A/N: I'm certain this has been done before. I will say more at the end of this chapter regarding the two main characters. I'm sure people could imagine Gaz as an assassin with a cover job of being a graphics designer for games. I know that wouldn't come to any surprise. I'm feeling this story out as I write another out on the side. Gaz will be in her 20's in this story. Gir and Dib will show up in later chapters along with another Irken on the way. It really is hard to summarize a story correctly.
Also it is fairly obvious that I don't own Invader Zim.
Crouching in an unused apartment above her strike, she already removed the hardwood plank in the flooring to access the grate below, and below that she spotted her victim sleeping very peacefully on his back with his mouth fully open as he snored with his hand on his rotund belly. Not caring at all about him just for the money she will receive for this job, she moved her equipment silently in position before lowering the wire down carefully next to his ugly mouth.
Wire down, her eyes and face showed no expression as she administered the thick traceless poison down. She could see it going down easily before the idiot bastard twitched just letting it touch the side of his face making his eyes fly open and see something was immediately wrong. One eye slightly squinting close, she instantly grabbed her gun with a silencer already placed on it, and instantly made a run for it. Running out of the apartment door, she made her way quickly down the stairs instantly kicking his door open finding him with his own gun poised at the ready, but not ready enough when she shot it out of his hand before shooting at his stomach making him fall down heavily to the ground.
He was gasping already probably from his over exertion rather than the gunshot wound as he stared up at her face. "Why?" He wondered fear marked in his eyes.
She didn't care, this was her job as she instantly aimed her gun right in his neck watching as the blood came spilling out. She never done a messy job before. She wasn't happy even as she took another shot to his forehead before taking a picture for the employer. Grunting, she turned abruptly knowing she left no DNA evidence on those bullets, or fingerprints. She was careful at all times even as she shut the door behind her to the small apartment complex and left after retrieving all her equipment and restoring the upstairs apartment's floors the way they previously looked.
At home, after sending the picture off to the employer on a secured channel, and getting her money she brought out her rum as her date for the night. She sat on the couch watching a classic movie about mobsters, but not really paying attention to it as she wolfed down her drink. She had no one in her life, and no one ever came over unless it was her next door neighbor, other than that she preferred being alone. Having no noise around, although at times she missed one bit of noise. A noise she didn't want to think about at the time.
In the afternoon, she went about her daytime job which mostly was her cover, while sitting on her couch with an open box of pizza next to her. It really was too easy of a job for her, a job that she called a vacation more than anything. Hearing the phone ring, she answered it after looking at the I.D.
"Yeah, Bill?"
"Oh my god! What you did improved the performance and graphics! You are a brain child. You have a talent kid. You do." Came Bill's enthusiastic voice over the line.
She rolled her eyes at him. "Yeah, great."
"I wanted to tell you this over the phone instead of email. You always deserve a pat on the back. You are amazing, kid."
Bill was way too happy for his own good. She wondered if he would do anything wrong in his life to the point that a hit would be placed on him? Suddenly she daydreamed about how she would go about killing him. Fuck, she was a sociopath. "Thanks, Bill. Is there anything else?"
"Yeah, one day I would love for you to work in the office, but I believe this a workable progress for you. This is your way. Anyhow, kid, I look forward to seeing more. Toodles."
She rolled her eyes at the dead line before hearing her computer in her private office. She knew that sound. It was a sound that made this laptop of hers the ignored middle child all of a sudden as she got up to go to her office, and pull up an incoming job file. This job provided a wicked smile to form on her lips, and it wasn't because of the money, it was because of the person. She accepted the job right away making her instantly leave the house to check out the location, and the strike as well.
She only needed a few days to do her observations and was pleased that the strike lived in a house further away than anyone else. Always made it easier and this time she did honestly want this very personal as she snuck in to the house with her weapon at the ready. He didn't have any pets nor any roommates or even was attached. Well he was repulsive, she thought as she neared the bedroom only to have to stop when a tall lanky looking figure showed up right in front of her with their weapon drawn, which didn't stop her from drawing hers to him. It was obviously a him by the body shape. She was pissed that someone else was there as they both moved away from the bedroom, mostly by her casual movements to the point she finally noticed his face.
"Zim?" She hissed whispered at him.
"Lies. I have no idea who this, Zim is." He hissed whispered back to her.
Rolling her eyes, she grabbed his gun away without issue, took his arm, and dragged him far away from the bedroom bringing him down into the kitchen. Once down there and with a little light more on her, she crossed her arms at him. "You were always a bad liar, Zim."
He obviously wanted to take his time studying her before actually speaking to say, "Gaz-human?"
"Why are you here, Zim? And my name is simply, Gaz." Annoyed now she realized why her job went to hell the last time, it was showing something else. Something bad. "You are here to kill him also for a job."
"I am here for money. He owes me money." Zim lied lamely.
Getting close to him she thought it was laughable that he wore that knit cap instead of a ski mask to cover his massive amount of green on his body, but that didn't make her eyes go wide. "You are the Green Greenster. What a stupid name for you. Why that name?"
"That is the moniker they gave me." Zim defended, before almost yelling out. "Ummm I don't know what you mean."
Pinching the bridge of her nose, she had to keep them both whispering. "You aren't being paid this much for this job compared to me. Yes, I know how much you get paid. I've been in this business far longer than you to know."
Blinking down at her in thought, he was curious. "Is this why you left a couple years early before you had to graduate? Also what is your name?"
Coming so close, her front was brushing against his own, she whispered her moniker out to him before stepping back. "I won't say why I left especially not here."
"Man, you get paid a crap load of money. Why did you accept this job?"
"Because they know I hate this guy with a passion." She honestly said before giving him a sly grin. "How about this, you let me kill him, and I will give you the money. Trust me it would make me really happy."
"Enough for an actual smile?" Zim ventured.
Raising her eyebrow up, she asked, "You want me to scare small children?"
He shrugged at that. "How do I know you would give me the money after?"
"Because this is a favor I will never overlook in a million years."
Zim kept thinking about it as he examined the demon in front of him before a smile formed. "Fine, but after I need a drink, and I'll pay if you join me."
Normally she loved drinking alone, but seeing she got to do this job and didn't care for the money right now, she took his arm. "Come on then. Let us watch a slow agonizing death happen in front of us. I don't like doing it with guns. I love untraceable mostly." Turning to glance back at him. "Here is a hint, the more you do it that way, the more higher your income gets."
Winking, they went back into the bedroom where she watched the pig have his mouth open right now. Bringing out her poison, she walked over quietly and dropped it into his mouth where he immediately started to smack his lips a few times before swallowing as she stepped back near Zim. They were quiet as they watched his breathing change and his eyes flew open as panic set in. The strike gasped and groped around before he spotted them. Mostly her.
"Guess you will never be number one again, eh Iggins?" Gaz asked softly as a smirk formed and her camera came out. "Don't bother calling out, you can't."
Zim watched in fascination as Iggins body went into spastic fits before drool came out as his tongue followed suit before he was no longer moving any longer. As much as he hated germs and other things, he didn't mind the beauty in some violent acts as he watched her take her pictures and send it.
Turning to face him, she came over. "Do you know the Red Falcon?" He nodded. "Okay then, I'll meet you there."
Walking into the bar, he expected her to be at the counter, but she was at one of the farther booths wearing her hair down this time instead of the knit cap she had on. He figured to hide that noticeable trace of purple hair of hers. She even still wore that skull pendant of hers. She did mature in her face since she lost most of the baby fat, but her deceptive delicate features must make people think she was this delicate flower along with that petite figure. He almost laughed knowing her deadly nature first hand.
Waiting for him to sit down, she leaned forward to whisper, "You will notice I transferred money to you."
"How did you figure out my account?" He looked at her suspiciously.
"Zim, I have my ways and it is all untraceable." Leaning back in her seat, she took him in. "How tall are you now?"
"6' 5" now and no I'm not trying to take over the planet anymore." He answered.
Not wishing to tell him he was much too bad at doing it, she decided to spare him. "Yeah to do that and then realizing you have to babysit everyone, it would be like babysitting nothing but, Gir's."
Shuddering, he spotted a waitress coming over. "Now that you put it that way, it would be like that. Ugh."
"Heya Lacey. Who is this cute guy?" The waitress wondered.
"Maggie. Zim. Zim. Maggie. I came across a high school reunion tonight so I thought what the hell." Gaz replied watching how Maggie's eyes roved over Zim openly.
Zim was confused by the attention as he raised his hand up to say hello to her.
"What will you both have?" Maggie asked.
"A Cadillac with a side of Sex on the Beach." Gaz told her.
"Sex on the beach? Why, when you have him with you?"
"Yeah, he and I are nothing like that with one another." Gaz waved her hand in the air to despell that mental image out of her head.
"Rum and coke and I wouldn't mind trying a Cadillac." Zim ordered.
"All right, cutie. I will get your orders right away. Be right back." Winking at Zim, Maggie sauntered away.
Giggling as softly as possible, Gaz looked at Zim's perplexed expression. "No one paid you a compliment before?"
"No, not really. I'm cute?" Zim felt stupid asking her of all humans, but he wanted to know.
Shrugging, Gaz really never thought of it except for possibly one time. "You look better as yourself instead of in that disguise."
"Also she called you Lacey. Why?"
Leaning forward once again, she answered him. "Because I don't go by my given name so in public call me that, but if we meet in private again you can call me by my given name."
"Why?" Watching her lean back, she shut her eyes after he watched her shield herself.
Gaz remained quiet even after the drinks came as they both drank in silence until a guy came up to hit on her. It wasn't anything new to her, but it was still irritating just the same.
"Hey sweetheart. Why don't you dump this here ugly loser and come home with me. I'll show you a gooooooddddddd time in the sack." The overly hairly man said with a kissing sound at the end.
Zim narrowed his eyes up at the man about to say something until Gaz spoke up. "He may seem so different to you, but I will say one thing." Reaching across, she placed her hand on Zim's. "My man is astounding in bed because of his amazing package. There are times I can't walk for days." Looking up at the hairy guy, she scowled. "I suggest you scram right now."
Zim heard the man mutter out a derogatory term to her before he made his exit. "Package?"
"Another way of saying you have a huge penis, Zim." Removing her hand, she continued drinking.
"But you don't know."
"Oh? But I thought you were the all mighty Zim. I thought that is what you were referring to for all these years."
Zim saw her wink before she smiled. It was a small smile, but it was decent enough. Seeing that waitress always winking at him each time she passed, he just felt confused. "Why does she keep winking at me?"
"Two reasons; Better tips or she is interested in you. Haven't you been curious enough to want to date outside your own species?" Watching him fidget, she shook her head. "Don't worry, I wasn't gonna tease you." Looking at the time, she pursed her lips. "I have to get the hell out of here. Nice seeing you again. You'll see your money when you check it online. Thanks for the drinks."
Afraid to touch her hand and afraid to say her real name loud out loud, Zim asked, "Will we be seeing one another again?"
"Doubtful. As it is I prefer to be alone. Less chance of something undesirable." Gaz waved at Maggie before leaving through the door.
Zim just sat there nursing his last drink knowing why he didn't ask her a lot of questions. No one asked Gaz a lot of questions without her consent.
A/N: All answers to why Zim and Gaz are in this business will come in later chapters. Why is Zim using a regular gun instead of something advanced? Well the answers are simple, he feels it will be traced back to him because if Dib figured out already that he was an alien a long time ago then there might be someone smart enough to equate a guy with green skin being able to have lasers. Also this is Zim. He can be smart at times, but some of the stuff he has built in the pass sucked ass. Of course that stuff is comical.
I'm sure someone else will have more questions or theories. I can't wait for those ones. ;)
Oh I am also certain that some people will like the fact that Iggins already bit it in the first chapter. Why was there a hit on him? It will be later revealed much later when you hear Gaz's moniker and why she does certain jobs.
Dib will in later chapters. Also Professor Membrane.