Zim wrestled away my keyboard from me. No one needs me to tell them how demanding he can be.

Zim stared at the monitor reading over her articles in that newspaper she worked under, along with reading that blog. He knew she was not seeing anyone else since he kept a constant watch of her with his amazing spying skills. He felt curious how she differed from her peers whom also held blogs of their own, and he quickly found out one thing. Most had some of their brains removed. Yes, this planet would do well to perish. He might. MIGHT. Spare Dib-stink simply because at least he did have a brain. Gaz, was always gonna be the first one spared. That demoness will make him even more powerful with her by his side. Hearing a slight muffled sound in the background he turned to look at the individuals responsible for it before turning back to his monitor.

"Computer!" He barked.

"Uhh what now?" It droned.

Squinting his eyes at that tone, he tilted his seat back. "Computer put the prisoners in holding cell 8 and after you do that, it would serve you well to adjust your personality towards me knowing what I have done so far." He reminded him.

Computing several outcomes and knowing what a sick mind he was capable of having, he answered in a slightly more chipper tone. "Yes I will do that right now. Anything else?"

Waving his hand in now some satisfaction, Zim replied. "Nothing else at this time. Thank you, computer."

Two metal hands came down from the ceiling, quickly snatching the individuals up in muffled screeches, placing them through another door, until utter silence was heard again. Happy for that he began reading one of her entries about passions and books. It might of sounded lame to many, but the way she wrote, it made it sound poetic. There is that softness in her. She mentioned that in passing before to him.

He was sitting on one side of the couch, while she was on the other side, book in her hand. She agreed to come over to "hang out" and maybe watch television. It turned out she was reading a book, and he was pretending to watch t.v, but really trying to be sly in examining her. Of course that hardly worked since she would always ask him what he was looking at. He would sometimes join her at a bookstore and marvel at how she looked around and tore apart different sections of some genres. So when he chanced looking at her again, while she was on the couch, he watched how she breathed. Her patterns were either even or her breath would get hitched as her mouth seemed to open up a little mouthing out a word. He was so curious about why she read so much, that he needed to ask.

"Why do you read so much, Gaz?"

"You serious?" She didn't bother to look away from her book.

"That is why I ask."

Closing her book gently, she looked at him. "I've been in love with books for as long as I can read. I love the feel of books in my hands. I love the smell."

"The smell?"

"Don't interrupt" She warned giving him a very stern look. "Yes, the smell. It puts me at ease." Taking a deep breath, she looked away from him, as if to calm herself or something before she continued. "Anyhow while my mom is gone, and after she left, my dad immersing himself into work and barely at home and still thinking I'm 7 when I am now 15, and I had Dib for a while, who unfortunately had to act like a mock dad, but now is really more deep into paranormal and aliens. Thanks a lot there, Zim. Well, books are always here and never left me so..." Opening up her book again, she started to read.

"Is there sex in books you read?" Watching her eyebrow quirk up, he knew he shouldn't of asked that question while staring at a certain part of her body, but there it was.

"Not often. No let me clarify. Read these books yourself and see for yourself." Obviously uncomfortable she closed her book quickly so she can get up.

"Where are you going? I'm just curious."

"I know you are it is just..." She trailed off.

Quickly getting off the couch himself he stood in front of her. "Gaz, you are the only one that wants to talk to me so I have all these questions and well..."

Smiling softly at him, she placed her hand on his arm. "I understand. I do, but well recently, even though I can handle myself, I was still surprised by something."

Looking into her amber eyes, he noticed that they darkened a little before a little dampness entered. "Gaz?"

Shaking her head, she turned around abruptly to tell him she will see him tomorrow.

She never told him at all what surprised her. He just hoped it wasn't horrible and if it was that she doomed them somehow in her special way. As he thought of that, he noticed a new personal message from her. Needing to hide that he has been looking at her messages she wrote. It did hurt him personally when he saw some of the pain she was going through. He wanted to punish, Gir for writing to her that one day, but even Gir missed her almost as much as he missed her.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled up the message which read:

Dear Zim,

I don't know where you are and why you left.

Did you leave because you couldn't take stupid human behavior any longer?

Well neither can I, but I wasn't given the opportunity to go with you.

I miss you each day and I can't believe how attached I have gotten to you.

I've gotten so attached that I feel like beating you up for making me feel this way.

Please come back.

You know who it is

He was very tempted to reply to her, but instead he closed the message and privately went to the Membrane house to perch in the same tree as before to look into her window. She was moving back and forth in her room while dressed in short shorts and a black top. Her pace was starting to look a little animalistic, until she stopped to put her head in her hands. She looked like she was crying. He hated seeing his strong Gaz in this state. Closing his eyes he started to think.

"Zim?"

Opening his eyes quickly, he slunk more deeply into the trees leaves. She was peering outside her window. He was the amazing All Mighty Zim, and he couldn't be detected. Well, that is what he had to keep assuring himself as he watched her look around, then cross her arms to try to guard against the cold before giving up and closing the window. Of course it didn't stop her from looking out, so he stood there until she turned around briefly so he can blink back to his base. Sighing, he started to curse at himself in Irken. He must really watch the sounds he makes.

Meanwhile in her bed, Gaz knew she wasn't hearing things when she heard that very familiar guttural sound. It was the same sound he made that day after the museum. Smirking to herself, she started to have a very huge sneaking suspicion about Zim.