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Butch walked out of the basement of the Team Rocket Headquarters. He couldn't believe that was really Jessie down there. He didn't believe the rumors at first, but he finally checked it out for himself. He never really hated Jessie. He just disliked her. But how could he dislike someone in that state? He couldn't so he promised himself and her that he would get her out of there.

He walked up to Giovanni's office door. He knocked three times. A muffled "who is it" sounded through the thick oak doors.

"It's Butch, sir. May I have a word?" He asked.

"Ah, Butch. Come in." Giovanni said and let one of his top high class agents in. "Now, what is it?"

"Well, as you know, I had an appointment with the girl, Jessie today."

"And how did that go? Do I need to whip her into shape?" Giovanni slammed his fists down on his desk for emphasis.

"No, no sir. I just think that you should put her old Meowth in there with her."

"Why should I even consider that?" Giovanni barked.

"Because, sir, Jessie doesn't speak anymore no matter what anyone does to her. Maybe if she has that Meowth back she'd be…more entertaining in the bedroom." Butch hated sounding like a pig. He despised it greatly. There was a very long pause. It was too uncomfortable for Butch.

"I see…I'll order that Meowth to go in that cell with her."

"Thanks, sir." Butch said. That had gone easier than he expected. He closed the office door after he exited the room. He headed down the corridors back to his room that he shared with Cassidy. Hopefully she would help him with this whole save Jessie thing he was doing. He knew those two were best friends at one point. He just hoped Cassidy would help and come up with a plan because frankly, he sucked at coming up with great plans. He was the brawns, she was the brains. Oh, hell, she was both. Butch smiled thinking about the blonde. He took his key out and walked into the somewhat spacious room with two full sized beds, a medium sized TV and a door to the bathroom. Simple, but livable. They barely stayed in here anyway. They were field agents and currently it was their two week vacation.

"Hey Cass, I went down to the basement…" He figured he should get it out now…he knew she knew what that term basement meant in this place. She turned to him and slammed the book she was reading down.

"Butch! How could you? That is just…ugh!" She slapped him across the face in anger.

"Calm down, I didn't do anything with the girl. I promise." Man, he sure was promising a lot.

"Then why the fuck would you go down there, Butch?" She sneered at him and got close to her face.

"Cassidy," Butch locked his chocolate brown eyes into her purple ones, "I didn't do anything. I-"

"Save your breath." She growled at him.

"Listen to me, Cassidy." He said and gripped her arms to keep her from running off. At least she didn't struggle. She knew he was stronger than her even though she didn't want to admit it. "Just shut up and listen." He started. "I went down there to see if the rumors were true and they were. Jessie's the girl in the basement." Butch let go of Cassidy's arms. She rubbed them a bit. He had a pretty strong grip. He didn't mean to hurt her. It was the only way she would listen. "Sorry."

"But…" Cassidy closed her eyes and squeezed them shut. Butch knew she did this when she held back tears, "The boss said…he said…"

"I know Cassidy." He said and pulled her into a comforting hug. "I know…"

"…Jessie's supposed to be dead…"

"She isn't. And trust me I'd rather have her dead than living the way she is now. I promised her I'd help her. And I'm going to need your help."

"I can't." She paused. "Have you gone soft on me?"

"Cassidy, if you saw her you would want to help her too." Butch sighed. "I'll need your help."

"I hate Jessie." She yelled at him.

"Cassidy, come on! Can't you just put that behind you? She is being fucking raped every day, she's beaten, and I doubt she ate anything at all today or the days before!" Butch yelled back at her. "And if you can't help someone, especially someone who was your friend for years, you really are a bitch. I'm going to bed. Don't talk to me." Butch turned the lights off and went under the covers. He tried to think about a foolproof plan that could work. But everything he thought of, he could see numerous flaws in them. He sighed and shut his eyes and tried to get his mind off of it.

"I have a plan." Cassidy whispered to Butch.