So, this is my first Rick and Morty fanfiction. It just so happens this is, also, one of my more finished Fanfiction pieces than the others. It took me a while to find good ideas to go with it while straying from another Rick and Morty fanfic I plan on doing.

Rated T for language, violence, and fluff.

"Rick and Nicole Sanchez from dimension JC-147, found for crimes against the Citadel." Riq IV said, glaring down at the two forms on their knees, hands chained behind their backs. One, Rick JC-147, was wearing the natural look for a Rick: white lab coat, light blue-green long-sleeved shirt, brown pants, black shoes, and a black belt with a gold buckle. Like many Ricks, this Rick has a nickname. Unfortunately, it's Emotional Rick. Emotional Rick got his name for being one of the more emotionally connected of the Ricks.

Emotional Rick stared up at the Council of Ricks with an expression of hatred. The girl, Nicole, at Emotional Rick's side, glared up at the Council as well.

Now, how did these two end up getting labeled for crimes against the Citadel? Well, the Council of Ricks got an anonymous tip about a certain Sanchez from dimension JC-147 that was going to destroy the Citadel and committed mass dimensional genocides. With the insecurity of the Council, they brought these two in preparation to eliminate the threat: a mere 14-year-old girl.

"And what crimes have we committed exactly?" Nicole asked sassily.

"Creation of an illegal portal gun,"-Nicole narrowed her eyes-"slaughter of several militia Rick and Mortys…"

"They deserved it after they tried to freeze me," Nicole rolled her eyes.

"And affiliation with a rogue Rick, the Council sentences you both to death."

"Oh, just because I'm *burp* one out of a few Ricks who didn't have a Beth automatically makes me a rogue?" Emotional Rick rolled his eyes.

"And," Nicole cut in, "just because he adopted an equally smart being makes us sociopaths?"

"Shut it, you two. You're being executed, like it or not." Riq IV says and motions toward two of the militia Ricks.

The militia Ricks stepped forward, drawing their guns and placing it on Rick and Nicole JC-147's temples.

"Oh, hell no." Emotional Rick uttered and slammed his head back into the nose of his militia Rick. Nicole smirked and followed her adopted father's example, adding a little kick to the groin for emphasis.

"Kill them!" Riq IV ordered as the militia Ricks surrounded the two.

Emotional Rick and Nicole whipped out their guns and started firing at the oncoming Ricks. Rick blood started pouring over the council's floor, bodies falling to the floor with a thud.

"I love this!" Nicole screamed as she shot another Rick down. A feeling of joy at killing the people she hates most.

"You know it, sweetie!" Emotional Rick smirked down at his adopted daughter.

As Nicole aimed upwards toward the Council, one of the Rick's shoots her arm, causing her to cry out in pain as blood blossomed from the wound, dropping her weapon in the process. Her shout alerted her Rick and he dropped his guard, which was the worst possible mistake to make. The Ricks took this as an advantage and shot Rick JC-147 in the side.

"Dad!" Nicole cried out as he slammed into the wall. "Fucking retards!" Aiming her gun with renewed vigor, she viciously slaughtered the militia Ricks in her way. Making her way over to her Rick by jumping over fallen bodies and she knocking over a table to help as some sort of shield. Looking up, she fired at the Ricks coming, glancing over at her Rick from time to time.

"Dad?" she asks, concern lacing her voice as she fired at another Rick.

"Nicole, you-you've got to listen to me," he says as blood started spilling from his mouth, grabbing Nicole's shoulders, "y-you have to…"

"Wh-what?" she says in a shaky voice, lazily firing at anything beyond their safety.

"G-get to...to…" He coughed some blood into her face. Tears started forming in her eyes.

"Please, just tell me!"

"C-137!"

She paused for a moment. To her, the sounds of firing guns had faded into some dull background noise. "Huh?"

"Find R-Rick C-137!"

"Why? Dad!"

"Just...Just find him…"

"O-okay...but you'll still live! ...Right?"

He shakes his head, face drained of color. Nicole was amazed he was still alive but wasn't ungrateful for his prolonged death. "You...you have-have to d-do this y-yourself."

"But, I don't even know that dimension!"

"D-don't worry… Daddy'll take care of-of it." Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out a strange device and tapped it. The screen blinks green then Emotional Rick smashed it to pieces. Nicole's mouth drops open, watching helplessly as her father's life drained. Rick JC-147 wrapped his arms around Nicole, which she returned. Tears falling as they embraced one last time.

"Don't go…" she murmured. To her, it seemed the world stopped for her to keep her last moments with her adopted father.

"Sorry," he said, stroking her brown hair. "I l-love you…"

"Love you too, daddy…"

Rick took his final breath as Nicole clung to him, openly sobbing. The Citadel Rick's finally managed to get to the pair and pulled them apart. Nicole screamed, lashing out with her limbs at the Ricks.

"You motherfuckers killed my dad!" She screamed as she clawed at the Rick holding her. "You're goanna pay!" She elbowed another Rick in the face, causing his nose to bleed.

"Neutralize the Nicole…" Riq IV says casually, hands folded behind his back. Walking up to Nicole, he got into her face and said, "Looks like you're not the one who got away this time."

There was pain as a needle was inserted into her neck, the liquid squirted into her veins as a Rick pressed the plunger down.

"Not this time," she says, quickly losing conscience. "But next time."

"There won't be a next time."

Nicole managed to curl her lips into a smirk. "We'll see about that." Finally, she collapsed into the Ricks' arms.

Meanwhile, on Earth dimension C-137, a normal morning was happening at the Smith household. Everyone was eating eggs and bacon while Beth was talking about her work at the hospital, Jerry was playing a balloon popping game on his Ipad, Summer was on her phone, and Rick and Morty were just casually listening in.

Rick was about to take another bit of his eggs when he felt a buzz from his jacket. Putting his fork down, he fished out his phone which displayed a message saying someone had texted him. The sender was Rick JC-147. Rick raised an eyebrow, confused. It wasn't like Rick JC-147 to be texting.

Morty seemed to sense his grandfather's confusion and looked at him with a questioning stare. Leaning over, he caught a glimpse of the screen.

"H-hey, isn't that f-from another Rick?" Morty asked.

"Y-yeah, duh Morty," the older man replied rather rudely, stuffing his phone back into his coat.

"Wait. You get text messages from Ricks from other dimensions?" Summer asked, looking up from her phone.

"Yes, Summer. I'm in touch with some Ricks that aren't part of the Citadel." Rick resumed eating, hoping that everyone would stop paying attention to him.

"Geez, Rick," Morty said. "I-I didn't know you talked to other Ricks."

"Yeah, well, Morty, I-*burp* do." Rick finished his breakfast and dumped his plate in the sink, going into the garage. One the door closed behind him, he pulled out his phone and opened up the new message. Scanning over the message, Rick's eyes widened and his teeth clenched in anger. Once he finished reading the message, Rick let out a string of curses under his breath. Getting to work, he started rifling through his cupboards when Morty entered.

"H-hey, Rick. What'ya doing?" Morty asked.

"None of y-y-your business, Morty." Rick replied, burping at the end.

Morty recognized the interdimensional tracking device as Rick plugged a pink, glowing gem into it.

"Ooh, are you t-trying to t-track something?"

"Duh, Morty." Rick turned the device one and the screen flickered to life. Rick typed Nicole Sanchez JC-147 and pressed enter. The device made a couple of beeping sounds and a string of words and numbers scrolled across the screen.

"W-who's Nicole Sanchez?" Morty asked, sending chills down Rick's spine.

Dammit, Rick cursed in his mind. He did not want to explain who she was as of right now.

"Isn't Sanchez your last name?"

"Yes, Morty," Rick said as he jotted down the serial code on his device onto a piece of paper.

"Is she l-like your daughter or something?"

"I don't have time to explain all this right now." Rick sighed as he turned the tracking device off. "D-don't you have sc-*burp*-ool or something?"

Morty's eyes widened and he dashed out of the garage, leaving Rick alone. Rick rolled his eyes at his grandson's affection for school. Rick thought school was not a place for smart people, but in this case, he used school as an excuse to get Morty out of his way. Nicole was none of Morty's business.

Looking back at the code he'd written down, he turned the interdimensional tracking device back on. Sighing, he ran a hand through his bright blue hair in exasperation. Dammit Nicole. What'd you do this time?

"So, what do we do with her?" one of the militia Ricks asked, holding up the unconscious girl for emphasis.

"We kill her, right?" Another militia Rick said.

"Naw. She's pretty valuable. Lock her away instead." Riq IV said, flicking his hand. The militia Ricks hauled her off to the dungeon as a few Mortys came in to clean up the massacre. Riq IV kicked Rick JC-147's dead body out of amusement. He knelt down by the body and said in a quiet voice, "Why? Why, out of all the Ricks, would you get Nicole?" Rick JC-147 didn't even want a Morty, he wanted Nicole. He refused to join the Citadel and spent his time adventuring with the equally smart teen. What Riq IV couldn't figure, with him being a genius, was why.

Even though Riq IV had originally planned on killing the girl, he had another purpose for her. A plan boiling inside his mind as his lips curled into a sickening grin. Standing up, the Mortys dragged the dead body away, then turned back to his seat.

Yes, Nicole. You'll do just fine…

When Nicole woke up, she found only her arms changed above her head on a wall she was slumped against. She couldn't see a thing and pulled on the chains. Sighing, she rolled her eyes at the crappily built chains. And you call yourselves geniuses. Standing up, she noticed her chains were chained at her chest level, making it pretty easy to access the items in her coat. Reaching a hand, she touched her sleeve...but found only skin. Realizing her coat with all her devices had been stripped from her. She gritted her teeth in anger.

Not bad, she thought as tapped her temple. But it's still not enough. A screen appeared in front of Nicole with a bunch of buttons, keys, and options.

A few years back, Nicole had created a set of contact lenses for her to control the gadgets she carried with her. It was much easier than just creating a remote or giving herself cybernetic augmentations. And the best part was only she could control her gadgets. The contact lenses, if removed, only responded to her DNA, so nobody else could use them.

The projection in front of her could only be seen by her so she wasn't afraid of some hidden camera in her cell catching her. First, she turned on night vision to examine her surroundings, taking note of the dreary setting. She then scrolled over to her creations tab where a list of her gadgets and a 3-D model of them appeared before her. Blinking to activate a small, beetle looking device she was able to control the beetle like a virtual reality simulator. A smile made its way onto her lips as she managed to slip the bug out of her coat and take a look at where her items were located.

Nothing can stop me, she thought gleefully when a cough abruptly broke her out of her thoughts.

The Council of Ricks will exist in this fanfic universe.