A/N: Yay! *hands out lollipops to everyone who reviewed* Thank you all ^^ You make me so happy a squeal like turkey. I hope you all like what's going on with the story. I have a few action scenes bubbling away in my head, and I'm really looking forward to writing them, but for now you'll have to suffer and wait. Bwahahaha, feel my wrath!

Pigeon disclaimer of doom: I do not own Invader Zim, or any characters in it (except for my lovely original character and her family). So nyah, suck my arse if you have a problem with it.

Warning: Okay, everyone. Here's the lowdown. This fic here is rated R for a reason. It is going to include more than mild swearing, sexual references (both lesbian, gay and straight), sex scenes (lesbian and possibly gay), violence, murder, attempted murder, and, of course, giggly teen sleepovers. I missed a few things out whilst writing this the first time: It also includes mention and the possibility of incest and nudity… I'm so stupid…

The disappearance of Steven Henderson on Saturday morning had moved through the school by eight thirty, Monday morning like a wildfire fueled by petrol. But instead of petrol, the fuel used by the students (and the occasional staff member) was rumors, each one more wild than the last. But by the time the morning bell rang at quarter to nine, the halls seemed to be more quiet and lonely than usual.

No one was certain as to what happened to the boy, and some of the tales being told were too outrageous to even consider true. Tears were being shed, mostly from what Violet had described as the 'perfect people' on the first day of school, yet the odd student who didn't even have much contact with the missing boy seemed to turn a shade of gray every now and then.

Sitting in homeroom that Monday morning was probably the hardest one for Dib, though, apart from the time he had forgotten to bring in his Spanish project back in his sophomore year, and he knew he would get detention. But the reason that morning was hard for Dib was far from being worried about the bully; he just couldn't handle people crying, and the fact a percentage of the class kept letting out a sob, his patience was wearing thin. Grinding his teeth together, he held tightly onto his pencil case, and turned to Violet. Her own patience seemed to have flown out the window and off into the clouds, as she was in the midst of snapping most of her writing tools in half, and at the time was about to explode the ink out of the pen that she was currently squeezing. Cocking his head to a side, he reached over, and slipped the pen from her grasp with a bit of difficulty.

'What's wrong?' he asked, as she seemed to snap out of the trance she had put herself in. Turning to face the boy, she let out a soft 'huh?' before realizing what Dib had said.

'Oh… I have a French quiz this afternoon and I forgot to study properly… And also those bitches are giving me a headache.' She mumbled the last part, and gave a quick nod towards the girls who were currently crying loudly, the teacher trying to comfort them. Dib, frankly, wasn't all to worried as to what happened to the popular male, being as whoever kidnapped him (although Dib wasn't thinking of his disappearance as a kidnapping and more like an idiotic attack) must have been either very stupid or very intelligent. To achieved keeping Steven out of society's eye for two days now was quite a feat, being as Steven knew how strong the boy was, and if his kidnapper hadn't been harmed or killed by now, then it certainly was something to boast about. Steven could be as dead as a doornail, but Dib didn't exactly want to think of that yet, even though he honestly hated the young man with every cell in his body. But for now, he had more important things to work out- such as his next attack on Zim.

Although he could now walk properly, without appearing like he had just ridden a horse for three hours, he still wanted to revenge on the green alien. He wasn't about to go probe Zim like he had been, but he still wanted to do something nasty. It was his nature after all. Revenge and grudges were part of him, and he wasn't about to change.

After all, Zim had given him pain and pleasure at the same time, although he hated thinking of the latter feeling being linked to his enemy. And whilst he was wreaking unholy doom upon the alien-boy, he would make Violet pay for deserting him the other night. Kill two birds with one stone; easy. Yet, as the homeroom bell rang, Dib realized he would have to ponder on the idea a little bit longer before giving it to Violet. Perhaps having an attack plan would be one of the better ideas as well.

Sitting in trigonometry was probably the hardest part of the day. It was his first period of the morning, and as he sat in his seat, right behind Zim, he began to realize that there was more than the normal amount of scratches running down his neck. Resting his head in his hand, he gave a bored yawn, answering a question from his textbook, wondering if the morning would never end. Lifting his head, he began to count the long, thin scratches on the alien's neck, trying to search his memory to see if they had been there on Friday night. Finding no answer, he turned to his textbook once more, and began to resume his current task.

Twirling the telephone cord around his index finger, and lounging on his bed, legs dangling over the side, Dib stared at the ceiling as he spoke on the phone to Violet later that afternoon at four o'clock. He had mentioned the idea both in Biology and at lunchtime about his plan to attack Zim's house, with Violet there, of course. She actually seemed rather keen to repay her debt to Dib.

The reason for the phone call that afternoon was to arrange the plans. The cool weather had already begun to set in, and rains was predicted for the weekend, and at the time it seemed like a much better idea to set their plan in place during the week when it would be dryer and Zim wouldn't be expecting them.

Rolling onto his side, he waited for a moment, before remembering something that he Gaz had wanted.

'Oh, by the way, Violet, Gaz wants to come to.'

Violet was silent on the other end of the line, and Dib was a little bit worried she had been cut off, but there was a small noise by Violet before she spoke.

'Why?'

Dib shrugged, before realizing she wouldn't be able to see. 'I dunno. I guess she's taken a liking to you. That, or she suddenly wants to be my bestest buddy.'

Violet laughed on the other end of the line. 'Oh, she just wants to be the best little sister in the world.'

Dib gave a short chuckle, and rolled onto his stomach, absently running his fingers over the phone cord. 'So it's okay if she comes along? It may help… You know, having backup and the such.'

'Yeah, it's fine by me. Your sister's nice, anyway… Unless you steal her popcorn- she can really lay a thump on you.'

This time Dib let out a loud laugh. 'Oh, I know. Anyway, see you tomorrow?'

'Yup… Oh, fuck…'

Dib frowned, 'What?'

There was another curse from Violet, before she replied. 'My pen- it's leaked all over me. Anyway, talk to you tomorrow.'

The phone clicked as Violet hung up. Dib, unfazed, shifted off his bed to tell Gaz she could come along.

Holding her hand out in front of her, Violet headed down the corridor, seeming rather agitated. Entering the bathroom, she turned on the faucet and held her hand under the cold water. There was a squeak of the door opening, and she glanced up.

'Oh… Hi, Rose.'

Her younger sister waved, holding her wallet in one hand. 'What're you doing?' she asked quietly, watching as her sister tried in vain to get the ink off her hand.

'My pen broke and I got ink everywhere.' Violet explained, pointing to her blue-flecked top, the ink already creating permanent stains on the pink material.

'Oh…'

Looking up as she grabbed a bar of soap, Violet raised a brow. 'Where you going?'

'To the shops.'

'Why?'

Rose frowned, crossing her arms over her chest. 'It's not as if you and Mum are the only women in the house.'

'Huh?' Violet cocked her head to the side as she scrubbed her hands, until she finally realized what Rose was saying. 'Oh! Gotcha. Where is Mum?'

Rose entered the bathroom, running her hands over the bottle green towels absently. 'She went to pick up some flowers for one of her friends' fortieth. I'd wait for her, but y'know.'

Violet nodded her hands more or less clean by now. Turning off the tap, she grabbed the towel Rose was now holding out for her.

'Hey, d'you want me to pick up another pen for you while I'm down at the shops?'

Grinning, the older girl gave a nod. 'Sure. Do you want me to come?'

Rose shook her head. 'Nah. I'll only be gone ten minutes, fifteen at the most.'

A worried expression crossed Violet's face. 'You heard about that kid who went missing, right?'

Rose rolled her eyes as they headed out the bathroom together. 'Yes, I did. But it doesn't matter. Anyway, you're cooking dinner tonight, so you should get started on that.'

Violet inwardly groaned, and followed her sister down the stairs. 'I know. At least I finished my homework. How does chicken and rice sound?'

'That's my favorite…' Rose murmured quietly. Violet grinned, and hugged her sister tightly against her chest.

'I know. I feel like being nice tonight.'

Rose hugged her sister back, peering up at the taller girl. 'Can I do your hair, then?'

Violet pondered the idea for a moment, before answering. 'Sure. In a year or so you won't want to know me.'

'Yes, I will.'

'And why would the reason for that be?' Violet asked, patting her sister on the head.

Chuckling, the blonde gave her sister a quick kiss, before releasing herself, and headed to the door. 'You're my sister. Why wouldn't I? Anyway, I'll be back soon, 'kay?'

'Okay. Love you!' Violet called as her sister headed out the door.

'Love you, too!' she heard Rose call outside. Violet smiled to herself, as she headed into the kitchen.

'Violet?'

Looking up from the boiling rice, Violet saw her mother standing by the kitchen door, looking more or less worried.

'Yeah?'

'Where's Rose?'

Raising a brow, Violet looked for the kitchen clock. 'She went to the shops…'

'When?'

'I dunno, four fifteen? She said she'd be back soon…'

'It's five thirty for Christ's sake!'

Dread began to wash over Violet, dropping the spoon into the hot water she had been stirring. Letting out a yelp of pain as the hot water splashed over her hand, she turned the heat off, and rushed over to her mother.

'Oh, fuck…' she mumbled to herself. 'Do you want me to wake Onyx?'

Onyx had been sleeping most of the day recently, occasionally waking in the afternoon. He had started a night job at the service station, and although dangerous, it gave him enough money to pay for the few things he wanted and needed.

Melissa nodded her make-up-plastered head, and ran about. 'Where's the phone?' she called as Violet headed up the stairs.

'In my room, I'll grab it!'

After clutching the phone, she headed towards her brother's messy room, cried a quick 'Rose is missing!' and headed downstairs. She could hear Onyx not far behind her. Melissa immediately snatched the phone from her oldest daughter, dialed the local police's number, and placed a hand to her forehead.

'Hello? My daughter's missing.'

A/N: Wow… This was a struggle to get out. I woke up too early for my liking (7:30), so that may have been the reason. And it's much shorter than I would have liked. I guess you can only milk things so much…

Anyway, I am going somewhere with this *nods head firmly* I hope you liked this chapter ^^; The next one will have an action scene, so feh.

So, please review as per usual, and I'll give you all hugs of joy!