A/N: HEY-YO! I'm back! Glad to be here once again! Based on what I've heard, you guys love this story! Just remember: I don't know what ya wanna see if ya don't tell me! Now, I have a HUGE announcement! This requires me to rant, but it does have a point. Here we go:

It's about, what I call, 'the nationwide fanfiction cleanup of 2013' First I found out the DARESHOW of ZIM! By the always awesome Invader Xenial was take. Down. It was taken down for 'breaking FF rules.' Then, on Friday, I tried to post this chapter, but It said I couldn't post until now. I was filled with fear. I looked on my account- 2 of my stories were taken down for being songfics! I just wan to warn authors out there about those jerks! Now, Xenial has something planned as a comeback! Come and fight for our cause!

Disclaimer: I ain't Jhonen!

Dib sighed as he sauntered into a dark ally. Since he didn't plan on staying here overnight, he hadn't bothered to set up a place for himself like he normaly did. Usually, he'd phone up an old buddy and ask for them to take him in. They'd always do it in exchange for something. It might be something from off the steets, how to do something, and on the rare occasion, help with a heist. Normaly, it was cool with him. Ya know, having connections. Even if he was to stay somewhere for the night here, he couldn't afford to risk that in his home town. Why when, if something went wrong, he'd get caught 2-seconds flat? In other cities, it wouldn't be as bad, since they wouldn't know their a target. However, all good cops know that a criminal always returns to the scene of the crime. Or in this case, where they originated from.

He pulled off his trench coat and folded it up so he could use it as a pillow. Normaly it was his blanket, but he had been lucky enough to find a slightly torn quilt in the dumpster located in the ally he was at, so he desided to use that and hide behind the dumpster.

'At least I'll get a decent sleep' Dib thought. And that was good. The more well-rested he was, the easier it would be dodging cops. That was something he had learned the hard way. He had almost been caught a few times before due to lack of sleep.

So, he had laid down and gotten ready to close his eyes for the night. However, that was not the plan fate had in store for him.

He could hear the pitter patter of feet and a barking dog. That got his attention. If dogs were involved, they could track his scent easily! He bolted up, grabbing his trench coat, and raced to the ladder at the side of the building. He flew up the rungs like it was nothing. Even if they could track him with the dogs, if he was able to jump to the next building, he could hide under the ledge and avoid them for now.

However, he got quite the shock when he saw a person enter the ally. It looked as if they had been running for a long time. They looked around in fear, obviously not sure what to do.

Dib wasn't sure what to do either. Should he help or not? He bit his bottom lip. If he was going to help, he needed to do it. And fast!

Eventually, he desided. He leaned over the edge and whispered, "Hey!"

The person looked up, but Dib was too far away to judge what his reaction was. "Hide in the dumpster!" He continued' pointing to the said item.

They looked at it, and after a moment's hesitation, dove in, and not a moment too soon, as the dog came around the corner. The only thing Dib questioned was where it's human was. That was answered when another person-this one clearly female-entered the ally. "What cha find boy?"

The dog sniffed the scent trail to the dumpster, then started barking at it.

The girl giggled, then went off, the dog fallowing.

There was a moment of silence before the person exited the trash containment unit and Dib climbed down the ladder. Once the boy reached the person down below, it was clear that this was a dude.

"Hey," he hesitantly spoke. "Th-thanks for saving me there."

"It's no biggie, really. I do that kinda stuff all the time." Well, itwasn't a lie. He did, but only really for his criminal buddies. This was different. He didn't know the backstory for this guy.

"Wow. That must be amazing, getting to help people like that."

Dib chuckled. "Well, it only takes being good at something to save people. In your case, a voice that travels well, knowledge of the allyway, and a plan."

"You're still pretty amazing."

Now that he got a clearer look, he could see that this boy looked only about 19 or 20-ish. Just graduated from Hiskool, had nowhere to go, so he turned to a life of crime. Or so Dib thought.

The boy just stood there as Dib pulled off is trench coat and started folding it into a square. "Um, what are you doing?"

"Making a place for me to sleep." Dib responded as he finished folding the article of clothing, placing it at the top of the quilt's edge. "Why? Do you not have anywhere to go?"

"N-no. I do..." He sounded uncertain.

Dib just smiled. "Come here. You can sleep here with me if you want."

He started backing up, waving his hands. "Oh no, I couldn't intrude-"

"You wouldn't be." Dib promised. "You can stay here if you want."

The boy looked unsure. "Really?"

"Of course." The Membrane boy spoke, the smile still on his face.

"Alright..." So he carefully walked over and sat on the blanket as Dib dug through the trash, pulling something out.

"Here," He tossed it to the boy on the blanket. "You can use that as a pillow so it's more comfortable."

Dib layed down beside the strange boy. "Thanks. For everything." The boy thanked.

"Please, it's nothing."

So the two of them floated off into deep slumber. However, Dib was in too deep a sleep to see the shadow of a figure chuckle and escape the ally.

A/N: Sweet! I got this up before flag football! Wrll, enjoy the chapter, wish our team luck for football (especially with my bruised finger), and-

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