AN: Hey everybody. I'm back. I forgot to mention that this isn't going to be a Rocky x Zuma romance; just a close friendship like it was for Marshall and Chase in Marshall Gone Missing. Anyway, in case people don't know there is going to be a third season of Paw Patrol so that's something to look forward to in the future. There's going to be new voice actors so I'm afraid of whom they might replace. Nothing else to say, enjoy the chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Paw Patrol

He couldn't sleep.

He just couldn't. Not when he could still hear Zuma's screams in his ears. Rocky slowly got up and walked away from his pup house, making sure not to wake the others. He wished he was by Zuma's side right now, but Ryder ordered them to head home where he would explain everything in the morning. Rocky was going to hold him on that promise as soon as he came back, and he was sure the rest of the team would too. It had been very awkward to come back to the Lookout without either Ryder or Zuma, especially knowing the emotional state the latter was in.

Skye had retreated into her pup house and barley touched her dinner while Marshall tried to cheer everyone up by acting silly. It didn't last long. The only ones who seemed to be strong through this were Chase and Rubble. Chase was their leader, and he always did his best to make sure he was professional in a time of crisis. He personally fed them all and ordered them to get some sleep when night began. As for Rubble, the young pup was tougher than he looked. He kept saying that Zuma would be okay and once this was all over they could go back to normal. Of course, he still was a pup, and Rocky heard him crying in his sleep before hitting the hay himself.

Rocky himself didn't speak to anybody. All he could do was think about Zuma and the amount of pain he was going through. He wasn't sure if the others heard what Zuma said, but he picked up saying that "he couldn't save them".

Were these "them" important to Zuma like his family? How did it tie into his fear of blood? A few ideas came to Rocky, but none of them were good ones.

Walking down to the edge of the hill, the mixed breed looked up and watched the stars. They say that if you wish upon a star your wish would come true. He hadn't done that since he left his old owner when the stars never answered his wishes for him to get better. Still, would it hurt to try again?

"Starlight. Starbright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might. Have this wish I see tonight," muttered Rocky, closing his eyes and lowering his head. "Please let me help, Zuma. I don't care how, but let me help my best friend."

"Same here."

Rocky nearly gasped before turning around and spotting Chase with a sad smile on his muzzle. He chuckled, "Sorry, I saw you walking and figured I'd check to see if everything was okay."

"Couldn't sleep either?" asked Rocky to which Chase shook his head. "What about the others?"

"All sleeping, but it took them awhile," answered Chase as he sat down beside Rocky and looked to the stars. "I don't really believe in wishes, but I guess if they can help out Zuma then I'm willing to give it a shot."

The two friends sat in silence as they watched the stars twinkle in the sky. Sighing, Rocky growled, "I should have gone with him." Raising an eyebrow, Chase stared at him. "If I had gone with him, maybe I could have prevented him from getting scared and hurt."

"Rocky, Ryder didn't need you for the mission. There was no way any of us could have predicted this would happen," said Chase, patting his friend on the back. "Don't go asking yourself 'what if's' it's not healthy. Besides, would you have asked to go on a mission in the water?"

"If it meant helping you guys, yes!" shouted Rocky, surprising Chase. "Yes, I hate getting wet but I hate seeing my best friends hurt more! Especially Zuma!" A tear streaked down his cheek. "He… he's like a little brother to me, Chase. I care about him a lot, and knowing he's in this much pain without me by his side? It hurts. I can even say I hate Ryder for ordering me to do this…"

"Rocky," muttered Chase before he reached over and nuzzled him. "I know how you feel. I didn't want to obey that order either, but we have to trust him. I'm sure Ryder will tell us everything tomorrow." He gave a small smile. "So why don't you get some sleep?"

Rocky was about to say something when a yawn erupted from his throat. "Yeah… I guess I should. Good night, Chase."

"Night," he said as he followed the recycling pup until they split up to their respective houses.

Thirty-seven year old Detective Shaw hated his job when things went wrong. More often than not they did, and usually that resulted in the chief yelling at him for hours, threatening to take his badge if he ever crossed the line again. Of course, Shaw took it all in stride. With his performance record, the fat ass would never kick him off the force and everyone in the whole district knew it. He was the best damn cop in Costal City and the jailed criminals could tell you that.

Still, fate was a bitch to Shaw when things went wrong, like it was this morning as he woke up to the worst news of his life.

Damian Stone hadn't arrived at his trial hearing yesterday and only now, the next morning, they had found the truck that was supposed to be carrying him. Driving his green classic 1962 pontiac catalina (His old man's personal car that he received after his death), Shaw found himself in Standfort Woods where CSI and cops were all over the area. Shaw cursed as he took out a cigarette and lit up, breaking his three week streak of going through a single day without one. Getting out, he walked over to the crime scene were the prisoner truck was, along with three body bags.

"Stone anywhere?" asked Shaw to an officer who looked new to the force judging by his green looking face.

"No, sir. We haven't found his body, just… these three…" gulped the poor newbie who looked ready to lose his lunch. "Two of them were shot multiple times while the last one-"

"Had a pocket knife shoved into this neck?" asked Shaw, getting a quick nod in return. "Figures. That's his calling card. Goddamn, fat ass chief…"

"Sir?" asked the officer as the detective walked away.

Inhaling the smoke, Detective Shaw closed his eyes and wondered how in the name of the Lord himself he was still a religious person if crap like this happens. His cell soon rang and he already knew who it was. Answering it, he shouted, "Well, what do you want to hear, chief? The 'I told you so' or the fact we got three dead cops and a wanted man out doing God knows what."

"I don't have time for your jokes, Shaw! I got everybody on my ass for this and if you don't give me something I swear you're fired!"

More like you will be, thought Shaw, rolling his eyes. "Well, maybe if we went with the original plan and having him in that actual line of police protection instead of trying to trick his gang with a single vehicle with only three cops I think we might have been avoiding this situation."

"You son of a… ugh, what do we do now?!"

"Well, he's not going to be heading back to his crib; we got officers swarming the area. My guess is he's going to head somewhere else, but I don't know where…" answered Shaw, who was throwing his cigarette away. We finally nailed this bastard and after a year and a half he's fricken loose again. Where the hell is Stone going?

"Detective! We found something you should see!" shouted the officer from before.

Putting the call on hold, he walked over and saw the officer holding some kind of paper. Looking closer, Shaw saw that it was an article on Adventure Bay's Paw Patrol rescue squad. He recognized it because he knew the leader, Ryder, personally. After all, he was involved in the investigation along with-

"Oh crap," whispered Shaw as he eyed all the six pups shown on the paper except one was crossed out with a pencil. "Zuma…"

"Who?" asked the officer, but Detective Shaw was already heading for his car.

Once he was inside, he began to head back to the highway and drove as fast as he could with his lights on. "Chief!" he shouted on his phone. "I know where Stone is heading! He's heading to Adventure Bay! I need you to get every officer you can from Foggy Bottom to Eagleton involved. I'm heading there now!"

"Why the hell would Stone go there?"

"One word: revenge," was all Detective Shaw said before he hanged up and looked through his contacts for a person he hadn't talk to for a year and a half. He knew the kid was possible asleep, but this was important.

He waited for the dial to tone until he sighed in relief when he heard a tired voice yawn out, "Ryder here… who is this?"

"Ryder? It's Detective Shaw. Do you remember me?"

"Detective Shaw? Yeah, I remember you. What's wrong?"

"Is Zuma with you?" asked Shaw, praying he wasn't too late.

"Yeah, he's with me? What's wrong?"

Shaw sighed. "I got bad news…"

Much to the Pups shock, Ryder wasn't home by the time morning came. After eating some treats for breakfast, the pups waited inside the living room with bored expressions. They had tried on turning the TV on, but all that was going on was about some escaped prisoner or something. Eventually, Rocky had enough and got up. "That's it! I'm going to the hospital and find Ryder if he's not coming here."

The others looked at each other and nodded before heading to the door themselves. However, they soon heard the familiar sound of Ryder's ATV heading up the hill and barked in excitement as they saw him park in front of the lookout. However, when they saw him they quickly went silent. Ryder's face was pale and his eyes were bloodshot, worse yet it looked like he had seen a demon.

"Ryder, sir?" asked Chase, stepping forward with concern. "What happened?"

"It's… it's a long story, Chase," muttered Ryder, rubbing his temples. "Something happened and… I'm afraid we're going to be facing the biggest rescue in our lives."

"Rescue? Who are we rescuing?" asked Rubble.

"It's Zuma," muttered Ryder as he walked into the Lookout.

The others gasped as Rocky quickly asked, "Is he okay?"

"No…" muttered Ryder, sitting on one of the couches. "After what we just learned… he had a panic attack and had to stay at the hospital again."

"A panic attack?!" shouted the pups.

"Poor Zuma, but why did this happen?" asked Skye, biting her lip.

"What's going on Ryder? We need to know!" shouted Marshall, slamming his paw on the ground. "We've all been worried sick about Zuma, but we can't help him unless you tell us what is going on!"

All the pups stared at Ryder as he looked at them with sorrow in his eyes. "I promised Zuma to never tell you guys about his past unless he was ready, but it looks like we have no choice now." He sighed as leaned back against the couch, the pups all sitting down with full attention. "I told you that I found Zuma as an orphan down by Costal City, right? I lied." The others were a bit surprised by this since Ryder never lied to them before but they let him continue.

"I went there because I was trying to see if there were any adopted pups I could find for the team. We were missing a water and construction pup, and I at least wanted one of those filled before we started missions," explained Ryder. "Back then, Zuma had… a family. Two owners who were married, Greg and Marsha, and… a sister named, Shelly."