Everything happened so fast, police forces and SWAT teams came barreling in. They had this attack planned for many months, although it would have seemed Giovanni, the leader of the corporation, had known something was about to happen, as it didn't take very long for his personal helicopter to arrive and help him create a grand escape. Grunts, associates, and secretaries all fled from the building. The ones who weren't so lucky were caught and detained.

During the confusion a certain trio attempted their own escape, they made beedrill line straight for the nearest forest from headquarters. Running as hard as their legs could handle. They found themselves deep in the woodlands, their smallest companion, Meowth discovered a downed large tree. The trio scurried their way inside. Jessie found herself near the back, giving an exhausted huff as she plopped down, her two male counterparts panting as they both stared out of the opening knowing any minute the Police would be sending out scouts to pick up any stranglers.

Sure enough, a Dragonite made its way over the trees scouting in search, in their plan the Police had trained many powerful Pokemon to help win the war against Team Rocket.

Jessie, James, and Meowth listened as the sounds of flapping wings passed over their hiding spot.

"Wow, dey really went all out dis time didn't dey?" Meowth piped up as soon as he was sure the flying Pokemon had passed.

"Any ideas on how we're going to get out of this?" Jessie, glanced at the other two.

"Well if ya ask me, we're pretty much screwed. Dose Dragonites can fly super-fast, we could always attempt to out run dem to the next town." Meowth plopped himself down in the dirt beside Jessie, while James remained at the opening of their temporary shelter, "Any ideas, Jim?"

He had been coming up with a plan silently, staring intensely towards the direction they had come from. James knew if they stuck around much longer there would be a whole lot of unwanted attention. Thoughts flowed through his head, maybe the could try to run like Meowth said. No, that wouldn't work there was no way they could outrun a Dragonite or any other tricks they had. Hiding in this tree would be very obvious, he had to make a decision quick.

Raising a brow, Meowth jumped up and clung to James' head knocking on him with his little furry fist, "Ey Jimmy anybody in dere?"

Jessie leaned over looking in his dazed emerald eyes, "Earth to Jaaames."

Without warning James shook his head, causing Meowth to lose his balance and fall off.

Turning to face Jessie, he took her hand in his using every bit of courage he could dig up. "Jess, I know this is going to sound stupid, but it's the best move for us. You and Meowth have got to stay free. This is bigger than any blast off we could always come back, but now it's the end. I can't let them take all of us. I promise I will find you again."

With that he got up, giving her a gentle shove causing her to lose her balance and distract her, he quickly bolted out from under the rotten tree, throwing a few dead branches to cover the opening. Before Jessie could say anything in protest, he was gone.


That was five years ago. Enough time to forgive, but not forget.

Vulpix 6 News was a fairly new broadcasting station, specializing in media that was aimed for the younger generation. Jessie had landed a simple intern position awhile back, since then she had been working her way in and up the chain. Soon enough they offered her a position to be executive producer for the late night television programming. Not a bad gig, she gained quite a bit more pay, benefits, and even her own fuel efficient company car to use. She was living in a quaint one bedroom apartment; with her now companion Pokemon, Meowth.

We find her now, in what has now become her daily routine. Which involves a lot of quick thinking, some yelling, and even some harsh words that often keep her stress level near the top. Besides her heightened blood pressure levels, there was more of a problem. Despite being surrounded by her coworkers and living in the hustle and bustle of the giant city life. She was alone, this feeling she had grown aware of gradually throughout the years, but had shrugged it aside for the majority of her days.

Jessie figured if someone cared enough to find her, they would.

Tonight was slightly different than her usual routine. She actually had a date.

In the past Jessie had not had much luck with these sorts of things. Tonight she sported a simple white evening gown, a shiny pendant hanging from a small golden chain, and to top it off with her long hair kept neatly in a tightened bun, she liked to keep simple on these first dates. Even before she joined Team Rocket, she and the opposite sex always had complications. Maybe it was her controlling nature, her random outbursts of ingenious ideas, or her impeccable beauty. Whatever it was, it always seemed to drive them away after awhile.

She approached the hostess, "Yes, hello my name is Jessica and I was wondering if you had seen a man come in with blonde hair brown eyes-.." Suddenly, a young man holding a half filled glass of whiskey cut her off. "Oh, I see you're finally here. I'm already on my second glass" The man smiled with a chuckle, "The name is Richard. I took the liberty of finding us a place to sit. Hope you don't mind, you look like an easy going girl from your profile."

He gave her a pat on the back as to push her along in the direction of their table. As they made their way over he took a few steps ahead to hold her chair out for her, she took a slow, uneasy seat before scooting herself in examining him in silence, as he situated himself opposite of her. His dirty blonde hair could have passed as Fearow's nest and dark brown eyes weren't her ideal shade of warmth but more resembled the flat, hardwood finish of the restaurant's floor. His suit was poorly structured, obviously a size to large with a much worn look to it. Had he ever heard of dry cleaning before?

After a few minutes, a young woman approached their table. "Hello, how are you two doing? My name is Tammy and I will be your waitress today. May I interest you in starting your meal with a glass of wine?" Jessie glanced up at the thin brunette, "Yes, what selection do you have?" Taking a breath to give a response, Tammy was quite abruptly cut off.

"We'll take a bottle of your finest Chardonnay from Kalos. I'm positive it will be perfect." Richard smiled with a failed attempt of sounding any bit cool. With that the waitress scurried away, soon returning with a bottle, as Jessie thanked the waitress for pouring their glasses, she returned to her previous thought.

This has been the second time he had asserted himself tonight, something that Jessie was not completely keen on, she kept her eyes on him and studied him with a small half glare, before reaching down into her purse and pulling out a couple folded up pieces of paper, she laid them out on the table in front of her, examining them closely.

"You know, on this dating profile you had checked you were a light drinker consisting of no more than one to two a month." She then peered up at him for an answer. Rich looked over at the papers and then up to meet her gaze.

"I also hadn't expected my entire profile to be printed and spread out on the dinner table." He answered with a slight annoyed tone.

Giving him an opportunity, she responded, "Well then, tell me about you."

"What is there that you don't already know about?"

"True, very true, I figured something like this might have come up. This is why I took it upon myself to print off a few key topic starters." She pulled a couple sheets of papers from the bottom of her stack, handing him one with a small smile. He grabbed it, holding it at arm's length to skim a few over. "Oh dear…"