A/N: Well, I'm one lazy person for starting the next chapter 2 days after finishing the first :P and uploading it a month and a half later :PPP
Invader Johnny gave me the idea of rather using Zita for Mary instead of an OC. Can I just say: THANK YOU! I was dreading the time I would have to think about a name and how my OC looked (I usually only get into how my OCs look when I'm writing the part of the story they come in) so the idea of using Zita has saved me from adding another OC to the story! For now that is... (cough cough)
So, the Dib x OC has been changed to Dib x Zita... they are sort of cute together... ^^
And, btw, if you didn't figure it out, Dib's an adult... just saying...
The streets were buzzing with Irkens and humans making their way in and out shops. Ships flew above them, filling the atmosphere with the variety of sizes, shapes and colours blocking out the blue sky and sun. Not that this was a problem, it was just the normal busy and crowded feel of Chef Street. There were few houses there, but the ones that were there were huge and space-taking, and it just so happened that one Doctor had decided it would be a good idea to live in one of the homes.
"Thank you, son, for allowing me and your sister to stay here for the night," Dib's father said, grabbing a small brief case.
"No problem, you needed a place to stay for the night, and you're family," Dib said as warmly as he could, though he really hated having his critical dad and freaky sister crawling around in his house.
"You're not still doing any... crazy science, are you?" Professor Membrane raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes.
Typical, Dib clenched his fits together angrily. Ok, he could admit that, as a child, he was fascinated with paranormal creatures and beings, but why no one could tell that the kid that lived down the street was a Yeti, he would never know. He had given up on trying to prove to others that those types of things were real, though he always kept in mind that before Irkens and humans met, you'd be considered crazy to believe in aliens, so maybe all that the other stuff needed was some time for them to be discovered. Irkens had been allies with humans for about fifty years now, and the alliance started twenty-eight years before Dib had been born. It took millions of years for humans to find out about aliens, so sooner or later people would realize that magical beasts were real, but for now, they were simply undiscovered creatures like the Irkens used to be.
"No, dad," just leave it to that, Dib thought.
"So you're moving to a new house?" Membrane asked.
Dib gave a nod.
BANG BANG! Two loud thuds echoed in the large house, shocking both Dib and he's dad.
"That was a gun!" Professor Membrane yelled out, dropping his brief case.
"No, no..." Dib said shakily, "Must be someone hammering a nail into... something..." the black-haired human bit his lip, knowing that he hadn't calmed his father down, "It's probably Zim putting up a painting... he's a fan of... Picasso."
Membrane didn't look very convinced.
"I'll... I'll go and check," Dib turned around, walking to the door.
"Your friend, Zim," Professor Membrane grabbed his son's sleeve to stop him.
"Yes?" Dib looked over his shoulder.
"He won't be staying in your new house, will he?" Membrane looked rather worried, thinking of how the Irken would burn down the house within a week.
"No he won't," Dib said angrily, more to himself then his dad, continuing out of the room. He opened the door and the moment he shut it, a tall, purple-haired girl walked into the hallway.
"Zim better not shoot me, Dib," she crossed her arms, "Because, if he does, I shall make misery infect your horrible life and pain will forever be in your soul."
The glare she gave him sent the message that she wasn't lying.
"I know, Gaz," Dib said calmly, "Relax."
"And you took the last soda," she narrowed her eyes.
"I'll buy you a box of sodas, don't worry."
She seemed satisfied enough at that.
BANG!
Gaz looked to her right at a wooden door and back at Dib expectantly. Sighing, he made his way to the door, giving two knocks and opening it, not waiting for an answer. There sat the green Irken with a dark red gun in his hand.
"Permission to enter?" Dib said irritably.
"Granted," Zim let the gun blast another purple flame – that had replaced bullets years ago – into the wall, melting a hole into it, "Dib, I'm making a device that will suppress the sound of a gunshot – genius, isn't it?"
"Well, it's not working," Dib growled, "Can I see that?" he walked up to Zim, who gave him the gun reluctantly.
There was some odd blue rubber materiel that Zim had put at the end of the gun. Pulling it off, Dib threw it into a nearby bin.
"Hey!" Zim hollered.
Grabbing a pile of letters on a desk, Dib walked up to a chair at the other side of the room and sat down, "It's been three months since our last case, Zim," he looked up at the Irken, who was looking daggers back at the human. Grabbing a glass, Dib put the letters down and went into a bathroom that was connected to the room, opening a tap. Zim simply looked at the bin longingly, reaching over to it. Dib walked back into the room, holding the glass that was full of water. He smiled as he saw Zim dig his head into the rubbish bin, "Don't you think it's time you found another case?" he asked before throwing the water onto Zim.
"AH!" Zim yelled, sitting up, he's back starting to smoke, "Don't do that! It's my only weakness!"
"Except the peas and the barbeque sauce and-"
"Silence!" Zim stood up and pointed angrily at Dib, who stayed unmoving, a smile plastered on his face.
"So, about the case..." Dib walked over to the pile of letters, picking them up. He grabbed a day-old newspaper and threw it to Zim, "Start looking."
Stupid human, Zim caught the paper and leaned against the wall, flipping through it.
"Let's see," Dib started reading the first letter, "Gretchen Glasses, her husband has disappeared."
"Iggins lost his Nintendo," Zim called out, his eyelids half closed. Dib gave a glance at the newspaper. Odd thing to write in there.
"Tallest Miyuki... her emerald bracelet has been stolen," he shifted his attention back to the letters.
"Tenn broke up with her boyfriend... finally! That guy wasn't good enough to go out with pig arteries!" a smile escaped Zim's face. Dib sighed. Zim was looking in the gossip section... again...
"Focus," Dib ordered. Zim didn't respond, but his antennae went up suddenly.
"You're going to Red's... execution?" he asked, glancing up at Dib.
"Yes, they need a doctor to say he is dead and I wanted to see this case to the end," Dib raised his head to see what Zim would say, but the Irken said nothing, his large eyes back on the newspaper.
The door to the room opened, and in stepped Gaz with angry, narrowed eyes.
"There's one case I would like to look at," Zim stared directly at Gaz, "the curious case of Miss Gaz," Gaz turned her attention to Zim, giving him a death glare, "Dr. Dib's younger sister... I've been studying her comings and goings... they seem rather... suspicious."
"If you want to keep two of your limbs, Zim, you better be quiet," Gaz sneered at him. She knew Zim was just teasing, but no one teases Gaz. She turned to look at her brother, "There's another strike, so the plane isn't leaving anymore. Me and dad have to stay here till we get another plane ticket."
"Oh, ok," Dib felt like slapping himself for allowing them to stay here in the first place.
Gaz turned on her heel, but stopped, looking at the ground. There, motionless, was a greenish-yellow dog with black ears, legs and tail, lying on the ground.
"Zim's killed the dog," she stated, carrying on to the door, "again..." she exited the room.
Dib's eyes widened and he walked to the small dog, kneeling on the ground, "What have you done to Gir now?"
"I was simply testing an anapaestic," Zim lifted a non-existent eyebrow, trying to act innocent, "He doesn't mind..." Zim glimpsed down at the dog.
"Zim... as your doctor," Dib got up to face the Irken.
"You're not my doctor," Zim commented.
"As your friend," Dib stopped himself from yelling, "You've been in this room for two whole weeks, I insist, you have to get out!"
"There's nothing to interest me on this planet at all, where should I go?" Zim gave Dib a questioning look. Taking a deep breath, Dib relaxed his shoulders, trying to calm down.
"So you're free this evening?" He asked with an annoyed tone.
"Yes." Zim answered.
"Dinner?"
"Wonderful."
"Chuck's Restaurant?"
"My favourite."
Dib paused, "Zita's coming."
Zim's eyes widened. Zita and Dib had been together for three years, though Zim at had never personally talked to her. He refused to do so, since he wasn't really that interested in his friend's love life and not seeing the point of meeting her.
"What's going on?" the Irken stared at his friend.
"You're going to meet her, Zim," Dib stated impatiently. Zim stayed silent for a moment or two, thinking through what Dib had just said.
"Have you proposed yet?" he asked.
"No, I haven't found the right ring," Dib admitted.
"Well, then, it's not official?" Zim stopped himself from laughing at the excuse.
"It's happening, whether you like it or not," Dib's brown eyes looked sternly at Zim, indicating that the subject was not to be questioned anymore, "and wear a jacket," Dib walked to the door, slamming it as he went out of the room.
"You wear a jacket," Zim huffed, staring at the door with narrowed eyes.
The restaurant was having one of its busy nights by the look of it. Zim was sitting at a round table for three, a white textile draping it. He had some form of formal clothing on, not wearing his usual striped, pinkish-red shirt with black pants, boots and gloves, but rather wearing a black, unbuttoned shirt with a white T-shirt underneath, with a badly tied grey tie – which was originally humans wore, but the fashion from the Earthlings had caught on to many Irkens – and the same old black pants he usually wore. He had 'borrowed' a pair of Dib's formal black shoes to try to complete the look. He hated it, but human fashion was more used then Irken fashion these days, and he was on Earth, after all.
He didn't like the restaurant so far, the horrible music made by a man playing an instrument Zim had learned was called a 'violin' and the loud chatting amongst the humans and other Irkens. This restaurant had food that was edible for both Irkens and humans, so you would often see a mix between the two races.
Glancing to the side, Zim saw a human couple seeming to be fighting over something, what that was, Zim couldn't be any less bothered to know. They were only stupid humans having a relationship crisis. The man looked very confused and had put his knife and fork down, while the woman was gripping her cutlery tightly. Earth cutlery, Zim noted. Laughter came from a group of Irkens that had a huge table all to themselves – they were all clearly taller than Zim and clearly all high ranking. Feeling a twinge of envy, Zim looked down at the table, and slowly closed his eyes, listening to the chatting, laughing and dreadful music.
"Zim?" a voice asked. Opening his eyes, Zim saw Dib and some other human girl who had her arm hooked into his and a friendly smile on her face. She had short, light purple hair that had a black Alice band in it and her dark eyes stared down at Zim with amusement – he must have looked like he fell asleep or something. "You're early," Dib's icy gaze showed he still was annoyed with Zim.
"Fashionably," Zim chirped.
"This is Zita," Dib introduced Zim to the woman standing next to Dib.
"Ah. It's good to meet you," Zim stood up and shook her hand. He noticed that she was half an inch taller than him, which he didn't really like. "I wonder why it has taken so long for us to be introduced properly," Zim gave a smile at Dib, clearly trying to play the game 'let's see how long Dib can be annoyed until he slaps Zim'.
"The pleasure is mine," Zita smiled, taking a seat. Dib and Zim did the same, giving each other a glance, Dib's saying: 'Don't you dare do anything out of the ordinary' and Zim's saying: 'You'll regret this'. "I've heard so much about you, Zim," Zita continued, "I've got a pile of detective books at home."
"It's true," Dib gave a sweet smile at her.
"Though some seem a bit... farfetched... making these huge predictions out of the smallest details," Zita looked at Zim, expecting him to agree with her.
"Actually, they aren't very... farfetched. It's the little details that are the most important," Zim commented. The Irken had heard humans use the word 'farfetched' before and he knew what it meant, though he always thought it was a funny word. Zita's confused face showed that she didn't exactly understand what he meant. Zim sighed, "Take Dib."
"I intend to," Zita smiled at the other human, who gave a smile back. Zim gave off a nervous chuckle, not really liking Zita's mushy comment. Humans are so emotion-filled creatures, Zim thought.
"See his shirt?" Zim grabbed Dib's black shirt, trying to get Zita's attention, "Looks rather normal, but there are two small holes in it, about four centimetres away from each other," Zita had to narrow her eyes and lean in before she could see what holes he was talking about, "They're right above the pocket, and I would think it is from a badge of some sort," Zim then grabbed the end of Dib's long sleeve on his left arm, "over here, a faint grey stain, hard to see against the black, but it's there," Zita didn't see a thing at first, but soon caught sight of it, "I would say it is from the substance known as 'grey ketchup' used by paranormal investigators to try to lure in ghosts. It's said to have a smell that attracts them. It's got about the same density as ketchup and is grey," Zim looked at Dib, "Been ghost hunting? Maybe with some group of ghost believers, who may have a certain badge that members of the group wear?"
Dib bit his lip in embarrassment, "Well... it was years ago," he didn't have to look at Zita to know she had a surprised look on her face.
"The stain says so too, about five years, to be exact," Zim let his friend's arm go and sat back in his seat, a proud smile on his face.
"You believe in ghosts?" Zita asked Dib.
"Well... not anymore," his diary doesn't say that, Zim couldn't help give a quick chuckle, it says he swears there's a ghost at the nearest bakery and that he saw bigfoot the other day behind a shoe shop.
"Well, with all due respect, Zim, you know Dib very well," somehow Zita's interest had shifted back to Zim, "How about a complete stranger? What can you tell about me?"
Zim's antennae rose at Zita's question, "You?"
"I don't think that's-" Dib interrupted.
"I insist," Zita said.
"You insist?" Zim faked astonishment.
"You remember we discussed this," Dib tried again.
"She insists," Zim faced Dib, giving him a warning stare not to come into the following conversation. Zim shifted his chair closer to Zita, taking a few moments to plan out what he was going to say, "You're a private teacher."
"Well done," Zita gave a smile.
"Yes, well done, now should we-" Dib said tensely. Zim ignored him.
"Your student... spoiled, much?"
"Slightly, yes he is," Zita raised an eyebrow.
"And his age..."
"Seven."
"I can see you taught him today, did he give you the ink on your face?"
Zita gasped and looked at Dib, "Is there ink on my face?"
"There is nothing on your face," Dib said sternly.
"Two drops, on your chin, actually," Zim carried on, "He's hard to work with and very rough, so his mum gave you that bracelet to stop you from quitting," Zim pointed at her wrist, which had a pearl bracelet on it, "If you will allow it, the great Zim will tell you even more details on your life."
"Zim," Dib snapped.
"You were engaged... the ring is gone, but the lighter skin left by it suggests that you spent some time abroad, and you were proud of it until you found out its real worth and decided that the man you were engaged to didn't care about you and was a poor hobo, so then you broke off the engagement," Zim didn't notice the tense look in Zita's face. He turned to face Dib, "I'm good, huh?"
Zita glanced at a muffin that had been standing, untouched, on the table. With a sour expression, she threw the muffin at Zim. Zim didn't move, caught by surprise.
"Well, very accurate, Zim," Zita said, "but you made one mistake. I didn't leave him... he died." Zim remained unmoving as Zita stood up, leaving the table.
"Nice work, Zim," Dib sighed and stood up too, leaving the Irken at the table alone.
Well, that was an interesting first meeting...
I DO NOT OWN INVADER ZIM AND SHERLOCK HOLMES IN ANYWAY AND GAIN NO MONEY FROM WRITING THIS STORY.
A/N: Goodness, I don't like this chapter :P and, yes, Gir is the dog xD BUT he's not a robot, he's a real dog. Just think of his dog disguise. Also, the 'grey ketchup' (not gray, I write in UK English, so don't say I spelt it wrong) is totally made up. I needed something that seemed... paranormal investigator-like. I'm having some problems with mixing Zim and Holmes. They're so different! I've decided Zim's hate for humanity and pride will be the main Zim-like features, though he's not really IC. Also, I couldn't resist doing the Iggins and Nintendo thing... lol...
Oh yeah, and remember the lesson in this chapter: when someone's annoying you, throw a muffin at them ;D
Time in movie: 15 minutes and 45 seconds (hey, that's not too bad)
Words in the actual story: 2, 874