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It wasn’t that big a deal at first, this whole saving the world thing she had decided to do. It had, after all, started with nothing more than a babysitting website and the sort of creative advertising that only a pre-teen could think up. But after that first accidental mission, saving that millionaire and his assistant from that over-the-top vault, people had taken notice of this pre-teen and her website claiming she could do anything. People took notice, but no one really believed her.
Nothing for a perfectly responsible and properly concerned pair of parents to worry about. And they were geniuses, so they knew what they were talking about.
It wasn’t that big a deal at first, just a fairly standard babysitting job with a little more media coverage. A standard babysitting job with a high-profile state politician and his wife as her clients while they spent a few days in Middleton on his campaign tour. Apparently his campaign manager thought entrusting his kids to the care of a fairly famous local wonderchild would improve his ratings.
Well he wasn’t wrong.
It wasn’t that big a deal when the young girl, Kimberly Anne ‘Call me Kim,’ Possible, showed up in front of the hotel the high-profile couple was staying at unattended on a pink bicycle because her mom was stuck in a surgery and her dad was already running late on his way to pick up her brothers from daycare. She was used to being a latch-key kid and this really was a small, sleepy, sorta town so most kids her age biked themselves everywhere. The couple wasn't sure how to feel about it all but they couldn't find it in them to argue when she smiled big and bright and with a shrug of her shoulders "It's no biggie."
So really there was nothing out of the ordinary. They met with the town's mayor and his wife accompanied by other local officials at the town's most high-end restaurant and were seated with little fuss. The food was good, even if not really quite what they were used to. The mayor was young but well versed in modern events and toed the line between liberal and conservative admirably, even if he seemed to be taking most of his cues from small unspoken signals from his wife who for all intents and purposes seemed perfectly content to sit beautiful and quiet at her husband's side unless spoken to. All in all, it was looking to be a good night with the journalists and photographers floating about unable to find anything to really complain about or dig their claws into.
Then the call happened. The hotel the couple had taken a suite at employed a private company to run their security system. It was world-renowned, operated on an international level and quoted as the best of the best. And they were calling in the middle of their very public -political- dinner to inform the couple that unknown assailants had made it past the security systems and stationed guards and made their way to the suite with the children and their babysitter.
It's all a bit of a blur from there. The rush to get ahold of local law enforcement, calls to the main branches of the hotel and the company they employed are made by the mayor and his wife or delegated to their own people while the politician does his best to talk his wife down from storming into the building and grabbing their children herself are all recorded in shaky video footage, hand held recorders and blurry candid photos.
Before the local law enforcement is able to muster a proper task force, bring in a specialist to try and negotiate with the kidnappers, they get another call. The Possibles -each holding a wide-eyed toddler- and the politician - still holding back his near rampaging wife- stop when they’re told the babysitter is on the phone. All of the kids are safe. When they finally send officers in to extract the children and arrest the would-be kidnappers the news crews are right on their heels. The next morning will show footage of the politician and his wife holding their crying children tight and the Possibles fussing over a girl no older than 13, back straight and head held high as she relays her story to the officer in charge of taking the children’s statements.
Reporters will hound the Possibles and police officers about the girl who is the only one, besides their mother, able to calm the children enough to talk to the police and holds each one as they give their statements the best they can for kids under 9 years old. This girl who smiles big and tired at the politician and shrugs with a sheepish grin and flushed cheeks when his wife gushes their appreciation, shrugging off the shock blanket each time one of her parents or a paramedic tries draping it over her shoulders.
By the end of the week the name Kim Possible is turning the heads of people who think maybe this little girl is on to something when she says that she can do anything.