Jhonen V owns them, not me.

Exigent

Adrenaline coursed though Dib's body as the reporter neared the front door. Excited little sounds squeaked out of the adolescent's throat. Dib was at the door before the doorbell had finished ringing.

"Hi!" he exclaimed, exuberantly.

The reporter eyed him. "Hello." A pause. "Dib?"

"Yeah, that's me! Come in!" Dib ushered the reporter into his living room and showed the reporter to the couch.

"Okay so..." The reporter pulled out a small computer, hands poised on the keys. Dib was wriggling around in his boots. "Dib Membrane?"

There was a pause before Dib replied, "Yeah, close enough."

"So Dib... Tell me about this alien you captured."

A grin exploded on Dib's face. "Well, his name is Zim, he has been in disguise on Earth for about four years now, and he's from a planet called Irk, making him Irke—"

Dib stopped when he saw the reporter raise a skeptical eyebrow. "Uh huh. And where is he right now?"

Dib pursed his lips quickly for a moment, fearing he was not being believed again, but quickly broke the stoic expression in favor of a triumphant smirk. "He's in the basement—my dad is inspecting the body."

"So the alien is dead then?"

"Yeah, I actually was able to—"

"Wait, did you say your father... Professor Membrane is downstairs?"

"...Yes."

"I do believe we should go down to see him, shouldn't we?"

In barely contained excitement, the reporter rushed off to the basement (somehow knowing the way there; Dib figured Membrane had, at some point, released the blue prints to their house to the general public.) Of course, the reporter running off to find Membrane burst Dib's bubble slightly, yet the thought of the (minor) threat of Zim being gone forever blew it up again. Dib raced down the stairs after the reporter.

"Hello Professor!" Hearing no response, the reporter took that as an invitation to continue. "What do we have here? When is the autopsy scheduled?"

"We're cutting him apart tonight," Dib answered, drawing some attention back to him. The reporter stared at Dib as though Dib wasn't supposed to be there. The paranormal investigator scowled. He was done being ignored though. Dib opened his mouth to retort the look he was being given when Membrane interrupted him. Sort of.

"My son... Son!" There was no excitement in the Professor's voice, he was simply being loud and dramatic, per his usual. "You have actually discovered an extra-terrestrial life-form! I have spent the past thirteen point seventy-six hours attempting to dissuade myself from believing you, and attempting to see if this boy did in fact have a skin condition, but, alas, there is no other option. You have discovered an alien."

And, with that, Dib's mind promptly exploded. Well, almost. The shock of hearing that Membrane believed him, though, was a great one, in many ways. Dib was so grateful, so incredibly grateful, that his father had finally chosen to see the truth, and yet it was the man's choice of "dissuade myself" that sort of irked Dib.

"Y-Yeah, thanks Dad..." Dib muttered.

The reporter departed soon after that, having all they needed for their article.

"Dib, I am going to have this alien transferred to my lab for the autopsy, if you are going to accompany me, you should get ready now," Membrane stated. Dib nodded quickly , and before he knew it, they were at the famous Membrane facilities.

Somewhere deep in the lab, Dib found Zim's motionless body lying on a metal table. A sadistic cackling filled his lungs and burst forth, ringing in the silent room. Dib laughed maliciously until his sides hurt. There was nothing better than seeing your enemy dead on a table and knowing it was entirely your fault—no, entirely your doing. Dib could not help but be ecstatic.

Soon after this episode, Dib was ushered off into the viewing room. Apparently he would not be taking part in the actual autopsy. Slightly put-off, Dib watched in subdued joy. Turns out, it was a long and boring process, in which Dib, accidentally of course, tuned out everything around him. He zoned out completely. A sharp buzzing sound awoke Dib an amount of time later.

The autopsy was over, Zim's body completely destroyed and examined. Dib shrugged when he realized he missed much of it—he could always buy a copy of the video. Dib strolled causally down into the room where Zim was dismembered, noticing the sour-sweet smell, that Dib presumed was of the alien's blood.

"Son, this day has been incredibly productive in terms of discovery," Membrane stated, dramatically. Dib nodded, unsure of how to proceed in the conversation. "I have discussed it with the medical examiners and they will allow you to take a piece of the alien."

Dib's eyes widened. "What? Really? What kind of piece?"

Membrane mulled it over. "Well, nothing of great importance of course," a pause, "but as long as you are capable of preserving it, any other chunk."

Dib stared at the mangled alien before him; the green skin which was peeled back to expose the area where Zim's "squeedlyspooch" once had resided. Dib snickered at the alien's frequent shouting about pain in the area. He noticed the variation of colors of the juices littered around him—green, of course, but there was also blue, in abundance too, as well as some pink. The pink reminded Dib of Zim's pak. His pak!

Dib's eyes quickly scanned the room for any sign of the metallic shell that Zim always adorned. His eyes caught sight of it in the corner of the room, glinting as usual. Dib broke out into a great grin, an expression which was becoming commonplace on his pallet of facial appearances. Dib speedily gathered the metal in his arms, "I would like this."

Membrane took one glance at the metal in Dib's hands and nodded. "No use for that metal, especially since we have the robot and spaceship in custody anyway."

"You have Gir?" Dib was confused. He did not manage to capture Zim's robot when he'd killed Zim. Not for lack of trying or anything, Gir had been simply too annoying to bring along.

"If that is what you call it, yes."

"Wow."

They were silent for the rest of the ride home. As soon as the front door opened, Dib ran up to his room, instantly constructing a make-shift case for Zim's pak. Dib then came back downstairs, ate something, and watched the news, hoping for some mention of him.

After a rather disappointing newscast (which did not include Dib after all) he retired to his bed. Dib stared at his ceiling happily reflecting on the amazing events of the day—despite the fact that he may not be recognized as he'd hoped. Dib wondered how his life would change after this whole thing.

Zim... Zim was his main enemy, the biggest threat to Earth since humans themselves, and his main cause of injury. Dib was curious to see what else he could accomplish without Zim to worry about. His thoughts reverted to the mutilated corpse on the table from earlier, wondering if it was that easy to destroy a human.

Then, Dib remembered Zim's pak—and how it included all of Zim's mind, memories, and consciousness. Dib made a mental note to make a better container for the pak.

Oh my. I have been thinking about writing this for a while.
Updates shall not be common :C
...The reporter lacks a gender. I imagined them as one of those people where you just can't tell.

-Taryn C: