AN: So like I said before, I'm thinking of doing a romance one shot. Just so I can even things out with my sad stories. Thing is though, I don't know what to write. So I want you guys to choose:

Chase x Skye

Rocky x Zuma

Rocky x Marshall

Everest x Marshall

Skye x Marshall

Marshall x Chase

Disclaimer: I don't own Paw Patrol. If I did, I'd give it the opening and theme of NCIS: LA.

If it wasn't for the fact that his sister was in trouble, Zuma would have been yipping out in joy at the speeds they were going on the jet ski. Issuing the directions to Ryder, Zuma did his best to be brave as they came across the first hurtle of rocks that Glazing Rock Point was famous for. He bit his lip, hoping that Ryder was as good at driving a jet ski as he was making one. To his relief, the jet ski easily maneuvered the rocks. Zuma continued to hang on, and soon felt his fears replaced with excitement as they passed each barrage of rock that they encountered.

Soon, they were closer to the location where Zuma spotted Shelly on the line of rocks and pointed her out. "There she is!"

"Hang on! I'm going to get closer," said Ryder as he carefully sailed forward.

Shelly's ears perked up upon hearing the sound of an engine and turned her head to see her rescuers. Excited, she waved a paw and barked, but was dragged under sea again by the tide which was rising even higher. Both Ryder and Zuma sighed in relief when they saw her barley get back on the rocks, but it looked like she would lose her grip for good any second now.

"Get in closer!" shouted Zuma, with worry.

Ryder tried, but the waves were getting more wild and he didn't want to risk losing control. "I can't! The tide is too much!"

"Shelly?! Can you swim towards us!" shouted Zuma.

"My leg is cramped! I can't!" she shouted back. "Help me!"

"What do we do now, Wyder?!" asked Zuma, turning to the human with pleading eyes.

Ryder rubbed his chin before snapping his fingers. "I got it! Zuma, the small trunk at the end of my jet ski has rope in it. I'll tie you up and you can go get your sister."

"No pwoblem! I'm one of the best doggie swimmers around!" shouted Zuma as he did as he was ordered. He found the rope and tossed it to Ryder, who proceeded to wrap one end around the labrador's waist while the other he wrapped around the controls of the jet ski.

"Okay, Zuma! Ready to get wet?" asked Ryder.

"Born weady!" said Zuma as he dived into the water. He shook off the icy feeling of the cold water and focused on swimming towards his sister.

The waves were rough, sending Zuma up and down, but he kept going forward with determination in his eyes. With each passing wave that he concurred he got closer and closer to reaching his sister. Shelly reached out, hoping to get to her brother in time. This proved to be a mistake as the next wave knocked her off the rocks completely, sending her screaming underwater.

"Shelly! Nooo!" shouted Zuma as he dived under.

Blinking his eyes so he could see clearer, he swam as fast as he could down below where he saw his sister struggling to maintain afloat. Her sore cramp prevented her from moving upwards, and the pain made her yell underwater, wasting air. At last Zuma reached his sister, and wrapped his paws around her waist before pulling the rope three times. The rope began to pull them back to the surface as Zuma assisted by kicking upward as hard as he could.

The moment they broke the surface, both pups let out big gasps and hacked water out of their mouths and noses. Seeing herself safe in her brother's paws, Shelly embraced her brother and sobbed at the prospect of almost drowning. Zuma only sighed in relief that his sister was okay as he was pulled back by Ryder.

"Nice rescue, Zuma. Are you okay, Shelly?" asked Ryder, helping both pups up.

"Y-yeah," stuttered Shelly, shaking from the cold. "T-thanks for h-h-helping m-me."

"It was no problem, Shelly. Whenever you're in trouble, just yelp for help," said Ryder with a smile. "Now let's get you back to shore so we can get you checked out and dried."

Nodding with much vigor enthusiasm, the pups cheered as Ryder started to drive them out of Glazing Rock Point.

"I cannot believe you were so stupid, Shelly!" shouted Greg back at the Tiki Snack Shack. He had been pacing for over an ten minutes, shouting and berating a teary-eyed Shelly for her earlier actions. Marsha had been wrapping her hurt leg while placing ice on it, though her glare showed that she shared her husband's feelings. Zuma, Ryder, Samuel, and Reggie all stood on the side, feeling sorry for the hurt pup.

"I'm sorry, Greg," muttered Shelly, lowering her head in shame.

"How many times have we told you, and Zuma, that Glazing Rock Point was dangerous and you should never swim there, much less surf!" growled Greg, rubbing his temples. "Damnit, if it wasn't for your brother, and Ryder, you could have died out there!"

"I know, okay! I'm sorry! I thought it would be okay if I tried surfing just a little bit during low tied, but I screwed up!" yelled Shelly, burring her face into her paws and crying. "Please… please don't hate me…"

Greg's face softened as he and Marsha looked at each other before the latter calmly took the crying pup into her arms and began to rock her. "Shelly, we could never hate you. You and Zuma are family to us, and we love you. We were just so worried sick about you and if we lost you…" Marsha let a tear drop down from her eye. "We're just glad you're safe, honey." She then proceeded to kiss her pup on the cheek.

Shelly turned to Greg who sighed and ruffed up the top of her head. "Same here, kiddo. I'm more relieved than upset. Believe me." He then wagged her finger at her. "You are grounded for two weeks though."

"I understand," said Shelly as she turned to Ryder and Zuma. "Thanks for saving me."

"Yes, thank you for all your help, Ryder… um, I don't know your last name," said Greg walking over and holding out his hand.

Ryder chuckled before shaking it. "Just Ryder is fine. I'm just glad we could help Shelly."

Zuma barked in approval before noticing something. "Hey, Shelly! You're shell necklace is gone!"

Looking at her bare chest, Shelly sighed in disappointment. "I guess I lost it in the sea."

"Don't worry! I'll get you a new one!" said Samuel eagerly, but was then pulled by the ear via Reggie's mouth.

"Oh no you don't," she said as she dragged them away. "We are going to report back to HQ and then you're going to hold my bags when my owner and I go shopping tomorrow morning."

"Why do I have to do that?!" shouted Samuel, as he was dragged across the room towards the beach exit.

"Because I had to listen to you prattle on about your speech all day. Payback is a bitch," said a smirking Reggie.

"Yeah, you are one," whispered Samuel before he was smacked in the face by Reggie's tail.

Zuma and Ryder laughed at the sight before Ryder looked at his watch. "Well, I'd better get back to my hotel room. I'm glad everything worked out."

"You're welcome at our snack shack anytime with a free meal, Ryder," said Greg, patting the boy on the back.

"Thanks, sir. But you don't have to do that," said Ryder, blushing.

"No way, dude. We owe you a lot for helping me save my sister," said Zuma, wagging his tail. "Will you come by tomorrow?"

"Sure, I got some time after a few more interviews. See you tomorrow," said Ryder as they all waved him goodbye.

Man, he's so cool. Whoever gets to be on his team is gonna have so much fun, thought Zuma as he and the others closed the shop and made for their beach home.

"Wow, so you and Zuma were rescuing even before he came to Paw Patrol?" asked Marshall with amazement. "Coo!"

"Zuma was really brave to go into that dangerous water," said Rocky, shivering. "I think I would faint trying to do it."

"His sister sounds pretty cool," said Chase. "But how come we never heard about her, or his owners, until now. Where are they anyway?"

Ryder closed his eyes and sighed, "I'm getting there, but we need to get to the next day..."

Since Shelly was still hurt from here experience yesterday, and Zuma still exhausted, both pups were given the day off from working at the shack. Thankfully, it wasn't a busy day at their side of the beach thanks to the lack of people on it. Still, that didn't mean that the shack didn't have customers.

With Greg and Marsha busy, Zuma decided to make a gift for his sister: a new sea shell necklace. Taking a sand bucket, he spent the last hour searching for the perfect sea shells to grab on the beach. A few friendly residents waved at him or offered to help, but he politely turned them down. He felt like he needed to do it since it was his sister after all.

His bucket half-full, Zuma started to check which ones looked good for a necklace when he heard his name called out. Turning around he smiled as he saw Reggie and a depressed Samuel walking towards him. "What's up, dudes?" He then turned to the down trotted Samuel and asked, "Dude, what's wrong? Who died?"

"A dream, Zuma. Only a dream," muttered Samuel.

"Ryder called back and said that Samuel did his best, but he didn't pass the interview," explained Reggie as he eyed her partner with sympathy.

"Aw, I'm sowwy, Sam," said Zuma patting him on the shoulder. "I still think you're a gweat lifeguard pup though."

"Thank, man," said Samuel with a small smile. He then puffed out his chest and made another muscled pose with his forelegs. "I guess I'll just need to continue protecting the beach with my awesomeness. Paw Patrol doesn't know what they're missing with me and these babies right here. Oh, yeah."

Reggie rolled her eyes and whispered, "Oh, lucky us."

Zuma giggled at their antics before his stomach began to growl. "Hey, wanna grab lunch? My tweat."

The two nodded enthusiastically as they made their way to the Tiki Snack Shack. However, when they got there they were treated to a surprising scene as Greg looked to be arguing with some young darker skinned man dressed in baggy pants and a blue hoodie. Marsha was looking with worry while Shelly looked ready to charge in and bite something despite her cast. Other patrons of the store were looking either in interest or worry as the shouting got louder and louder.

Sensing trouble, the three pups rushed forward just as Greg was finishing, "… and if you show up on my property again I will see to it that you are jailed for a long time!"

The hooded guy snorted and shook his head. "You're making a mistake. Nobody tells Stone 'no' when he offers a deal like this. After all, there are a lot of hoodlums who like to make trouble around these parts."

"Yeah, hoodlums like you." Greg glared and pointed this finger at the punk. "Tell your boss that I don't want his 'protection' and he can shove his offer up his pie hole. Now get out of here!"

The hooded guy laughed harshly before shaking his head. "Man, you are in deep. Hope ya got a good coffin for yer funeral, buddy."

"Is there trouble here," said Reggie as she stepped forward, grabbing their attention. She glared at the hooded guy, who look disinterested at the aspect of being threatened by a pup. "I can radio both other lifeguards and beach security to escort you off the premise if you're disturbing this place, bucko."

"Yeah, and we're not afraid to drag you out by your pants either," growled Samuel.

"Tsh, whatever," said the hooded figure as he walked away, making sure to give the bird as he passed by.

Marsha rushed over to her husband and hugged him. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Punks like that are nothing," said Greg.

"What happened, Gweg?" asked Zuma, concerned.

"Oh, some jerk came here as a repressive of his boss, Stone or whatever," said Greg, rolling his eyes. "Apparently, he saw how successful we were and wanted us to make a 'donation' so that we were protected."

"Sounds like an extortion racket to me," said a new voice. They all turned towards a serious looking Ryder who walked in. "That guy sounds dangerous. He and his boss could come for revenge since you disrespected them. We should call the police."

"Ryder, there is no need," said Greg, shaking his head. "It's just some punk lying out of his mouth so he can get a free meal. We get those kinds of guys from time to time."

"I wanted to make him leave with a good bite on his rump," growled Shelly. "Nobody threatens my family."

"Still, maybe we should call the police, Greg," said Marsha.

"Look, I'm sure it's nothing," reassured Greg, patting his wife's hand. "If you want, we'll go to the police tomorrow. For now, let's get back to work."

Marsha slowly nodded her head and walked with her back to the kitchen. Zuma turned to Ryder and asked, "Do you think he'll bwing twouble?"

"I don't know, it's better to be safe than sorry," said Ryder, crossing his arms. "But I can't do anything if Greg doesn't want too."

"He's kind of stubborn like that," said Shelly, limping forward. "But don't worry. If any trouble does come by, me and Zuma will take care of it."

Ryder leaned down and smiled before patting Shelly on the head. "I'm sure you pups can. Anyway, how about some lunch?"

The pups cheered at this as they walked over to get some food. Zuma was about to follow them when Ryder stopped him. "Hey, Zuma? Mind if I talk to you in private?"

"Sure thing," said Zuma as he followed Ryder away from the snack shack. When they were a few feet away, Zuma sat on his haunches and asked, "What's up?"

"Well, yesterday I was very impressed with you, Zuma. Not only were you an excellent swimmer, but you were also brave, daring, and dedicated to making sure your sister was safe and sound despite the danger." Ryder then pulled out a small tag out of his pocket and showed it to Zuma. It was orange with a white anchor on it. "Because of seeing you in action, and from what I've heard about you in my own investigations with people who are regulars here, I would like to offer you a position as the water rescue pup of Paw Patrol."

Zuma's mouth dropped as he gazed into the dog tag with wide eyes. "M-m-m-me?! Why? I've never twained to be a wescue pup like Samuel and Weggie!"

"I'm looking for something special for the team I'm building, something that sets them apart from others," explained Ryder, smiling. "I think you would be a great fit with my other pups."

For a minute, Zuma pictured himself being a rescue pup, helping others like he had helped Shelly with Ryder yesterday. He didn't deny that working with Ryder was a good feeling, and he respected him a lot. They had only met just yesterday, and already he was asking Zuma to be part of his special pup team. He couldn't help but feel honored.

However, Zuma closed his eyes and gave a sad smile while shaking his head. "Sowwy, Wyder. But I'm going to have to decline." Ryder retreated his hand and waited for an explanation. "I can't leave my family. Gweg and Mawsha are like my mom and dad. And I could never leave Shelly behind, never. I love it here, I'm happy with what I got alweady. So as much as I would like to help you, dude, I'm afwaid the answer is no."

Thankfully, Ryder didn't seem angry or that surprised as he got up and pocketed the tag. "I understand. I figured I might as well give you the option. Still, thanks for being honest."

"No pwoblem, dude," said Zuma before his stomach growled again. "Uh, why don't we head over to lunch before my tummy gets even louder."

Ryder laughed as he and Zuma headed back to the shack.

Night came and it soon came time to close up the shack. Greg was putting away the last of the frozen foods while Marsha was packing up today's earnings. Zuma and Shelly decided to spend their time waiting by rolling a ball back and forth. Zuma never admitted it, but he always found closing time to be very unnerving. There was nobody on the beach at this time, and the silence was always creepy.

"Hey, Gweg, can we have liver sausages and chili for dinner?" asked Zuma, licking his lips.

"Sure thing, Zuma," answered Greg as he closed the door to the kitchen and prepare to lock it.

That's when they first heard them. They all recognized the sound as that of an ATV, and at first they thought it was Ryder, but then it was followed by more of them. "What's that?" asked Shelly, lifting her ears as high as they could go.

The engine sounds got louder until Zuma looked over his shoulder and gasped, "Look!"

Coming towards the Tiki Snack Shack from outside were at least ten ATV's with two people riding on them. Every one of them was dressed in black pants and shirts with helmets on top. They then started to swerve away, slowly circling the shack like it sharks.

The family all huddled up together as the ATV's soon stopped and all the passengers got up, holding what looked to be long black and heavy objects. When they stepped on to the wooden surface of the shack, and into the light, they saw what they were and their blood turned to ice.

Guns.

They were real guns. Not the kind that Zuma and Shelly had seen on TV when Greg watched his action movies. Not the toy looking ones they saw in their cartoons. But real, and deadly, guns.

One of the masked riders slowly walked up towards the group, strutting around like he owned the place. Slowly, he took of his helmet, revealing a young man with blond hair and a light green dye on his bands. He had a golden earing on his right ear and a smile that seemed to hold maliciousness with it. He clapped his hands and smiled at the group, "Hi, I don't suppose you do late night take out do you? My boys and I are very huggry."

"Who are you?" asked Greg, stepping forward to protect his family.

"My name is Damian Stone," he said bowing his head before giving them a toothy grin. "And from what I heard you wanted to shove something up my pie hole was it?"