AN: Hey, guys. Sorry this is super late. CoronaVirus has forced me to work home and it has taken some time to adjust to all of this. I hope everyone, their families, and their friends are doing okay and that you're going through this. On the plus side, I can finally catch up to all the Paw Patrol episodes I've missed these past few months. I'll try not to be super late again with these updates, but I can't make promises. All I can do is keep doing my best.

Anyway, ready on.

Disclaimer: I do not own Paw Patrol

"Brothers might fight at home, but outside they are a team."-Old Chinese saying

It had started with such a good morning for Stone. He woke up, had breakfast, his favorite sports teams had won, and it seemed like it was going to be a chipper of a day. Then he saw the news of how one of his biggest weapon sites had just been taken down hard. After shooting the TV, he ordered a gathering of his men to find out the damage that was caused by the Police and the Paw Patrol while also telling one of his grunts to get a new one at Best Buy. Sitting on his desk, Damian smoked this fourth cigarette as one of his captains, nervously gripping the paper he held, waited for permission to speak like the good little pet he was.

Flicking his cancer stick to the ashtray, he waved his hand for the pale man to speak. "How bad?"

"Twenty cases of firearms. Six boxes of explosives. Twenty-four packs of crack. All seized," the messenger replied before taking a deep breath and continuing. "But we lost at least triple of that in the fire, explosion, or just plain chaos."

Rubbing his temple, Damian could feel a headache coming. The damage was bad. Very bad. Not just for his grand plan, but also for his reputation. He ruled by fear by making others think he was untouchable, but this…backfire had damaged that thought. It was no secret that there were others in the underworld who wanted to see him dead or ruined. They only held off because his name still meant power.

Yet, I cannot let that slip through my grasp. Not when I still need more time and money, Damian thought as he leaned back in his chair. "Who led the operation?"

"Three names stand out. Detective Shaw. An Agent Kennedy of the FBI. And Ryder of the Paw Patrol."

"Spread around an extra $50,000 for killing them," Damian Stone said, getting up as he rubbed his chin. "What of our men who were captured?"

"Keeping their mouths shut, but with the evidence the police have they don't have a chance in hell of getting out of this," he answered.

"Find out what prisons they'll be held in. Order whoever we have in there to kill them. Slowly. And if any of them are lonely let them do what they want," Damian Stone ordered before dismissing the shivering fool. He thought Zuma would have to be the only one he had to focus on, and chances are the pup was there too, but now it seemed he had really underestimated Ryder and his pack of puppies."

And Detective Shaw. I've really should get rid of him someday, Damian thought, shaking his head. Agent Kennedy of the FBI, huh? A new guy on the field. Better look into him.

A knock on his door alerted him of a new presence as one of his guards poked their head in. "Boss? Someone is here to speak to you about your order?"

"Ah, send them in," Damian said, hoping for some good news. The one coming in was a tall, tan skinned female dressed in a thick and big black coat covering her entire body. A black brim hat decorated her light brown hair which seemed to be the only part of her that wasn't the single color she had decorated herself in.

"I can't tell if you're here for a funeral or just happen to like a single color," Damian said, sitting down as he let the lady sit in front of him, her eyes covered by the big hat which only showed her red rosy lips.

"I happen to find it best suited for my profession," The lady answered, smirking. "I'm here for your job posting?"

"Are you good?" Damian asked.

"They call me Keres in our inner circles. That should be enough," The woman answered, leaning back while crossing her legs.

"The goddess who personifies violent death. I like it," Damian said, grinning. "What's your specialty?"

A split second later there was a long thin knife flashing in front of Damian's face where slices of his hair fell upon the desk. He didn't even see a flash. "I see we both have a certain love of the blade."

"You carry only one," She answered, returning her blade to her coat which Stone could see glints of multiple sized knives in different styles. "I'm a woman who likes to play with many friends."

"Shiva's the one girl I need in my life," Damian answered, leaning back with his thumbs twirling. "Got a plan to take care of my little problem?"

"Oh, I have a few that can scratch the mark."

Agent Kennedy was a man who didn't trust easily. Because of this, he had few friends in his life, but ones that he had grown to trust with that said life. Agent Blue, his partner, was one of them. Both had saved each other many times and had been there through their worst moments together. Blue knew everything about Kennedy and same visa versa.

He knew about Blue's mother, what happened to her, and how Officer Chase fit into the whole scenario. He also knew that Blue was holding in a lot of anger while doing this case. He didn't just feel it during the mission, but he also felt it just by looking at him in the locker room.

If he was being honest, Agent Kennedy didn't care if Blue made up with his half-brother or not. All that mattered was that he was at his best and he needed him to be. Blue was drinking some water before noticing him. "Hey, what's up?"

"How are you feeling?" Agent Kennedy asked.

"Fine," the Shepard answered, "the raid was a success and we got a idea of where to go next. It's just a matter of waiting to decide what to do."

"…I want to talk to you about Officer Chase," Agent Kennedy said, deciding to just come right out with it.

"…It's fine," Agent Blue answered, tossing the water bottle away.

"No, its not," Agent Kennedy said, getting in front of his partner and glaring at him. "During the mission you second guessed him, hesitated to follow his ideas, and challenged him constantly. You were supposed to work together and yet he was the only one who seemed to be willing to do that."

"I didn't need his help," Agent Blue growled.

"It doesn't matter. As the leader of this team I gave you an order. You follow them," Agent Kennedy said, before sighing. "Blue, I get it. You hate him. That's your business, but I won't have you get your emotions interfering with this operation. So, we're going to get them out the hard way."

"The hard way?" Blue asked, raising his eyebrow.

"You want me to fight him?!" Chase yelled in disbelief as he stared at Ryder as if he had two heads. He had just come out of the bathroom until Ryder asked him to talk and dropped a bomb on him. "Sir, he hates me."

"I get that, Chase," Ryder answered, crossing his arms. "But until you two let all your emotions out you two aren't going to work as a united team. We need to work together and both Agent Kennedy and I agree that the best way to do it is to let off some steam."

"Sure," Chase said, rolling his eyes. "Let me fight the guy who told me it would have been better had I died and not lived. I don't know…"

"Chase, you can't tell me you don't want to get a little rage out with how he's treated you," Ryder said, raising his eyebrow. "Even if you understand his pain, you can't expect me to not believe that you don't feel like he's acting in the wrong here."

"Of course, I believe that!" Chase growled, glaring at the floor. "It's not fair to blame me for what our mother did! I didn't ask that she get raped and go insane before killing my siblings and then herself! I couldn't even speak!"

"Then get it out of your system and let him do the same," Ryder said. "Who knows? Maybe it might get you guys to open up more."

Chase tried to think of something to say to counter this, but he could tell just by Ryder's look alone that there was no getting out of this. Sighing, Chase said, "Fine, when do we fight?"

Apparently, word spread of the upcoming fight that Blue and Chase were going to have and a small crowd of police, FBI, and all the members of the Paw Patrol were gathered in the gym around the boxing ring. Chase was getting warmed up as his friends offered words of encouragement.

"Don't hold back against him, Chase," Skye said, with a bit of worry in tone. "Even if he is your half-brother, he's not going to show you any mercy."

"Yeah, kick his ass!" Marshall said, wagging his tail. "Show him what you got!"

"Just don't get hurt too bad," Rubble said, whimpering.

Chase nodded before turning his attention to Blue on the other side who was also getting ready. The two half brothers stared at each other, glaring at emotions could be read on each other's face. Chase took a deep sigh before getting up and making his way up the steel steps to his side of the ring. The fight was simple: go all out until one has given up or been knocked out. No interference.

Once Blue got onto his side of the ring, the two heard a bell ring as both shepherds slowly moved toward each other. Chase was about to say something but felt Blue's paw smack him straight in the face before grabbing him by the neck with his jaw. He felt his face slam into the mat a few times before being thrown across the ring.

"Damnit!" Chase shouted, wincing in pain, he gasped upon seeing Blue rush towards him and headbutt him hard. He spat out saliva before Blue jumped up, kicked him, and sent him flying again. Coughing, Chase slowly started to get up before Blue put his paw down on Chase's head.

"…You really thought you even had a chance? Please, I was trained by the best and I've been through more then you ever had in your entire life, pup," Blue whispered, harshly. "Why don't you go back to be the nothing you are in Adventure Bay and stay away from me and my family for good."

"…Hey, Blue?" Chase gasped, before growling. "Fuck you."

Using his tail, he swept Blue off his feet for a bit before turning around and kicking him with both of his rear paws. Blue was stunned for a while, but it was enough for Chase to get back up, grab his throat and throw him against the ground much to the older dog's surprise. Getting on top of him, Chase started whamming on him with his elbows and paws before Blue managed to push him off.

The two half-brothers got some space before growling at each other. "Not bad for a pup…"

"Maybe I'm more like you then you thought," Chase said, deciding to says something that was both foolish and yet needed to be said. "Or maybe I get it from mother."

Blue's eyes lit up with rage. "Don't you dare! You have no right!"

"I have every right!" Chase shouted. "She was my mother too!"

"You don't deserve to be her son!" Blue shouted, charging forward as he slammed Chase down and began to pummel him with his head. "She was my mother! And you took her away from me!"

"She killed herself!" Chase shouted, kicking Blue off as he punched him in the face before kicking him in the gut. "I was barely born! She was the one who killed my siblings and then herself! You're blaming me for the crime that our mother did!"

"Shut up!" Blue shouted grabbing Chase's leg with his teeth and throwing him across the ring. "If she didn't get raped! If she didn't get pregnant, she never would have done it! You did it by being born!"

"Right, so I get blamed for just existing," Chase grumbled, standing up but wobbling a bit. "Are you going to tell that to every child that is a circumstance of that sin? That they were born as a mistake?! Trust me, I used to think that the moment I met you and the rest of your family!"

Chase felt a few tears drip down his eyes as Blue remained silent. "I thought…I thought I had a chance to know my real family. Feel the love of a father, a brother, or someone of my blood. And then I get told by you and everyone that I should be dead because you'd rather have a murder alive then innocent child!" Chase made his way to Blue whose eyes went wide as he stared at him inches from his face. "I didn't kill our mother, Blue. She did it to herself. She murdered my siblings. She killed innocent pups. And it's time you accepted that!"

Blue's response was to hit Chase again, but the little pup refused to back down. He got hit again and again, but not once did Chase fall. Finally, after five minutes of hitting him Blue paused and a few tears dripped down his face as he saw Chase, bloody in his face, staring down at him.

Lowering his Paw, Blue looked down and sobbed. "…Do you have any idea what it was like? To see your mother, who you loved and respected, get torn down from the inside because of something she was powerless to stop? To see her spirit slowly break down until she was at her lowest? She didn't let me, dad, or any of my siblings in."

Sitting down, Blue let the tears continue to flow down as he continued, "Then you learn she murdered her own pups. Your own half brothers and sisters. Except for one. One that she couldn't kill because of whatever reasons you'll never understand. And then she just offs herself like a coward."

"Her legacy. Her name. Her reputation. Even the memories I have of her are ruined because of that day," Blue muttered, wiping his tears. "Because of you being born."

"…At least you have memories," Chase said, closing his eyes as a tear or two escaped from him. "At least you remember what she was like before she changed. At least you remember her as what she once was. I don't remember anything. Not a single word of love or affection. How do you think I felt knowing that I was not only the result of rape, but also that I was the lone survivor of a tragedy?"

The two stared at each other for a while. Neither saying anything as Chase slowly moved back and wobbled a bit. "The truth of it is Blue…we're both hurt souls…and instead of healing from that we're just hurting ourselves and each other for something neither of us can change or had any control over." Chase slowly closed his eyes as he began to fade. "Maybe…its time to heal from that pain…"

He felt his consciousness unable to hold on anymore as Chase fell to the ground with his name being heard. And, for a split second, he could have sworn he heard Blue say his name as well.