Hello all! So, I watched Detective Pikachu last night, absolutely loved it, and so I decided to write up this little plot bunny one of the later scenes bestowed upon me.

If you haven't watched the movie yet, I highly recommend you go and watch it cause it was great, but if you are going to go see it do not read this story due to spoilers. Thank you!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokémon. All rights go to Gamefreak and Nintendo.

The past couple weeks have been nothing short of a blur of excitement for Tim Goodman. Ever since the whole Howard-Mewtwo incident and finally reuniting with his father, Harry has been showing him the ropes of how to work as a detective. He's been to crime scenes, riffled through paperwork, done all sorts of research day and night… It's been a tiring on his mind and body, to say the least. It was definitely a step up from working at an insurance agency, that's for sure.

"Ah, don't worry about it, kid. You'll get the hang of it eventually. Besides, you have that Lucy girl to help you out. Now she's a real looker, that one," Harry had said a couple days ago at a coffee shop, trying his best to reassure his son that he was doing fine, much to Tim's embarrassment.

At least he had his father and Pikachu by his side to help him along. Speaking of his dad, he had been spending a copious amount of time with Tim, probably trying his hardest to make up for the many years they spent apart. They went to movies, watched the Kantonian Championship together, and, of course, they went out for coffee. Lots of coffee.

So it was easy to see why, when Tim first felt the sensation of waking up, he snuggled deeper into his position on his bed, wanting nothing more at the moment than a few more much-needed moments of sleep.

'... Did dad throw sand on my bed or something?' Tim thought to himself as he furrowed his brow in confusion. His dad, as it turned out, was quite the comedian when he wasn't focused on work. He would tell every type of joke, which just so happened to include the practical kind, so it wasn't beyond him to pull a prank while Tim was asleep. It was kind of a lame prank, though… sure, it might take a bit to wash off, but other than that it wouldn't inconvenience him that much. He would've expected syrup or something.

Tim cracked open his eyelids slightly, expecting to see his dad above him with that insufferable grin he got when one of his jokes landed. One thing he didn't expect to see was more sand. A lot more sand. The lightly tan particles covered the ground for a good fifteen, twenty meters, until they blended into what looked like a roughly made dirt path. "What… what in the…" He muttered to himself, his brain starting to catch up with what he was seeing.

One thing was for certain. 'This isn't my bed… what the heck is going on?' He thought to himself, panic very slowly beginning to set in for the young detective-in-training as he pulled himself into a sitting position.

"I'm at the beach… okay, what in the world is going on right now," Tim talked frantically to himself, which was often what he did in situations like this. He quickly looked around at his surroundings, seeing an open cave to his left along with that dirt path he had looked at before. Small waves lapped at the shore, not nearly large enough to reach him. The smell of the ocean permeated through the air, the unfamiliar scent filling his nostrils which seemed somewhat clearer for some reason. He had only been to the beach once and that was when his grandma had decided they needed a small vacation, and that was years ago.

Tim tried to calm his breathing, knowing that there was probably some sort of explanation for all of this. 'Okay, this is either a really elaborate joke, or a detailed dream,' He listed off the few possibilities in his mind. Deciding to test out the first one, he called out to see if anyone was around him. "Alright dad, funny joke, really made me… gave me a good scare there, you can, uh, turn off the hologram now!"

He waited a good three minutes. Absolutely no response. "You have got to be…" Tim muttered to himself, feeling a slight headache coming on. "Okay, so this isn't a prank, so then it has to be a dream," He rationalized.

"Heeeey!" A voice he had never heard before in his life suddenly rang to his right, bringing him out of his rambling. Tim blinked. 'Wait, but I thought dreams only contained people you knew…' He wasn't an expert on dreams by any means, but he's pretty sure he read something about that a couple months back.

When he turned to see who's voice that belonged to, his confusion was only furthered when he didn't see any person walking over to him, only a Pokemon that he immediately recognized as a Bulbasaur. He was immediately reminded of the time those Bulbasaur had lead him to Mewtwo so he could heal Pikachu, so perhaps his dream wanted to lead him somewhere?

"Uh… Hello? Anybody back there?" He called towards the dirt path. If his dream wanted him to go over there, he was gonna make sure that he knew what he was getting into.

The next thing that happened shocked him beyond anything he had seen up to this point. "I'm right here, silly! Geez, you must be so disoriented, what are you doing down on the beach?" The Bulbasaur asked him.

He stared at the grass-type blankly, his eyes wide as dinner plates. "I-I'm sorry, did you just… talk?" He asked hesitantly. That was a voice he had never heard before in his life, and he was positive that Bulbasaurs didn't freaking talk!

Said Pokemon looked at him with those wide eyes Bulbasaur usually had, seemingly confused. "Um… Yeah, and so did you, it's not that big of a deal…?" The decidedly female voice said, sounding just as confused yet not nearly as panicked as he was.

He snorted sarcastically, crossing his arms while brushing over the fact that they felt noticeably shorter. "Yeah, not that big a deal, huh? Now my own dream is mocking me? Since when did Bulbasaurs ever speak?!" He ranted, his voice rising in volume as he went.

The Bulbasaur looked at him with concern. "What do you mean, since when? Every Pokemon can talk! Heck, you're talking right now!" She countered, trying to get him to calm down.

Unfortunately this did nothing to calm him. "Please, just stop talking, you're nothing but an admittedly freaky image my brain conjured up for me in this weird dream," Tim said, though mostly talking to himself as he slowly stood. "And do not say I am a Pokemon, because I am a regular human being with a regular human voice, who needs to wake up to his regular human life!"

The "freaky image" paused, looking him over, her expression confused. "Human? But… you look like a totally… normal Pikachu to me!" She pointed out, gesturing towards him with her right forepaw.

Tim froze. "...I'm sorry, could-could you say that again?" He asked as he turned back to her, trying to make sure he heard what she said.

"...You look like a normal Pikachu?" She repeated, a little uneasy with his behavior.

Tim let his gaze linger on her for a moment, before glancing downwards.

Instead of his eyes meeting the pajamas he normally wore to bed, he was casually greeted with that familiar fuzzy fur of a Pikachu, covering his from his chest to his small feet, along with those stubby little paws he was so familiar with seeing on his father's partner. Definitely not something you'd see on a human.

"Ah, right, I'm a Pikachu. Of course." Tim said nonchalantly, trying his hardest to not have a mental breakdown. "Now, if you'll just… uh, ex-excuse me… I'm gonna…"

He punctuated his sentence by collapsing face first into the sand, out like a light.

There we go! Short, but a good starting point. Let me know if you guys want more, cause I would love writing about Tim, he's a great character. Until next time!