A/N: Hi, everyone. You might be wondering what's going on? Well, I'll tell you. Do you remember when the story 'With fire comes smoke' by Entity of Spite was deleted? Well, I'm restarting it with his permission and under a new name. You can ask him if you don't believe me. Also, this story is not in chronological order, these chapter are not my ideas and I'm still writting a one-shot for my one-shot collection. Anyway, read the first chapter, review and enjoy.

Ch 1

Ryder, Marshall and Chase came back from a hard day's work, again. This month has been really busy for Marshall and Chase. Basically starting about three weeks ago, an arsonist or arsonists, have been running amok setting fires to any buildings they can. Marshall, of course, being designated fire pup, had to put out said fires, but the shepherd, on the other hand, he had to direct the busy traffic so Marshall could work, on top of trying to track that arsonist, staying up late at night before falling asleep on his work. The residents of Adventure Bay saw this, on top of concern for their safety, barely even came out anymore to cause as little trouble as possible. This left Chase and Marshall the only ones going on a mission, besides the occasional Skye, Rocky, and Rubble to survey things from the air, fix something, or use his crane to lift a piece of a building off the street.

To say the least Marshall and Chase were overworked, and frankly, there wasn't anything they could do. It was their jobs that they signed up for. As long as they could move they would keep working until the job is done. But, this left their only time to rest is when they were sleeping, if they were even doing that, with the arsonist attacking at night. When Marshall wasn't putting out fires, he was helping people recover also being a medic pup. And when he wasn't doing that, he himself was recovering from too much inhaled smoke, broken bones, eye damage to where Marshall's had to wear contacts in order for him to see properly. Even his sense of smell was slowly deteriorating.

Chase was doing his traffic duty, staying at the Adventure Bay precinct relaying his information to the authority after spending hours trying to find the criminal. His nose wouldn't help much if all he could smell is smoke from the fire that had been put out. Both pups had constant washing from Katie because of the smelt like smoke and ashes. This was by far the worst anyone could endure.

They came back from today's mission, relatively late. All of the pups were heading to bed in the next few minutes. Today, it was an apartment complex that was set off. Marshall alone saved 15 people and out of the 15, he treated 3 adults, five children/teens and a dog, and cat. The last child he had to jump from nearly the top floor if he wanted to get out alive. He was caught by Chase but the tension put on the net, he still suffered minor injuries such as a small break in his leg. Chase's search lead him to a cliff in which was almost blown up but he caught himself with his net. That fire caused a small bit of the forest to catch fire, so Marshall had to put that out too. That thankfully was quick and they immediately went home.

Marshall pulled over to the side of the lookout, where Ryder had a water pump installed. Marshall filled his cannon tanks and his truck's water reservoir that was almost completely drained. After he was done he pulled up in his spot on the lookout and got into a pre-prepared bath he had sitting next to the doors of the lookout. His fur was all black from the soot and ashes. He cleaned himself off, shook the water off and laid down in his pup-house.

Chase pulled in his spot, eyes bloodshot and miserable. He transformed his vehicle into his pup-house and walked to the lookout's highest level where he worked putting together clues from each day to maybe narrow their search down. Ryder, on the other hand, was worried for his two pups along with all the others. Chase and Marshall were getting no sleep. Chase is basically an insomniac, while Marshall started sleepwalking again leaving his legs tired in the morning, or having nightmares and his teddy bear wouldn't help at all. The emotional, physical, and mental state of both of them was slowly dissolving and was getting worse by the second. Ryder turned his ATV in for the night and knocked on Marshall's pup-house.

"Marshall, sorry to wake you." Ryder whispered.

Marshall popped his head out the door, with an unamused look on his face. "Yes, Ryder?" he said. His voice was monotone and lacked any emotion whatsoever

"I was just making sure you remembered to take your contacts out before you went to sleep.", he continued to whisper. Marshall mumbled something and pulled out his container that held his contacts. He pulled one out of one eye, then the other, and placed it into the container.

"Thanks, Ryder Goodnight", Marshall said as he yawned. He put his contacts away.

"Goodnight pup. Make sure you don't walk too much on your leg or it won't heal.", Ryder said patting him on the head. Marshall lightly smiled and shut the door. Ryder entered the lookout and saw the pups crowding the door.

"How's Marshall doing?" Rocky asked.

"Better, I think. He broke his leg today from falling from the apartment building with that child."

"Wow, he's been through a lot today." Rubble added.

"Yep, there was even a second fire when a remote bomb sent Chase flying over a cliff. He's okay though.", the pups stared in shock.

"What about Chase, how's he?" Skye asked concerned for the shepherd.

"I'm going to go check on him now.", Ryder reponed.

"I feel bad for those dudes. I would have to take a bweak by now. They just keep going at it.", Zuma said feeling sad for them. And idea popped into Ryder's head.

"That's it, Zuma!", Ryder shouted. He kneeled down and explained his idea to the rest of the team.

"Ryder, that's awesome. They really deserve it.", Rocky shouted.

"Yep, they'd be really happy.", Skye said backflipping.

"Hahaha. Anyways you pups head on over to bed I'm going to go check on Chase." Ryder said. The other pups walked to their pup-houses while Ryder made he ascend up the elevator.

He got out and walked over to a table with scattered papers, and pictures, among other assorted items.

"Hey, Chase how's it going?"

"Well, so far I figure that the arsonist is working with some type of canine. That's all I got. Maybe when I wake up tomorrow I'll patrol the area. I don't know this is overwhelming. I just want it to stop." Chase said plopping his head on the table covering his eyes with his paws.

"Chase, how about you turn in for the night, you and Marshall deserve it. Don't stress about it. You still have tomorrow."

"You mean Tomorrow's scheduled attack. But hey, I'll take you up on that offer.", Chase said followed by a yawn. He turned off the lamp on his desk, leaving the room completely dark. He went down the elevator and straight to his home.

A/N: Now, since this story belongs to Entity of Spite, I'll probably have to change the rating since I don't really remember how he rated it. But as I said, I'm re-writting his story. Be on the lookout for the next chapter.