AN: I'm sorry that it's taken this long to get the next chapter out, I have a summer job that I'm working most of my week at so I'm limited to what time I can work on Paw Patrol stuff. I hope you guys are still loving this story, and yes I am aware that some people don't want me to do anything serious to Alex. I've done some thinking and I won't do what I was originally going to do to him, which was have Stone and his friends beat up Alex while showing it to Ryder and the Pups via the Paw Patrol App. Sort of a message to Zuma and his friends about how serious they were and that anybody associated with Zuma is at risk.

Also, I'm making it Rocky X Zuma, I'm sorry but I can't help it. They just go so well together in this situation. If I lose readers because of this, I apologize and I thank you for coming this far with it.

I've come up with a new idea with him, and it sort of fits with the rescuing theme. Hope you enjoy.

Molly Wallsberry had always wanted to go camping with her family ever since she was little. The problem as her parents were always busy working due to their high ranking jobs. It got even busier when her little brother was born. Finally, however, after so many years of planning, the four of them were able to rent a cabin on Jake's Mountain Resort for a full week of nothing but outdoor activities.

So far they had gone fishing, canoeing, mountain climbing, and bird watching. Today was going to be swimming in the nearby lake, followed by roasting marshmallows at the outside fire pit. At the moment, she and her family were eating burgers her dad had made. Her brother was making funny faces with his french fries up his nose, while her parents scolded him for his rude behavior.

Molly couldn't help but smile. So far the trip was everything she had dreamed it to be. Realizing she had run out of ketchup for her burger when she heard something loud like a big bang go off in her ear. She then felt something red hit her as her hearing went out followed by a loud ringing. At first she thought the red was ketchup and the bottle exploded, but then she slowly turned to her little brother. He was lying face first on his plate… with a giant hole in his head.

She heard her mother and father scream but another two loud bangs silenced them. All was left was Molly, covered in red with the ketchup bottle untouched. She didn't even move an inch as she slowly looked at all three of her family members and the blood that had been poured on her during their sudden demise.

A man suddenly walked up to the picnic table they were using, pushed her mother to the side and sat down, looking at her with a smile that made her wet herself. Like he didn't care that the gun in his hand had just shot and killed all three members of her family.

"You know, this is the part where you run away screaming and finding somebody that poor old Damian Stone killed your family? Am I right? So run along now," he said shooing her as if she was a bug. She didn't move. All she could do was stare at him.

It was only when he back slapped her and shouted "Move!" that her legs finally went to work. She ran. Ran like the devil himself was behind her. She started to scream. She started to cry. She ran covered in her family's blood. All while hearing him scream.

"Run! Run Forrest! Run!"

It had been two days since Zuma had learned of Stone's escape, and the entire town was on full alert for the criminal. Mayor Goodway had announced to the citizens of Adventure Bay about the risks of a dangerous and wanted criminal on the loose, but made sure to keep any connection he had to Zuma out of the speech. A full on district task force was made with its headquarters being the Lookout since it was the biggest building that could house all the officers and equipment. That, and it would offer extra protection for Zuma.

Neither of the pups, minus Chase, had ever seen so many police officers in one sitting. There were even a few police dogs who came by, all veterans of the field whom Chase had spent as much time as he could asking questions. There were other people at the lookout as well such as FBI, medical teams, and US Marshall's. Stone was a high ranking criminal, and everybody wanted to see him jailed.

It became so crowded at the Lookout that the pups were barely able to move around or play, but the seriousness of the situation kept them from doing such a thing anyway. After all, one of their owns life was at stake.

"You know, as much as I appweciate this guys, I don't need to be looked at twenty-four seven," complained Zuma as he ate from his bowl. He turned his gaze to Marshall and Rubble who were watching him two feet away with their own empty bowls beside them.

"Sorry, Zuma, but Detective Shaw made it clear that you had to have someone accompanying you at all times," said Rubble, putting his paw down.

"Yeah. Besides, we're not going to accompany you everywhere," replied Marshall.

"Marshall, you followed me behind a twee when I was going to the bathwoom," growled Zuma.

Blushing, the dalmatian rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, maybe that was a bit too far…"

"Ugh," scoffed Zuma as he turned around and headed towards he direction of the Lookout.

"Where are you going?" asked Rubble.

"To take a nap. Unless either of you want to start sleeping with me," teased Zuma with a smirk. The two other pups glared at him in response while Zuma giggled to himself. He passed by a few officers talking to each other while a police car was returning and parking nearby, it's passengers complaining about how a tip they got was a bust.

Entering his pup house, Zuma closed his eyes and was about to sleep when a knock stopped him. Grumbling, he turned around and saw Rocky looking inside. "What?"

"Chase and Ryder wanted to have a Paw Patrol meeting to discuss ways to deal with Stone, do you want to take part?" asked Rocky.

"No, I just want to go to sleep, dude…" muttered Zuma, turning away.

Rocky, biting his lip, entered the pup house and gently pat his friend on the back. "Are you hanging in there?"

"… I'm still afwaid to leave the Lookout's yard," muttered Zuma as he buried his head into his paw with shame. "I keep thinking he's watching me… planning something… weady to gut me with that knife of his…"

"We'll catch him, Zuma. I promise," said Rocky. "He'll have to get past all this security just to get you. And besides, he won't get past me! Ever!"

Zuma slowly turned around and gave Rocky a tiny smile. "Thanks, Wocky."

"No problem," said Rocky, as he went up and nuzzled the little chocolate labrador. "Get some sleep; I'll let you know how the meeting goes."

Zuma nodded and slowly lowered his head as he began to close his eyes. After a few seconds, the water pup was lost in dream land. Rocky waited until his best friend was asleep before he slowly leaned over his friend's face and smiled.

"He looks so cute like that…," whispered Rocky, who didn't even realize what he just said as he left the pup house.

The top floor of the Lookout was the only place the task force didn't invade on Ryder's request, siting it was a place of privacy for him and his pups. Thus the members of Paw Patrol, minus Zuma, sat in attention as Ryder had his pup pad in hand and a computer screen with a word document open for all to see.

"Okay, Pups, I called this meeting here to find a way for us to help Zuma out. As we very well know, Damian Stone is after Zuma for his help in sending him to jail two years ago. Stone is a cunning and murderous criminal, so we need to come up with something good to keep him away from Zuma. Suggestions?" asked Ryder.

"We should do our own patrols of the area," suggested Chase, raising his paw. "The other officers are combing Adventure Bay well, but we know it by the back of our paws."

"But we can't all be on Patrol, we need to look after Zuma" pointed out Marshall.

"And be ready to respond to emergency rescues if need be," added Skye.

Ryder typed down Chase's idea but also added something about "half and half". "I like Chase's idea, but the two of you make a good point. We could always split the team in two with one group going on patrol while the other rests."

"What about also getting Zuma out of the state or even the country," suggested Marshall, we could always send him to Carlos or somewhere else know."

"We could even fake his death, like they do in witness protection programs," suggested Rubble.

"Zuma would never want to leave us. I think he would be afraid of Stone reacting to that by going after us. Plus, faking his death would be pointless because it would be too convenient right now," countered Rocky, shaking his head. "Stone would see through the ruse right away."

"Well, then maybe-"

Before any other pup could say anything else, they heard a voice from downstairs, "We got him! We have a spotting of Stone at the mountain resort!"

Paw Patrol wasted no time heading down the elevator as everyone crowded around a responder with a haeadset connected to his computer desktop. Zuma was also nearby, which made Rocky quickly walk over and comfort him as they waited to hear the news.

"What happened?" asked Detective Shaw, rushing through. "Who called it in?!"

"The owner, Jake, he said he found a teenage girl covered in blood who was crying and screaming. She said something about a guy with a gun killing her family. She was hysterical, but she said his name which he told her for some reason."

"Alright, this is our chance, I want all units locked and loaded. Those mountains have plenty of caves, woods, and other hiding places for Stone and his gang to hide in! Take no chances, and shoot to kill granted," shouted Detective Shaw as he started ordering his people around while others from the FBI and Marshalls went to work with their teams. The FBI would help evacuate other campers in various cabins and provide aerial support while the Marshalls, Police, and SWAT searched the mountain."

"What can we do, Detective?" asked Marshall, barking for attention.

"Sorry, pups, but you're gonna stay out of this. We don't know what Stone has planned and I'd rather have you and you're pups waiting her as back up in case things get hairy," said Shaw as he started putting on a bullet proof police vest. "Don't do anything without my say so."

"Understood," answered Ryder as he nodded.

"But we can help!" said Chase, but Ryder turned to him and shook his head.

"We'll let Shaw handle things for now, Chase. If need be, we'll get involved."

Chase sighed in disappointment, but obeyed and left to watch the police units load up. Skye followed him while Zuma started to shake with fear. Rocky nuzzled his cheek and whispered, "It's okay. He's miles away from here. He can't hurt you."

"No, but he can huwt others, Wocky," replied Zuma, looking at his friend with a tear in his eye. "That's what I'm worried about the most. Didn't you hear what Stone did to that girl's family."

"Y-yeah…" whispered Rubble, gulping. "He k-k-k-k-killed them like it was no big deal. W-w-w-w-w-what kind of a person does that?"

"A psychopath," replied Zuma as he walked away, knowing exactly what that little girl was going through.

After all, it happened to him too.

When Alex learned there was a wanted criminal hiding out in Adventure Bay, he wanted to go out on patrol as Police Officer Alex on his super trike. However, Grandpa had forbidden him doing so, even telling him that he wasn't supposed to be going out alone until otherwise. Of course, Alex saw this as unfair. Ryder and the Paw Patrol were dealing with the criminal and he was an honorary Paw Patrol member. That mean he had every right to help out.

That is why he snuck out of his room when his grandpa went to take a nap. Remembering Chase's actions one time, Alex pretended he was a super spy and began ducking behind anything he could in case of danger. Trees, mailboxes, lampposts, even big fat ladies walking their dogs. All cover was good cover.

Alex soon entered the park, seeing that nobody was around, and figured this would be a good spot to start looking for the criminal. Before he could go into investigating anything, he heard somebody crying out for help. Remembering the Paw Patrol vow to help those who needed it, Alex rushed over to see what was wrong. He saw an adult who looked to be a bit older than some of the students near Adventure Bay Community College that often visited the store. He had a black hoodie on and was wearing shades while his baggie jeans were covered in dirt.

Alex, being the helper that he was, walked over to the stranger and asked, "Hey, I heard you calling for help! What's wrong?"

"It's my dog, Sparky," said the man with worry in his tone. "He got away from me and I don't know where he is!"

"Don't worry! I'll help you out! No job is too big and no Alex is too small!" said Alex, pointing up in the air.

"Thank you so much," said the man before pointing towards a bush. "I think he went that way."

"Well, let's go!" said Alex as he prepare to lead the charge. Before he could however, he feld the man grab him by the waist and shove a cloth into his mouth. It smelled so bad that Alex though he was going to faint. He struggled against the man who suddenly grabbed him when he felt himself getting sleepy…

*Yawh*… why am I … so tired… I had… my… nap…

Before he knew it, he was out like a light. Ten seconds later, he was gone from the park.