Okay, so my story is going to jump around in time throughout the chapters. I apologize for this but I just can't segway the scenes together smoothly. Let me know if they get too confusing or if you can give some advice on how to streamline it a little better. Try to think of the chapters as little individual scenes that all fit together in one story. And sorry if some of the language and such is a little strong. Just a fair warning. It's not a family friendly story.

Jessie first became involved with Team Rocket in winter of 1995. It was freezing, and Jessie climbed the stairs of a huge run down mansion which was now inhabited by the bottom of the Team Rocket barrel. Grafitti lined the walls where expensive paintings once hung. Some of the steps had even caved in.

Laughter was heard from a room that smelled like burning plastic. She had never smelled anything like it before but she was pretty sure what it was. In the next room Jessie heard people fucking on a squeaky bed. The next room was empty. Where is he?

The next room looked empty too. As the walked in she saw a man with violet hair sitting on a milk crate in front of the window. He was rocking back and forth muttering something to himself. Nope. Definitely not him.

"...without ME." Next thing she knew a syringe came flying out his hand into the fireplace and the strange man fell to his knees kicking the milk crate back towards where Jessie was standing.

Jessie dodged the crate and cautiously stepped forward. The discarded syringe was still full with a brown liquid. The man was lying on the floor still talking to himself, seemingly unaware of Jessie's presence. He started shaking.

Jessie knelt down beside him. He could need medical attention...

"No more... No... More..." Then he looked straight in her eyes. His eyes were sunken and red. He was dripping with sweat even though it was the dead of winter, and looked as if he hadn't eaten or slept in weeks. He couldn't have weighed more than 120 pounds at just under six feet tall. "You know... I don't do it because I want to..." He gasped. "Not anymore. I do it because it feels like if I don't, I'll die. I'll just..." He convulsed again, like he was fighting off a demon. He turned over and became hysterical. "...I don't want to die... I can't..." He narrowed his eyes with a renewed sense of determination. "Not until I'm someone worth burying..." The tears kept coming and he lay on his stomach, propping himself up with track marked forearms. His body trembled and shook. "I can't be another dead junkie."

He took a deep breath and lay down on his back. He closed his eyes like he was trying to concentrate on something. Jessie had no idea what must be going through his head, but she pitied him. He wasn't like the other junkies she had encountered. Something was different about him. He had a determination that overpowered the crippling depression often associated with withdrawal. She knew how bad it could be, and she was amazed by his strength. Even if to anyone else, he would look like another desperate, hopeless drug addict.

Truth was she had seen him around before. Selling stolen goods, getting kicked out of bars. She knew there were a lot of junkies working for team rocket, and she usually just tried to ignore them. They normally didn't last long. And If you started feeling bad for them, you wouldn't either.

As she was thinking about all this the young man began convulsing more frequently until he was having a full blown seizure. Jessie was not prepared for this. All she could do was watch and make sure he didn't get hurt. But by the looks of it, he was already pretty battered from god knows what.

Jessie hated junkies. She felt sorry for him, but she knew that if she stopped what she was doing to help him she'd never get a job, and she didn't want to look weak to the boss. So she placed a pillow under his head and reluctantly left him. For this guy to be having seizures he would have to be taking more than just heroin... He's in for a world of hurt. Jessie tried to convince herself he wasn't worth helping as she continued her search for Giovanni. Normally her conscience was something she could just turn on and off. It was easy to shut someone out. But for some reason, she couldn't help but feel like she knew this man...

"There you are." A large man smiled a murderous smile. "I'm sorry I had to meet you here, but you know, duty calls..." By the small red splatters on his lapel, Jessie could see he had just finished something dark. "I was told a pretty red head was looking for a job, and I must say, your beauty was greatly understated. You have your mother's eyes." Jessie's heart raced at the mention of her mother. Giovanni politely held Jessie's hand and gave it a light kiss. She felt like she was going to be sick as she studied the man's features closely.

"Why thank you." Jessie tried to act calm and collected. "I think with my extensive experience I would make a top notch field agent if given the opportunity."

Giovanni chuckled. "Well we'll just see about that. Field agent status isn't something you can charm your way into you know. Why don't you start off by moving some of the merchandise in the wine cellar? Claudio would be happy take you under his wing."

He wants me to deal? How insulting! "Of course." Jessie swallowed her pride and curtsied. "I would be honored."

"Great. You can start today." Giovanni dismissed her with a wave of his hand as he took out a cigarette.

Jessie wasn't feeling too great about getting into this business, but it was all she was good at. Lying ran in the family. Truth was, Giovanni knew where Miyamoto was, and was her only connection to her. Aside from the obvious, there was something else more disturbing about Giovanni. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she just had one of those feelings.

Down in the wine cellar, Jessie met up with Claudio. "Chainer Jeeeeess! What's up girl?" Claudio was an old friend from her gang. It was nice to see a familiar face.

"Well, apparently I work for you now." She said sounding embarrassed.

"Is that right? Welp, you gotta start somewhere." Claudio scooted a large box in her direction with his foot. "Here's your first assignment."

Jessie knelt down and opened the box. It was filled with bags of various sizes containing a brown powder. Her stomach dropped.

"Um... Claud?" Jessie looked up at Claudio with her big watery eyes. She tried her hardest to express all her discomfort into one facial expression.

Claudio sighed. "You know my weakness Jess. Those eyes get me every time..."

"It's just... I really don't want to sell THIS. I mean- Weed. Ex. LSD. Whatever. But..."

Claudio let out a long exaggerated sigh. "Okay. I get it. It's okay. You're new. I'll start easy on you." Claudio turned around and disappeared into a closet. He emerged with a box of weed. "Start on this if you'd like. But I'm telling you Jess, once you see how it really is, you won't feel guilty anymore. We aren't forcing anyone to take it. They will seek you out. Especially the junkies. The ones who still pay for it with money anyway. Heh heh. Trust me, you'll need the money sooner or later."