I do not own Invader Zim okay? I figured as it is colder than damnit here in East KY, I will work on some of my more colder and darker fics for the time being. So that is why I am working on Chapter 3 of Minutes to Midnight and Chapter 6 of Taboo. Anyway, enough with this A/N, on with the fic!

"So, Zim actually captured a rebel. And here we thought he was fucking that scientist of Membrane's suggestion he keeps in that hovel called a mansion." Red smirked as he saw the transmission go blank.

"Guess that Dib is just working for him." Purple said as he opened another can of soda and began to drink from it. Purple savored all the new sweets and snacks the humans were made give to him. Irken food was always made so the body would be strong and survive but Earth junk food was so luxurious and tasty, Purple had to have it. He opened a bag of chips and began to eat. "Miyuki, I love this junk food from Earth!"

"Weren't we going to start an Inquisition about him?" Red said as he opened a box of Krispy Kreme donuts. He took one in his hands and started to eat it in a manner similar of that to a pig.

"Yeah!" Purple laughed. "Well maybe he may be Promoted again if the prisoner he has proves to be of some worth to our cause."

"Yeah." Red looked at a wanted poster that was being posted all over Earth. It read, "Christie Eielson, Wanted for crimes against the Empire."

Purple looked at the poster and laughed. He knew that Christie herself didn't do anything really wrong, but they were going to get the whole Eielson clan and use them all as examples of what happens when you rebel against the Irkens. Her older brother Derek was one of the humans that were experimented on the most when Irk had a new torture or device to use, Derek was the first they would test it on. They did it because he was a very fit human who had a lot of potential use against the rebels. Derek was the hope of the rebellion before Mr. and Mrs. Eielson were killed. He was known to recruit members at the college he was in at the time and was bringing a lot of attention to the cause as well. In fact, Derek was heard mutter in his sleep after he was told of his parent's murder, "It was all my fault…It was all my fault…I sent them to their deaths…" It was something a lot of the generals delighted in. They often recorded it and watched it over and over laughing as if it was the greatest joke ever told.

Zim was often around when it happened and at first he found it a little bit funny but after time, the suffering went beyond funny and just plan pathetic. Suffering was only funny to a point; then it got rather pathetic. Zim was now feeling guilty about what he had done because now he was with Dib. If he had never fallen in love with a human, male or female, he would never have those feelings but he knew how bad it had gotten and how Irken rules that suppressed humans were. Dib could hardly do anything and it was only because he was the Invader who in an essence handed Earth to the Irken Empire. Zim's research showed little could be used from Earth but he was only an Invader at the time and he was given limited knowledge of what would work and what will not and what was good for Irkens. However, after having too many shipping and parking structure planets, Irk need to find a new planet for resources and materials. Soon, they found Zim's research and information sent from Earth they had ignored and suddenly rediscovered. It was times like this that Zim regretted being an Invader. If it was not for his love for Dib, he would not mind, but it got in the way of their love and it was now under pressure. Zim and Dib had to make a choice, because if they did not, they would both be killed.

(Page break back to Zim's house)

"Okay." Zim said as he turned off the monitor. "We can now unbound and ungag her." Zim motioned from where Dib was sitting off screen over to the couch where Christie was laying.

"I'd keep your guns out of her reach though." Dib sighed. "She's violent. She wants to fucking kill you. That girl has a vendetta against all of the Irkens." Dib looked at the squirming form of Christie and sighed. "She'll hate me when she sees what I am." Dib motioned to his red trench coat with the Irken for "Pro-Irk Human Scientist" on the sleeves.

Zim put his claw to his chin in a pensive fashion. "Yes…this is a problem."Zim said.

He knew all too well how rebels and captives with a vendetta were. Zim was often quoted as saying they had some of the fiercest tempers of the rebels and these ones should be handled with care. "Handled with care" meant, "Kill on the spot." Zim knew that it would be best to treat her with care and earn her trust and maybe they could find a solution that would work for all of the parties involved in this most problematic of problems. Zim knew that Christie wanted to kill him. He also knew that the Tallest would kill him for a myriad of reasons if they knew all of what he was guilty of. Dib was getting tired of the act they had to put on and was worried it might change Zim and result in their deaths. This new rebel brought another monkey wrench into their already problematic lives.

"I know…" Dib said tapping his foot. "We can't let her go because she could rat us out to some officials and you know how much they want something on you." Dib sighed as he sat down. "I'm getting a glass of water." He sighed as he walked into the kitchen. "Want anything Zim?" He asked.

"Gimmie a soda." Zim sighed as he sat down staring at the bound and gagged Christie Eielson and sighed. He had to do something about her and he had to do it soon. Whatever he did had to be good for Zim and Dib and keep the Tallest off their backs. Although Zim had a suspicion that Red and Purple were doing something similar themselves. No way would Purple agree to be Red's First Lady if he was not getting something in return. Zim brushed that thought from his mind. They were the Tallest and they could do whatever they wanted and none of the Irkens would care, nor could they stop them.

"Here" Dib said as he threw the can of Irken Soda at Zim and sat beside him. "Any progress?" Dib asked.

"Nope." Zim said as he opened the soda and began to drink from it. "I have no idea what to do with her."

"Damn." Dib said as he began to drink his glass of water. He stared at Christie as well. "You know she looks familiar…"

"What?" Zim yelled. "You KNOW her?"

"No." Dib said as he placed his face in both his hands. "What I meant is one of the subjects we experiment all the time on looks a lot like her. Kind of like he could be an older brother or something like that. That Derek Eielson guy. I don't know if they know each other or are related, but at least, the very least, they look alike."

"Good thing we had her face covered when we called the Tallests." Zim sighed rubbing his temple. "If they caught that we didn't handover or recognize Christie Eielson, they would have killed us for that."

"Killed me you mean." Dib said. "You gave them this planet full of bountiful resources. What makes me sicker is the fact that a lot of the population does not see what they are doing. They think it is all for the common good. All that bullshit dictators of humanity's past have done. Well I guess that fucking Maya 2012 shit was true."

"Well a little off." Zim said. "You said they called for December 23, 2012 and it is only November." Zim smiled. "Besides all that will happen is the Irkens will call a lockdown day where every human is to stay inside and all of the Irkens here will go through that molt. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Yeah." Dib said as he looked at Zim. "Well, I'm a marked man anyway; I would want my death to be quick anyway, so I am going to untie that girl."

"Okay." Zim said as he got into a fighting stance. "I am ready to defend if need be."

"Fine." Dib said as he walked over cautiously and began to untie Christie. He untied her hands and feet and sat her up. Christie was flailing wildly trying to strangle Dib but Dib dodged her swings with ease. Christie's rage was making her miss and not letting her be able to focus. If she wasn't filled with rage, she could hit perfect blows and dodge many attacks with ease. Three years of living on the streets, was more than enough to teach her how to fight and survive. However, Christie was facing the people that were behind, or at least worked for, the people who forced her to live as she did. She could not let them alive without at least trying to kill them. Dib then picked up Christie and sat her in the big purple Vortian armchair that was most comfortable chair in the room.

"You're playing 'Good Cop, Bad Cop." Zim sighed as he saw Dib place Christie in the Vortain armchair. "She had better not mess that up. Irk has not yet worked a deal for Vort to be a furniture store planet. I had to pay a lot for that."

"I'll mess your face up!" Christie said as she saw light once again after Dib took off the bag on her face.

"I'll mess YOUR face up!" Zim yelled walking over to the couch looking like a man who was just insulted in a bar by a drunk.

"Okay Zim, back off, call off your dogs. We want to know who this girl is, not give her unnecessary plastic surgery." Dib sighed as he moved Zim over to a couch and sat him down. Zim sat with a "humph" like a child who was just placed in time out. "I know you think she is a brat but she may be our ticket to peace."

"You going to hand me over to that FILTH Red and that PUSSY Purple?" Christie said. "I bet you hate humans you big-headed ass-monkey!"

"Why you!" Zim said as he got up and pistol-whipped Christie. "NO ONE CALLS DIB A "BIG HEADED ASS MONKEY!""

"Ooooooooooooooooooooh" Christie said as her eyes widened in the sight. She had pieced it together. This was the mighty General Zim of the Irken Planetary control force and he was showing mercy and rage for a mere scientist. There had to be some connection there that she could exploit. She found a weakness in the great fearless façade and she was going to use it as best as she could. "I know what you are up to and I will tell the Tallest before they kill me. If I get killed, you fuckers are going down with me."

"What do you mean?" Zim asked as he bent closer to Christie and got on her level.

"THIS!" Christie said as she made a "hughough" noise and spit in Zim's eye.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Zim said rubbing his eye. "Take this!" He said as he pistol-whipped her again.

"Let me try." Dib said as he handed her a glass of water. "Are you thirsty?"

"Yeah. Garbage water and slush does get nasty after awhile." Christie said taking the water and drinking it. "Best I have had since you fuckers took over this planet."

"And I didn't drug it either. I know you know something that could get us killed and we know stuff that could get you killed." Dib looked at Christie.

"Okay." Christie sighed. She knew Dib wanted her to spill what she knew about them. She was going to play it so that she could get a bargaining chip to bend these two servants of the Irken Empire to her will and maybe use it to avenge the Eielson family name. Zim's explosion of defense at her insult to Dib showed to Christie what she could use to her advantage. "Let's talk."

"What have you gathered?" Dib asked.

"Well, it is not uncommon for a single scientist who wasn't told to breed and create more servants to live with a general so he doesn't rebel. Only problem is that I have never seen the Irken General be overly sensitive when one is insulted. I say you two have something more going on here than leads on and the only reason you haven't handed me over was because you want information to give Red and Purple and you're afraid I know you two are homosexual." Christie explained as she drank some more water. "I guess the Tallest have been coming down hard on you and now you are making up for it."

"Yep." Dib said. "And we know you are underage, a vagrant and to top it all off, Christie Eielson. The age projection from your 8th grade picture matches you perfectly."

Christie whispered shit and looked up at Dib. "And what of Derek Eielson? What about him?"

"He's a test subject and he is still alive after 4 years of being captured and experimented on. Irk wants to use him for a breeding project. Anyway, he is alive. Not well, but at the bare minimum alive." Dib said. "I know because the sugar based ray I was forced to develop was tested on him." Dib sobbed a little, gartering a little sympathy from Christie. "I know how you must feel. My little sister is used in breeding experiments a lot. She is one of the many mothers of the newly forming Human-Irken hybrid guard."

Zim sighed. He knew he had to do something to settle this quickly. He had to come up with a plan to keep her quiet. Should I kill her? No, Dib wouldn't allow that… She knows the underbelly. She is of use to us. Nevertheless, with her alive she is a bargaining chip Dib and I can use. Think Zim think. You are GENERAL ZIM, make use of that fact.

"Okay." Zim said walking over to the situation. "I know you are the most wanted rebel of recent years and you know we are committing one of the vilest sins in the eyes of the Irken Empire. However, I need to use you to get info on the humans and if you do, I can spare you and maybe Derek too. Some of the more humane generals were talking of letting him go or putting him out of his misery. However, you will stay here and provide us with whatever information we need. In exchange, I will help you rebel."

"WHAT?" Dib and Christie said.

"You heard me." Zim said. "I figure the rebels may be on to something. All I know is I love you Dib more than I love this rank!" Zim threw his Irken Death Ray on the ground. "I would trade all this, even the Vortain Armchair to have it the way it was before the Irkens Invaded. Now, do we have a deal?"

"Yes." Christie smiled.