Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or its characters and place names, but in the spirit of fanfiction I own this story and the characters I created around it.

Lemon Warning: If you don't know what a lemon is or you know you're not supposed to read it, then don't.

Possession is Nine Tenths of the Law

Part 1

The Law

Sleeping under the stars is great, until you get the chills. So I went to a real bed about midnight. Reef Island was wonderful, with the sun, surf and isolation, but still I appreciate a good bed. I slept till sunrise and then checked emails. Things were going well businesswise and my abilities were slowly returning. After their early morning swim, Yuki and Mewtwo came in for breakfast. Afterwards we waited for Agent Looker.

Agent Looker was washed and shaved; yet insisted on wearing his trench coat in the tropics. Mewtwo and I received him in the living room of the cabin. He seated himself and placed a note pad before him on the low table.

"Have the nightmares stopped?" I asked.

He gave a little shudder and nodded.

"That's a good sign. If I was at one hundred percent I could go in your head and seal that memory, but your superiors wouldn't allow that. Just remind yourself that the pain isn't real and it's being felt by someone else."

"I'd rather not think of it at all."

"Good, ignoring the suffering of others is the best way to go through life."

"I want to be sympathetic to your situation…"

He was trying to reach out to me, but Mewtwo stopped him psychically. Mewtwo then said, and I translated, "'Sabrina is in my protective custody as a person of interest in a missing Pokémon case. I will only consider releasing Sabrina after my investigation is complete.'"

"He's a cop?" asked Looker.

"Agent Looker of the International Police, may I present Chief Mewtwo of Headquarters."

"You made that up."

Mewtwo flashed a golden, egg-shaped badge and a glare that he meant business.

Looker smirked, nodded in recognition and withdrew his hand to his notepad.

"I have the police reports from Sinnoh, but there a few details that are missing. First: what destroyed Hunter J's carrier?"

"Me."

"You?" asked Looker.

"My primary responsibility was to prevent Mewtwo from being captured. I suspected that Hunter J and Team Rocket were prepared to deal with his abilities, so I acted in the primary role and Mewtwo acted in a support fashion. This destabilized their teamwork and allowed us to prevail. Also I was poisoned, which may have affected my judgment, and Hunter J took hostages that I knew."

"I still find it hard to believe that if they had prepared for a psychic of Mewtwo's level, that you could defeat them."

"This is because you think in terms of level and not skills. I could read and understand human thoughts. This gave me a tactical advantage. Team Rocket believed that they knew all of Mewtwo's skills and limitations and they were prepared for them. Hunter J believed that she knew my limitations and thus she took hostages. Yet she didn't anticipate my physical abilities, thus she lost."

"Would you care to elaborate?"

"Heat of the moment, things happened quickly, I acted on instinct… If you act as my sparring partner, I could probably demonstrate my abilities."

"I think I've had enough abuse already."

"Is that in regard to this interview, or the earlier episode that you'd rather not remember?"

"Both."

"Have you heard of the saying that doctors make the worst patients?"

"Yes."

"Make up a phrase about cops being accused of crimes."

"You're a gym leader," he reminded me. "Yes you have a certain level of authority with regard to Pokémon matters, but you can't be above the law."

"I am Princess Sabrina of the Saffron Throne. My duties include the protection of the people and Pokémon of Saffron City, and its dominion, from both known and hidden crimes. How do you investigate a crime with no witnesses? How can you prove mental abuse, emotional abuse and neglect? In my world of the mind, I am the law. The International Police was formed to pursue criminals whose activities cross borders. Yet your authority cannot trump the sovereignty of a nation that you operate in."

I nailed him to his chair with a gaze. When I relented, I said, "I guess now you know what it's like to walk a mile in my shoes."

"I wouldn't want to wish that on anyone," he replied with a forced smile.

"Any questions that you have about Team Rocket's intentions can only be answered by speculation."

"Equipment?"

"I had hostages to rescue and Mewtwo to protect, so I destroyed or removed anything that may have been a threat. This proved to be inconvenient with regard to freeing the hostages from Hunter J's capture system."

"Yet you managed…"

"I use technology; I don't create it. If you examine her devices you'll know more than me."

"Some of her devices are missing," he pointed out.

"Really?" I replied with mocked surprise. "If I find them, I'll let you know."

"It is considered as 'evidence' and thus you should surrender it."

"It may also be, 'patented', and contain 'trade secrets'. If this evidence existed, then shouldn't it be examined by 'experts'?"

"What is he really after?" asked Mewtwo.

"Hmm?" wondered Looker.

"Mewtwo wonders what you really want to know. He may not understand our language, but he does know that you've been avoiding the direct questions."

"Will you surrender Mewtwo to me?"

I started to laugh. Looker frantically scratched his feet. After a minute I regained my mental composure and quipped, "As you found out it hurts when I laugh. As for your question: no. This Mewtwo has committed no crimes in our world and is a sentient being with rights. This isn't even the right Mewtwo."

"What?"

"The Mewtwo that was created in Team Rocket's laboratory is not this Mewtwo. His lack of understanding of our language is one sign of that."

"Mewtwo is unique, how can there be more of him?"

"Mewtwo is unique on this world. But there are other dimensions. The legendary Pokémon of Sinnoh are said to each have their own dimension. Who's to say that those other dimensions don't have their own Mewtwos?"

"How can I believe you?"

"One cop to another?"

"Please…"

"Lie detector?"

"You could probably cheat that."

"It would still be admissible as evidence. You've witnessed the legendary Pokémon of Sinnoh and you view them as gods. Your superiors know that a Pokémon of similar power was created by men in a lab. You don't view Mewtwo as a god; you view him as a weapon. I view both Mewtwos as sentient beings, with rights. You should think about that before we talk again."

Looker got the tone of my statement, collected his things, stood up and gave me a short bow. When he reached the door, he turned and gave Mewtwo a light salute. Mewtwo returned it. Looker chuckled to himself as he left.

Yuki peeked out of the closet.

I said, "He's gone."

"Do you think he wants to arrest me?"

"On what charge?"

"Hitting a police officer," she replied.

"He was in a state of shock and you were trying to revive him."

"That's a lie."

"That's politics," I corrected. "He doesn't charge you with hitting him and he gets the benefit of being the selfless hero."

"I don't know if you wanted your abilities back, or your personality, so you could confront Looker."

"One and the same. I'm going to get some 'work' done and maybe have a nap before lunch. Are you going diving again?"

I was answered with, "Bye," and the slamming of the front door. Mewtwo was dragged along by Yuki towards the surf.

I composed an email message, "Request preliminary analysis of samples: What percent of technology is ours or of our corporate partners?"

I spent the rest of the morning reading reports of new product ideas, hotel occupancy and the business structure of island resorts until I dozed off.

I woke when Yuki and Mewtwo returned for lunch, which we ate outside. There was a waiting email from Looker asking for a second interview after lunch.

"Trouble?" asked Yuki as we ate.

"Hard to say until he gets here," I replied.

"Do you think that the International Police will just come and take him?"

Mewtwo bristled at that idea.

"I think that I demonstrated that I can cause more than itchy feet in my current state," I replied. "But I think that Looker is an honest person. Hopefully he isn't too honest to the point of being naïve."

I stayed outside in the shade while the other two went inside.

"Agent Looker, I'm glad that you were able to have a second meeting. Have you thought about what I said last time?"

"Yes. But I doubt my superiors will accept your argument about Pokémon sentience."

"That comment wasn't for them; that comment was for you. Your superiors are going to get any lie or excuse that you feel is appropriate."

"I wasn't going to give either."

"Hear me out first. You said that no one is above the law. You honestly believe that. So I want you to open your eyes and look for signs that others don't believe that. I've had samples of Hunter J's carrier analyzed; specifically a teleport diverter. That was invented by my father and isn't used commercially. The only one sold was to the government. Did someone in the government pass that technology on to Hunter J, or did she steal it? If it was passed on to Hunter J, was it from a low-level operative or a high-level person who used it as payment for her services?

"The International Police have helped local law enforcement break up two types of criminal organizations. But why is it that you're more successful with the cultish groups, such as Team Galactic and Team Plasma, and less successful with true criminal organizations such as Team Rocket?"

"The cult groups fall apart because their ideology can't be sustained by reality," replied Looker.

"Consider also that the cults involve a Pokémon that has its own mind and goals."

"Granted."

"Now think about Team Rocket and Cipher. Both are criminal organizations and both use Pokémon to commit crimes. They bounce back where the cults fail. Why? Because with Team Rocket an outsider can gain power and wealth by selling a few secrets, passing on some technology or poaching some Pokémon.

"They also have bio-engineered or re-engineered advanced Pokémon weapons. Team Rocket's Mewtwo is too powerful to be controlled, but he is valuable as a blueprint for future designs. If a criminal organization has a weapon, then doesn't law enforcement want a similar weapon? 'Dangerous' is a convenient lie to tell people like you, who are honest."

"Are you saying the International Police is compromised?"

I took a deep breath and thought about my answer. "Yes. Most likely you have a member who is compromised by their ambition and is willing to 'bend' the rules. There is a slight chance that you have someone higher up who truly wants political power and would use this crisis to seize Mewtwo or gain the authority to seize any Pokémon that they declare as dangerous."

"I think that you are trying to trick me."

"Well I am a psychic, so you can't trust me. Let me make then a prediction: Hunter J's transfer from Sinnoh Police custody to International Police will be delayed because of paperwork. While she is still in Sinnoh Police custody, she will escape. If she escapes while in International Police custody, the very loyal officer will feel duty bound to resign lest they bring shame on the organization. Perhaps I'm paranoid, I've been told so many times. If nothing happens and Hunter J is in a secure facility, I may even help you in finding her customers."

"Help us? I thought you were against us."

"C.Y.A.: Cover your ass. I watch out for me and my own first. Mewtwo isn't the only living weapon; so am I. I can go through your mind and know if I can trust you, but I can't know if I can trust your organization. If Mewtwo can be seized on the basis of being dangerous, then what's to stop your organization from seizing me? Oh that's right; you have a warrant for my arrest. So the takeover begins."

"The warrant was for questioning and return of the evidence from the Hunter J case," argued Looker.

"Tauros Shit," I replied dismissively. "I went to Sinnoh on my own to save Mewtwo. I protected hostages. I destroyed a dangerous criminal weapon. I captured Hunter J. My Pokémon and I did more in one day than the Sinnoh Police could do in a year. If that doesn't earn the trust of a law enforcement officer, then maybe someone doesn't want to enforce the same laws that I do."

Looker meekly replied, "The law is the law."

"Laws change, so which law is 'the' law? Should I invoke laws from three hundred years ago, and order your arrest and mind wiping? Or should we honor a law made by your superior that roughly states, 'The International Police must be the ultimate authority'?"

"You are paranoid."

"If you want to trade insults then you're naïve."

"You're asking a lot of me."

"Am I? You brought your note pad and wrote down the answers to your questions. Base your report on that. If I'm paranoid, and Hunter J is safely in your custody, I'm willing to interrogate her so we can track down her clients, all of them. You can make that offer up front to your superiors, or you can recuperate here and tell them later. You could file a preliminary report based upon our first interview, then file my offer later and see their reactions. Hunter J is valuable for two reasons: results and discretion. If something is amiss, who are you going to turn to; Internal Affairs? Things happen, and don't happen, for a reason. If you need help finding that reason, I'm here to help.

"But keep this in mind: you will not take Mewtwo because he's 'dangerous'. That argument won't hold for a human so don't you dare make exceptions for psychics or Pokémon. Think about it: if I lose my rights as a human being, because I'm a psychic then why should I show any human restraint?

"I know I am not above the law. There is a constitution that spells out what my rights and responsibilities will be when I become Daimyo. If my Mewtwo commits a crime, then I will personally bring him in for justice. If I commit a crime, then my own Grandmother would bring me in."

Looker left, but he lacked the certitude of step as he had when I first met him.

I entered a calming trace to push aside all the emotions that Looker brought up.

"Hello?" called out Prof. Orchid as she carried a large box.

"You seem cheery," I observed. "Did you talk to Granny Orchid?"

"Yes, and she said to bring you these," Ruth set the box down on the patio table. Inside the box were various tubes of liquid each marked with a code, "the formulas that we didn't market."

"So she's all for the idea of signing you up?"

"She kind of mentioned that she can't retire if she has to support me with her store," replied Ruth sheepishly.

"Does she want to give up the store?" I asked.

"She enjoys that. But she'd like to work less on marketing, shipping and manufacturing."

"That should be easy to arrange," I conceded.

"So… where do I sign?"

"We're finishing the contracts and I'll have the lawyer bring them to Tropical Passions tomorrow. You can go over the contracts with your grandmother. I'll have a second set drawn up for her to franchise the business to us."

"?"

"She owns her business and its name, but gets a royalty on all products sold through her store and website."

"That's good, right?"

"Very good," I replied. "I have a certain respect for grandmothers."

"Did you buy the island yet?"

"I think I'm in the market for something closer to town."

"How much closer?"

"Somewhere I can put in a warptile. My people are working on ideas to boost range or set up a relay. The island should also be suitable for your new lab and warm enough that you can run around without your clothes on. You three seem to do your best work that way."

"New lab?"

"If I'm going to get any work out of you three, I'll need you a little closer to town."

"Yes ma'am," replied Ruth mockingly.

"Careful or I'll insist that you call me 'Milady'. Don't worry; there'll be plenty of time for 'play' later. I have several product ideas that should be 'right up your alley."

"Oh?"

"Later."

After Ruth left, I reviewed the contracts until Yuki came outside. She sported her all over tan like she was born with it. "Did you put on any sunscreen?" she asked.

"I'm in the shade."

"Reflected sunlight can burn just as well as direct."

"There's probably something in the box."

Yuki looked through the box.

"Didn't you go in for a nap?" I asked.

"Mewtwo is snoring up a storm," replied Yuki. "He didn't want to let on, but keeping watch over you really left him exhausted."

"He said that when I lost control, everyone had to be evacuated from Ruth's island. I was afraid to ask if he was affected too."

Yuki found a bottle of sunscreen and coated herself. "He's got strong mental shields, but he had to stay awake the whole time to keep them up."

Yuki had her front coated, so she sat on my lap so I could cover her back.

"That's not your typical sunscreen smell."

"The bottle says, 'Strawberry Daiquiri'," I replied. "It smells like there is enough rum in this to make a regular daiquiri."

I finished Yuki's back, so she took the bottle and asked, "Why make food scented sunscreen?"

After I took off my yukata, I lowered the lounge to a reclined position. Yuki worked the fruit scented mixture on my bare front. I shivered at her cool, oily touch.

"Still sensitive," she observed.

"And ticklish," I added.

"It's so hard to choose," purred Yuki. She worked the sunscreen on my stomach and I squirmed.

"I…I better do that area," I insisted.

"Too late," replied Yuki. "I'm going here next." She quickly sat on my thighs and grabbed both breasts. "Oh, they just perked right up."

"Yuki?"

"You've never been dominated before, have you?" My hypersensitivity made every action on my nipples feel a hundred times worse: she tugged a little yet my nipples felt they stretched out like vine whips. A little twist felt like she was unscrewing them from my body. A little nibble was like a steel trap.

"I almost forgot to cover this," purred Yuki as she coated my crotch. Her short fingernails working the sunscreen through my pubic hair felt like every bikini wax happening at once. The cold sunscreen on my lips burned.

"Wet already? It's a shame to let that go to waste," she pouted. "Oh look at the label. It says that it's 'lickable'."

"Please no."

"It pleases you, no?" she replied with a bad accent. She slid down my legs, spread them apart and licked.

One lick and it felt like the first time. Fear, loathing, joy and lust; I felt it all with that little taste.

"That was just a tease," purred Yuki. "Whatever will you do if I do this?" She thrust her tongue deep into my pussy and flailed at my insides while she pinched my clit with her fingers.

I wanted to explode yet suck her bodily into me.

I settled for exploding.

[Recording error no. 5248: energy overload. Resetting…]

"Whoa," puffed Yuki. "That was so much better than stingers in your feet."

My head was spinning. I was breathing hard and my ears were ringing.

"You came so hard, the feedback made me cum too," purred Yuki as she slithered her way up my body. "You are such the screamer," growled Yuki before she started to kiss me. My mind was swimming as she fondled me in two places and explored my mouth with her tongue.

"Ahem."

"AHEM!"

I opened an eye in the direction of… Agent Looker and three guests. Yuki followed my gaze and then raced into the cabin. The three guests were Pikachu, Ash and Misty Ketchum. All four of them had sand on their clothes and a wet crotch. "What were you four doing together?" I asked.

Misty was the first to realize what I saw, so she hid behind Ash.

Agent Looker blushed as he closed his trench coat.

Ash just complained, "My best pair of jeans."

"Sorry," whined Pikachu. He was sitting on Ash's left shoulder. The right side of Ash's head was wet and sticky.

"What's that Pikachu?" Ash soon discovered. "What is going on?"

Mewtwo jogged out of the cabin and asked, "Are you okay? Who are they?"

"Mewtwo!" gasped Misty.

"Hello!" greeted Pikachu.

"Hello," replied Mewtwo to the yellow Pokémon. "I don't believe that we've met. I'm Mewtwo."

Pikachu scampered across the sand to get closer. "We met at the wedding," prompted Pikachu.

"What's a wedding?"

"For those two. Don't you remember? There was a ceremony and everyone gathered at Misty's gym because Ash invited every friend that he ever met."

"I was there," I replied.

"I know that. I spent the whole time waiting for you to make Ash's pants fall down, or turn Ash and Misty into cake decorations."

"What an evil little Pokémon you are," I teased.

"I didn't want you to do. I just expected you to."

"What an evil little Pokémon you are," I scolded. "I'm a reformed psychic."

"Well Pikachu, is this the same Mewtwo?" asked Ash.

Pikachu shook his head.

Ash got a closer look. Mewtwo and I both flinched from Ash's smell of semen.

"I agree buddy. He just doesn't feel like the other Mewtwo."

"Is the word of the Kanto Champion good enough for you Looker?" I asked.

"Yes it is. Next order of business: Hunter J escaped."

"But she fell into another dimension. I was there," explained Ash.

Mewtwo sat down beside me.

"She somehow returned to this dimension," explained Looker. "She was hired by Team Rocket to go after Mewtwo."

"Shame on you," I teased as I scratched the back of Mewtwo's head. "A gentleman lets the lady come first."

"Pardon?"

"How and where did Hunter J escape?" I asked.

"She escaped from the Hearthome City Jail. Her extradition to International Police custody was expedited. The night before her transfer, she walked out of her cell through a strange portal."

"What do you mean by a portal?" asked Misty, who still kept Ash between her and the others.

Agent Looker read from his note pad, "The cells had video cameras so J was recorded walking towards a wall and then was no longer in the cell. The camera couldn't view what the portal was. Other prisoners were questioned; they claimed that it was a glowing black door. Those prisoners were arrested for drunk and disorderly conduct and may not be the most credible witnesses."

"He uses a notepad as well," commented Mewtwo.

"Where's yours?" I asked in a quiet voice.

"It didn't survive the transit."

"Comments?" asked Looker.

"You should have knocked first," I grumped.

"I meant about this case."

"Told you so, and you should have knocked. Now that Ash has confirmed that this is a different Mewtwo, will you leave us alone?"

"We have to go after Hunter J," insisted Ash.

"Then go," I purred as I stroked Mewtwo's horns.

Misty pushed Ash out of the way and stomped over to me. (A good trick considering she was stomping sand.) "You are no better than Prof. Orchid. Stop being a spoiled princess and do something!" Misty demanded.

"Misty Ketchum, I may be a skilled teleporter, but I do not monitor teleport activity. My father does that. If Agent Looker wants my help then I would like to be assured that as soon as I go back home to Saffron City I won't be arrested and Mewtwo incarcerated like a rabid pet."

"What?" asked Ash.

"I'm not here on this island for a holiday," I replied. "I went to Sinnoh to prevent Team Rocket and Hunter J from capturing Mewtwo. When I returned home to Saffron City, I find that Agent Looker was making demands and getting warrants. Therefore we came to this island as political refugees seeking asylum."

"Incarcerate Mewtwo?" asked Ash is disbelief.

"They believe that he's too dangerous to remain free," I stated. "I've been reading my emails while relaxing on the beach and I've yet to read one email from my lawyer stating that it was safe to come home. So until that is settled, you three can run along, change your clothes and play cops and robbers."

"Did you do something bad?" asked Pikachu.

"I've committed no crime," replied Mewtwo, "unless it is illegal to be a Pokémon in your world."

Pikachu stood his ground between Mewtwo and Agent Looker and declared, "I won't let you arrest him."

Ash looked at his partner and asked, "You believe Mewtwo don't you Pikachu?"

Pikachu nodded.

Ash stood alongside his Pokémon and declared, "Call off your warrant on Mewtwo."

"What about me?" I protested.

"Sabrina too," added Ash.

I caught Misty's eye and mouthed, "He is thick."

She winked.

"Goodbye Looker. I hope that the trail doesn't get too cold up in Sinnoh. So Misty, Ash and Pikachu, will you stay for dinner?"

"Thank you," replied Ash.

"Isn't this the cabin we stayed in last time?" asked Misty.

"I think so."

"The reefs were so beautiful," reminisced Misty.

"Yuki keeps insisting that I go diving with her, you could join us," I offered.

Agent Looker was still standing there, dumbfounded.

I concentrated on every wound in my feet and focused that pain and frustration at Looker. "Go away," I demanded.

Agent Looker turned and left, defiantly refusing to squirm or scratch until he was out of sight.

"Whew. So let me introduce you to Yuki." I got up and stumbled, so Mewtwo carried me to the cabin.

"What happened to you," asked Misty.

"Hunter J has a Drapion with some really nasty Toxic Spikes," I replied. "Hey Yuki, I've got some dive partners for you."

Yuki was dressed and frantically packing her things. "Where's Looker?"

"I sent him on his way. This is Ash and Misty."

"We met at the gym when you looked at the elevating water tank," recalled Misty as she extended a hand.

"Uh…ew," commented Yuki.

Misty's hand was sticky and full of sand.

"Why don't you three just go out and swim in the reefs," I suggested.

Ash tried to protest, "But…"

"Ash Ketchum, you and your wife have been viewed having sex over a million times. So just drop your clothes, grab some dive equipment and go have some fun."

"A million times?" asked Misty as she grew pale.

"Don't worry, only Ruth, Todd and I know that it's you."

"How do you know?" demanded Misty.

"Because I'm psychic. Now go have fun before Agent Looker puts us to work in that frozen wasteland."

Ash nonchalantly threw off his clothes and headed for the water. Misty and Yuki reluctantly did the same. Mewtwo went back to bed.

I emailed father, "Hunter J left the Hearthome Jail last night. Did it register on your systems?"

Twenty minutes later he called, "I got your message. It looks like a teleport."

"But it isn't?"

"I can't find the exit."

"Hunter J was trapped in another dimension. If she learned how to get out, she could have learned how to go back," I speculated.

"Her event's energy signature looks more like a dimension breach than a teleport."

"Signature? You can tell which Pokémon comes through dimensions?"

"At this distance from Sinnoh, I can't be absolutely certain. Her event shares some characteristics as the legendary Pokémon, but is different in other ways. Are you coming home soon so your mother can fret over you and stop pestering me?"

"I think that there is still a warrant outstanding for me and Mewtwo."

"My daughter the delinquent," moaned my father.

"I'm trying to protect Mewtwo."

"I know that. But your mother will be furious."

"So is your mother," I added.

"I'm going to hide in the office until things quiet down. Have fun."

Mewtwo's snoring grew louder, so I moved outside. Pikachu was stretched out in the sand and enjoying the sun. "I don't have to use psychic power to make Ash drop his pants," I observed.

"That doesn't count; he's always getting naked these days."

"Are you feeling left out?" I retrieved the bottle of sunscreen and finished coating myself.

"I'm always naked," observed the Pokémon.

"I mean do you feel left out of Ash's life now that he's married?"

"I'm busier than ever: I help train Ash's Pokémon, help Misty when were at the gym plus have my son to train. If Ash and I do go on the road, he doesn't relax because he wants to get back to Misty."

"So that's why you're here sunning yourself and not diving."

"I'm protecting Mewtwo," claimed the yellow mouse.

"Liar."

Pikachu flinched.

I made myself comfortable on the lounge chair. "You're still here for the same reason that I am."

Pikachu turned his head my way.

I patted my lap and said, "Come here."

"Uh, what do you want?" asked Pikachu as he looked between my bare legs.

"It's not sex with you, silly. Now come on."

Reluctantly Pikachu walked over and climbed onto my lap. I started by giving him a scalp massage.

"Mmmm," cooed Pikachu. The muscles under his scalp relaxed quickly, as did his jaw and cheeks. The first sign of tension was at the back of his head and neck. I slowly explored each joint of his neck until I found a spot of arthritis.

"You've been through a lot, old man."

"You're older than me," replied Pikachu as he squirmed.

"Don't move around."

"But my feet itch."

"No they don't. My feet itch; you're just feeling my problems, while I'm working on yours."

"What problem?"

"Hush and relax."

Two joints in his neck had early signs of arthritis as did his left elbow. I tried to induce Recover to heal the damage.

After I massaged and checked his other arm and legs I checked his tail. His tail proper was in good health, but I couldn't reach the base of his tail. "I need you to turn around and lie down."

Pikachu was so relaxed, that he happily flopped down and planted his face between my breasts. I was too busy fixing the second joint of his tail to mind that Pikachu was rubbing his sandy cheeks on my oiled breasts.

The sound of the surf, the breeze and little Pikachu breathing were so relaxing, that I dosed off. My Pokétch buzzed with an incoming call. "Sabrina, this is dad, I've just detected a breach."

I was being breached as well by Pikachu. "Chu," he sighed.

I grabbed his head with both hands and shoved him off of me.

"Is it Hunter J?" I asked.

"It could be. I still don't recognize the energy signature, so I don't think it's one of the usual teleporters. I can't tell if this was an exit or entrance to our dimension, but the location was outside Viridian City."

"That's bad."

"The location doesn't match one of Team Rocket's known locations, but there could be more out there."

"This is really bad."

"Chu," cooed the Pokémon as he licked his way up my legs.

"That's bad too. Wake up!" I stopped Pikachu with the bottom of my foot and kicked him off the lounge.

"What's happening?" asked my father.

"A crazy Pikachu is sleep…walking. Call me if there is any change."

There was a muffled, "Chu?" uttered by the Pokémon with his head planted in the sand. I scrambled off the lounge, grabbed Pikachu by the leg and staggered to the cabin. Once inside I shouted, "Wake Up!"

Pikachu, despite the rough treatment, was still stuck in his wet dream.

"What's happening?" asked Mewtwo.

"Vacation is over," I declared as I stumbled into the bath. I hosed down Pikachu with cold water.

"Cold!" he screamed.

"Good, you're awake."

"I had the most amazing dream," he muttered. I was desperately washing myself. Pikachu looked at me and blushed.

"Go and look for Ash and the others," I ordered. "We've got big problems with Hunter J."

"She's back?" asked Mewtwo.

"She can teleport," I remarked. "She's probably visiting her client Giovanni, and getting restocked for another attempt on abducting you."

"Giovanni?" asked Pikachu.

"The head of Team Rocket. Now get Ash and the others back here. We'll need to be ready to fight or run as soon as possible."

Pikachu scampered out and shot Thunderbolts for attention.

I was dry and looking for clothes when the others came back.

"Is something wrong?" asked Yuki.

"Probably very wrong, now get cleaned up, dressed and ready to move."

"But…" protested Ash.

"Yes you've got a nice ass Ketchum; now go wash it. All of you."

I called Grandma Lilith while the others were washing. "Hunter J can teleport. She may come after the gym students as hostages."

"Today is Sunday, so the gym is closed," she replied.

I checked my watch calendar in disbelief and shrugged. "Good, contact Jean and Zoey to keep the gym closed and the kids at home."

"Shouldn't we rally our forces?"

"I'd like to but I can't get the children caught in the middle. I don't know where she'll strike, but I guess it will be the gym."

"Should I send the jet to pick you up?"

"No, but send my Alakazam and Natu and I'll teleport home. I'll call when I'm ready. Yuki can I borrow some of your clothes?"

"I don't think that they'll fit," she replied from the bath.

I forced my way into a pair of Yuki's pants and camisole; both were too short and exposed a lot of midriff.

"Nice look," remarked Yuki as she was toweling off.

"Damn these are tight. I can't bend over to put on shoes," I complained.

"You don't have shoes. You arrived with house slippers," observed Yuki.

"That'll do."

"Do you have anything for us?" asked Ash as he was drying his hair. His thing was limp yet hung almost to his knees.

My mind stopped and restarted, "…No, just wash your clothes. We'll dry them later," I remarked.

"Why do we have to go?" asked Misty.

"You don't Misty. Just stay here, swim and have sex with your husband. I'm going home to fight an international criminal before she takes hostages or wrecks Saffron City. Come on Yuki! Mewtwo!"

I ran out of the cabin and swore, "Damn, I can't run in these things either."

Mewtwo leapt ahead and offered me his back.

"But you look good," remarked Yuki.

I sent a message to the resort and the PA system blared, "Paging Agent Looker. Paging Agent Looker. Please come to the main lobby for an emergency call."

He was there ahead of us and scolded, "You're not supposed to announce that I'm here."

"Please; only flashers and secret agents wear trench coats. Did you rescind the warrants?"

"I've been busy."

"Then you're coming with us."

"He did already," joked Yuki.

"Now grandma."

The Pokéballs materialized in the transfer machine.

[Incoming message:] "Hunter J has teleported again!"

I activated the Tower's warptile beacon program.

"Roar!"

A Charizard was flying straight at the lodge. Ash, Misty and Pikachu were on its back.

"We're going too," declared Ash.

"Then get in here and put that Charizard away!"

Alakazam and Natu spent less than a minute finding the beacon signal, before they teleported us to my apartment.

"Blegh!" Agent Looker got sick on the floor.

"You are cleaning that up," I declared as I entered the apartment.

"Feeling better dear?" asked grandma.

"I'm mad and focused, but my head doesn't feel complete yet."

"What's next?" asked Yuki.

"Mewtwo is still the goal, but what is J's next target?" I asked.

"There isn't a gym and everyone should be home on a Sunday."

"Where does Kiyo live?" I asked.

"At his dojo," recalled my grandmother. "I'll call him and tell him what's going on."

"What is going on?" asked Looker as he staggered into the living room.

Gardevoir handed him a bucket and mop.

"You're going to clean up your mess," I ordered, "And then we'll prepare for a showdown with Hunter J."

"Right!" declared Ash.

"Do you know where?" asked Misty.

"Probably at the gym," I speculated as I hopped to the bedroom closet. "Damn it!" I crashed to floor as I struggled out of the tight pants.

"I've called Master Kiyo and warned him," announced Lilith. "I also called Jean and Zoey. They're going to call all of the parents and warn them to stay away from the gym."

I quickly put on my archery clothes and breastplate. I returned to the living room with bow and quiver and asked, "Why is Misty dripping water on the carpet, yet Ash is dry and smells of barbeque?"

"He used Charizard to dry himself off," replied Misty.

"I'm used to it."

Looker returned from his cleaning duties and asked, "What are you planning on doing with that?" He was pointing at my bow.

"I thought that Ash was the thick one," I remarked.

"The thickest," teased Misty as she nudged Ash.

"Not in front of the others," rumbled Pikachu.

I called up a city map on the big screen. "Let's assume that Mewtwo is still the goal. Hunter J knows that he was with me and probably assumes that I returned to Saffron City. Hunter J is willing to take hostages. The gym is a likely target. Since she is working for Giovanni, we should assume that she has access to information on us. Thus grandma, mother, father, the students, teachers and all our Pokémon could all be targets."

"How do we protect them all?" asked Ash.

"Protect who?" asked Zoey as she entered the living room.

"Everyone," replied Yuki.

"Espeon, we may need to fight or run at a moment's notice. Round up the little ones into their Pokéballs. Gardevoir, show Agent Looker where he can dump that."

"If Hunter J is after Mewtwo, what's stopping her from coming here directly?" asked Misty.

"Nothing," I replied. "I didn't paint my name on the side of the building, but Team Rocket may know that I'm here."

"Is there some place more secure?" asked Zoey.

"Yes." I called my father, "Dad, can you monitor your sensor net from a secure location?"

"All I need is access to my warptiles."

"Good. Then get mom and warp to my apartment."

"Okay," replied dad in person, "Now what."

"I've cleaned up my mess and washed my hands," announced Agent Looker. "Will someone tell me what's going on?"

"Mom, dad, grandma, this is Agent Looker the International Police agent that placed a warrant for my arrest and wants to confiscate Mewtwo."

With my limited abilities I could still feel the chilling stares upon Looker.

Espeon and Gengar returned with a bag of Pokéballs. Yuki and Misty returned from the bedroom. Misty was in one of my bodysuits.

"Are we ready?" I asked. "To the elevator!"

We all left the apartment and crammed into the service elevator.

"I can't believe that a judge would authorize an arrest warrant for my daughter," fumed my mother as the elevator descended.

The door opened and I led everyone out. "There's a small kitchen here, restrooms are over there and here is the conference room. Dad, I've got a warptile this way for you. Agent Looker, don't leave this room."

I led dad down another hall to a heavy door, which unlocked from my Pokétch.

"Can I help you, sensei?" asked Monty who was standing on the warptile.

"What are doing here?" I asked.

"Helping?"

"Good, then help my father and do what he asks."

"Yes ma'am."

"Is there a way you can monitor that from the conference room?"

"I'm on it," offered Monty.

I returned to the conference room and Agent Looker asked, "Why do I have to stay here?"

"Or else I'll break your legs and destroy every spy device you carry," I replied.

Agent Looker ignored the threat and asked, "What happens when Hunter J realizes this is the wrong Mewtwo?"

We turned and looked at Agent Looker.

"You said this is the wrong one. Was that a lie?"

I looked to Grandma and she had her phone out and said, "I'm calling him right now."

"Ma'am, the Police Commissioner is here," announced the weekend security guard.

"I sent for him," explained grandma.

"Send him in," I replied.

Police Commissioner Tim Hanzo is a big, burly, straight talking policeman that earned the respect of the whole force. He came in the room, looked everyone over and asked my grandmother, "Why is that girl wearing your armor?"

"That girl is my granddaughter Sabrina," scolded Lady Lilith. Grandmother pulled the commissioner aside and whispered to him.

"He did what? I'm settling this right now!" The commissioner was on his own phone and barking orders, "What fool would issue a warrant against Sabrina? Well get that fool on the phone now! I don't care if it's Sunday. If he doesn't answer, send an officer over with a cell phone."

My father walked into the room with his laptop and was followed by Monty who was spooling out wires. He was carrying probably three times the number of wires necessary, but he does over prepare.

"Anything?" I asked.

Father shook his head as he checked his computer.

"She may use operatives to secure hostages before the big strike."

"Will all this be over in time for the Pokémon Contest?" asked Zoey.

Grandmother and I exchanged glances. "I did add the names of the gym and my company to sponsors list," I admitted.

"The stadium is a big place. She wouldn't have to take hostages that you knew, just threaten thousands of people," observed my grandmother.

"I can have that stadium checked from top to bottom and place special duty officers at all the gates," offered the commissioner.

"Special duty?" asked Looker.

"You've done enough Mr. Looker," grumped the commissioner. "We'll let you know if we need you."

Grandmother speculated, "If Hunter J uses the contest as her stage, do we trap her or just repel her? Suggestions?"

"We can't risk innocent lives for the sake of one arrest," declared Commissioner Hanzo.

"Agreed."

I added, "Hunter J is persistent. If she doesn't get her target, she could come back more vicious."

"Um, if Hunter J didn't get what she wanted, she'd just give up," recalled Ash.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I was there a couple of times when she'd just stop, say it wasn't worth it and leave. She even dropped a piece of her carrier with people and Pokémon on it."

"She risked her reputation and her carrier to capture Mewtwo, and lost. What kind of reward could Giovanni have?" I wondered.

We looked at each other. Finally we looked at Looker. "Now you want my help?" he asked indignantly, as he sat on a chair and pouted.

I speculated, "He probably doesn't know anyway. Let's assume that the reward is considerable. But the risk to her reputation is immense, and if Team Rocket controls Mewtwo, then all of Hunter J's other clients would go into hiding. She's putting herself out of work either way."

"Massive teleport event detected!" warned my father. "Location is outside of Viridian City. Looks like Hunter J returned to our world, but she brought something big. Mass is over a hundred tons."

"Ash, when Hunter J was sent to another dimension, did she have her carrier?"

"Yes," replied Ash.

"I was there too," grumbled Looker.

"Hunter J just brought that carrier back," I conjectured.

"What did you rip apart in Sinnoh?" asked Yuki.

"The spare; she probably had a second carrier in storage, or she borrowed one from Team Rocket. Ash, what can that carrier do?"

"It can fly, turn invisible and is full of traps," recalled Ash.

"The new one had a teleport diverter on board. Let's assume that she installs that on this carrier. Dad, can we counter a teleport diverter with warptiles?"

"I've never experimented with that. We'd probably rip the target in half or teleport them to who knows where," he replied.

"Commissioner Hanzo, could you get us information from the Sinnoh police about Hunter J's capabilities?" asked Lady Lilith.

"I'm on it."

"Son, are the warptiles safe from a teleport diverter?" asked my grandmother.

"The warptiles work on line of sight. If there is a diverter between the two warptiles or near the warptile, the diverter will work. We could program the network to go around the diverter, if we can detect it."

"I detected it by teleporting a volunteer," I recalled. "Afterwards I teleported debris to her carrier until they turned off the diverter."

Grandmother summarized, "So we should assume that the diverter is a wildcard. It can be used against us or against her. We can only detect Hunter J's movements when she teleports, so she'll probably move in with stealth. We'll assume that that she'll make her move on the day of the tournament, but we should be ready to move at a moment's notice. Sabrina will probably let us use this room as a war room unless there is a better location for us to move to."

"I would prefer police headquarters, so we can quickly dispatch emergency personnel," stated the commissioner, "and direct evacuations."

"This building has the highest density of warptiles in the city, can it be used to divert Hunter J's entire carrier?" I asked my father.

"How many warptiles?"

"Forty-three," I replied then corrected, "Forty-four. I had one installed at my front door."

Father checked his laptop and speculated, "It would be like having forty-four cement trucks ram the building. The building would become scrap, maybe topple."

"Actually since the building has active dampers, it would probably stand," offered Stanley, "but all the warptiles would be ripped from their locations."

"Let's consider that a last option."

Stanley disappointingly replied, "Yes sensei."

"What would really help is a person on the inside of Team Rocket, or at least a person in the area who could tell us when Hunter J is on the move," stated Daimyo Lilith. "Agent Looker of the International Police, will you assist the people of Saffron City?"

"Uh... Yes Ma'am," replied the agent with a salute.

"I'm sure that the Commissioner can arrange for you to be transported to the area in the quickest manner you see fit. It would be convenient if Hunter J gave up her target as she has done so before. But we must be ready for the worst by being our best. We have trained and prepared for a long time to be our best and protect the ones that are important to us. No criminal can overcome that. No reward can shake our resolve. When the crisis comes, we shall reconvene at police headquarters. What will you require my son?"

"A working warptile at police headquarters," he replied.

"We have a spare," offered Stanley.

"Then I'll need power and line of sight to one or more other warptiles."

"How do you know where they are?" asked the commissioner.

"Can you see this building?" I asked.

"The tallest building in Saffron City? I can see it from my office."

"What are we supposed to do?" asked Misty.

"Ash is probably our best source of knowledge about Hunter J; would you share that with us?" asked Lady Lilith.

"Sure, what do you want to know?"

My grandmother put her hand on his cheek and said, with a voice that's only heard in your head, "Everything." A moment later she removed her hand and said with a normal voice, "This battle will be unlike any gym battle that any of us have prepared for. The city will be the battlefield, but we must protect the city. Hunter J, will follow no rules and will battle personally, both on the ground and in the air. Her Salamance was not part of the battle in Sinnoh, so she'll probably have it here and we have few Pokémon that can match it in the air."

"I've got Charizard," offered Ash.

"I can't ask you or your Pokémon to fight for us."

"You don't have to, because I'm volunteering."

"Ash!" Misty was not happy with that idea.

"Unless events change, let us expect to meet at police headquarters before the contest. Thank you."

As my grandmother closed the meeting, I went to gather my friends. Yuki was standing close to Mewtwo and acted as an interrupter. Zoey and Ash were discussing Hunter J, while Misty fumed. "Let's go back upstairs," I offered.

When we returned to the apartment the mother Pokémon released their children, but insisted that they stay close and not to go outside. "Can I have a word with you Ash?" I asked and led him outside.

"Are you going to ask me not to fight too?"

"I don't have to; Misty will convince you of that. What do you do when you can't think?"

"Can't or won't?" asked Pikachu.

Ash patted Pikachu's side. "When I can't think, I rely on Pikachu."

"You look to your friends for inspiration and confidence," I concluded.

"No, I use Pikachu's electric attacks to charge my brain."

"Do you like to be abused?" I asked.

"It's not abuse. Electric Pokémon communicate with electricity. Charizard breathing fire on me means that he accepts me as a fire Pokémon."

"It means he's putting you in your place," muttered Pikachu.

I picked Pikachu off of Ash's shoulder and looked deeply into his eyes. "Okay old man, give me a shot."

"Chu," replied the electric mouse with a reduced strength Thunderbolt. My hair was standing on end, my limbs trembled but my mind still felt empty. Not empty but incomplete. Skills, personality, humor: little but important bits of me were lost. No, they weren't lost, they ran away and some of that was right there in my hands. "You're going back to where you belong!" I declared and then French kissed a Pikachu.

…

"Sabrina."

"Sabrina!"

I opened my eyes and realized that I was prone on the ground and Yuki was shaking me. Everyone was talking at once, but I didn't hear them. What I heard was the little voice in the back of Yuki's mind that said, "You enjoyed that."

I grabbed Yuki's head with both hands, kissed her deeply and sucked that little voice back into my mind where it belonged. I probably held the kiss too long because Zoey coughed an awkward, "Ahem."

I released Yuki, who gasped for air, and took stock of my situation. I still had five fingers and toes. My face had a slight burn from the Thunderbolt and my feet still had slight nerve damage from the poison. Pikachu was fantasying about sex with humans, Ash assumed that it was Pikachu's fault, Misty thought I was a bigger pervert than Ruth Orchid, Zoey was getting moody thinking about Dawn, Yuki was embarrassed and Mewtwo thought that humans have very strange customs. Everyone also was comparing my hair to a Tangela.

I gently pushed everyone back with my abilities, levitate to my feet and declared, "I'm back."

"Back from where?" asked Misty.

"Back from Pikachu's head and Yuki's head."

"What were you doing in there?"

"Hiding from the rest of me. It's a rather complicated story of split personality." I put my hands together and formed and absorbed an Aura Sphere. "To sum up, my abilities are back."

"So we can go home," concluded Misty as she tugged on Ash's arm.

"But…"

[Activate beacon signal. Location: Cerulean City Gym.] I picked up the bewildered Pikachu, took Ash's arm and teleported the three of them home. "Thank you for everything. I mean it." I returned to my home warptile and untied the breastplate.

As I climbed the stairs to the living room, Zoey asked, "What happens next?"

"Ppffft," I spat because I had my hair in my mouth. "You should be contacted by a Saffron Police special officer. They'll probably recommend that you continue to prepare your students but at a more secure facility, such as the Pokémon Center."

"What's a 'special officer'?"

"One that was trained at the gym," explained Yuki. "Not all of them are psychic, but they were trained to use psychic Pokémon."

"Will it upset the students to have known police officers around?"

"Underneath they're all Pokémon trainers who have studied together at the gym. I doubt that the officers will upset the children."

"What will you do boss?"

I was looking in the living room mirror. My hair did look like a Tangela. "I've got a Mewtwo to train." I psychically put my hair in place and relaxed. My hair sprang up like a startled flock of Pidgeys.

Mewtwo was playing find the pearl with Spoink and Ralts.

"What can you train him to do?"

"Fly, I hope."

"Aren't we supposed to be protecting him and not sending him into battle?" argued Zoey.

"Yes, but we can't stop him if he chose to battle and if he needs to run, he could get farther by flying than hopping around."

"Are you two going to jump off the building like before?"

"No. I'm thinking that we should go someplace that's warm and has something soft to crash into."

"What should I do?" asked Yuki.

"Someone has to look after the Pokémon and be ready to move them in an emergency."

"And if nothing happens, I can sleep in," added Yuki. "I love it."

"Mewtwo," I took his arm, "would you care for some flying lessons?"