Gideon looked out from his compound, his suit impeccable. He watched as those looking for a place among the world came. His doors where always open. His thoughts turned back to those days at Gravity Falls. As always they also turned to the one woman he he had ever loved, Mabel. She had taught him the value of being kind to others and being loyal to those that followed you. He knew that she needed to be free, so despite his love for her he never again tried to make her stay. Still he was lonely, why even now he can almost see her wandering in with the rest of these lost. Still showing simple kindness to those around her. Wait, could it be?! Gideon rose and almost ran down the steps, catching himself he breathed and calmed himself. He did not want to startle her. He had made that mistake in the past too. So he just moved so that she could come to him. Soon her eyes met his and she did run to him.

Hugging him so hard she almost sent him to the ground, his own arms remembering the shape of her, his nostrils remembering her scent, finally she spoke. "Gideon, I...l" she started to sob, tears of relief, tears of pent up stress finding there release.

After holding her a moment, he kissed the top of her head, knowing that always made her giggle. He then spoke. "Whatever brought you here I don't care. You are here. You need a meal and sleep." He took a firm wiff of the woman in his arms, "and where I to be honest Mabel, honey, a bath would be in order as well." He turned and saw his second, noticing his leaders look, the well muscled, large bearded man walked over. "Oh, Bufford, Miss Mabel here needs to be attended to. Please see that she can rest and refresh herself, undisturbed. Mabel, I have to go see to my responsibilities, please, go with Bufford and he will see that you're all set up. I will see you for dinner, okay?"

Mabel just nodded, quietly going with the larger man. Gideon stared off into the distance for a moment, soon a short black suited, Hispanic man walked over. "Mr. Gideon, did you need something."

Gideon smiled at the newcomer, "Yes, Emanuel, I want you to double check the security on the western gate. There was some trouble their the other night. It wouldn't be prudent to not to investigate fully."

Emanuel nodded, "Not an Issue, I will take care of it personally, Mr Gideon."

"I have faith that you will. Thank You Emanuel."

After his security chief had left, he turned to the rest of his flock. Those broken and lost that he had found, made sure that they had a home with those that understood. He took a breath, much to do and never enough time, he smirked, with Mabel here things were bound to get interesting, she always brought the best and the worst out in him. The one aspect of his environment he could never control, should never control. He sighed again and rubbed his hands together. Best to get started, the sooner he began the quicker he would finish and spend some time with Mabel. Walking off Gideon for the first time in months did so with a springs in his step and an eagerness within, Mabel had for the moment come back to him.

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Pacifica Northwest sat in her study, a chilled glass of Kahlua and Bailiey's on ice in her hand. Smooth Jazz played as she held the cold glass against her head to fight the burgeoning headache. It was true that when she had come of age she had ousted her parents and exiled them from Gravity Falls, but the rest of her family was still very active. The sad thing was is that her headache was not from the attempts to oust her as head of family, those were expected and neutralized easily, the last family member had tried to have her removed in a more direct way. To the surprise of all Pacifica had not only thrashed the assassin within inch of his life, but then dragged him by the ear back to his employer, and forced said employer, not only to remove the hit, but also to pay the professional hit man double the asking price. She had then thrashed her family member withing an inch of his life and allowed the assassin to do the same. No other such attempts had been made. No, what gave her a headache was that all the attempts lacked any imagination and where horribly monotonous, her headache was brought about by boredom.

She smiled, "Dipper was always a better enemy." She said to the empty room.

She thought back fondly to the young man that had guided her to who she was supposed to be. Who had taught her that even though she would always be a Northwest, she could define how that defined her. She could decide how the manipulative, vindictive, cruel nature of the Northwest's should be used. After that summer Dipper had left to rejoin his family and sometimes she and he would cross paths, sometimes as allies, sometimes enemies, sometimes as more then that. Always they would separate, neither could stand to be with the other for any length of time. They where too similar while being to different. She still missed him. Their was no one else that could hold her attention like he could, nor hold his attention like her. They were victims of their own intelligence, everyone else was just to stupid.

"Not to mention, he is just so cute." She said a smile forming on her lips, remembering their last rendezvous.

The doorbell rang, startling Pacifica from her brooding. She rose and walked out into the main entryway. Along the way she picked up a cane that she had had specifically made. The head was platted with blessed silver, the inner head and core was made of cold Iron that ran the length of the hung mu wood shaft. The end was capped with sanctified gold. Inset along the entire shaft of the wood was Ivory made from the bones of St George the dragon slayer, Saint Patrick, and Saint Jude. She had had it made for Dipper for their upcoming anniversary, Mabel referred to them as Girlfenemyversaries, despite the disturbance the thought of Dippers chronically cheerful sibling made her smile. Dipper may very well be her equal and soulmate, but Mabel was always a welcome distraction, the younger sister she had never wanted. As she got to the door a tall young Asian women, poked her head out as a much larger, built woman also made her way to the door. She smiled to the both of them. Mabel's friends may not have been hers, but what they where was amazingly competent at what they did. She had hired them both because she needed those she could trust as well as on their own merits.

"Pacifica, let me open the door first," Grenda Smiled, "I haven't had a good scrap in ages and you had all the fun dealing with the last problem." As Her chief of security, Grenda had taken the assassin's breach personally. This despite it happening during her much needed vacation. She had been spending time with that prince of hers. Upon her hearing what happened, Pacifica had to virtually threaten her to get her to finish her vacation. After all, one doesn't have a prince of an entire country waiting on you hand and foot often.

Candy tapped the side of her head and gasped, Candy was in charge of Pacifica's electronic security systems and had long ago incorporated the operating of them into her clothing and, Pacifica suspected, herself. Her and Dr. McGucket had designed the entirety of it, and it was those systems that had ultimately given Pacifica warning enough to turn the tables on the hitman. She still thought some of the measures Candy had built into the mansion, hedged toward the vindictive, but she had to admit, watching the hit man get hit in the balls every time he stepped towards her had been most amusing. She was pretty sure that he had exchanged numbers with Candy afterwards and an open invitation to be his girl.

"Grenda, you might want Pacifica to open this one. It's Dipper, and he looks very Unhappy, not to mention hurt. I don't know what you did Pacifica, but I am not standing in the way of one of the few people that can avoid or ignore, all of my measures, even the mystical ones.

Grenda glanced nervously at Pacifica, "No offense Pacifica, but your boyfrienemy is frankly terrifying, I'll open the door but you're gonna be the one to deal with him, 'kay?"

Pacifica gave them both a self satisfied, rather nasty smile. "Of course he's terrifying, I would have nothing else but the best as my Boyfrenemy," She giggled at the word and nodded to the other two. "Open the door, Grenda and we will see what has Dipper, so worked up and don't worry, I completely understand your feelings, neither one of you is in my and Dippers league." She sighed her malaise from before reappearing, "No one is."

She motioned to Grenda and Candy, stepping forward, as the larger women opened the door. Dipper stood in front of her, gasping, she saw the extent of his injuries, they were by far not the worst injuries he had ever sustained, but any other man would have fallen long ago, not to mention not been able to evade three acres of the most hostile security ever created to stand at her door.

"Northwest." Dipper said.

"Pines." Pacifica replied.

Having exchanged pleasantries Dipper fell forward, straight into Pacifica's arms, his blood staining her pristine business attire. "Grenda, Candy, get McGucket up here now!" The two girls sprang into action. Grenda gently took Dipper from her arms as Candy held the side of her head and made sub-vocalizations to summon Dr McGucket. Pacifica ran her fingers through his hair, then stopped. She turned back to the door in confusion. Then let the professionals do their job. She had one of her own to do. That nasty smile returned to her face. Someone or Something had hurt her Dipper, she was going to enjoy finding them and teaching them the error of doing so. After all it wouldn't due to let others think they could hurt her Dipper, that was purely her privileged.