Disclaimers: I do not own Invader Zim

Author's Note's: Okay everyone sorry this took so long to get out there but here it is! Also I plan to have this book done by Saturday, but due to school I won't have the last book up until May, but don't worry. My other invader Zim story shall continue to be posted weekly, and so will this one until it is completed.

Anyway thanks for reading and please review.

(Back with Zim…)

He had never felt so exhausted in all his years of existence…

And yet he was so wide awake with anticipation that sleep was impossible.

Zim shook his head as he and Dib entered their home, yes it was still theirs, though Zim was not sure how long that would be the case. He looked around his old base carefully, as if he were expecting Maz to pop up out of nowhere, and in a way he was.

Gir was known for letting in complete strangers all the time, but to his relief the two arrived to Gir watching the crazy monkey show on TV without a care in the world, and more importantly, without a single intruder insight.

"I'm going down to the lab to make a call." Zim said as he headed for the elevator located in his trash can. He had to make it bigger since his recent growth-spirt, but other than that it was still located in the same spot of the kitchen.

Dib debated on leaving him to it, but old habits die hard, and well deep down Dib feared that Zim would stab him in the back. Not to kill him, but perhaps beg his father to spare him and his family in exchange for his cooperation. No, he wouldn't put it past Zim to try such a ploy, after all he still could care less for the rest of the humans. As long as his human was okay, Zim was okay.

So Dib took the elevator located behind the fridge down to the lab, and hid out of sight as Zim dialed a long distance call into his computer. Seconds later a Vort prisoner number 777 came up on the screen.

"Prisoner number 777 I trust you are doing well." Zim said.

The prisoner looks from the left and then the right, as if fearing he will be seen, and he is.

"Zim I can't be seen talking to you." He whispered. "It will infuriate the Armada."

"So News of my betrayal has already hit the far reaches of the galaxy?" Zim asked "Excellent." He said before the prisoner could answer. "Listen you worm I plan to tear the empire apart, but to do so I'm going to need a little help."

"So the rumors are true?" the prisoner asked.

Zim nodded. "Yes, but first tell me the latest news of the Emperor." He ordered.

"Well your father kicked the Tallest out the air lock of the Massive." The prisoner stated simply.

"Red and purple are no more?" Zim asked surprised.

"Looks that way." The prisoner answered. "Your father decided that mix breeds such as the Tallest should no longer be in charge, a noble will take their place once the matter with Earth has been settled."

Dib was stunned, the Tallest were no more?

Zim was also shaken by the news, sure he no longer felt any loyalty to them, but still they had been the closest thing he had to friends when it came to his own race, of course that did not include Skoodge, but he had already abandoned him.

Now Zim was truly alone in this, of course he was a fool to hold on to the hopes that he and the Tallest could somehow patch things up, and laugh at the whole matter, but Zim had hoped, after all as unappreciative as they were the two were good leaders, and would not have questioned his authority as a noble.

However another noble in their place just might challenge him on everything, sure they might let him be in charge, but as a fellow noble they would have the right to question everything he did, which might make it harder for him to sway his people into a new direction. At least the Tallest would fallen in line, they might not like him, but as mix breeds, and not nobles, they would have no right to question Zim.

"This could put a dent in my plans." Zim admitted. "Have someone go looking for them." He ordered. "Skoodge survived a lunch out of the airlock they might have too."

"Zim I cannot help you on this." Prisoner 777 said. "You are a wanted criminal, they say the humans have infected you." He went on.

"Oh but you have no problem helping the Resisty with their antics." Zim snapped. "If you're not going to help me give me someone who will."

"I will." A voice said from the prisoner's left. "But it's gonna cost you."

Dib gasped as a very familiar Irken came into view.

"Tak!" Zim snapped. "I should have known you'd stick your head into this." He hissed as the Irken female came into view.

"I told you I'd be back." Tak insisted she was looking worse for wear, in fact she looked as if she had recently been beaten.

"I guess you didn't exactly get a hero's welcome after failing to defeat me for the Tallest." Zim said.

"No they sent me hear for damage control." Tak snapped in annoyance. "But it's nice to hear they got what's coming to them." She admitted.

Zim shook his head. "I'd be a fool to trust you, but I don't have much of a choice." He admitted. "Prisoner 777 tell Lard Nar and the rest of his merry band of misfits that if they wish to strike the empire where it hurts then now is the time."

"Very well." Prisoner 777 seemed to agree. "But don't be surprised if they don't show up, after all this wouldn't be the first time an Irken has lied to them." The prisoner said, before walking off.

"Tak I want you to go rescue the Tallest." Zim stated with a wicked smile as Tak noticeably stomped her foot.

"We're finally rid of them, and you want to bring them back?" Tak huffed.

"Yes I need them to be well...them." Zim stated.

"You know I could be a much better tallest then them!" She snapped.

"Do this for me and I just might consider that offer." Zim told her.

Tak stopped, almost taken a back. "Really?"

Zim nodded. "Taller Tak has a nice ring to it don't you think?"

Tak smiled. "It does doesn't it?" she asked, then after thinking it over she nodded. "Very well I will do as you ask, but you better deliver." She warned.

"I plan to." Zim assured her.

"Oh by the way." Tak added. "I thought you might want to know that you're friend the chubby one is in trouble." Tak added.

"Skoodge?" Zim asked. "What did that idiot do now?"

"He insulted you." Tak said. "Called you a traitor, Maz sentenced him to death for insulting his bloodline."

"Of course he did." Zim shook his head. "Be a dear and go rescue him too want you?" he asked smugly.

"That swine betrays you and you want me to go rescue him!" Tak screamed. "Let me remind you that he is on the Massive!'

"I know, but he will be transported back Judgementia for trail." Zim stated, "And once there you will be there to rescue him."

"And the Tallest?" Tak asked. "They were shot out of the air lock over Earth, the chances of them being their when I arrive are slim, plus what's the chances they'll even listen to me?"

Zim knew she had a good point, but he hated the alternative. "Fine." He shook his head with annoyance. "You just worry about Skoodge, Judgementia is closer to Vort anyway, and I'll go out to see if I can get a good read about where the Tallest are."

"I'd check the asteroid belt first and for most." Dib said, coming out of hiding. "Or perhaps Mars."

"What is he doing there?" Tak hissed.

"Being nosey as usual." Zim hissed in annoyance.

Dib gave him a playful smug. "Oh come on Zim, you should have known I'd be coming down."

Zim shook his head. "Fair enough." He admitted. "Can you handle Skoodge?" he asked Tak.

"Yes fine." Tak agreed. "But I better get my own fleet for this, I mean the pig does not deserve you're mercy."

"Neither do you." Dib pointed out the obvious.

"He has a point." Zim agreed.

"Tak rolled her eyes, but nodded. "Fine, but for our sakes I hope the Tallest are dead!" and with that she hung up.

"You know I hate to agree with her." Dib began.

"No you don't." Zim stopped him. "I bet you'd love nothing better than for them to be dead."

"As should you." Dib added.

Zim shook his head. "The Tallest are a nuisance, but at least they will fold under my superiority."

Dib couldn't help but agree to that one, the Tallest were tyrants, but at least they would never step over their king. "Fine let's go get them." He said as he grabbed a blaster from Zim's weapons wrack.

For a moment Zim argued about him staying out, but he decided against it, after all Dib was bound to follow him around anyway. "Fine but we better make it quick, after all Maz is still at large."

Dib stopped in front of him, and placed his arms around him.

"Dib we hardly have time for this." Zim snapped as the boy pulled him into a kiss.

Their lips met, in a slow dance of dominance, and intimacy.

Sadly it didn't last as long as they'd liked.

"Are you two gonna kiss all night or are we gonna suit up?" Gaz asked as she and Gir came into view.

"Gaz perfect." Zim said pulling away. "You and Dib prepare the Voot, Gir stand watch over things here. Computer arm the base for an impending attack." He went on, giving out orders like it was second nature, and in a way he guess it was, because everyone fell into place doing as commanded, and before he knew it they were setting off into space.

"Let's go find the Tallest." He said.

"No offense Zim, but I hope we never find them." Gaz said. "After all haven't they caused us enough trouble?"

Dib couldn't agree more, and even Zim had to admit this was a gamble, but he offered no reply as they existed Earth's atmosphere.

He couldn't explain it, but he just knew the two were a live, and it was best to have them were he could keep an eye on the two, at least then he would see the attack coming.

However, what Zim didn't know was that the Tallest were the Least of his troubles…

(The Home of Doctor Ravenscroft...)

Doctor Morgan Ravenscroft hated Monday nights…

Why?

Because there was far too much to do on Monday's as it was and there was never anything time to get it all done. This caused the doctor to stay up into the late hours of the night just to get anything done. And what could he be working on so late into the night you might ask?

The answer, an invention so amazing that he would knock Professor Membrane off his pedestal for good! That know it all had been at the top as the leading scientist of the division for far too long, and now he would finally lose his winning streak.

"Just a few more vaults of electricity." He told himself knowingly as he electrified his potato peelings. His goal was to use the parts of food that was usually thrown away like potato skins and banana peels to produce a safe alternative to fossil fuels. And so far his studies had shown promise, unfortunately the experiments caused a lot of electricity to be used.

He cursed as he blew another fuse.

"Perfect…" he muttered. "Just perfect…"

Suddenly a shadow scurried past him in the dim darkness and he jumped. "Whose there?" he asked fearfully.

No answer.

Doctor Ravenscroft got up from his lab table, and pulled a flash light out from his desk jore, and shined it around, but nothing greeted him. The doctor sighed in relief and went to go look at his fuse box.

Maz watched as the Doctor left his desk and walked out of the office before sneaking into the room, he had found the fuse box outside with ease, and turned it off, allowing him to slip in without tripping any possible alarms. What he hadn't been expecting was for the good doctor to be up and about.

Not that it would matter, he would silence him soon enough.

Maz slipped into the empty office and went straight for the desk, he opened the top jore and was greeted with the access card he so desired. "Well that was simple." He said rather disappointedly. Before taking it in his hands. It was placed in a card holder on a string, and Maz wasted no time placing it around his neck. He then turned the watch to his chosen disguise just as the lights came on.

Doctor Ravenscroft shook his head as he reentered his house, the fuses had not been blown, but rather turned off and that scared him. It meant the shadow he saw running across the hall in front of his office might have not been imaginary after all. He walked into his living room, and pulled his loaded pistol out of its hiding place in a vanity jore.

The vanity was a rather girly piece of furniture, that had belong to his late wife, and though he was constantly mocked for it, the girly piece had always deterred robbers from looking in it. Making it the perfect place to hide a gun. Doctor Ravenscroft cocked the weapon, and turned off the safety as he entered the hallway just outside of his office. "If you wanted to play dirty Membrane all you had to do was say so." He said.

No Answer, not even a whisper.

Doctor Ravenscroft rounded the doorway of his office and froze to see…

Himself sitting at his desk, the sight was so out there that the dropped his gun in confusion. "What?" he asked.

"Confused?" his double asked.

"This…this is impossible." He said. "Who…who are you?"

"Why I'm Doctor Ravenscroft." His double said as he pulled one of his spy bugs out of a dresser jore.

"But I'm Doctor Ravenscroft." Ravenscroft said, "And this is my house, and you are not welcomed-" He reached down for his gun, only to see that it is gone.

His double laughed wickedly as he looked around franticly for his weapon. "Looking for this?" He asked holding it up for him.

Doctor Ravenscroft was floored, he hadn't even seen the guy move for it.

"So heavy." His double said looking at the weapon as if he had never seen one before. "Plus I believe its sight is off." He continued to examine it. "And aren't these things loud?" he went on. "What if I had reinforcements outside? They would come in, kill you in an instant. How unprofessional."

Doctor Ravenscroft was so confused, this guy looked like him, even had his voice, but he sounded nothing like him, and he spoke as if a hand gun was alien to him.

"Me I prefer the silent approach." His double went on.

"Who are you?" Doctor Ravenscroft repeated.

"Why I told you I am you." He said as a mechanical tentacle of some sort seemed to appear out of his back. "And you are obsolete."

Doctor Ravenscroft didn't even have time to scream as the mechanical tentacle stabled him right through the skull.

Maz watched as his target fell to the floor dead to the world. "Well that was easier than I thought." He admitted. "O well hopefully Dib will be much more fun to play with." He thought as he began to clean up his mess.

Within minutes the body had been stuffed into a closet, and the blood cleaned from the hardwood floor. Once completed Maz settled in deciding to research all he could about the doctor, and continuing pretending to be him until his mission was complete.

After all now that the real doctor was no more, the access card was his, and Zim would be none the wiser. He could be completely invisible now, it was the perfect plan, but only if he learned his role as the doctor. The man was round, and ate way too much fatty foods, had no money's to his name besides the fact that he was a respectable scientist.

"He wastes his money's on this." Maz spat as he slung the energy potato experiment across the room, pieces of his work scattered across the floor. He placed a few spy bugs on the desk in its place and set to work getting to know how they worked.

After all everything had to go off without a hitch when he arrived at the lab tomorrow. He knew attacking now was stupid, no it was best to play the character for a while, that way the enemy would start feeling a false sense of security.

Still he couldn't waste much time, with this or else his father might get impatient. "I'll have the bug attack the information's vault tomorrow." He decided out loud. "And I'll pretend to be this fat jiggly man for the time being, with any luck they won't even know something was stolen."

Yes it was as good as a plan as any, but would it work?

There lied the question, and Maz was determined to make the answer a big fat YES! And he would, one way or the other.

Chapter End Notes:

Okay I know it's short but I hope you liked it all the same.

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So until then this is Emily Signing off…