Chase woke up slowly, stretching as he did so. He opened his eyes slowly, and saw that no one was there. Not surprising. They were most likely all at work. Thinking about that, he instinctively looked at the clock above the T.V.

Twelve o'clock. He jolted off the couch, realizing that he was late for work. He hastily threw on his police chief uniform and ran outside to his navy blue Ford. As he got in, he then realized that it was a Saturday. Scott's black and tan Raptor wasn't parked outside, nor was Rubble's rig or Rocky's truck. Whenever Rocky came home, it was usually Saturday, and he would hang out as he, Rubble, and Scott all had some sort of special bond. Construction, demolition, and mechanics. Ryder found that a bit ironic at first, but found the friendship kind of cute.

Chase shook his head, wondering what the hell was going on. He got in his truck and started it, peeling down the driveway faster than he meant, all out of shear panic.

"Why isn't Rocky back? Where's Rubble? Why's Scott back at the precinct on a Saturday? Where's everyone else?" A million other thoughts raced through his head, and he found it hard to stay focused on the road, almost crashing several times.

The Shepherd was at the precinct in less than five minutes. There were no cars there. Only vehicle there was Black Betty, looking pretty on her parking spot behind the barbed wire fence. He let out a frustrated groan, gunning the gas and racing out of the police station. He hightailed it to Yumi's farm. Scott and the others liked to go shooting in Yumi's field, and she'd often join them, as she was a former sharpshooter. Al had served in infantry. Both were great shots.

He arrived. No one. Al's truck was gone, and there was no sign of any idiots shooting AK's or AR's. Hell, even the barn was quiet. Nothing made a sound.

Chase started to panic even more than he already was. "Where the hell is everyone?" He them remembered that he could call them on his phone. He face pawed, cursing himself for being an idiot. He pulled it out and dialed the first number on his recent list. Scott, it happened to be. The man with Celtic ancestors picked up on the first ring. And he did not sound all that happy with his boss.

"Oi, where the bloody hell are you, ya mutt? Everyone's waiting for your slow ass to get here." He spoke like he was about to reach through the phone and throttle Chase. An angry Scott was equivalent to a pissed off German, and when he started cussing you out in German and Irish, Irish actually being, technically, his first language (He learned both Irish and English at the same time as a kid) it sounded like he was about to murder you in the slowest way possible.

Chase didn't pull out his "I'm your boss" card and instead answered "I'm at Yumi's." He heard the man on the other end cuss a few times. "Damnit mate, are ya bloody stupid? Do you have Alzheimer's? Get your fat butt to Jake's. Now, before I regret moving back here!" The call finished.

Chase pondered this for a moment. What was at Jake's? He shrugged. Whatever it was, Scott wanted him there that moment. He whipped out of the farm and drove as fast as he could to Jake's mountain.

About fifteen minutes later, he arrived at what looked to be some sort of wedding/party. Scott was standing at a nearby tree and waved him over, still looking pissed. Chase got out of his trick and walked over, and was almost immediately berated by the SWAT officer.

"Where the bloody hell have you been?"

"I just woke up, like, forty five minutes ago, cut me some slack, Scott."

The taller man laughed. "Cut you some bloody slack? Your shitting me, right? Do you realize how close Skye's been to neutering me for the past hour? I'll be damned if I cut you some slack because you didn't want to face reality today."

Chase stood there, dumbfounded. "Wait, did you say Skye is close to neutering you?" He was beyond confused. Skye was dead. How did he not remember?

Scott looked at Chase like he'd just failed the easy part of a test. "What the bloody hell are ya talking about? Of course Skye! What, ya think Ryder's trying to prevent me from having kids now? Your bloody mate, not anyone else!"

"Scott, Skye's dead, remember?" He was getting concerned for his officers mental health. Scott looked even more pissed off, but before he could yell at Chase again for being stupid, someone walked up to the pair. Chase turned his head, and felt his knees grow weak.

It was Skye, perfectly dressed in her wedding gown. Her hair was all done up too. Katie's doing. "S-Skye?" stuttered, trying to make sense of it all.

The cockapoo didn't respond immediately, and just smiled at him. Scott walked out, muttering to himself in Irish and making a bunch of exaggerated gestures with his arms.

She continued smiling at her mate, looking so serene. "Chase," she giggled, "are you okay? Scott said you crashed last night after work." She giggled again, making the German Shepherds will crumble. He started crying, and rushed to embrace her.

He was meet with nothing but air.

He glanced around and found that he had just ran right through his mate, like she was made of nothing. She giggled, but this time the giggle sounded more disoriented.

"Skye?" Chase was shaking by now, not wanting it to be true. "Why didn't you save her, Chief?"

Scott had come up behind him, with the rest of the team coming up behind him. Chase was surrounded. He looked at Skye again. Her head was bleeding from a hole in the center. Right where she'd been shot. A look of pure terror crossed his face. .

She giggled again, the once innocent noise now twisted into a demonic sound of horror. "Why couldn't you save me Chief?" She'd never called him chief, ever. "Skye, what's going on?" His question fell on deaf ears. "Was it because of that bitch Ella? Do you want her?" Her voice took on a more sexual tone. "What were going to do with her, huh? Was she your side thing because I couldn't meet your demands? It that what it was?"

Chase was shaking uncontrollably. He had no idea what was going on. A dream, a nightmare, reality? He had no idea.

Skye's face started to decay. She looked more zombie than human. "Why Chase?" She asked sadly. "Why didn't you help me?" He started screaming. She charged him, the all went black.

Chase woke up screaming as he jolted upward. Scott bolted onto his feet and almost immediately had his Sig Sauer and big Bowie knife in his hands. Ella was also awoken rather violently, as was everyone else in the room. Except Rubble, not to anyone's surprise.

Scott looked around the room quickly, then cursed when he realized it was just Chase and not something else. "Damn you, Chief. I was about to bloody blow your brains out. The hell, mate?" He looked more concerned than angry, but still, his training and instincts had kicked in and he about shot Chase when he screamed. Bad memories from Iraq and Afghanistan.

Chase was sweating profusely, and he saw the other pups looking at him, also with concerned looks. He quickly got up and said, "I'm taking a shower." He walked off, leaving his friends wondering what the heck that was about. Scott finally put his knife and gun away. He looked at the rest of the pups. "Morning guys." He was trying to joke around and lighten the mood, but only got a small chuckle from Marshall, Rubble, and Sweetie. She had come over at midnight the night before because Rocky had called her.

Ella was about to follow Chase, see if he needed anything, but was almost immediately stopped by Ryder and Scott, the former who had rushed in. The brothers both asked the same question at the same time, and the question was on everyone's mind.

"What the hell were you doing sleeping with Chase last night?"

Guten Tag, mates. I'm alive and well. I still don't have a schedule, but I am going to go back and edit the other chapters later. So yeah, I'm alive and I will now attempt to keep posting stuff when I have the chance.