Ok this is my first fanfic and I know there are probably a lot of mistakes in here but I'm not good at grammar. Anyways hope you guys like this and don't be afraid to tell me what you think, so R&R!

Dib's POV

'This must have been the longest week I have ever had.' I thought walking into my house and throwing my duffel bag onto my kitchen table. Skool used to be the highlight of my week because I got to watch an alien everyday and make sure he didn't take over Earth. But about 8 years ago Zim just disappeared off the edge of the planet, no sign, no warnings, nothing. Everyone says he was a figment of my imagination; that my mind wanted to see something paranormal so bad that I created an alien. The paranormal still held appeal for me even though everyone said there is no such thing as aliens, ghosts, etc. I didn't care what they said after a while because I just became immune to the words "weird", "freak", all those supposed insults don't hurt me anymore. I don't care what they think anymore and they stopped bothering me because it's no fun for them if they don't have words that hurt people. I graduated hi skool a couple months ago and soon have to go to college, where I am going to get my degree to become a paranormal investigator. When Zim disappeared and everyone made fun of me for still obsessing about an "alien", I vowed to myself that I would get proof and become the best paranormal investigator. I didn't need those people's blessings to follow my dreams, so I left the swollen eyeball and set out to find a new team, one with smarter people, people who would believe me. Eventually I found a new team and have been working with them for 6 years. My dad lets me go all around the country, even the world with them to hunt the paranormal so long as I get a degree in science along with my paranormal degree so I have something to fall back on if I ever need it. We are one of the most famous paranormal investigator team in the world. The team is more of a family to me than my own. No one there bullies me or ignores me; they even believe me about Zim. But sometimes I catch the leaders, Joe and Beth, giving each other the same glances when I talk about him. Sometimes it seems like they can communicate through glances; of course, if they could do that why even bother to speak at all. This past week we had been out in Scotland helping out a family with their house. They sent us a letter that was so full of plea and desperation we felt pity for them; actually it kind of scared us all after we read it. So scary that I know it will forever be burned into my mind.

Dear Joe, Beth, Tom, Dib, Ashley and Tammy,

We desperately need your help. I know you probably get these kinds of letters a lot, just so people can get someone famous out to their house, but once you hear our story I know you help us. Two years ago we bought a beautiful mansion that we knew was perfect for our family. In our family there is my husband and I, our 7 children, Sally, Mandy, Amy, Samuel, Jack, Mark, and Timothy, my sister and her husband, and my husband's parents. As you can see we have a big family and we had recently moved to Scotland for a new job my husband was offered, when we found the house. Having such a big family creates a tight budget and when we found a house big enough to fit our family and in our budget we knew fate was being good to us. We never questioned the low price and we regret that every day in this house. We moved in right away and a week after the move I noticed my girls acting different. Sally is my eldest child and she used to love being around the family, but she started going out more and more and when questioned about it she said that the house scared her. She had suicide thoughts and once was about to cut herself when she just took off running. She doesn't even stay in the house anymore; instead she lives with her fiancé in town. Mandy is the third child, who used to love talking and joking around with everyone, but she now only comes out of her room to eat and always has headphones in with heavy metal playing. I have seen cuts on her arms and she hangs out with gangs and boy who beat her. She said if they beat her themselves then she doesn't have to. Amy is my youngest and she is the one who is least changed, but everyday she is outside having tea parties or fashion shows and just jabbering away to nothing then stops tilts her head to the side as if considering something. She says she has a little friend who is here to protect her and will always be there for her. This may seem normal for some people, but it gets worse. I have been pushed down stairs, into walls and out of doors, the same as my sister. My husband has had nothing strange happen to him, but my brother-in-law is in the hospital. He went into some kind of coma where he sometimes twitches or bolts up screaming bloody murder. Amy told me that her friend said a demon is within him and it may not come out. My family is scared to death of this house, but we cannot leave this horrid house because we don't have the money right now to get a big enough house, especially with my brother-in-law in the hospital. We really need your help! If you do not come I am afraid we might all be killed from whatever evil lurks in this house. Please consider coming out to help us.

Thank you,

The Patterson family

Still gives me chills just thinking about it; well we went out to see if we could help them and we actually found several demons as well as some violent ghosts in their house. We quickly exorcised the demons and blessed the house and we found that Amy's little friend was something only Amy could see or detect. It didn't give us any clue that it was paranormal, but we believe that it was little Amy's guardian angel. I decide after all that work and traveling I needed a shower. After showering I went to call Beth; I needed to talk to someone, especially after many fights of obsessing over Zim and wondering where he is.

"Hello?" "Beth?" "Dib? Why are you calling so soon after seeing me?" she asked. I sighed. "Well Beth I need some advice. I'm sure you remember me talking about Zim-" I was interrupted by a snort. "Ok, Ok I know I talk about Zim all the time. That's what I need advice about. Well really I just need someone to talk to who will just listen and not judge me. I used to think I was obsessed with Zim because of him being an alien and how great I would be if I saved the Earth from certain doom, but it's been eight years and I still can't forget about him. I think it's more than an obsession; I think I'm in love with him. But that's crazy isn't it!? I mean to be in love with an alien who is male and who hates my guts? Please help me…" I beg. Its a couple minutes before she answers. "Dib… You are in love. And it's been kind of obvious and the whole team is certain that you are in love; we just want you to know, we don't care if you're in love with an alien who is male. We love you and we just want to see you happy. You have been through so much pain and you deserve some happiness. I know Zim is gone but for you to love him eight years after he has been missing should tell you something, but I think I'll let you figure that out yourself. It's late so I'm going to bed. Good night Dib." "'Night Beth." I reply then hang up. I look at the time and see its 1:00 AM; yeah it's definitely time for bed. I lie down in bed and try to sleep but I can't forget about what Beth meant. What do I need to find out for myself? I mean it was obvious to everyone I'm in love with Zim, but not to me. So why torture me by making me try to figure out what she meant. Then it hit me and with the realization I shot up in bed wide eyed.

My soul mate is a green alien named Zim…