in time to loosen the lid.

Four years of Ron personally tutoring her in the kitchen and all she ever mastered was how to place one of Ron’s precooked meals and turn on the microwave without triggering a mini-mushroom cloud.

Kim was getting ready to fly down there and give Ron the ultimatum.

No. Kim could never stay angry with Ron.

Ron supported Kim and she would him.

She tutored him and help him max out his LSAT (Law School Admission Test) score and he tried (in vain) to teach her how to make toast without setting off a five alarm fire.

Maybe after a while Ron would wise up and go to law school. If he wanted to lock up the bad guys, he could always work for the US Attorney General’s office.

The Kimunicator rang.

Maybe it was Ron. Looking down at the screen, she saw a familiar dark face.

“What’s the stitch, Wade?”

Kim knew that Wade only bugged her if there was a serious emergency. The Tweebs were now doing Kim’s old job even better than Kim ever done herself.

PLEASE DON’T LET IT BE THE TWEEBS.

Kim didn’t want to be the one to break the news to mom and dad that her brothers were hurt on the job.

“Kim! Drakken ...”

Drakken was securely locked up while he was awaiting sentencing.

Kim let out a small sigh of relief. Then she knew that Global Justice wanted her to do just one more mission.

Then there will be another and another until she would be hooked back on the payroll.

It was hard to cut loose the first time. Now there was no way she was ever going back.

Anger was infused into her voice.

“Number one, Ron and I are retired from Global Justice.

"Number two, Ron is taking the advanced playing cop course down in some place called Glynco in Georgia. Besides, the Tweebs are driving our old friends crazy. Even Duff is turning in his retirement papers and giving up golf.”

Kim could see Wade typing furiously away on his keypad.

“No problem. It’s a simple mission right up Ron’s alley. Drakken lost his final appeal. The judge will announce the decision tomorrow afternoon. Even though Shego underwent behavior modification, the authorities are afraid that someone will try to break him out. He did put up the twenty million dollar reward and there have been two attempts to collect.”

“No Wade. I got ...”

“Kim, let me speak.”

The young man sighed.

“Ron is already part of the prisoner transport detail. It was not his call or even the call of the Marshal Service, but Global Justice pulled their strings. That is fixed and no one can change that right now. The marshal service will issue Ron his credentials tomorrow morning and assign him to the detail. Dr. Director just needs someone from Global Justice who knows how to handle Drakken for the few hours it take to ship him to the nearest black hole.

“In return, you get a tax-payer funded seven days and six nights on an undisclosed tropical island alone with Ron. The first flight back is in a week and I reserved you a spot in a five star hotel. Think of it as an early pre-engagement present. I guarantee that you will have him pop you the ring.”

“Anything else, you shouldn’t tell me?”

Kim knew that Wade played her on this one. She had to remain strong or she would end up back on the payroll and that would serious cut into her Ronnie time.

“Ron is trying to telepathically send you the pout until you say yes. He is the one who pushed for you to be on this one with his bosses at Justice once he got shanghaied. He said that seeing Drakken permanently put away would be a fitting close.”

“OK, I get the message! I was going done to Georgia for the graduation. Five bucks says that the first world Ron is going to say is ‘BOOYAH’ the second you tell him that I broke down.”

“No bets, Kim. I kind of like to keep my cash on me a little while longer.”

FOUR HOURS LATER

Ronald Dean Stoppable was pacing up and down the terminal wondering if KP would still recognize him.

Since Deputy US Marshals guarded some of the worlds worse felons who did nothing but worked out all day, deputy marshals had to buff up too. Ron managed to pack twenty-five pounds of muscle and lose the flabbiness gained from taste testing all those nacos and other delicacies he invented. Although he was not as buff as he was during that incident back in high school, he was bigger than he ever been naturally. All his old clothes no longer fit properly and all the time on the outdoor ranges significantly darken his skin.

Ron knew that the hot looking girls were now attracted to him.

When and his classmates hosted a cold one at the local bar, he fended the girls off with the lie that he was already engaged. He was in a way already married to a certain redhead.

Ron wondered if the old tree-house was still there and who is now playing in it. He wondered if Kim melted the microwave again tying to cook a meal.

Ron wondered if Kim still loved him after the six month separation.

Kim snuck down a couple weekends and he snuck up back to upstate New York deadheading on JPATS flights, but it wasn’t like he was home all the time.

Would things still be the same?

For the tenth time this afternoon, Ron reached into his pocket and pulled out a small jewelry box.

Ron was going to make the understanding he had with KP official. He owned it to Kim who stuck by his side, even when he decided to change majors from restaurant management to pre-law studies and public administration enraging everyone back in Middleton.

Opening the box, he looked down on the ring that he had custom made for the occasion.

He planned this day with great care. He was going to make the understanding he had with Kim official before man and God.

Carefully closing the box, he scanned the crowd in the terminal.

It was September and students were returning to college and others were returning from vacation.

He and his fellow students were on the final field training exercise trailing an instructor playing the role of a fugitive. Unlike other such training events, they were out in the field around civilians who did not know that there was an FTX, or field training exercise, happening in their midst. The pistols were specially modified GLOCK 17’s firing FX simulation rounds. Upon impact, they left a nasty welt and bright red splatter.

“Heads up. Cute redhead gate 21. Five-four, one-ten, green eyes and tight jeans. Great body, perky tits, nice ass. I think I’m in love and want to see if I can score some digits.”

The voice hissed from Ron’s flesh-toned earpiece. It was Miguel Cortez, Ron's 'partner' and former NYPD officer with an overactive libido and a track record of finding needles in a haystack.

Ron wanted to yell at Miguel to keep focus.

Ron was the team leader for this exercise and if the team messed up, he would be the first to lose his balls on the chopping block.

The description was all too familiar and Ron bit down of a chuck of home sickness. He could almost smell Kim hair and taste her strawberry nipples.

He has to shake off the image of Kim and him playing hide the sausage. He wanted to hold her again and make her moan his name.

Glancing over at gate 21, Ron spotted the confused redhead.

It was too far to get a good look at the redhead, but then he spotted the instructor.

The instructor was too close to the redhead for Ron’s comfort.

“Miguel, I spotted the big one, right next to the redhead. I’ll do the approach. Be ready to back me up if I screw up the take down, everyone else is play crowd control. Mr. Cortez, don’t you dare harm a hair on the redhead or hit on her.”

“But she looked at me first.”

“Miguel! Keep your pecker in your pocket and your mind in the game or I will serve you your balls for your appetizer tonight. Five to four our target has ESP?"

Static hissed in Ron's earpiece. "ESP?"

"An extra sneaky ploy. He have one ready if we don’t lay him out fast.”

Ron walked towards the redhead. It was Kim and he could not help but give her the goofy smile.

“KP!”

The redhead turned towards him, dropped her bags, and jumped into his arms. With a ferocity fueled by months of separation, Kim smothered him with kisses.

“KP!” Then Ron quiet whispered, “Wait one second. I’m still on the clock.”

“But ...”

Ronald silenced her with a gentle kiss on her lips.

The instructor tensed up but then seeing young lady attack her boyfriend, figured that the muscular, blond just looked like one of his students and visibly relaxed. It was the signal that Ron was waiting for.

“One second and we will all the time in the world. Wait right here.”

Ron kissed her again on the lips and smiled.

Suddenly, Ron took two steps and tackled the man with all the ferocity of the star Oakland Raider linebacker going to nail the star Kansas City Chief quarterback with the intention of sending the quarterback into permanent retirement.

Ron professionally bounced the target right into a nearby wall making sure to bounce the target’s head and making him see more stars than on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

“US Marshal. US Marshal.”

Five trainees with guns came running and screaming in as Ron slapped the cuffs on the dazed instructor. Ron pulled out a GLOCK with a blue slide, removed the magazine, cleared the chamber, and dropped it into a Ziploc bag.

“Christ Ron, you killed him!”

Kim shrieked wondering what got into the man she loved. Ron was busy hauling up the large, pock-face man unto his feet.

Miguel and two other trainees moved towards the trio with guns drawn.

“Eduardo Castillo, you hare under arrest for unlawful flight to avoid prosecution for performing lewd and un-Christian acts involving the corn dogs served in the cafeteria. It looks like you are going to be circumcised by a blind rabbi tonight. Fugitive in custody, guys. Holster your GLOCKS before you really start scaring the tourists. Miguel, Veronica, Stan take Mr. Castillo back to base. I got to calm down a hysterical witness. Meet you in half an hour or so.”

Ron dispassionately searched the groin of his suspect and worked his way down the legs removing a folding knife and handcuff key.

“Just to make sure, take Mr. Castillo to the restroom and run a strip search and double check his cloths. We all know Mr. Castillo escaped the last crew that tried to cuff him. Do not forget the cavities. Be very thorough and triple check.”

Mr. Castillo visibly winched at the word cavities.

The trio holstered their side arms and hauled Mr. Castillo away as he screamed bloody murder about civil rights violations and lawsuits.

“KP.”

“Ron, how could you almost kill that man?”

“Kim, it was an exercise. That man was my boss, Eddy Castillo, Glynco’s number one executioner, failed half my class in the first couple weeks.

“Mister Barkin bad side and my boss’ good side were spawned in the same lab dish. It was my final training exercise and if I didn’t nail him, he would have grabbed a hostage and then I would have to shoot him and then go through a mock shooting investigation and tactical board hearing. I wouldn’t get out until three in the morning. I would be damned if he grabbed you. Besides, it is not often, I have an opportunity to beat up my boss in front of my girlfriend and earn and brownie points for it.”

Ron hugged his girlfriend, careful to place his arms around Kim’s waist so she would have to wrap her arms around his shoulders.

He knew that she barely accepted the fact that he would be the living embodiment of the motto, ‘Have Gun, Will Travel!’

Despite growing up with a father and two brothers who hunted, Kim Possible was uncomfortable around firearms. The one time Mr. Possible tried to teach Kim about firearm safety, she freaked and since then she had a strong aversion to anything that went bang.

Ron didn’t want her to accidentally feel his pistol in the small of his back.

Yes, somehow the two managed to beat the villains without resorting to lethal force, but now things are so bad the even that Global Justice was rapidly phasing out teen agents because they could not carry or use firearms on the job.

Ronald shooed the dark thoughts asides.

He could not get caught up in the ‘what-ifs’ anymore. Looking into the familiar green orbs, he knew that Kim was still scared.

The speech he practiced wouldn’t cut it. Thinking fast, Ron went on instinct, hugged her, kissed her, and whispered:

“I love you so much that I don’t know what I’ll do if anything happens to you. Please don’t hate me when I act to protect you, I’ll die if you do.”

Kim could not believe what Ron was saying. She knew that Ron loved her, but now she knew that Ron would throw everything away even his life, just to make sure that she was safe. He was showing her a side that no one else would ever see, a private side that only she would know.

“KP, I can not image a lifetime without you. I want to be the father of our children, to be there when we kick our last fifteen hundred dollar tax deduction off to college with glee, be there to outrageously spoil our grandkids, and be there when we are old and incontinent and fighting over the dentures. Will you marry me?”

Despite the light tone in his voice, Kim could see that Ron was scared. Even a troop of wild monkeys were not a scary as this moment was to Ron. Her lover was trembling and on the verge of emotional collapse.

She was afraid to say anything.

Therefore, Kim answered the question with a kiss, and a second, and a third.

“Abuela de Batman! Forget that, Jesus, Maria, y Josef! Are you two loco en los cocos? Ronny the Wolf-man finally chased down the elusive Lil’ Miss Red Riding Hood that he has been bragging about and whacked Eddy Castillo the Infamous Axeman of Glynco at the same time. I want to find out how you mastered claming down good-looking, hysterical, female witnesses.”

Miguel had a way of butting in at the wrong moment, gibbering like Rufus, on an extra cheesy naco high, but Ron didn’t care about anything the lanky Puerto Rican said. The only person that was in the crowed terminal was Kim.

“What is the answer, KP?” Ron had to get a definitive answer.

“One condition,” Kim whispered, “Plenty of honey and sausage."

"I would not want it any other way KP."
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