Okay, I realize now that the previous contest I began was useless, for the only one who reviews is Pajama Jam (my good chum), and you're probably the only one reading this, anyway. So the contest is off for now. Don't tell me if you know! I'll ask again later. If you do tell me anyways, I won't do…whatever I said I'd do. For anyone. Boo hoo.  Here's the chapter.

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"Partners?" Zim said inquisitively.

"Yep. Partners." Det replied, leaning against the large green the wall with the broken window on it. After Dib had fled, taking Bri with him, Det had put forward his idea to Zim outside Zim's house. And, for some reason Gir was hugging Det's hood.

"Hmmm… But why should one so amazing as ZIM partner with one as…human…as, eh, you, whatever your filthy name is?" asked the alien.

"The name's Det, and I know how the people here behave, I know the military weaknesses, and I know how to make people scream. And all you have to do for that information is let me own this one small planet in the universe." Det retorted.

"I am an Invader; it is within my duty and ability to gather that information anyway, why should I get it from you?"

"How much information do you have so far?"

"Err, that is none of your business, dirty human of…filth! I AM ZIM!!! A MIGHTY IRKEN WARRIOR, WHO NEEDS NO HELP FROM THE ONE HE SHALL CONQUER SOON! OH SO VERY SOON! SOON ENOUGH TO, eh, BE SOON!!!!!!"

"…You do realize that people heard that, right?"

At that, Zim looked around suspiciously, as if he just realized that he was outside. Then he ran indoors, saying "GIR! INSIDE, BEFORE THEY NOTICE SOMETHING!!!"

"YES, MASTER!" Gir answered, his invisible grip still holding Det's hood, and jumped into the house, dragging and choking Det.

In the meantime, Dib had hauled Bri several blocks to his house, a gray, two-story building with round windows, a domed roof, and blue lasers encircling the yard. Dib slammed the door open, and ran into the kitchen, where a girl with constantly close eyes, deep amethyst hair that spiked in certain directions, a skull necklace and a Gameboy-like console in her hands sat at a table with a pizza box on it..

"Bri," Dib said. "Stay here with Gaz! I need to get my laptop!" So, Bri waited with Gaz while Dib ran upstairs.

"So," Gaz started, not looking up from her game. "Are you an alien, too?"

"I…don't think so." Bri retorted. Then, he realized that he hadn't eaten in several hours, and that there was still half a pizza right there, so he reached for a slice when he noticed Gaz's eyes barely open and shooting him infinite daggers. Bri wisely retracted his hand. Dib then returned, carrying a computer with what looked like an eye on it. He sat down at the table across from Gaz, and turned on his laptop.

"I've been studying Zim for over a year now, but no one else has ever really believed me, except you and that Det kid! And now-"

"Wait" Bri interjected. "Studying as in, stalking?"

"…Sort of…" Dib sheepishly replied.

"Can't you two be stupid in another room?" Gaz said, obviously annoyed by the two.

"Well, you've just got a Game Slave." Bri pointed out. "We're using a computer. Shouldn't you move?" After this, all Bri remembered was a flurry of fists, an angry frown, and Dib dragging him from the kitchen. 'Man,' Bri thought, barely conscious. 'I'm getting dragged a lot today.'

Elsewhere, Det had been accidentally been taken into Zim's underground base via the toilet-vator. And yet, Zim had yet to notice his presence.

"Computer," the Irken said, contact lenses and wig removed to reveal twin antennae and red-violet eyes that shimmered in the extraterrestrial lights emanating from the computer.

"Give me the whereabouts of the Bri's domicile. He will pay for knowing what he knows."

"Y'know, I could probably step up the security in this place if you give me the chance." Det said, making himself known to Zim.

"EH?!?" was all Zim could say to the fact that the human had 'broken in' to his impenetrable base.

"And I could probably make this place actually look normal."

"Uhhh…" the computer said, losing his chance to actually speak.

"And I could probably work on some better defenses for the house. But, most importantly," Det walked up to the computer screen that showed Bri's residence.

"I could take care of Bri…"

And Gir just squeaked a rubber moose.

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Okay, now it's pickin' up somethin' good. I hope I got Gaz's creepiness down right. I also realize that I use the three-dot thing a lot…see? Please review to keep my lungs filled with breathable gases to continue writing my favorite story.