Dragongirl, this song is for you, "Doom, doom, doom doom, doom" Please imagine this in the key of how Gir sings it. ;)

Day in and day out, Dib would keep trying to find his sister in some way. He even asked anyone in the Swollen Eyeball Network to help locate her. They told him they would, but there were times that even Dib felt like they were just blowing air in him. Sneaking into his father's lab to check on anything regarding her wasn't easy since his father made sure to lock up the place tight, and when the guards did find him, they made sure to punish him before tossing him out. Only once that doctor he met, came up to see him while they were dragging him out with his feet dragging. The smug look on his face. The way he told him that they will find her before he will ever see her again, both angered him and made him scared for her.

Zim told him that he viewed that recording and they did something to her to cause her pain. She was forbidden to talk certain subjects. She seemed to know when they were coming after her. Zim broke some of the outside table that day when he told him of what he viewed. Zim was just explaining the tape to him with his hand reaching at the corner of the table before the undeniable sound of wood chipping and breaking. Zim held the piece of wood in his hand like it was nothing, but the kids in the school noticed his hidden strength as they backed away to give him more room then before. Although they really didn't have to since Zim stopped going to school half the time. He did though. Graduation was in month. He was already getting packed to leave out of there.

One night, he went into Gaz's room. Nothing had been touched since his dad came in with a team to search the place just to find nothing. The Nathan guy though lingered too long at a picture of her hanging in the hallway beside Dib. It was an older picture, but it didn't stop him from lingering in such a way to make your skin crawl.

"You have any questions?" Dib asked with dripping hate just to stop him from looking at her that way.

"Nope." Turns to flash him a look that almost made Dib punch him. "She always smelled of lavender."

Dib could have sworn he spotted something lacy sticking out of his pocket, as he drifted off down the hallway to the stairs fingering it as he went. Mouth wide open, Dib was frozen to his spot in horror.

"I hope we find her before them, Zim." He stated as he sat next to him the day after that memory. "I thought about that night when that guy was there. When they searched her room. I know he had a piece of her underwear in his pockets."

Zim's face lifted up. Tension filling his jaw line at that.

"Gaz has always been able to take care of herself, but for once I really am scared for her." Dib continued on before glancing at him. "Would you do such a thing to someone?"

"Want to know the honest answer?" Zim asked quietly.

"Yes, that is why I'm asking."

Zim smirked a little at that, before saying. "The problem with that is this; Even though you want the honest answer, you still end up hating it to the point that I'll still end up being the same as these bad guys. Your basic double edge sword."

Sighing, Dib understood the logic there. "I want to know, Zim. You are an Invader. I'm sure you have to know all sorts of tactics. So please tell me."

"I've experimented in the past with mind control, this is true, but there is no way I'd become... Handsy with my subjects." Zim spat that last part out with pure disgust and venom.

"Any test subjects on your base now?"

Zim flashed him a look of pure aggravation as he huffed at him.

Falling silent as he watched a butterfly land on a flower in front of him, Dib wondered. "What are you doing after school ends, Zim?"

Shrugging, Zim told him a slacker answer. "Whatever." He was indifferent it seemed.

"No more invading then?"

"Want to chase me around the school yard for old times sake, Dib-stink?" Zim deadpanned.

Making a face, he shook his head. "No, why would you ask me that question?"

"Because your floundering trying to talk to me. Gaz was better at conversation then yourself, and she barely spoke in the first place." Zim pointed back at him as he got up on his feet. "I just want to be alone right now."

Dib watched him wander away. Things certainly did change. Taking something out of his pocket, he read something he found placed between his mattress and box spring. It was Gaz's writing, dated at least 2 1/2 years ago.

Hard to admit things most of the time, especially when you are so angry all the time.

It takes a lot out of you when you witness something that a little kid should never see.

You smell the blood.

You smell the sweat.

You actually smell the tears.

I never thought you could smell tears, but I found out you could that day.

Life changed in an instant for us.

She was so beautiful.

Oh you remember how beautiful she was.

Laughing and smiling all the time.

Always wanted to spend every moment with us.

Encouraged us.

He was even different then.

I obviously was.

You, were ever yourself.

Curious, brave, and yes a little bit crazy.

Don't worry, I always knew of your heart.

You reached out to me after, even as I kept turning away.

Kept trying to protect me, when really there wasn't a need to.

Don't worry, I may grumble at you, but I appreciate it.

You were my brother.

You became more of a father when ours was hardly here.

Unsure if you will ever see this, but I just wanted you to know.

One day I will reciprocate.

Dib folded it back up to smile sadly because she actually really did tell him she cared for him too.