Dib slunk down an alleyway near where the werewolf had been sighted, hearing the soft tread of Zim behind him. He and Zim had parted ways for a little as Dib got his cameras, the Irken going home and meeting Dib outside his house a short five minutes later. Dib had been about to ask why he'd left but the metallic Pak on Zim's back told him everything. Zim had probably brought his Pak in case they needed defending. Dib had noticed the Irken had also changed clothes, the outfit he had been wearing replaced by those weird black leggings and a long tight sleeved black jumper. Probably for manoeuvrability and since Zim needed a top that'd allow him to connect his Pak.

The moment Dib came out his front door, Zim had grabbed his hand and dragged him back to where they came from. They'd held hands all the way to where the sighting had been, Dib having to take over when they reached the theatre. They only parted when they arrived and Dib had set about sneaking along the alley, hiding cameras within the area before leading Zim to a small alcove they could hide in. He'd made sure the cameras couldn't be seen, years of mastering this skill coming in use. It was only a small area and there was just about enough space for two large adults to sit in there, the fact they were both thin teens came in handy in situations like this. Dib crouched down as Zim mimicked his action. From now on they needed stealth so if they needed to speak then all words had to be whispered.

"Are your cameras all set up hyuman?" Dib rolled his eyes. For one, Zim was calling him names and not 'Dib' like he'd told him to but for two, Dib had been spying on Zim for years, didn't the Irken trust his skill yet? Not that Dib had managed to keep his cameras hidden from Zim for long... The Irken had the uncanny knack of finding even the smallest well-hidden camera. Dib sighed, pushing the thoughts aside, this wasn't the time to mention something that might devolve into an argument and give their position away. Dib ignored the dirty look Zim was giving him in response to his sigh. He nodded, pulling out his phone to log into his camera feed, ficking through them to make sure they were in the best position for gathering clear footage.

"It's all good." Dib allowed himself to sit properly despite how dirty the floor was. Getting dirty was just a part of being an investigator. Zim copied the action, sitting cross-legged on the floor. Dib tried to ignore that their knees touched despite the warmth of Zim's body heat seeping through the fabric of Zim's leggings and his jeans. It was difficult to keep his calm when the person he liked was insanely innocent and oblivious to everything a 'normal' teenager was obsessed with but Dib tried his best. He was after all supposed to be there to hunt a werewolf... He decided to start up a conversation to keep his mind off the contact. "So why'd you get your Pak?" He hoped Zim's reply would be what he'd guessed it was and that the Irken had brought it with him to protect them if needed. He turned his gaze to Zim, holding his breath as the alien shifted beside him.

"If there's a werewolf then the Pak-legs and weaponry would come in handy." Fake blue eyes swivelled to meet his. "That, plus I needed to update the memory banks anyway..." A warm smile was sent his way and Dib couldn't resist the urge to smile back. "I don't want to forget the last few days." Dib swallowed feeling his blood rush at the smile. Hiding how he felt was getting really difficult...

"So, was it painful reconnecting to the Pak?" Dib knew it fused into Zim's spine, that had to be painful right? The Irken shrugged at his question.

"Not really, it's painful but i'm used to it so it doesn't really bother me anymore." Fake blue eyes looked away, peering out of the alcove. "It was weird though since it's been a few days. I've never kept it off this long before." Dib nodded, ignoring the urge to reach for Zim's hand and comfort the Irken. It had to be upsetting having a constant reminder of what you could never have. Dib flicked his eyes to the screen, finding nothing so returning his gaze back to Zim. It'd be just his luck that if anything did show up, he'd be busy or immobile and miss it. He settled for giving the Irken a gentle smile as Zim turned back to him.

"What was you looking at?" He asked, watching the Irken blink at him blankly.

"Cat." Dib returned his gaze to the phone's screen, looking through his camera views for any sign of the werewolf. This part of an investigation wasn't his favourite really. All the waiting was annoyingly nerve-wracking. Dib liked the outcome most, the feeling of pride and success at a mission well done. From all his years with Zim, he knew the Irken liked the chase and the fight. He couldn't really remember any time that Zim had been patient or methodical until the last week with the food serum and water cure. Dib shifted, beginning to get paranoid of every little noise in the silence. The Irken beside him completely still save the gentle rise and fall of his chest or the occasional blink of his eyes. The silence wasn't uncomfortable but being out in a shady area was making Dib nervous. Sure he'd been in dark dangerous areas before and at least this time he wasn't alone but no matter how often he did this, Dib always felt jittery and on edge. He doubted he'd ever stop feeling this way. Was Zim nervous? A soft sigh from beside him told him that Zim wasn't nervous, he was bored.

"It won't be long now." Dib whispered, feeling Zim's gaze lock onto the side of his head at his words. "We only need to keep watch for at least three hours. After that, we leave the cameras well hidden and go home." Dib tensed, realising he was still calling Zim's house his 'home'. Had Zim noticed this time?

"Okay." Apparently not... unless he did but didn't care. Dib pushed the thought aside, shuffling into a more comfortable position to stare at his screen and wait. The only question he cared about now was whether the werewolf would show or not. He kind of hoped it would...