Disclaimer: I repeat, I don't own Pokemon or any of the characters, except the OC Greg Grassman.

Author's note: Just to clarify, the current ages are: Ash-13, Misty-13, Brock-17, Greg-11.

Chapter 10: The Rescue: Part 1.

The next morning, by the Team Rocket HQ:

"Ok, what I think we should do to get in there is acquire Team Rocket uniforms from some goons and pretend to be them. That should work." Brock said to his two companions.

Ash nodded. "Either that or we can pose as potential recruits, just like Greg did."

Brock shook his head. "I'm not sure that would work." He stated gravely. "After Greg's little trick, I'd be surprised if Giovanni didn't tighten security regarding new members."

"I say we just go right in there and kick the crap out of anyone in our way." Misty interrupted angrily.

Ash and Brock just stared at her.

"Misty, we know you're upset about Greg getting taken away, but shouldn't I be the hotheaded one and you the levelheaded one?" Ash joked in an attempt to defuse the situation.

Misty just glared at him.

"Um, Brock?" Ash whispered to his other friend. "I'm scared of her right now, so let's just go with her plan."

"So it's settled." Brock sighed. "We'll go with Misty's idea."

Pikachu jumped onto Ash's shoulder and whispered something to him frantically.

"Pikachu says that there is another building behind this one." Ash relayed the message. "So we can either do one after the other or split up and cover both in teams."

"Split up." Misty said. "You guys take this one; I'll go do the other one myself." And with that she stormed off.

Ash and Brock stared after her.

"Explain to me again why Greg likes her." Ash asked the older boy.

1 hour later, with Misty:

"Dammit, how many basement floors does this place have?" Misty groaned as she noticed the stairs to yet another lower level, then she looked back at several unconscious grunts. "And it doesn't help that those pathetic criminals are constantly trying to stop me."

She breathed a huge sign of relief when she climbed down the stairs and saw a sign which said "Building A: Bottom Floor-Prisoner Containment."

Sweet, I found it, she thought happily. Hang on, Greg. Help's coming.

Meanwhile, at Building B:3rd Floor-Pokemon Storage:

"Hey, Ash, look what I found." Brock said, holding up Violet and Shadow's PokeBalls. "I think Greg will be really happy to have these."

Ash looked over to his partner and smirked.

"Yeah, and if we have those with us, then Giovanni won't have anything over Greg if he chooses to come after us again."

Brock stared at the boy, astonished, with one thought coursing through his head. When did he get so smart?

At the same time, outside Greg's cell:

"Man, this kid is really creeping me out." One Rocket guard said to the other. "I mean, one, he just sits there instead of pounding on cell bars or yelling at us like the other prisoners, and two, I could have sworn I saw his eyes shine bright blue a few times."

"Didn't you notice there's a pattern to what he's doing?" the other guard asked. "I mean, first he sits there with his eyes closed, then he opens them, you're right, by the way, they do glow blue, then when they're glowing, it looks like he's thinking hard, then he relaxes and closes them again."

"Ok, you know what?" the first guard exclaimed nervously. "I've had it with the nut jobs the boss keeps down here. Next week I'm pushing for a transfer to the Stealing or the Transactions division."

The other sentry was about to reply, but what happened next stopped him.

Greg's eyes were open and glowing again, except this time he had a barely perceptible smirk on his face. At the same time, a faint blue glow surrounded one of the sentries and he rose into the air slowly. Then he quickly flew into the wall, and fell back to the ground, knocked out.

The other man took one look at his fallen partner and ran away as far as he could.

"Time to get out of here." Greg smiled as the keys to his cell door mysteriously floated into his hand.

With Misty:

Ok, at this point I'm probably lost down here. Which way am I supposed to go next?

Misty first looked down the left corridor, but dismissed it, since it was a dead end. Then she looked down the right corridor, and started in surprise when she saw a clearly terrified Rocket member run towards her.

"Starmie, use Rapid Spin." She instructed the star Pokemon by her leg calmly. "Let's find out what's so scary down there."

The goon gave a cry of pain and shock when Starmie crashed into him and knocked him to the ground.

"So tell me, what are you running from?" Misty smirked, looking down at the grunt.

"Oh, you don't want to go down there, girl." The man explained frantically. "We have this prisoner, and his eyes glow blue, and my partner's down, and…help! It's him. "The man yelled as he caught sight of Greg walking towards them. He pushed past Misty and ran down the corridor as Greg approached her.

"Hey, Misty, what are you doing down here?" Greg asked her, puzzled. "Say, where are Ash and Bro…" he got cut off when Misty crashed into him, then kissed him.

After a few minutes of shocked silence, Greg relaxed and deepened the kiss, while thinking she really likes me over and over.

Unbeknownst to him, similar thoughts were coursing through Misty's head at the same time.

With Ash and Brock:

"Wow, this place is like a maze." Ash remarked as they walked through the Prisoner Containment level of Building A. "We checked everywhere else, so Greg's got to be down here, but it's so easy to get lost down here. I wonder if Misty got lucky?"

They turned another corner and saw Greg and Misty standing in the middle of the corridor, kissing.

"Oh yeah." Brock smiled, watching the scene before their eyes. "If you ask me, she definitely did."