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Into the Web	By : Florville Category: +G through L > Invader Zim > Crossover Views: 2436 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Seven

After a day or so in hospital, Dib emerged with a black eye patch on the right side of his face, his trench coat wrapped tightly around his thin frame as he left to go to the funeral for Christopher Strange.

Due to the gruesome nature of his death, Strange’s remains had been cremated, the small urn placed inside a full-sized casket with a flag draped overtop as six police officers in full ceremonial uniform and white gloves carried the casket to its final resting place, the chubby police chief waddling along behind.

The priest’s words were just a drone in Dib’s ears as he gazed at the grave, knowing deep down that he could easily have fallen in love with the young officer. Which was an odd feeling, as he’d never felt love for anyone before.

As the attendants began to depart, some of them laying flowers on top of the casket, Dib approached, withdrawing a small thermos of coffee from his inside pocket.

“It was my turn to buy this morning,” he murmured as he laid the small silver container by the headstone, turning his back on the grave and walking away.

Climbing into the unmarked squad car, Dib closed the door behind him, gazing silently at the cloudless blue sky.

As the first stars of evening began to show, Dib pulled up across the street from house number 777, trying to convince himself that it was just routine surveillance rather than an attempt to get away from the police station. His heart was still heavy from the funeral the day before…it may as well have been two days before, because he didn’t remember much of the past 24 hours. Good old intelligent Dib, finally learning what it meant to be so heartbroken that crawling inside a bottle was the only way he could cope.

Needless to say, as he’d never had a hangover before, he felt like absolute shit. He’d probably have a headache if it weren’t for the pain meds he was on due to losing his eye.

He felt a vibration in the inside pocket of his trench coat, and pulled out his cell, checking the call display with his good eye. Sighing, Dib shook his head and flipped his cell phone open. “Are you bored or something?”

There was a snort on the other end of the line. “I thought I’d amuse myself by giving you a call, if that’s what you mean.”

A grudging smile curled Dib’s lips. “How’re things going?”

“Meh…chaotic.”

“I’m sure they are, what with you running the place now.”

Another snicker. “These people are insane. Nice and stupid, too.”

Dib snorted. “Yeah, well, nothing’s changed on this end, either. Shrub is still President, god help us.”

“I’ll come over and assassinate him someday, if I get bored enough.”

Dib laughed, then shook his head again, his smile growing wistful. “I miss you like hell, you stupid bastard.”

“Ehh, I’d say the same, but things flow a lot smoother without you around to harass me.”

Dib sighed and rubbed his thigh idly. “You know I gave that up years ago.”

There was quiet on the other end, then a soft, “I know.”

“He showed up again. The murder suspect in my latest investigation caught him with a kid and mutilated him almost beyond recognition.”

“You should’ve killed him yourself.”

“You know it doesn’t work that way.” Dib looked out the windshield, his expression darkening.

“It does in my books.” There was a long moment of quiet, and then, “I hate what it did to you…to me as well.”

Dib frowned slightly. “How do you mean?”

There was an almost exasperated sigh on the line. “After what he did to you, everything changed. You lost interest in everything…it was like you were a robot or something.”

Dib pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yeah…”

“At first I just ignored it, but with every day that passed…” there was a harsh sigh, and then a noise of frustration. “It was the only time in my life that I ever felt genuine pity for someone.”

The agent smiled weakly. “Something tells me I should feel honoured for that.”

“Don’t let it go to your gargantuan head,” the voice on the other end muttered. “I should get going. I have some things I need to put in order and I may as well do it now.”

“I hate to say it, but it was good to hear your voice.” Dib lowered his hand from where it had been rubbing his temple, his hangover still nagging at him.

“Likewise. You’ll hear from me again.”

Dib smirked. “I look forward to it. Enjoy your war games, Zim.”

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To LydiaMarie: Why do you strike me as a fan of Rob Zombie movies? XDDD

To Violet Intensions: *ROFL* Actually, there’s a true story behind both of the calls Dib was listening in on. The first one is from a day I was sitting in on 9-1-1 dispatch in Toronto, a woman had called in and was frantic because a bug had gone up her toddler’s nose. I kid you not. The call about the cheese…well, last year I was witness to a drunk driving accident, so I had to go to court to testify, and the case before the one I was there for was for this guy who must’ve been mentally ill. He stole two hundred dollars worth of cheese from a grocery store.

To Tesgura: You’re seeing where this will go? Thank gods somebody does. Can you let me in on it? XD

To McFord Mouse: LOL good point…and yay! Thank you for reviewing! I’m glad you like. ^^

To Trippy: Wow, I’m glad you like my writing so much *blushes* sorry to keep you waiting so long for an update. Don’t worry, though, this story will be completed. I would never give up on a gift fic ;)

To Killerfox: heh, you ask for more, and I provide!

To Fal Catrecon: *blushes* yes, I am ashamed of myself for greedily making you a fan of the me. ;) I’m glad you like my other stuff too! ^^

To Noise Pollution: Aww, no apologies necessary, my friend. I’m just thrilled that you like. I’m even more thrilled that you left me such a detailed review, it makes me squirm with joy! Something I always try to do when writing any fanfic is to keep the characters…well, in character. I find that often it can be the hardest thing about writing fanfiction, period. As for deviating from canon with Mmy…meh, I used that as a plot device, because I knew I wouldn’t be able to use it later, not really. *hugs* Glad you’re enjoying ^^

To alittlenothing: Wow…that is extremely high praise, and I’m honoured that you would rank me as the best IZ writer on this board, especially since there’s so many on here. *blushes* thank you so much. And don’t worry, I’ll keep writing ;)
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