A/N: Here's the next chapter.

Chase sat there in his police cruiser, head still on his steering wheel. He felt like and idiot. Well, he was an idiot. After what he had done, he honestly hates himself just as much as she does. The only thing to do now, was to head home.

Taking one last glance at the light blue pup-house, he drove off.

10 minutes later...

Chase reached the lookout. Turning his cruiser back into his pup-house, he quickly put on some deodorant to mask the smell of Everest's scent that was still fresh on him.

'Damn she smells good...' He thought. After, he quickly stepped out into the fresh air. Looking around, he saw the rest of the boys playing tug-of-war. Even though they were much older now, they still loved that game.

He walked over. He sat a meter away watching them pull. It was Zuma and Rubble against Rocky and Marshall. Chase could see how easily Zuma and Rubble were winning, but the other two were putting up quite a fight. But, a few seconds later, Rocky's paw moved over the line declaring Zuma and Rubble the winners this time.

"Yeah!" They shouted, high pawing each-other. "No fair, you had Rubble, Zuma." Rocky complained. "Hey, I chose him first." Zuma said sticking his toungue at Rocky.

"God Zuma. Will you ever grow up?" He asked rolling his eyes.

"Nope." Zuma answered, as everyone laughed. "Hey Chase." Marshall greeted seeing Chase. "How you doin buddy?" He asked. "Not to bad. You guys?" Chase asked. "Nahh, were go-" Rubble tried to say but then...

"Guys, breakfast is ready." Ryder called through their pup-tags. "Yayyyy! Breakfast!" Rubble shouted as he ran off. Rocky soon followed. Marshall was about to go before he stopped to look at two remaining pups. "Aren't you guys coming?" He asked. Chase was about to go but Zuma stopped him. "Nahh, we'll catch up. I need to talk to Chase real quick." He said.

"O-Okay. But hurry up, before Rubble eats all your food." He said laughing as he ran off.

Chase watched Marshall disappear into the lookout before meeting the angry eyes of his other best friend. He swore, Zuma's green eyes, were like two daggers piercing into his soul.

'Twice in one day.' Chase thought. 'First Everest and now Zuma.'

"So, mind telling me what happened?" Zuma asked.

His facial expression showed that he was angry. Chase could tell, it was the same look Zuma would have whenever they faught. And let's just say, there had been a lot of fights between him and Zuma in the past.

"What happened where. What are you talking about?" Chase asked. A small part of him felt scared that Zuma knew something about what happened, but that was preposturous. There's no way he could know.

"Don't play dumb. You know what I'm talking about." Zuma said demandingly. "I don't know what you're talking about." Chase responded blandly.

"Chase, I can see that you're upset. Something happened. Please tell me." Zuma's demeanor completely changed after he said this. It went from angry to concerned. Chase was relieved that Zuma didn't know what happened, even though it wasn't possible. But he could see that Zuma knew something happened and Chase wasn't in the mood to talk about it.

More so, Zuma would probably kill him if he found out what happened. So it would be best not to say. "Its nothing Zuma. I promise... Also you shouldn't worry so much. You're starting to sound like me." Chase said chuckling. Zuma chuckled as well. "I can't help it. You know I love you Chase." He said.

"Yeah, yeah. I love you to. But its nothing. I swear." Chase concluded. "Fine, don't tell me. I'll know soon enough." Zuma said as the two walked off to eat breakfast.

After breakfast, everyone went on their way. Rubble went to visit Sylvia, Rocky went to visit Emily, Zuma and Skye went for a walk and that left the first two members of the PAW Patrol. Marshall walked over to Chase who was inside his pup-house.

"Hey buddy, wanna go for a walk?" He said knocking on the door. Seconds later the shepherd exited with a smile. "Sure, sounds like fun. Been quite some time since we've spent time together." Chase replied.

"Yeah, it has been. Maybe we can go to Mr. Porter's. You know, for like a drink or something and talk there." Marshall suggested. "That's sounds perfect. Race ya!" Chase shouted as he ran off. Marshall soon took pursuit.

"Did he not hear me say 'Walk'?" Marshall asked himself

The two reached Mr. Porters in less than a minute, Chase winning because of his head-start. Marshall was too tired to complain.

The two sat down at a table, outside the restuarant. Mr. Porter brought them drinks and they were off. Chatting away.

They spoke of recent events, including Marshall's break-up with Everest. Chase felt sorry for him, but decided not to press the issue seeing how upset just bringing up the subject makes his best friend. And the fact that the guilt was now starting to set on the shepherd.

"So, can I ask you something?" Marshall started breaking Chase out of his thought. "Sure buddy." Chase replied. "Well, this is actually something that's been on my mind for quite some time." He said again. Chase looked at him, "Okay, shoot. What's the question?" Chase replied again.

"Well, you know how you've dated a lot of girls right." Marshall said scratching the back of his head with his front paw. "Uhhhhh, yeah." Chase answered. "Well, if you dated so many girls, and it was so easy to ask them out. Why haven't you ever made a move on Skye?" Marshall finally asked.

Chase was shocked. It was a very, very good question. Processing it, Chase was finally ready to come clean.

"Well..." He started.

"Yesssss." Marshall said, feeling impatient.

"You see, the thing about Skye is, she's different. Whenever I'm around her, I get nervous. I mean, she is one of my best friends and I care about her, but it doesn't feel right, if you know what I mean." Chase answered.

"Nope, not at all." Marshall replied cluelessly.

Chase huffed, "I mean, like when I'm around her and were playing like friends, or even talking like friends, its awesome and I love it. But as soon as like I try to make a move, my stomach feels like its eating itself, and I feel sick. And worst of all, its the look on Skye's face. Its like she's begging me not to. Not that I blame her ofcourse." Chase continued...

Marshall was finally catching on to what he was saying. "But that's just you being shy. Its romantic, you know, being shy around the girl you like." Marshall countered.

"No, I'm not shy. The whole atmosphere just starts to feel akward. And not romantic akward, like, akward akward, like bad akward. And I just end up walking away." Chase finished.

That's when Marshall finally understood the reason why Chase had seem to lose interest in Skye.

Chase noticed that by Marshall's facial expression, that he understood. And Chase isn't gonna lie, it felt good to finally get that of his chest and it was even better that someone understood. Marshall truly was his best buddy.

"I get it Chase. I totally get it." He said, chuckling as he took a sip from his glass.

"To make it easier to understand, me and Skye dating would be as bad as you and Skye dating." Chase commented.

Right after he said that, Chase swore, he'd seen the biggest spit-take any dalmatian had ever taken. Ever!

Marshall spat out water like his life depended on it, and right after started coughing as some got into his wind-pipe. As he came to, he told everyone looking that he was okay and to resume eating.

Marshall then glanced at the laughing shepherd. "Are you crazy. Me and Skye! I mean, she's beautiful, but she's like my sister. It would be like incest!" Marshall shouted.

Chase stopped laughing seeing that the dally understood fully now what he meant. Just as he was about to speak, a dog aproached them. She was female and a breed like Hachiko's. She stood on her hind legs, putting her front paws on their table.

"Hi Chasey!" She greeted, putting her right front paw on Chase's front paw that was on the table. Marshall just stared in amazement at the girl right beside him...

After she greeted, Chase looked the other way, pretending not to notice her. She gasped, "So rude." She said tapping his shoulder.

He looked at her, "Hi Sarah." He greeted. "Hi, again. Just came to ask you, how's your buddy Zuma doing?" She asked.

Chase smiled. "Absolutely fabulous. I swear I've never seen him so happy." He answered, knowing it would make her angry. "Haha, very funny. Just tell him that I miss him okay. Please." She pleaded with her puppy eyes. Chase cursed the fact that he was such a gentlmen. "Fine, I'll tell him when I see him." He answered.

"Thank you handsome. You never could say 'No' to me." She said brushing her paw across his cheek only for him to push it away. She turned her head to meet two shining, gorgeous blue eyes. She gasped.

"Who's your friend over here?!" She asked putting her other paw on Marshall's paw. He swore, he'd never blsuhed so much before. "He's so CUTE." She stated. His face got even more red, while he mentally cursed his white fur.

"This is Marshall. You remember. Zuma told you about him and the rest of us." Chase answered her original question. "Ohhhh yeah. Well I never actually met him. What's wrong cutie? You seem down." She said rubbing his paw lightly.

"Ohh, uh, uhm, well. Its nothing really." He answered. "He just broke up with his girlfriend." Chase stated, properly answering the question for Marshall. "Ohh, that's too bad. Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, besides Chase here, give me a call." She said, smiling at Marshall.

His blush became even worse, and he was smiling from ear to ear. She them called Mr, Porter and asked to borrow his pen, and some paper, where she wrote her number down for him. She handed it to Marshall. "Here you go." She said.

"Thanks." Marshall replied, extremely happy.

"Well, see ya cutie." She said. She then looked at Chase. "By Chasey, and don't forget to tell Zuma what I said." She said as she walked off. Chase looked, angrily at Marshall. It wasn't even a day since he broke up with Everest, and he was already accepting numbers from other girls.

Chase just wanted to punch Marshall right in his face, but remembered, he was just as bad for what he did to her, on the same day even.

'Poor Everest. What did she do to deserve all of this?' He thought as he mentally punched himself.

Soon the day went by. Skye really did enjoy the day with her Zuma. He always knew how to make her smile. They headed in for dinner and shortly after, to bed. Another day without missions.

"Maybe Daring Danny X moved to another city." Ryder said to himself.

Zuma and Skye decided to sleep in their seperate pup-houses, but just for tonight, in-case Ryder wanted to check on them.

The hours ticked by, and the soft snores could be heard from all the snoozing pups. Untill, a certain police pup's puphouse door opened. He exited walking passed the pink pup-house, towards the orange one. He soflty knocked on the door.

"Zuma. Hey Zuma." He called. He then opened the pup-house to find the sleeping labrador.

'He looks so peaceful...' Chase thought. "This is for this morning." He whispered as he violently shook Zuma awake.

Zuma's eyes shot open as he jumped up looking at the smirking shepherd by his side. "What the fuck Chase?" He asked rubbing his eyes.

"I need to talk to you." Chase said getting staright to the point. "Couldn't it wait till morning?" Zuma asked yawning.

"I-I just really need to talk to you about something. Its eating me alive and I just can't get it off my chest. Please Zuma." Chase pleaded. Zuma looked into his eyes, seeing that the shepherd was really hurt and he hated seeing him like this.

"Well, let's talk." Zuma answered with a smile. Chase smiled back and led Zuma to the big oak in the middle of the garden. "So what's wrong buddy?" Zuma asked.

Chase looked at him with teary eyes.

"I fucked up big-time Zuma..."