Right now, I'm not sure iof it's a pairing, or just friendship. I'll decide later, as I go through with the story.

"Gir, quiet, the Dib-Worm will hear us!" Zim hissed, stepping out of the Voot Cruiser and onto Dib's windowsill. He had no idea WHY he'd brought Gir along with him; maybe because field work could be lonely. But for whatever reason, he was beginning to regret it, as Gir seemed to be doing his best to compromise the mission by singing another round of the Doom Song.

"Awwww…" Gir frowned. "Okay." He sulked in the back seat, watching Zim sadly.

He turned his head, ignoring his actions to stare into the window again. The human was still sleeping, much to Zim's amusement. Zim took a few moments to check his surroundings again, and then slowly, quietly, he slipped his three-fingered hands under the window and pulled it up.

It made no sound, much to his relief. With the window no longer in the way, Zim could freely sneak into the Dib-worm's room, and activate stage one of his plan. Stage one, of course, being the installation of a certain program to his computer. All Zim needed to do was simply put the disk into the disk drive, where it would infect his computer with a bit of a... Virus.

As soon as that was done, he could leave. Which he of course, did, after placing a camera or two in random corners of the room.

bNext day already?/b

Dib awoke with a knock on his door. "Dib! Time for school!" Gaz yelled, like every morning. Dib moaned sleepily. What a good dream he'd been having! Zim was finally exposed to the world for the alien he was... Why did it have to end so soon?

Well, anyways, Dib crawled out of bed and shivered. 'Man it's cold...'

He grabbed his towel from the corner of his bed, then a pair of clothes to replace his pajamas with and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.

He stared at himself in the mirror, unimpressed by what he saw. Tired eyes, the impression of a watch on his cheek, a band-aid over his eye, yea. He ignored it all and tossed his clothes in a pile by the door, next to Gaz's pajamas and turned on the water. Steaming warm water, nice... Wonderful...

He found himself dozing off, leaning against the cool tile wall. School started WAY too early to be healthy. Sighing, he straightened up and washed his hair. After he was finished with all that he turned off the water and got out.

Dib dried off, pulled his clothes, the usual blue sweater and black jeans, then set to work on his hair. His hair, oddly, was naturally styled to look like a scythe. He was proud to say no hair gel for him.

Then again, no one cared enough to ask. But oh well, right? He was... Too busy stopping Zim anyways.

(A bit later, after breakfast)

With still half an hour before he would leave for school, Dib ran back upstairs for his coat, and his shoes. After pulling them both on, he sat down at his computer and turned it on.

"Can't wait to see what Zim is up to now!" He laughed to himself, pulling up a few windows of video feed from his cameras.

"I bet he's up to something evil..." He muttered as the cameras began to show what they could. Carefully, Dib zoomed in on the camera in the lab. Zim was tinkering with the contents of his robot's head. Gir's eyes were were gray and blank.

"Trying to fix Gir again, Zim?" Dib teased, though he knew the alien couldn't hear him.

Dib watched for a while, until he noticed something. The camera... Was moving?

"No no no, put that down!" I hissed, hoping whoever was fiddling with my camera would go away.

Suddenly it came free from its place on the wall, and Dib had a perfectly nice view of... Gir's face.

'I thought Zim was tinkering with your brain...?" Dib thought. He was sure Zim only had one robot. Maybe it was a new project or something. Spare parts. Yea, something like that.

"Look Masta!" Gir squealed in his robotic, high pitched voice. "I found sumthin cewl!"

"Let see that." Zim voice said from somewhere behind Gir. Said robot squealed again and handed the camera over to Zim, who stared into it with a narrow-eyed glare. "Another one? I thought I got rid of them all." He mumbled mostly to himself. "No spying for you today, Dib-worm." Zim growled, speaking louder. With that last word, the camera screen went blank.

"Stupid robot. Took me forever to get that camera in the lab." Dib sighed, exiting the window. He did the same for each one, and then went to shut down the computer until school let out. No use recording while the alien was in school, right?

As Dib reached the mouse over to click the shut down button, a sudden jolt of electricity shocked his hand.

"Ow!" He pulled his hand away quickly, examining it. The wound, a long gash that ran the length of almost half his palm, was sizzling slightly. As if he'd been trying to cook it or something. It was clear for another moment before the blood began to ooze out slowly, filling his hand.

"What... Just happened?" Did his mouse bite him? Revenge for clicking it so often? Whatever happened, it really hurt. Dib cupped his injured hand and held his left under it to catch any blood that dripped down.

'What a way to start the day.' He scowled, nudging the door open and rushing to the bathroom to wash and bandage his new injury.

'Jeeze, that's one deep cut.' Dib thought, gently pulling his skin in opposite directions to rinse the blood out. Holding it under cold water stung more, and his hand felt like an ice cube, but the bleeding stopped for the time being.

"That looks like it will need stitches." Dib jumped, not expecting to hear his fathers voice behind him.

It wasn't, of course the real professor, He was at work by now. The voice came from his newest inventions, the 'Home-Infirmary-Unit' which held his voice, a picture of him, and a ton of medical information.

Dib hadn't used it before, so it was quite surprising.

"Is there a quicker solution?" Dib asked, eying the clock on the wall. The screen was silent for a moment, then replied;

"Temporary solutions include superglue and bandages." With that said, two small robotic arms produced a roll of bandages and a tube of superglue. Dib took them wordlessly, and watched as the screen folded up and attached itself to the dock by the sink.

With another sigh, Dib removed his hand from the cold stream of water,shook it lightly, and pulled at it again. Removing the cap with his teeth, he squeezed the glue into the gash. Eyes watered up in response, as the glue began to dry. He let it sit there for a few seconds more before wrapping the bandage around his had and tying it down.

"That should do for now." He muttered, staring at his hand as he ran down the stairs and out the door to walk to school with Gaz.