AN: Hey everybody. I'm sorry I'm so late with this again. I was finishing up the Puppy Love Moments fic that I was also working on. It's finished now so I can focus on Zuma's Fear again for awhile. I do have plans to put up another fic, this one a comedy, but I have two ideas and I don't know which ones to go for.

The first one I called "What's Marshall Up To?". This is a fic where Marshall has been disappearing a lot lately, doing something that none of the other pups know about. Each of them wonders what it is that Marshall's doing and give their own imaginative thoughts. Pretty much seven chapters is what I have planned for this.

The second one is called "A Wet Romance". In this fic, Rocky goes to pick up Zuma from his swimming club, but meets a beautiful female pup that Rocky falls in love with at first sight. Seeking to impress her, Rocky lies about loving to swim and agrees to come to a big surf party that week with the club. Upon realizing what he's agreed to, he begs his friends to help him get over his fear of water before the event.

Let me know which one you guys thinks works. Also, in respond to somebody who asked if Zuma's Fear has a TV tropes page like Marshall Gone Home, no it doesn't have one. But I hope it also gets one too.

Disclaimer: I don't own Paw Patrol

It had been at least a few hours since the spotting of Stone, and so far no other sightings of him. Detective Shaw and the rest of the task force were still on the hunt due to the fact that the forest around Jake's Mountain was very big. Each second that passed was another second too much for Zuma who still stayed close to his pup house, with Rocky watching over him.

There were a few officers left for guarding as well as assistance, but not much else for the Lookout. Chase, meanwhile, was teaching some of the other pups how to defend themselves with a few combat moves designed for pups. He felt it was best since Stone was a dangerous criminal, and being prepare for a fight could save their lives

"Okay, now come at me like you want to kill me, Marshall," said Chase, standing still out in the yard.

"But I don't want to kill you," said Marshall, whimpering. The other pups looked also unsure at the idea of hurting Chase.

"Trust me, I won't be hurt. I'm just going to show you a quick disabling move," said Chase, getting ready.

"Well, okay," said Marshall, scratching his ears. "But I think you'll need to motivate me."

"Okay, I plan on selling Mr. Snuggles on Ebay for a sixth season DVD of Walter Texas Ranger.

"Never!" shouted a frantic Marshall before growling and rushing right towards Chase. Both Skye and Rubble held their breath as Marshall leap at Chase with his fangs showing bright in the sunlight.

Chase quickly dodged the blow with a spin, following it up by grabbing Marshall's side with his teeth and forcing the dalmatian down on his side. Holding him down with a paw on his throat, Chase growled and Marshall quickly stopped as he felt himself unable to move.

"Woah," said Skye and Rubble in amazement.

"Yup, the trick is to use your own opponent's strength again them," said Chase, helping Marshall get up. "Try to turn the defense into an offense against your opponent. It can work in multiple ways, but you have to think fast and react fast."

"Or you could just bite them in the balls," said Rubble, cheerfully.

"Ewww, Rubble!" scolded Skye, sticking her tongue out. "That's gross! I didn't need to think of that image in my mind."

"What? I once saw a Doberman do that to a crazy hobo once," said Rubble, shrugging his shoulder. "It works."

"As gross as it may be, hitting or biting a human's um… pelvis area will be an effective way to take them down. Same as going for their throat, ankles, and wrists," said Chase.

"It kinda sounds like… well, you're telling us to kill," whimpered Marshall. "Aren't we supposed to save people? Not kill them?"

Chase looked at his best friend and sighed. He knew Marshall had a big soft heart, and understood his reasoning. As a police officer, and a Paw Patroler, his job was to save lives. However, cops had to deal with so many problems on the streets, that killing was an unfortunate thing they had to prepare themselves for. Chase himself had never killed, and he never wanted to in his career. However, they had a psycho killer that was after not just Zuma, but maybe the rest of them.

"Marshall, if a gun was pointed to my head, and the only way to stop that bad guy from killing me was to kill him first, would you do it?" asked Chase, narrowing his eyes at the squirming dalmatian. "Would you rather seem me alive? Or laid out in a casket before putting me in a grave?"

Marshall bit his lip, but slowly nodded his head in understanding. "Okay… I get it… doesn't mean I have to like it."

"I'm not asking you to," replied Chase as he put a paw on his best friend's shoulder. "I just want you to be prepared to do what's necessary." He then turned to the others. "Okay, now let's continue…"

Meanwhile, Ryder had been up in the control room, reading reports on Stone in order to understand him better. He was going to take a break when his puppad rang. Answering it, he saw a worried Mr. Porter on the screen. "Hey Mr. Porter, what's up?"

"Ryder! Have you seen Alex?! I left the house to make a few deliveries and when I came back I found him missing! I told him to stay inside because of that maniac on the loose, but now… oh dear…" Mr. Porter then started to bit his nails as his worries echoed on his face.

"I'm sure Alex is fine, Mr. Porter," responded Ryder, trying to save positive. It wouldn't be the first time Alex ran off to have an adventure. Usually, it ended up with Ryder and his pups rescuing him. He was about to say something else when he saw Alex's avatar on the side of his screen. "Speaking of which, I have him calling me right now. I'll tell him to head home."

"Thanks, Ryder," said Mr. Porter before he hung up.

Ryder switched to Alex's call. "Hey, Alex? Your grandpa is… is…"

Ryder's eyes widened when the screen finally came up. Alex was on there, as he hoped, but it was seeing his condition that had him nearly have a heart attack. The five year old was gagged and tied to a tree, struggling to escape with tears in his eyes. He tried to mumble something, but the gag prevented him. There were black and blue marks on his cheeks, obviously from a blunt object, and Ryder saw a wet stain between Alex's legs on his pants meaning he had wet himself in fear.

"Alex!" shouted Ryder. "What happened!? Wha-" Ryder's voice died out as a new face appeared on the screen, slowly inching in with a smirk on his face. "D-Damian Stone…"

Damian, chuckling, gave a two fingered salute as he inched towards Alex. Alex was struggling even harder to get free, shaking with fear as Damian rested his elbow on his head like he was a stool. "Hello, Ryder. I think this is the first time we are meeting face to face, but I have heard of you. No doubt you have heard of me."

"Release him, Stone! If you do anything to him I will make you regret it!" shouted Ryder, his voice so harsh that it was not a threat, it was a promise.

"Oh, what are going to do? Sick your little Power Ranger rip-off squad on me?" joked Stone. "How's Zuma by the way? Is he well? I did tell him I would come back… and come back I did." He narrowed his eyes and his smile turned into a threatening frown. "Now be quiet and listen or else I will have Alex meet my friend Shiva."

The name of the knife he always carried made Ryder shut up in an instant.

"Good. Now as you no doubt know, Detective Shaw and his Mystery Gang are looking for me near Jake's Mountain, but I'm far from there. Oh I did kill that girl's parents, but it was only to draw all of them out so I could kidnap poor Alex here. We're actually in the forests that are a few miles from here on the way to Foggy Bottom," said Stone, tapping his fingers on Alex's head like a drum, the latter of the two glaring at him in return.

"Why are you telling me this?" asked Ryder.

"Well, I want to see how good you rescue team is so we're going to play a game. See, I have a few fire bombs that are about to explode… right about now….

A series of loud booms nearly made Ryder drop his puppad. He rushed over to the periscope and looked in the direction from where Stone mentioned. Sure enough, a series of fires were now spreading across the forest. Looking back at his puppad, Stone was smiling like he had just called "check" at chess and was ready to soon call "mate". "Well, Ryder. It seems like four or so fires are starting to spread across the woods. Alex is located somewhere in these woods. Will you rescue him in time before the fires burn the poor kid alive? I guess we'll have to see and find out."

The call ended and Ryder stood there completely frozen by the turn of events. But a minute later he soon gained back his focus and pressed the call button for his pups. "Paw Patrol! To the Lookout!"

Hang on, Alex.

"Hiiiiiyaaaa!" shouted Skye as she flipped Marshall over her back, causing the Dally to land on his back, eyes spinning. "How was that, Chase?"

"Excellent work, Skye!" shouted Chase with a smile. Before he could say anything else, his pup tag blinked. The others also began to blink s their attention was quickly caught.

"Paw Patrol! To the Lookout!"

All the pups heard the call go out; even Zuma inside his pup house heard it and jumped to his feet. "Ryder needs us!"

The pups all howled and made their way towards the Lookout. Marshall, still dizzy from Skye's flip, struggled to follow his friends. "Wait for me! Woah! Woooaaahh!" said the confused pup as he made his way towards the elevator with his eyes spinning.

"Marshall! You're heading for the-" Rubble tried to warn his friend, but he and the other pups winced when they saw him crash into the nearby wall.

Rubbing his head, Marshall got on the elevator and narrowed his eyes. "Maybe I should headbutt my enemies if I'm so hard headed."

This made the pups giggle at the joke before the elevator moved up. As they went up, they couldn't help but wonder what emergency they were being called in for. And if it had to do with Stone; a fear that Zuma hoped came untrue. When it reached he locker room, the pups quickly put on their gear, but noticed that Chase has his super spy pup pack instead of his police one. This both excited and bothered Chase. On one paw, he was going to be doing some spying. On the other, he had a bad feeling that this wasn't going to be the enjoying kind of spying.

When they were all suited up, Skye pressed the button and up again they went. The elevator soon reached the top and they all jumped out in their usual order before standing at attention.

"Paw Patrol ready for action, Ryder, Sir!" shouted Chase.

The worried look on Ryder's face made each of the pups nervous as he pressed his puppad. Their fears while coming up came true as they saw a cartoon version of Damian Stone next to a tied up Alex in some woods. "Pups! We have a serious emergency! Alex has been kidnapped by Damian Stone!"

"What!"

"Oh no!"

"Poor Alex!"

Zuma nearly fell off his paws and cried out, "It's all my fault. He's doing what he said he would do! Endanger all of you because of me!"

"Zuma, don't go there," ordered Ryder, shaking his head. "We need to focus on Alex. His life is at stake and we are the only ones who can rescue him."

"I… I undewstand, Wyder…" whimpered Zuma, who shed a tear. The rest of the pups look at him with sympathy as Marshall nuzzled the saddened and guilt filled water pup. Rocky walked out of his spot online and went towards his best friend before giving him a hug.

"Zuma, it's okay. Nobody blames you for this. You shouldn't blame yourself for this either. Just blame that monster whose done but bad stuff, okay?" asked Rocky, giving him a smile. "Trust me, we'll get Alex back safe and sound."

Zuma cracked a bit of a smile before nodding as Ryder continued. "The earlier sighting was a distraction. As such, we're the only ones capable of stopping the fire and saving Alex until we get reinforcements. This is most likely a trap to get us to come out and Stone to pick us of one by one…" Ryder's words made each of the pups pale until Chase shook his head and barked.

"Hey! I don't care if it's a trap or not! Chase is on this case and he will stick to it thick and thin!"

The others looked at each other and nodded in agreement. "Alex has always been our biggest supporter and one of our good friends," said Skye, stomping her paw. "We can't let him down!"

"Yeah, and he's an honorary Paw Patroler! So that means it's one of us that's in trouble!" said Rubble.

"What's the plan, Wyder!" shouted Zuma, pushing aside his fears to focus on the more important task.

Pressing his puppad, the screen showed the forest with four separate fires spreading around the area. "There are four fires in the forest. Alex is somewhere trapped and we have to get him out. Saving Alex is our main priority, stopping the fires is number two." He pressed his puppad again and showed Marshall's symbol followed by his firetruck and hose. "Marshall, you're going to be on point. Use your hose and water cannons to fight back the fire while we search for Alex."

"I'm fired up!"

Next was Chase, along with his Spy Cruiser and his gear. "Spy Chase. While Marshall and I look for Alex through the fire, I want you to sneak through the forest and scout for us. Report anything you see."

"Super Spy Chase is on the case!"

Rubble and Skye's logos were paired together with their vehicles. "Rubble, I need you to make as much dirt as you can. Skye can then take a bucket and start pouring it on the fires to slow them down and lower the flames."

"Let's dig it!"

"Let's take to the skies!"

Finally, Rocky's logo appeared. "Rocky, is there any kind of invention you can come up with that can help us clear the smoke? It's going to be very hard to find Alex and breathe in that forest."

Rocky rubbed his chin a bit, getting into his thinking pose before his eyes light up with an idea. "I think I have an idea, but I'll need Zuma's help to do it. Along with his hovercraft."

"Whatever I can do to help, dude!" shouted Zuma. "Stone's doing this because of me, but I'll do whatever I can to pwotect my friends from him."

"Then you two pups stay here to work on the invention while also alerting Detective Shaw about what's happened. You can join us when you got the invention ready. Paw Patrol is on a roll!" shouted Ryder as he went to the sliding pole. The other pups barked in agreement as every pup but Zuma and Rocky went down the slide to their respective vehicles.

Rushing outside to the guardrail, the two watched their fellow teammates transform their pup houses and soon took off. Zuma turned to Rocky, biting his lip, and said, "I weally hope we can save Alex."

"We will, Zuma," reassured Rocky with a nod. "But I'm going to need your help to get this invention to work."

"Okay, but why do you need my hovercraft?" asked Zuma, tiling his head.

Rocky only smirked. "You'll see."