WHO SHOT ASH KETCHUM???

PART 4

By Ketch Up

Misty glared at him, like she was some math teacher. If you would let go of my mouth, then I could answer you idiot. she thought trying to struggle out of his arms.

'Well, you're coming with me.' He answered firmly.

Like hell I am. thought Misty stick glaring at the boy.

He dragged Misty away from the cars and into the nearby bushes.

Meanwhile…

What was that? James thought turning around.

He reached out for his gun just in case. Pointing the gun around him, he took a 360 degree turn.

I'm pretty sure I heard a muffled gasp. I know my ears would never fail me. Even Growly picked it up. thought James taking his other hand and patting the faithful Growlithe's head.

'Come on Growly, let's go check this out…' instructed James.

'Growl…' came the reply.

The two partners took several steps to the right when they saw something shaking in the bushes.

'Growly… I have that feeling again… Get prepared for an attack!!!'

Oh yes the old motto… Prepare for trouble!!! Make it double… thought James with a smirk.

'GROWLY FLAME THROWER ATTACK!!! POKEBALL GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' yelled James.

Ah, yes… that's how you capture Pokemon in the wild isn't it, yes I'm sure that's how Jenny explained it… thought James smiling proudly to himself. I bet it's a Caterpie, I've always wanted one of those!!!

Growly did his Flame thrower attack and almost caused a bush fire.

There was a scream and someone in a dark cloak raced away into the horizon. James didn't manage to catch him in time as he was shocked. He expected a Pokemon to be in the bushes.

'WHY DID YOU DO THAT FOR YOU JERK?' screamed Misty, she was rubbing a bruise on her forehead, probably from the thrown Pokeball.

'Oh… I'm sorry young lady…' said James scratching the back of his head, he raced up to her and helped her up, 'Would you like to come to the police station to get an icepack for that nasty *Shiver* bruise of yours?'

'Young lady? HELLO JAMES, I'M MISTY AKA RED HEADED TWERP!!!' Misty yelled into his face.

Then she paused and frowned sadly, 'I can't…'

She grabbed her red bag and got ready to dash off.

James grabbed her arm, 'Look I'm sorry Misty, I didn't recognize who you were… with that red lump. But don't worry, it goes well with your hair.'

Misty growled.

Growlithe growled back, sneering.

'By the way, why can't you come to the police station?' asked James becoming a little suspicious.

I musn't let me Sherlock Holmes like mind get to me. he thought proudly.

'It's not of your… It's not of your business.' Stammered Misty looking down at her shoes.

'Oh really…' asked James raising an eyebrow, 'Ok, then why haven't you been to visit your friend Ash Ketchum in hospital?'

Misty was silent.

'You did know that he was shot in the… Ass… did you?' James's queried.

'Of course I did! I… I… never mind.' Replied Misty, she seemed to be quite ashamed.

'You what?' James continued.

Then with out warning, he grabbed her wrists, ignoring her yelling, shoved her onto his motor bike, gave her a helmet, put on his helmet and drove her off 'BROOM BROOM'……

Time: 6 pm

Location: Lavender Town Police Station Room 8

The room was dark with no windows and the only door. In the centre of the room was placed quite a large wooden table, 2 chairs one side and 1 chair on the other. On the table was a tape recorder.

James pushed Misty into the spooky room.

'WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME JAMES??? LET GO OF ME!!!' Misty demanded.

James ignored her and speaking into his radio, asked for 'Frank.'

Then into the room came another police officer. He was carrying a notepad and a pen, he looked more serious than a judge.

'Misty, this is Frank.' Said James in an awfully serious tone.

Misty glared at Frank, 'What do you want?'

'Misty, we believe that you have something to tell us about the attempted murder of Ash Ketchum.' Said Frank. Sitting down across the table from Misty.

James took a seat in the seat next to Frank.

'I'm going to ask you some questions Misty and I expect you to answer them truthfully as we are dealing with the law. If we find out that you have been lying, we have the permission to fine you.' Began James.

God, I'm only 15 and not some millionaire. thought Misty rolling her eyes, trying to stay calm and cool.

'What questions do you want to ask. Go ahead, ask on.' She said.

Frank clicked on the tape recorder placed it back on the table and began to take notes.

Misty started perspiring.

'First of all Misty, where were you 1:30 am on the 13th of August?' asked James.

Frank began to scribble down god knows what with his pencil.

Misty couldn't stop sweating. This was killing her. It sounded like some scene from a movie. But to her displeasure, it wasn't… it was REAL.

Misty hesitated, 'Do I have to answer you?'

'Yes.' Answered James, 'We would like you to.'

'Ok… *Deep Breath* I was with Ash.' Replied Misty. She began twiddling with the ends of her shorts.

'With Ash huh… So you were with Ash at the time of the shooting?'

Does he have to twist me words? This is hard enough already! thought Misty nodding.

'Why didn't you tell anyone this Misty?' asked James.

'I don't know.' Misty answered firmly.

'I'm sorry Misty, but I can't accept that answer.' Said James.

'I told you I don't know!' Misty rose her voice.

'Well… did someone tell you not to tell anyone? Or did you decide not to yourself?'

'I don't know……. I guess I just didn't want to tell anyone.'

'Why?'

'Because.'

'Misty, please co-operate.'

Misty grumbled, 'I couldn't face Ash, that's all.'

James glanced at Frank. The two muttered something to each other and nodded their heads.

Misty wiped back some sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand.

'Ok Misty. Can you tell us if you saw who shot Ash?' asked James patiently.

Great! I was hoping he wouldn't ask me that! thought Misty.

'What happens if I can't accept that question?'

James paused, 'If you can't answer the question… Why can't you answer the question? What do you have that you can't tell us? Are you trying to hide something against us? Are you lying?'

'NO!' Misty yelled.

'Then please answer my question.'

'No…' replied Misty quietly.

'We'll give you some time to think about it.'

I don't bloody need any time. I don't wanna get killed damn it! thought Misty.

'Ok I'll tell you then.'

James listened.

The sounds of the furious jotting down annoyed Misty tremendously. The constant sweating wasn't helping either.

'Yes, I saw him, I think' Said Misty quietly.

'You know what I'm going to answer next don't you?' asked James.

'No…' Misty lied.

'Describe him if you can. He is a boy isn't he?'

'Yes… Well I think so, almost looks like a man' replied Misty.

'Well… tell me, how tall was he?'

'Um… err… about… about my height, I think…but taller'

James and Frank looked at each other.

'Roughly how old?'

'About my age I guess, or older…'

'Describe his features?'

'I can't.'

'You can.'

'Well, all I can tell you are that his initials are G.O, because I saw them on his cloak when he grabbed me behind the bushes.'

James jumped back squealing. 'NO WAY!??!?! G.O?!?!!? It can't be possible!!!'

'What!? What!?' Frank cramped.

Misty looked up. 'What?! You know who it is?!'

'Yep!' James nodded triumphantly. 'I've always wanted to bring him down!'

'Who?!? What!?!?' Frank and Misty demanded.

'Boss!!!'

'What? Jenny?'

'No! Ex-Boss!!!'

'What?! Huh?'

'GIOVANNI!!!'

'ARGH!!!!!!!' Misty and Frank jumped back.

'You must be lying!!!' Misty pointed. 'It can't be! He's the mastermind behind team rocket!!'

'Yeah! But his initials are Giovanni O'Evill.' James explained.

Misty fainted.

A/N: I know this part is rather short, but I just couldn't have enough time! So, I'll try and make it a bit longer in Part 5. So Sorry!1