**Author's Note** 0h, and I do apologize for the short chapters. I am merely trying to get the beginnings of this story out there so my readers will have something to chew on while I am working on the rest of the story. It may be awhile until the next post.
Dib and Zim sat in silence until Matt returned a short time later, one smirking away and the other staring fixedly on the camera again, ignoring his fate.
"Well, I found twenty boxes of files, papers, and notes," Matt announced, walking up to Dib with his hands clasped behind his back. "We will have to sort through them."
Zim threw a hate-filled look up at Matt, wanting nothing more than to tear his face from his skull. He hated everything about him; the long blonde hair tied in a ponytail behind his back, the navy-blue business suite he wore, the polished black shoes. He looked like what the human's would call a prick, and his treatment of Zim hadn't proved him otherwise.
Dib nodded and glanced down at Zim. "Let me ask, how did you capture him?"
"Well, we received a call about an odd being lurking about a neighborhood just the east side of town. We figured it was just some crazy homeless guy or some kid messing around, but sent someone to check it out anyway."
"Did they say if he had a dog or a robot with him?"
"They didn't, why?"
"He has an android slave that serves him. It's standard Irken invader issue. His is defective though."
Matt raised a brow, partially impressed with Mothman's knowledge and partially skeptical that he had spent so much time studying one being, alien or not.
"Right, well, we will get it if it's out there."
"Right." Dib looked back to Zim and tilted his head. "What are you to do with him now?"
"I was hoping you would ask that," Matt replied. "Come to my office with me. We will go over the procedures that have been assigned for him."
The two agents turned and exited the room, leaving Zim under the burning lights. They were no brighter than ordinary lights, but the white walls were reflecting it and making the room almost unbearably hot and bright. He was suffering under it more than a human would, because it was always considerably colder on Irk than this planet, and he was not cloned with the ability to sweat or expel heat.
He closed his eyes a brief moment, though not too long for he feared falling into rest. He now understood the meaning of 'hell'.