"I repeat. Who here will tell me who had the last Elder child murdered?"

Red and Purple stared at him with large eyes and blank expressions.

"Really? You want to feign stupidity to me?" Standing firm in front of them, he couldn't believe how he worshipped them not so long ago. "Want me to get 'our friend' back to convince you to talk to me?"

Shaking both their heads, it was Purple who spoke first. "We aren't responsible for that. We were on Irk all that time."

"Yeah, so you are torturing the wrong guys." Red chimed in.

Glaring at the both of them, he took a step forward. "That wasn't you who killed her, but someone ordered to then. Tell me who you ordered to kill her?"

"What's it to you?" Purple asked.

Red echoed him like a parrot. "Yeah! What's it to you?"

Leveling Red a warning look, he focused back to Zim. "Why do you care anyhow? She is dead and gone. The last of the natural born Irkens born and Elder."

"And we still aren't responsible for her death." Red whined.

Taking a step back, Zim placed his hands behind his back and whistled as he disappeared past the wall. He heard them both breath a sigh of relief along with Purple whispering to Red to shut up about something. Picking up something, he wandered casually over back to them and faced them with his legs spread apart, and arms still behind him.

"Let me try this instead." Producing the electric charge whip from behind his back, he laid it down on the ground activating it. "Who was the assassin responsible for Dai's murder?"

Brash bravado stolen looking at the whip, Red and Purple shrunk back. He only threatened them with it mostly. Only used it once which was enough for them to know that, Zim flipped a screw somewhere's. The once naive, crazy, defective, loyal, screaming, naive Zim was now the Tallest. This Zim was more logical and seemed more deadly because of it. Or was it because they were now frightened of that whip that they couldn't think straight?

"Why are you so concerned about this now, Zim?" Red questioned. "It isn't like you weren't there."

"But I know who was." Zim replied coldly. "Who was the assassin responsible?"

"You know who was there?" Purple asked in awe. "How is that possible?"

"Never mind that, and obviously by your expressions and questions, you do know the one responsible." Zim countered moving the whip closer to them.

"You should of died when we told you you were a defect." Red stated.

Smiling fully Zim took a step forward. "Funny you should say that. It seems my defect has showed me many things after I calmed down. How badly you treated others, including myself. I am extending respect to those who deserve it because they are mighty fine soldiers that do anything. Something you didn't do really." Putting the whip in front of their faces, he repeated in a soft deadly tone. "Give me the assassins name now."

Meanwhile, Gaz was still in the kitchen. She already found something to eat, but after she ate she just couldn't leave the table. Sitting there with her hand resting against her temple covering one eye, she just was weary. It got tiresome being in the middle all the time. The constant tug of war between them. Yes, she didn't mind in the past when they did that because it made her laugh, but she supposed as she is getting older that it should be left in their childish past.

Groaning, she wished for a massage for her shoulders and neck, but she just kept her hand resting there against her face. She also felt this pent up energy to go and hit something. She already yelled when she first arrived upstairs, but that succeeded in making her mad.

Taking her other hand she covered her other eye and groaned some more. Not hearing footsteps behind her, she suddenly felt a couple hands on her shoulders that were so gentle that it jolted her, but composing herself quickly before she did a girly scream, she turned around and decked Zim in his squeedlyscooch making him double back in pain.

"Ohhhhhh you still got it." He moaned as he grabbed at himself.

"I wanted to punch something. So thank you for being there." She said unapologetically.

Giving her 'you got it' pose with his pointer finger, he eventually straightened up. "Get anything to eat?"

"Yes."

"Mad at me?"

"Yes."

"Because I was fighting with your brother?"

"Yes."

"You could of kissed me to stop it."

Gaz looked into his innocent expression. "That is what you were hoping for?"

"Yes."

"Forget it then. I did it that one time to snap my brother's memory back into place. A memory that you messed around with." She pointed out.

"So you didn't like the kiss at all?"

Just placing her tongue between her teeth she bit down. She didn't bite into her tongue, she just laid her teeth down. "When we were younger it was amusing to see you both fight, but now that we are older, it becomes harder on me. I'm the one in the middle all the time. Can you see how hard this is for me?" She said instead.

Frowning, he nodded. "I'll do my best not to fight with him then."

"Thank you, Zim."

"So... You didn't answer my question about the kiss." He spoke as he sat down next to her.

How innocent he looked. She saw him being maniacal before. She did see many facets of him, but this innocent look always got her. "Want to know about the kiss? Well here it is..." Pushing her chair away she made her way out of the kitchen but was stopped by him.

"Please don't avoid, Gazlene."

Arm encircling her waist, halting her, she felt momentarily weak. "Fine, I liked it."

"That wasn't hard." He was torn on wanting to put her in his lap and kiss her again or just take his arm away, but he just kept it there as they stared at one another. "I questioned, Red and Purple on who killed your mother."

Arm temporarily forgotten, her eyes opened up wider. "Do you believe them?"

"Not entirely, so I planted a listening device down there. They can be pretty talkative for the most part. Computer will monitor that."

Not thinking, she kissed him on the forehead, pulled away, and was surprised when Zim quickly put her on his lap, and kissed her on the lips. It wasn't a caste kiss. It was full and passionate. Using her hands, she tried to force her way from him, but the second his tongue met hers she stopped struggling and kissed him back. He drove her crazy. He didn't have her full trust just yet, but it was almost there. As much as this felt good, she had to put her head back on her shoulders.

Pulling away from him, she looked into his ruby eyes for a few seconds before she slapped him hard in the side of the face. Getting up, she spat out. "I still don't trust you 100%."

Standing up, he knew he had to meet up with Skoodge, but even though he understood what she was saying, he still wanted to kiss her again. "That is fine. I understand."

Eyeing his device she just had to ask. "I don't see you putting coordinates in, but yet it knows where to go."

"It is connected with my pak." He replied simply.

"I'm surprised you just didn't put it in your pak then. Aren't you afraid of it getting lost?" Lifting up the device to look at it, it looked simple enough, but with a few buttons on it.

Staring down at the top of her head and noting her close proximity again to him, that urge to take her in his arms was strong again. "Actually this is a spare. The other one is inside my pak. If you want, I can show you how to operate this one in time. Would you like that?"

Looking up into his face she simply nodded her head, made a mental note to hit herself once he was gone, and took a step back. "I guess you better meet up with, Skoodge then."

"Why yes I should." Nodding his head, he vanished away from her.

Punching herself in the arm for her possible hormones or stupidity she just kept cursing over and over at herself. "Computer?"

"Yes?"

"Does Zim have a gym or some place where I can put my aggressions against?" Pinching herself for how that question was phrased, she was happy when the Computer understood her and instructed her to the elevator so he can bring her to that room. She figured after being Zim so long that of course the Computer would understand that question.

Showing up directly next to Skoodge, he immediately asked. "Skoodge, what is it you are wanting to see me about?"

Skoodge had a helmet on him now, he guessed that Iggins near shot got to him a little. "Got a transmission from someone you really needed to know about right away, Zim. It's Tak."

"Tak? Why didn't she communicate with me directly? Oh never mind, what did she have to say?"

"Nothing much, she just said she is on her way here."

With her this could be a bad thing or maybe with his last talk with her he was able to convince her how much more perfect it is to be under him rather then the old Tallest.

"Also there will be a special present video'd to you from Lard Nar. He says it might make you laugh." Skoodge added.

Lard Nar's video's have been amusing on the whole to him and quite informative, so he would be interested in this as normal. "Excellent, Skoodge. Anything else?"

Saluting. "No my Tallest."

"No need to salute when we are in the middle of battle, I value your life." With an accurrsary scan of his surroundings he was surprised that all this was because of him. There was a mixture of pride and sadness within him regarding it.