AN: Nothing to really say. I realize I'm getting a lot more reviews with this story then I did with Marshall Gone Missing, but still way behind on viewers. Must be because of the TV Tropes page or something.

Disclaimer: I do not own Paw Patrol

It was painful for Zuma to go through the horrible experience again, but Ryder was there to hold his paw as he told the story with as much detail as possible. More than then once they had to take a break when Zuma started crying or hyperventilating when he thought about the deaths of his family. After about three hours, Zuma reached the part where he said he bit Stone's arm and Detective Shaw's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Wait a minute! You bit him? Like tore a part of his flesh and blood?" asked Shaw, a grin slowly appearing on his face.

"Y-yeah, I can still taste it, ugh," muttered Zuma as he stuck out his tongue.

"Wait a minute," said Ryder, looked at Zuma's mouth. "Dog teeth are very sharp. If Zuma bit Stone there might be a chance that physical evidence is in his mouth."

"That's just what I was thinking! I'm going to call a doctor to see if he can do a swab on your teeth, that way we can get DNA evidence and have the son of a bitch nailed this time," said Detective Shaw as he got up and made his way to the door.

Ryder smiled and patted Zuma on the head. "You did good, Zuma. You did good." Zuma didn't share the same outlook as he whimpered and stared at his paws. "What's wrong?"

"W-what's going to happen to me?" asked Zuma, starting to tear up. "With my… family dead… I… I'm alone. I have no one!" Zuma dived into Ryder's chest and held on to him as he began to cry. "I don't want to go to an owphanage! I don't wanna go back!"

Ryder frowned as he held Zuma and began to rock him back and forth. "Zuma, I'm so sorry. It's going to be okay. I promise."

Shaw looked at the two while shaking his head. He had seen this many times when children lost their parents and had nowhere else to go. They headed into the adoption system which wasn't always the best. Sometimes the kids came out okay, other times they became the very same criminals he had to arrest. It was always a coin toss, and he hated to see the pup go into a life like that. Even if he does get adopted will they treat him as a son like his previous owners did or just another animal that only needs to be fed and cleaned when required?

"Zuma, I know this is sounding like the end of the world, and it's going to feel like that for a long time, but-"

"You don't know anything!" shouted Zuma, pushing him away and turning his back. "You still have your entire family and all your pups waiting for you back home! All my family is dead, and my home is forever wuined by that monster! I can't even go back to the beach without thinking about my family! So how would you know?! Did you see your family die in front of you, Wyder!"

And here comes the anger, thought Shaw, shaking his head. Poor pup just needs to let it all out.

"… Zuma, I do know what it's like," said Ryder, much to the shock of the others. "My parents… they died in front of me when I was seven."

"W-what?"

Ryder closed his eyes and sighed. "We were on vacation in Florida. An arsonist burned our hotel with firebombs. My parents… they didn't make it and I saw them burn. It's a sight I'll never forget. A firefighter rescued me before I was taken by the flames, and a police officer helped us escape to safety. That same officer caught the guy a few days later." Ryder shook his head as he took out his wallet and showed Zuma a picture of what had to be his parents. "I kept blaming myself for a long time because the reason we were there was because I graduated from high school and was going to go to college. The surprise trip to Disneyland was their way of saying how proud they were of me.

"Ryder, you finished high school at seven?" asked Detective Shaw with his mouth open wide. "What are you a super genius?"

"I was pretty much born as one," chuckled Ryder, scratching his head. "My parents were gifted scientists as well, rich ones too. Everything they owned was given to me when they died. The money, inventions, contacts. I used them to start Paw Patrol because I wanted to help people from becoming what I was. Alone. I wanted to save as many lives as I can." Ryder then put his hand on Zuma's shoulder. "Zuma, I wasn't able to save your family. But I can save you. I want you to live with me."

"Y-you… you want me?" asked Zuma, mouth droping.

"I offered you a position in Paw Patrol earlier, and that still stands. Even if you don't want it, I at least want to take you in to take care of you," offered Ryder.

Zuma's answer came in the form of a tackle and a lick on the cheeks. Shaw smiled at the two and felt everything would be alright. A knock on the door interrupted the moment, as a doctor stepped in. "Sorry, but were here to do Zuma's blood check."

"B-b-blood?" whimpered Zuma as his ears folded. He started to shake a lot which made everyone nervous as he started covering his eyes with his. "No… no blood… it's evewywhere! Make it stop! Stop the bleeding!"

"Zuma!" shouted Ryder as he tried to calm the panicking pup down. "Zuma, it's okay!"

"No! No! No!" shouted Zuma as he continued to scream. The doctor and his assistant ran in, trying to assist Ryder but he kept resisting, even tried to bite them in his panicking state. Finally, the doctor managed to take a shot he had and stuck in it in Zuma. The pup yipped for a bit before he slowly fell into a deep slumber and was out cold.

Detective Shaw watched all of this in silence before he left the building. He was going to bring Stone in now before anything else happened.

As if it was fitting for the situation, the entire sky was filled with grey clouds that looked ready to rain at any moment. Dozens of people and dogs, including Samuel and Reggie, had come to the cemetery to watch the burial after the funeral ceremony, something Zuma was sure his family would appreciate if they could. Three caskets with white flowers on top stood above the dug holes that would hold them for eternity.

Zuma, dressed in a simple black tux for his size, stood there while Ryder was by his side, their gaze focused on the three caskets. Two were of average human size, the closest one to him was puppy sized. Because of the damage done to their bodies, both Greg and Marshall had to be closed casket. The only one that was open was Shelly, who lay there peacefully in a white dress, her paws folded over her chest. She was smiling as if she was just dreaming in an afternoon nap, but it was a dream she would never wake up from.

A priest was saying something, but Zuma ignored him. Right now, he wasn't sure he wanted to listen to God when he allowed this to happen. He knew it was wrong to think that since Greg and Marsha had been religious themselves, and both him and Shelly followed in their beliefs. However, just today, he wanted to hold his anger.

Staring at the caskets, including his own sister, Zuma wondered what was going to happen now that he had lost everything. He had accepted Ryder's offer to go home with him, and become a member of Paw Patrol, even vowing to make sure nobody else suffered like he was. But what after that? Would he get along with these new pups? Would he ever move on from this? And then there was Stone. Just thinking about his name made Zuma almost lose his bladder. He had been angry before but now as the images of that murderer echoed in his head, he felt like he had seen the devil walk the earth and now it was in his dreams.

The priest finally ended his speech and turned his eyes to Zuma who gulped upon not feeling just his, but all eyes on him. He took three objects with him and walked over to the first casket which held his father, Greg. Greg had been human, but he was his dad. He raised him most of his life. They went to ball games together. He taught him what it meant to be brave, and stand up for what was right. He once told Zuma he was the son he never had in a trip down to the mountains for skiing. With a tearful farewell, he placed a white rose on the casket and kissed it. "Goodbye, Gweg."

Next was Marsha, his other owner, and his mother. She was the first human who ever showed him and Shelly a loving smile. It was then he knew that this human was going to be his owner. She cared for him when he was sick. Scolded him when he did something wrong, but made sure to teach why it was a mistake. She sat by his bed during the scary nights growing up. And she never once failed to say how much she loved both him, and his sister, every day. A part of him wished he had been born human, so he could be her real son. But she assured him that she was his son. And nothing would ever change that, not even death. Zuma put another white rose on the casket and kissed the wood. "Goodbye, Mawsha."

And finally there was his sister, the one who had been by his side since birth. He never knew what happened to his birth parents, a sad tale for many pups like him and Shelly. Shelly had always been rash, adventurous, and even headstrong while Zuma preferred to relax and hang back. But one thing Shelly always had been was helpful, she wanted to even one day be a lifeguard dog to help others out. Shelly had been more than just a sister, she was his best friend. They never spent one day away from each other for long, and there was a bond between them that few could ever understand. He wished he was right beside him, right now so they could mourn together. But she was with their parents now. For his sister, he had something special. Something he never managed to give to her before she died. With carefulness, he tied the new seashell necklace he made around her neck before kissing her forehead. "Goodbye… Sis…"

With that said, Zuma turned away and ran into Ryder's chest to sob into. His mournful cries echoed as the caskets were lowered into their earthly beds.

"Zuma? Hey, Zuma!"

The chocolate labrador groaned as he awoke from his dream and opened his teary eyes. "Wocky?"

"Oh thank goddness," sighed Rocky as he nuzzled his best friend. "I'm glad you're okay."

"Me too, kiddo," said a familiar voice that made Zuma turn his head and gaze at Detective Shaw. Saluting to the pup, he said, "Glad to see your up."

"Detective Shaw? Then…" Zuma's face began to lose color. "Then it's true… he escaped… and he's after me…"

"I'm afraid so, Zuma," said Shaw, shaking his head. Clenching his fist, he continued, "Put I promise that we'll do everything we can to protect you."

Zuma turned to Rocky and whimpered, "So… you know too?"

"We all do," said Rocky, patting his paw. "Don't worry. We'll protect you too."

"You don't understand! He's dangerous! He could kill you! Just like he killed my family!" shouted Zuma, shaking his head as his eyes widen with fear. "You have no idea what that man is capable of. He's evil, Wocky. Pure evil!"

He turned to Detective Shaw. "You know what I'm talking about, wight?! And he'll never get captured again! I mean you bawely got him last time!"

Detective Shaw growled as he punched the nearby wall. "Yeah… I remember…"

Detective Shaw had not trouble getting a warrant thanks to the evidence they had along with Zuma's testimony. He wasn't taking any chances and called for every cop he could along with two SWAT teams to assist. The murdering bastard lived in an abandoned factory with his gang, plenty of cover for the gang to hold out on incase a firefight erupted. Backup would take a few minutes to arrive, but

He had ordered all sirens to be put on silent for the element of surprise. When they arrived in the back parking lot of the factory, he put on his police vest and grabbed his Jericho 941, a gift from his training instructor when he went to Israel for a few courses years ago. It was a powerful gun, even more powerful than a Desert Eagle. He also had a second gun that was a VP70. Small, but accurate for close quarters.

The other officers and the SWAT teams erupted from their cars and trucks and began to forum up, with Shaw giving the orders. "Alpha Team will take the back door. Bravo and I will head over to the front to cut off their escape. These bastards won't go down without a fight so expect heavy resistance. Let's move!"

The two teams split up, Shaw leading his force as they double timed it to the front entrance of the factory. Two of the SWAT team set up breaching charged by the door and held the trigger before giving Shaw the thumbs up. Holding his pistol close, he radioed the other team. "Bravo in position. Alpha, are you ready?"

"Roger, sir. We are awaiting your green."

"Good. On my mark, we'll head in and sweep. Take down any hostiles. Stone is our main goal. So find him alive or dead," ordered Shaw. "Three. Two. One. Go!"

Two breaching charges on opposite ends of the factory went off, blowing the doors wide open. Officers from both ends entered, shouting and issuing orders. A few of the gangsters inside were easily spooked and fell to the floor without resisting arrest. A few others…

"Alpha Blue is taking fire! Repeat, we are taking fire! Firing back!"

Shaw was about to issue orders when a bullet sailed right over him and he ducked behind a nearby machine. "Take cover!"

Machine gun fire rained down upon the officers as two were cut down instantly while a third was hit in the knees and fell. A SWAT team member rushed over and helped drag him into cover while the gunshots continued. The police opened fire, Shaw among them as he let lose bullet after bullet from his Jericho.

Noticing a punk with an AK-47, Shaw aimed and fired a single shot that nailed him in the head. He then noticed a few steam pipes above and shouted, "Aim for the pipes!"

He and a few other officers did so, breaking them apart and letting lose steam upon the shooters. The SWAT team then charged forward with their guns blazing, cutting them apart one by one until only three remained but they were down for the count and injured. While cuffing them, Shaw's radio went off. "Stone spotted! He's heading up the walkway! We got injured and down officers and *bang* gah!"

Static.

"That son of a bitch," muttered Shaw as he saw a staircase leading up and charged forward without warning the rest. He climbed as high as he could while reloading his gun, his mind dead set on getting Stone one way or another.

When he reached a walk way, he saw Stone rushing past him at high speeds. "Stop right there, Stone!" shouted Shaw as he chased after him.

Stone turned his arm and started firing at him with a pistol, but Shaw fired back. Neither was able to hit each other as their desperation or rage kept blinding them to shoot straight. When both guns were empty, they focused on running instead. Shaw put every ounce of his energy into his legs and tackled Stone off his feet. The two went straight through a nearby window and crashed into an abandoned truck where they wrestled with each other before falling off it and into the pavement.

Stone, bleeding on his face, took out his pocket knife but froze when he saw Shaw's VP70 right between his eyes. Panting, Shaw said, "Give me a reason… any damn reason… and I will do it."

Stone eyed the detective clamly without any fear for a few minutes before he sighed and dropped his knife. "Well played officer. Well played."

"Shut up," said Shaw as he got up and forced Stone to the ground, as he handcuffed him he heard more sirens approaching and felt relief enter his chest. "Damian Stone you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law."

"I know the deal, officer," said Stone with a laugh. "But you'll find it hard to silence me."

Shaw said nothing back at the murderer. He just dragged him back to his feet and towards the upcoming backup that had arrived.