Been a long time, but I won't apologize for that. I start writing the next chapter as soon as I post the last and I have a lot going on in my life at the moment. This chapter was originally meant to be a LOT shorter, basically just filler chapter. Then I started to see at as an opportunity to work in some things I've meaning to find place. Start the fic.

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Pacifica ran as fast as she possibly could, which given her current location wasn't as fast as she would like. You see, she wasn't running inside a cave or even in an underground cavern, no, this time she was running in a very narrow space surrounded by wood and insulation. She was running through a crawl space, the in-between-the-walls if you will.

*SCRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!*

A two legged monster quickly chased after her letting out it's blood curdling cry. It's head was triangular and long, it's nose was pink and rectangular. A long, ringed tail raced out it's back to the ground where it dragged. Circular ears twitched on top of it's head, a hole in the outer rim of the left one. While there was patches of fur were doted throughout it's body it was still covered from head to toe in scales. On the end of each foot was a long hooked retractable claw with only two other toes for company.

It quickly rounded a corner chasing after Pacifica. It's victory was assured as Pacifica had ran herself right in to a dead end. She turned to it and smiled much to it's curiosity. The dead end she had ran herself in to was actually very spacious for a crawl space.

"Well when it rains it pours, and when it pours..."

*RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!*

"I open up an umbrella!"

From behind her back Pacifica pulled out her umbrella and opened it up. The monster charged throwing it's head forward and opening it's scaly hand poised for grabbing.

*BJORTZT!*

Red beams of light shot out from the umbrella's pointed ends in to the ground. Then the beams spread out to connect with each other in the circular shape of the umbrella. Of course the monster, not knowing what any of this meant, continued it's charge only to smack face first in to the wall. It shook it's head quickly to shake off the pain; back on it's feet it sneered angrily at Pacifica. In a blind rage it attacked Pacifica's walls with everything it had. Pacifica only grinned as she stood and waited patiently for the monster to tire itself out.

*PLOOT!*

The monster was covered in green goop from behind; it struggled frantically on the floor in a futile effort for freedom.

"Glad that's over with. What even is that thing?" Pacifica asked as she put her umbrella away.

"It's called a Ratptor." Dipper explained. He pulled out his journal and flipped through a few of the pages until he found the one he was looking for. "Named for looking like a raptor mixed with rat features. Known for living in narrow and dark spaces which are ideal for it's nesting grounds. Normally it is found in caves but it is not unheard of for it to take up residence in old abandoned houses, preferably ones with lots of fiberglass to make it's nests."

"Fiberglass?! Why?"

"Says here, it helps it's scales in some weird way, working with the weird oil in between it's scales. Another lesson for you here, Pacifica. It never stops being weird!"

"Kind of already figured that one out." she deadpanned. "So are you going to read this thing it's rights or what?"

"Nah. It's just a dumb animal. Come on, let's get it out of here so transport can pick it up. And then we can get you back to bed!"

"Dipper, I told you! I'm feeling better now!" Pacifica snapped.

"Well you still look very pale to me!" Dipper snapped back.

Government officials threw the raptor in the back of a prison transport truck and asked Dipper to sign some papers.

"So," Pacifica started. "If it's 'just a dumb animal' what are you going to do with it?"

"We're going to send it to a remote closed off wild life sanctuary where it will never be able to endanger anyone ever again. One which has lots of tight caves... It should be pretty happy there."

Dipper handed the signed papers to the government official. "Here's your paper work. Now I suggest you get going."

"Sir," he leaned in close and whispered in Dipper's ear. "What about that little girl over there?"

Standing next to Pacifica was a red headed eleven year old with her arm in a cast. There was a baseball cap on top of her head which reminded Dipper of when he would wear a trucker hat back at the Mystery Shack.

"Oh don't mind her! She's our contact! Now get going!"

"Sir! Yes sir!"

As the truck drove off Dipper and Pacifica turned their attention to the little girl.

"Thanks again, Mister! Nobody believed me when I said there was a monster living inside that house! Everybody thought that I got my arm broken in there because I was just being reckless! I don't know if I can pay you in anything..."

"Don't worry about it squirt!" Dipper cut in. He playfully pulled the cap over the little girl's eyes. "Consider this one on the house. Just don't go taking anymore 'dares' like that alright?"

She lifted her cap up and gave an amused grin. "Heh... Okay."

They waved goodbye to their little client and climbed in to their RV.

"How'd a little girl like that even manage to contact us?" Pacifica asked as she buckled in.

"Couldn't have been easy, but maybe that says something. In order to contact us and survive an encounter with a ratptor with only a broken arm... I think she might be some kind of genius. If we don't watch it she might be gunning for a jobs in ten years. Oh well no time time to dwell on it now, we got a viking to bail out!"

Later...

Pacifica was dressed down to pjs and bathrobe again but she was bustling about instead of laying down in bed like Dipper wanted her to. She had managed to put off the pillow by continuously talking about their last adventure. Dipper, on the other hand, was starting to run out of patience.

"That house was weird! There was almost more space in the crawl space than, like, the actual house. Honestly, they should tear the whole thing down! Fake walls like that should say something."

"Since there was a monster living inside it, I agree! Now get to bed!"

"You're still convinced I'm still sick? After all the bustling around the RV I just did? Oh and outrunning a f***ing monster?!"

"Yes! Because I don't think you're much different from yesterday and yesterday you didn't even notice the two twelve year old versions of myself I was talking to!"

Pacifica blinked in confusion.

"Those were real? I thought they were just another fever hallucination."

"Yes they are very much real. 3 and 4 are their nicknames but they have assigned actual names to themselves. 3 is Tracey and 4 is Quattro."

"Oh... Why do they look like you from ten years ago?"

"I'll tell you some other time. For now, bed!"

She climbed in to her own bed and jostled herself under the covers. "There! I'm in bed! Happy now?!"

"Ecstatic." Dipper said dryly.

Dipper turned on the television for her but there was only static.

"That's weird..." Dipper took a look out the window. "There's no storm outside. We should be at least able to get some kind of picture. Pacifica, you stay here, I'm going to go up to the roof and take a look at our receiving antennae."

"Be careful."

Dipper playfully rolled his eyes. "What's the worst that can happen?"

Dipper had managed to park the RV next to a forest, not his first choice (especially since the trees were dead for some reason) but he didn't have a lot of options. The nearest gas station was closed for the night so he had to park someplace off road. They had decided to continue their journey to Yorg's in the morning.

Climbing up the ladder on the back of the RV found the antennae on top to be perfectly fine. It was his own invention, used the super science Ford taught him in college so it would only pick up the channels he wanted, but there didn't seem to be a thing wrong. Then he turned his attention to the sky, the clouds were just as black as any storm clouds and yet the only thing they seemed to do was hover in the sky menacingly. "That doesn't look normal."

"HELP ME!"

A man came running out of the forest in a blind panic. Bruises decorated his body, he was covered in a layer of sweat, like he had been running all night.

Dipper climbed down the ladder and dashed to the man. "Whoa! Calm down buddy! What's happening?!"

"I shouldn't have done it! I didn't know what he really had planned! I shouldn't have made that deal!"

A cold chill ran down Dipper's spine, he knew exactly who this man was running from. A claw stretched out from the shadows and stabbed the man in the back.

The man lurched forward, he grabbed Dipper's trench coat in desperation as he fell to his knees. The look in the man's eyes, they told of a horror story. The helplessness the man felt, his despair, they all sang out in the look in his eyes as he fell to the ground. The man was dead now, and Dipper was left alone. The claw dissipated in to thin air and Dipper started to breathe heavily. He had never felt more vulnerable and exposed, he instantly drew his gun.

"I KNOW YOU'RE HERE! SHOW YOURSELF!"

At first there was no response, not even a sound save for the wind blowing through the trees.

"Well well well, Detective Dipper Pines..." Dipper froze. The voice was right behind him, practically in his ear. He would know that voice anywhere. It was the Jersey Devil. "It's a small world after all."

Stepping out from behind Dipper was the monster himself. His three cloven hooves clopped on the ground as he moved towards the body.

His head was that of a goat's skull, devoid of any flesh yet two little balls of flames resided in his eye holes acting as eyes. Despite his head being a goat skull the horns he had resembled more of a bull's but twisted a little as they went up. From the neck down he had flesh covered in a grayish black fur. His build was a lot scrawnier than one might expect but Dipper knew not to underestimate him. A long tail raced out the small of his back with a sharpened spade at the end. Two large bat like wings arched out his back leathery and as black.

"You look good. Well as good as a pale man can anyways."

He looked at Dipper and then gave his attention to the corpse on the ground.

"Not to worry though, I'm not here for you. I'm here for him."

He reached his three clawed hand and phased it in to the dead body. He pulled out a small glowing orb of light and held it up in the air, he released it and let it fall to the floor. As soon as it hit the ground it transformed in to a transparent version of the dead man. The dead man looked at himself in despair and then at Dipper, pleading for him to help.

"As your master, I hereby order you to go back to the prison and wait for me there."

The man turned around and floated away. In his back you could see the wound mark left by the lethal claw mark.

"He actually thought he could back out of my deals. Tried to run away... I'll give him credit though, he got much farther than anybody else. Seriously, no one had ever eluded me for as long as he did. Probably would have made it to the other side of the country if I hadn't cut him off. That's enough business for now though," his little fireball turned to Dipper. "How have you been? Is Mabel around?"

He asked this question absentmindedly rubbing the side of his jaw. "I suppose she wouldn't be though. Yes, you've gotten yourself someone new, the paranormal world has been all abuzz about you two. Say, where is she? I would very much like to meet her acquaintance."

*CLICK!*

Dipper aimed his special gun right at the Jersey Devil's face. His hand was shaking with the gun but there a fierce determination in his eyes which showed he meant business.

"You stay the Hell away from her! You hear me?! If you so much as place a claw on her I will make you wish you were never born!"

The Jersey Devil stared at Dipper for a moment and then turned his attention to the gun.

"Well that gun looks much different from the one you pointed at me last time."

"Of course it is! You destroyed the one I had before it."

"Of course! Of course!" The Jersey Devil placed a nonchalant claw on the gun and pointed it away from himself. He lowered himself closer to the ground and picked up the dead body. He turned around and took a couple steps away from Dipper. He spread his wings wide preparing for take off. "Well it's been fun catching up but I'm afraid I can't stay. People to torment, deals to make, you know how it is..."

"WAIT!"

He was about to fly off but Dipper's sudden outburst stopped him before he could even get in to the air.

"I need to know!" He looked at the Jersey Devil with steely determination. "Exactly what are you planning in New York?"

He stared at Dipper as if he just said something odd. It was hard to give a quizzical look with his head but somehow he managed to make it happen.

"New York? As in in New York, New York? Dipper, Dipper, Dipper..." The Jersey Devil shook his head in disappointment. "I thought you were smarter than this. If I'm going to release any horrible evil upon the world, I'm going to do it from the comfort of my home in Jersey!" With that being said the Jersey Devil jumped in to the air and started to flap his wings. "I'd love to stick around and chew the fat with you but I have fresh soul waiting for me back at my fortress."

Before Dipper could say anything else the Jersey Devil took off in to the sky carrying the corpse with him.

"Hope to see you again real soon, 'detective'!"

The Jersey Devil was starting to get farther away but Dipper never let him out of his line of fire. He wanted to pull the trigger, settle it right here and now, have his ultimate showdown but instead he found himself frozen. He couldn't move his body, he felt a deer stuck in the headlights of a car. His hand started to shake again but much more violently this time.

"Come on! Just pull the trigger!"

But it was no good, the Jersey Devil was too far now. He had missed his opportunity.

Dipper swore and kicked the ground. He headed back inside feeling completely ashamed of himself. He was expecting Pacifica to question him about all the racket that went on outside but when he stepped inside it was completely quiet.

He looked at Pacifica and gave a sad smile at the sight of her already asleep. He sighed and walked over to her, the girl was a heavier sleeper than she looked. A piece of her blanket had fallen off of her shoulder so Dipper delicately tucked her in. He then started to get himself ready for bed as well and turned off the television (which was working fine now btw).

"Everything will look better in the morning."

Dipper's musing caused some stirring with Pacifica; she peaked an eye open and let out a very quiet "Dipper..."

'Oh sure! She can sleep through a complete racket outside but when it comes to me talking to myself THAT'S worth getting up for!' Dipper bitterly thought.

"Hey Sleepyhead; I told you that you needed more rest." Dipper gave her a forced smile which he tried to make look sincere.

"Is everything okay? I mean for pity's sake, you look even paler than me."

"Everything is fine. You go to sleep, and tomorrow you'll meet my old friend Yorg."

"Okay. If you say so. Good night, Dipper."

"Good night, Pacifica."

Pacifica went back to sleep but Dipper would be staring up at ceiling in his couch bed for hours before sleep could finally claim him.

The RV pulled up to the police station of Autmer City, it was a very large building with two large lamp posts next to it's stoop. Dipper managed to park close to the entrance so it would be a short walk in.

"He hospitalized two street gangs?! Are you serious?!"

"Hate to say it, but yes! It really bothers me too because he promised he wouldn't hurt anyone."

Dipper held the door open for Pacifica allowing her to go first.

"Maybe some time in his holding cell will have given him some time to think about what he's done."

The inside was a waiting room hallway which lead to the front desk. Sitting in a chair was a rather old woman, she had her hair done up in a bun and was wearing a navy blue suit. She stood up almost immediately when she saw Dipper.

"Dipper, I'm so glad you're here. Oh! Did you know your hat has a pink dot in it?"

Dipper winced but decided to just ignore the question.

"I'm sorry we couldn't have come sooner." He motioned to Pacifica. "Inga, this is Pacifica. She helps me out with the cases. Pacifica, this is Inga. We found Yorg together."

"Oh! It's nice to meet you!"

Inga offered her hand towards Pacifica and she shook it.

"Likewise. Dipper, never told me he found Yorg with somebody else."

"Well I'm typically a quiet woman, I don't like too much attention. I was really there just to translate. The poor boy doesn't know any other language besides English, can you believe that?"

"Sounds like him. So exactly what happened?"

"Yeah, you said you were going to travel with him to keep him out of trouble."

"Well we were traveling together, seeing the country just like we planned when all Hell broke loose! There was shouting and shooting and then I looked away for one moment and Yorg was gone. I'm sorry!"

"It's okay, I understand... but I'm still going to need to talk to him. He's in a holding cell right?"

"Yes, patiently awaiting you."

The three walked to the the front desk where Dipper flashed his special badge to the desk officer. "I'm Detective Pines, sanctioned by the government, this Pacifica Northwest, my... associate. We understand you arrested a rather old man who was involved in the hospitalization of two street gangs; we need a quick chat with him."

The desk officer looked over the badge and nodded. "Alright, you seem official. Stay here and we'll get everything ready for you."

A lady officer walking a German Shepherd suddenly caught Pacifica's eye. "Oh a dog! Would it be okay if I pet it?"

"I don't know... She's been pretty moody lately. Lazy too... but mostly moody." The dog let out an annoyed growl. "That's what you've BEEN lately! Moody and Lazy! I'll tell you what sister, let her sniff your hand and if she gives it a lick then you can pet her."

Pacifica knelt down to the dog and offered her hand. Dipper looked at her slightly perplexed; Pacifica could feel his gaze as the dog sniffed her hand.

"I'm a dog lover, okay?"

"I would have pegged you for a cat lover."

"Those hairball machines?! No thank you!"

The dog gave her hand a lick and Pacifica started to pet the dog.

"Oh sure!" the lady officer snarled. "Be nice with her but when it comes to me you get all snarly and bitey!"

"Well you do know she's pregnant right?" asked Pacifica.

"Wait, what?! Susan, is that why you won't do your exercises?"

Susan gave a quiet little 'woof!' as an answer. Then she let out a whine and collapsed on the floor.

"SUSAN!"

"Oh my goodness, she's ready to have them too. Like, right now!"

"WHAT?!"

"Quick! We need to get here someplace where it'll be safe for the delivery!"

"I know just the spot!" The lady officer quickly picked up Susan and ran off with Pacifica quickly following.

"Wait! Pacifica!" Dipper called out. "What about Yorg?!"

"This is what needs my full attention right now!" she called back.

"Don't worry Dipper," comforted Inga. "I'll help them with it and we'll meet up you and Yorg in no time."

She patted Dipper on the back and ran after Pacifica.

Yorg was a rather large gentleman, even by normal standards. Why even Soos himself would only come up to Yorg's chin. A fur cape was draped over his hunched back, held in place by two large metal disks on his chest. He did have on a metal helmet but there were no horns as vikings were often seen wearing in the media. He was still a rather old man, white reached down to his shoulder but it was nothing compared to his Santa Claus like beard.

He sat on the cell bench patiently, kicking his legs back and forth like a child. A guard came over and opened the cell door. "You have a visitor."

(A/N: You remember what I've said in the past about accents right? Just pretend Yorg has a Swiss accent.)

"Ah good! Must be Dipper, here to bail me out!"

Yorg was guided by a police officer to a room usually used for interrogations. Dipper managed to pull some strings and convinced the station to let them talk there instead. There was a metal table and two chairs for sitting and chatting.

"Dipper! It is so good to see you again!"

"Yorg! I must admit I wish we were meeting again under happier circumstances, but I am very impressed with your English! I guess Inga's lessons really paid off!"

"Yeah, she is my little love chicken!"

"I always thought you two would end up together, but let's address the elephant in the room."

Yorg looked to his left and then to his right. "Elephant? What elephant? Is it invisible? Truly it must be the strangest creature either of us have yet to see!"

"It's a metaphor! My point is: when I left you with Inga, she translated that you PROMISED not to hurt anyone! What happened, man?!"

"Well I was walking with Inga exploring the city when we started to hear these loud noises. I remember she once told me about these amazing things called 'fireworks' and I thought perhaps this was it. I ran ahead and then this nice young gentleman asked me if I was looking to 'get capped'. I thought he was asking for my helmet so I threw it at him and it sort of accidentally broke his legs. Then I saw one of them toss these things called 'hand grenades' and I was caught in amazement, it was as if they wielded the power of the Gods themselves in their hands. I thought perhaps that this could be it, this could be entryway in to the gates of Valhalla. Those pebble shooters they called 'guns' were especially fu... Dipper, my friend, why are burying your face in to your hand?"

"It's called face palming. It's a future thing... Yorg, I gave you a lot of slack because I believed in you and your promise but you really let me down here!"

"...oh... Well they started it!"

"I don't care who started it! You nearly ended... them! Seriously man, some of them probably aren't going to be able to walk again! Man, you've try HARDER at this promise! Not just for me, and not just for yourself, but for Inga too!"

"Inga?"

"Yes! You're a warrior but is she? What if they decide to go after her instead of you?!"

Yorg hung his head a little in shame and twiddled his fingers for a bit. "Very well, Dipper. For you and Inga I shall do better. I swear on my beard. Where is Inga anyways?"

"Well this guard dog turned out to be pregnant, so Inga and Pacifica volunteered to get on top of it while we chatted."

Yorg gave an almost youthful smile followed by a raised eyebrow. "And exactly who is this 'Pacifica'?"

Dipper would never admit it but he blushed pretty hard at this question. "Oh she's... you know, nobody. She's just... helping me with my cases and... ahem, living me with in the RV."

Yorg gave a playful punch to Dipper's shoulder but it sent him flying to the opposite side of the room.

"Sorry Dipper! Sorry!"

Yorg was helping Dipper up to his feet when a police officer came in with a serious look on his face.

"Yorg? You've been released. You can go now."

"What? But I haven't even paid his bail yet!"

"You don't have to. He's been officially pardoned."

"Pardoned?! By who?!"

"By the same guy who wants to speak to you. Immediately!"

"Alright, tell... whoever it is, that I'm on my way. Yorg, you got lucky this time but do you have any other questions to ask me before I leave?"

"Can I get a motorcycle? I saw one and it looked like so much fun!"

"...Ask Inga!"

Dipper was lead back to the lobby with Yorg where they found a man in green waiting for them.

Dipper recognized this gentleman immediately. From his military hair cut, to the five stars he had on each shoulder. This man stood tall and proud with medals adoring his military suit.

This was Five Star General Victor Segatory, he was one of the few men in country Dipper actually had to answer and report to. He was not a man known for house calls, so if he was here to clean up one of his messes just to talk to him it meant one of two things. Either 1) Dipper was in some big trouble and was about to be personally reprimanded for it or 2) General Segatory had a job for him which was so important the information could only be trusted to be delivered in person.

Either way, it had to be severely important.

"F-F-F-FIVE STAR GENERAL! SIR!"

Dipper immediately stood at attention his hand up in a salute.

"Nice reflexes there, Pines. Now normally I don't bother in your matters what with your weird creatures and your uh..." General Segatory paused for a moment as he looked over Yorg. "'unique' friends, but what I've on my hands here is something that requires me to bring out this country's 'A' Game. Now I understand you finally found a suitable replacement for that sister you told me about?"

"SIR! YES SIR!"

"There's no need to shout."

"SORRY SIR, I'M JUST VERY NERVOUS!...SIR!"

The General was about to order him to at ease when Pacifica came in from the next room taking off a pair of rubber gloves. She walked right pass the General, almost ignoring him, and stood next to Dipper looking at him expectantly.

"So the puppies were delivered, they're all perfectly healthy. The nursing skills I learned in Iceland made it a piece of cake, Inga was a big help and..." Pacifica trailed off as the longer she went on the more bullets Dipper sweated. He was so stiff and nervous it was clear something was up with him. She followed his gaze to the General and leaned over.

"Who's the big green military guy?"

Dipper swallowed a lump in his throat. He leaned over to Pacifica and then said as quietly as he could "This is Five Star General Segatory, he answers only to the President, and for all intensive purposes... He. Is. Our. Boss!"

In a flash Pacifica was saluting, standing next to Dipper every bit as stiff as Dipper was. "Sir! Sorry Sir!"

General Segatory ignored her and took a step closer to Dipper. He stared the detective right in the eye with his steely gaze. "Detective, am I to believe that this woman who just delivered puppies and walked pass me as if I were normal civilian is to be the supposed 'cavalry' you chose for when you get in to a life or death situation?"

Dipper swallowed another lump in his throat. "Yes sir!" His voice came out squeaky and cracked, he doubted it helped his situation.

"Well I have just one thing to say about your 'choice'."

All of the terror, strife, and stress which Bill Cipher caused Dipper during Weirdmageddon paled in comparison to the situation which this ordinary military man had placed him in.

The General gave Dipper a hardy slap on the back with a shout of "Nice Job!"

"In all seriousness though, both of you can at ease now." Dipper and Pacifica let out a breath and hunched over themselves. The General pulled out a manila folder from behind himself and handed it to Dipper. "This is your mission; nothing too challenging for the likes of you, it's a escort mission. A world criminal was apprehended here in the U.S. and we're transporting it to U.N where it can face judgement by the World Court. Her name is Babba Yagga, if you can believe it, and she's been eating children all over the world before she was caught in California by a foreign agent. Your job is security... both of you. You'll be escorting the criminal by train, we got McGucket special brand train just for the occasion. Babba Yagga gets on the train, and it's your jobs to make sure she doesn't get off she reaches New York! The details about the train are in the folder, but you should know you won't doing this job alone. The foreign agent will be joining you in transporting the criminal; I believe you're already acquainted with the gentleman."

Dipper flipped through the folder and then smiled. "Oh! It's Artie! I love that guy!"

"I considered sending your weird bug man to deliver this instead of me but he got held up at the lab."

Flashback

Mothman landed on the ground with his shoulders slumped.

"Hey Mothman, why you looking so down dawg?"

"Oh, hey Deep Chris. I'm just a little sad because another woman screamed when she saw my face. Make me kind of depressed, you know?"

"Don't be down Moth G! How about we play some paddy cake, just you and me, for serious!"

"You always know exactly how to cheer me up."

They started to play paddy cake which was challenging for Deep Chris since Mothman kept using all four hands.

From around the corner General Segatory was watching the scene but he slowly slid behind the corner.

End Flashback

"I've seen horrific battles but nothing was creepier than watching those two play paddy cake."

"I know what you mean Sir!" Dipper saluted.

"As for you, ya big viking colossus..." Yorg must have been ignorant of the gravity the General's visit brought because he had been whispering sweet nothings with Inga during the whole debriefing. The General took a calming breath and the couple gave him their attention. "If anyone knows what it's like to have trouble holding back in a fight it's me, but in the future at least TRY to find a way to handicap yourself!"

"Yes Sir!"

The General turned his attention back to Pacifica. "As for you, Dipper has yet to send any complaints about you in your reports." He suddenly slaps her on the back. "That's a good thing in case you didn't know! This Senior/Junior Officer you two have going on seems to be going just fine! Keep up the great work!"

As the General walked off his words seemed to linger in Pacifica's head. 'Senior and Junior Officer? I guess that describes us. I never really thought of us like that before though. I wonder if that's how Dipper's viewed our relationship?'

The General tipped his hat to everyone and left through the front door. With him gone and business basically concluded, Pacifica could finally ask Dipper a question which was burning in her mind.

"Dipper, can we get a puppy?"

"What?! Puppy? No!"

"Oh come on! I'm not talking about one of the ones I just delivered, I mean puppies who are ready to leave their mother!"

"No! Pacifica, we live in an RV!"

"We could train it to fight baddies with us! It doesn't even need to be a big dog! It's not like I'm not asking for, like, a German Shepherd. We could have a small one like a Golden Retriever or a Labrador..."

"Those are NOT small dogs! Okay this conversation is over! Come on, let's go!"

"I'll win you over yet, Dipper Pines!"

"Nope!" Heading towards the door Dipper turned his attention to Yorg. "Well Yorg, I guess you're off the hook. Anything you want to say before we leave you to your own devices?"

"Just one." Yorg said with an innocent smile. "Inga already bought me a motorcycle. It was supposed to be a surprise. It is waiting out in the parking lot."

Laughter echoed in to the night as the four exited the building into the parking lot.

"This did not go the way I was expecting." Dipper laughed. "In all seriousness though Yorg, never do this again!"

"Very well, I'll just find another way in to Valhalla."

Yorg and Dipper stared at each other for a moment and then burst with laughter.

While Yorg and Dipper searched for the motorcycle, Inga and Pacifica were having a slightly different conversation.

"Inga, you were with Dipper when he found Yorg so that meant he trust you enough to take care of yourself. And the two of you seem to nerd it up pretty well so I feel like I have to ask you... was Dipper thinking about recruiting you? You know, like, for my job or whatever."

"Oh no, I'm just a linguist. He had me come with him in case there was some Nordic runes he couldn't decipher. Then we met Yorg and I volunteered to go with him, to try and keep him out of trouble. Trouble has a way of finding us though."

"I know what that's like!"

"Yes, I see a lot of myself you in you. Versatile yet cautious."

"Yeah, but the difference is you and Yorg are dating. With me and Dipper, well we're just friends."

"For the moment."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I might be old but even I can read between the lines you. The electricity you two are putting out can be felt a mile away."

"We're just friends!" Pacifica insisted.

"Friends who share a roof?"

"Well... yeah! That's only because we're on the road so much!"

"And face constant dangers together? Alone?"

"That's the job! It's all just business!"

"Oh but Pacifica, don't you see? Yorg and I started out exactly the same way!"

Dipper and Yorg pulled up on the motorcycle breaking off the conversation.

"Found it!" Yorg cheered as flashed the ladies a grin with his broken teeth.

Dipper hopped off and tipped his hat to Yorg and Inga. He walked in to the RV and started to get things ready.

"Does he even have a license to drive one of those?" Pacifica asked.

"No, but I do! Move over, Sweetie. I'm driving."

Dipper pulled up with the RV as Inga placed Yorg's helmet on herself.

"Remember Pacifica, Yorg and I started out as 'just friends' exactly like you and Dipper..."

Inga slowly drove the motorcycle in a circle once and then sped off with Yorg, both waving goodbye. As Pacifica watched them drive off the gravity of Inga's words finally hit her.

"So wait... Does that mean that one day... Me and Dipper... ?!"

*CRACK!**THOOM!*

Pacifica jumped in the air as the sudden thunder snapped out of her thoughts. Pacifica raced inside the RV, the rain coming down was coming fast and hard.

"Are you okay Pacifica? You're looking very red in the face."

She took a breath, calmed herself down and gave Dipper an innocent smile.

"Fine. Thunder just took me by surprise that's all. Soooo? Dipper, have you changed your mind about the puppy?"

"Are you still on that?! No! I have not changed my mind. Why do you like dogs so much anyways? Would've pegged you for a fan of the pristine cats."

"Again, no. Dogs are loyal. Simple really. All they want is for you to love them and they love you back in return. Plus I feel like I'm kind of overdue for a do over after the one I had from a ki-Oops!"

"AHA! You slipped up!" Dipper pointed an accusing finger at her. "I knew there more going on here! Explain!"

Pacifica took a seat on the couch with a sad smile on her face.

"You see when I was a little girl I wanted a dog. So as the spoiled little rich girl I was I eventually got it. I couldn't have been happier; but my parents being Northwests had certain expectations for a Northwest dog. They took her away from me when she was just a puppy so she could be trained. Needless to say they overdid it, when I got him back not only was he no longer a puppy but was almost brain dead."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean they trained this dog so hard in what NOT to do, she was too afraid to do anything! She wouldn't run, she wouldn't play, she wouldn't even bark! All she would do was just stand there and wait for orders! They ruined my dog before I even got a chance to enjoy her! As bad as it was I couldn't just leave her, she was still my dog. So I did my best to love her anyway I could."

"Even back then you were kind."

"Oh my goodness, no I was not! There is a difference between loving your pet and being a good person! I was a stuck up little monster as a kid!"

"Oh you weren't that bad."

"Are you kidding me?! I was 'the worst'!"

Dipper threw his head back with laughter at Pacifica's call back. It wasn't long before Pacifica found herself laughing just as much and just as loud as Dipper. Eventually the laughter died down and the two shared a happy sigh. A silence took over them, and Pacifica was about to enter some new territory.

"Listen Dipper, you've been really nice to me since you've come back in to my life..."

*KNOCK!**KNOCK!**KNOCK!*

"I wonder who that is?"

"Never mind them, Dipper. Whoever they are, they can wait! Anyways, my point is you've done a lot for me and..."

*KNOCK!**KNOCK!**KNOCK!*

"They aren't going away." Dipper noted.

"Just ignore them! This is important!" Pacifica snapped. "Like I was trying to say, I was wondering if maybe sometime you'd like to..."

*KNOCK!**KNOCK!**KNOCK!*

"I'm sorry Pacifica, but this is going to drive me nuts! I have to see who's at the door!"

*KNOCK!**KNOCK!**KNOCK!*

"ALRIGHT FINE! Fine! If it's going to get in the way of what I'm trying to ask then FINE, we'll open the door!"

Pacifica grumbled angrily under her breath as she and Dipper headed to the door.

*KNOCK!**KNOCK!*

Dipper opened the door only to have a man fall through the doorway unconscious. He was covered in dirt and his outfit was decorated with holes. This man was certainly not someone Dipper had met during his career but Pacifica recognized this man almost instantly.

"Dad?!"

Omake

Pacifica and Dipper started to help Preston to his feet.

"Dad, what are you even doing here?!" Pacifica asked.

"I'm sorry Sweetie. I don't mean to interrupt your new life with your boyfriend here but..."

Preston winced on the words 'new life' and 'boyfriend' for reasons of both his past and his fatherly love for her.

"Oh no, we're not 'together'."

Preston was up on one knee at this point so Pacifica and Dipper decided to let him pick himself up. He smiled at his daughter's news. "Really?"

"We have seen each other naked though."

*THUD!*

"DAD! Oh geez, way to overreact! Stay with me Dad!"

That's it for now! Okay, a few things. First off let's talk about the ratptor. Back when Dipcifica was still considered crack I found a fic of the pairing which had a monster in it called a Miceceratops, like a triceratops but a giant mouse with three regular sized mice sticking out where the horns were supposed to be. I was jealous of that concept because I didn't think of it, seemed like it fit really well in to the GF universe. So I guess the ratptor was basically my rebuttal to it. I managed to work in a lot of things: First look at Jersey Devil (I hope he was chilling enough), introducing Yorg, Inga, and the General, another piece of Pacifica's childhood, and finally a look at Dipper and Pacifica's next job. I really hope you liked this one.