Disclaimer: Still don't own it...

SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!!!!! I LOST THIS CHAPTER AND I HAD 2 RE WRITE IT ALL OVER AGEN! IM SORRY ITS SO SHORT, BUT MY ORIGIONAL WAS LONGER! SORRY AGEN!


"What can we do for you Miss?" asked an Officer Jenny behind the counter.

"I'm looking for someone, a friend, who was put in jail last year, when he was innocent. I would like him out." Replied Misty, shaking her hair out of her eyes.

"Well there are quite a few people here. What's his name?"

"To tell the truth, I don't actually know. All I can remember is…is…his hair…black…spiky…and his…brown eyes. God that must sound stupid…but that's all I…remember…" sighed Misty sadly, gazing off into the distance.

"Do you know when he was put in jail?" continued Jenny with interest, noting down Misty's replies.

"Yes, Saturday 12th of July…our wedding day…" answered Misty, fighting back any tears that dared to fall.

Nodding, the Officer looked over her notes, and beckoned for Misty to follow her through the doors behind her. Gulping, Misty followed her, and looked left to right as she was led through a series of corridors, before finally reaching a telephone and waiting area.

"I will call Pallet Jail, and see if he is being kept there." Smiled Jenny, picking up a receiver and dialling in a number.

Breathing deeply, Misty nodded and sat down on a blue bench, looking around the room at various pictures and notices. Scanning over a wanted poster for a young, blue haired girl called Dawn, Misty noticed a poster hanging up on the wall, of many pokemon, all surrounding a small group of teenagers. Standing up, Misty walked up to the picture, and studied it carefully, taking in the children. In the centre, there was a young black haired boy, a cap lopsided atop his messy hair, and a Pikachu perched on his right shoulder. Beside him, were four other children; a tall brown haired boy with his arms folded, a young brunette girl with a red bandanna tied around her head, infront of her stood a dark green haired boy, no younger than nine, while a reasonably tall girl stood next to the boy in the middle, her short red hair tied up in a side ponytail, an arm around the boys neck, and the other in her pocket. In the boy's hand, was a large trophy, with an engraving written on the bottom, but it was so small, it was unable to be read. Behind him stood many people, all apparently cheering for some reason, as they stood on what looked like seats around a stage.

"He must have won some big competition." Smiled Misty, placing a finger on the boy's hat and tapping it slightly. "Now why do I remember this picture? Nah, it's just a stupid thing I must have seen on TV."

She shrugged off the thought, and went back to join the Officer, occasionally glancing back to see that picture. Jenny put the receiver back and turned to face Misty, a smile on her face.

"There is a young man in Pallet Jail, who does fit your description, and you are welcome to talk to him for a limit of ten minutes."

"Ok, can we go now?"

"Of course."

Smiling happily, Misty pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and looked back at the pictures.

"Um… Officer Jenny…who's in that picture over there?" asked Misty, pointing at the photograph.

"Ah…" smiled Jenny, leading Misty back to the photo. "Now that, is the famous Ash Ketchum, of Pallet Town. He is currently the Pokemon Master, but he has disappeared, and we are unable to track him down."

Tapping a finger against her teeth, Misty thought over that reply.

"Who are those people in the picture?" she asked finally, gesturing to the red haired girl specifically.

"Well, the brunette girl is May Row, daughter of Petalburg Gym leader, Norman. The green haired boy is Max, her brother. The brunette man at the back is Brock Slate, Pewter Gym leader, but we are unable to work out who that young lady there is. We have discovered that she has or had a very close relationship with Mr Ketchum, but seeing as we cannot track either, she remains unknown."

"She has the same hair as me." Smiled Misty, pushing her hair behind her ear thoughtfully.

"You do remind me of her…but I guess this was taken ages ago. She's probably moved away by now."

"Probably…"