Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, or Team Rocket, or Jessie, James, Meowth, or even Pikachu. I don't own any characters. I don't own anything worth being sued for. I only own my imagination. Thank you and keep reading.

A/N: I revised this chapter at least twice. I put a good amount of effort into this, and if you don't like it, well GO TO --BLEEP--!

Chapter 2

Finding Gary!

With a good portion of the little cash they had left, Jessie had gotten them the best hotel room they could afford, leaving just enough for a room the next night. Unfortunately, there was only one bed, so she and James would have to sleep together (she had wanted it that way, so that worked out well). I wonder what James will think of this one, Jessie thought, picking up her most revealing nightgown and putting it on, nearly hitting her back on the sink (she was changing in the bathroom).

"Damn, Jessie, I didn't expect you to come into the room wearing something like that," James said, blushing, and practically drooling.

"You like?" Jessie asked.

"I… uh… I'll tell you later," James replied, closing his mouth, which had been wide open. "For now, let's just get to bed."

They climbed into bed, and, despite how tired they were, they found that they couldn't sleep.

"Jessie? You still awake?" James asked.

"Yeah," Jessie replied.

"Me too. I'm tired, but I can't sleep," James said.

"Mm. Same here," Jessie said.

"I was wondering…" James said.

"Yeah?" Jessie said, urging him to continue.

"Why on earth did you wear that?" James asked.

"To see how you'd react. And I see you're reacting the way I hoped you would," she said, looking down (a/n: well, sort of down. I think you know where she was looking).

"James!"

"Oh, God. Jessibelle found me. This is really bad," James said.

"Growlithe!"

James rolled over and sat up, just to be knocked down by Growlie.

"Growlie! Hey, buddy!" James said.

"There you are!" Jessibelle said.

"Go away. I don't want you ruining my good mood," James said.

"But James…" Jessibelle whined.

"I don't care! I don't like you! I like someone else," he said, glancing down at Jessie.

Jessibelle ran out of the hotel, crying. The next day (a/n: don't even ask… nothing happened between Jessie and James) the trio continued to search for Gary. They walked all day, and, at the end of the day, they found themselves in front of the best hotel they could afford (which wasn't saying much; they only had about $35 between the three of them). They went inside, James asked if a pair named Butch and Cassidy were there, then got the room right next to Butch and Cassidy's room. Once they were settled in, James knocked on the door between the two rooms.

"Who's there?" Butch said, not opening the door.

"Fellow Rocket quitters," James said.

"Oh. It's James," Butch said, still not opening the door.

"Well, open the door!" Cassidy said.

"So you don't mind James seeing us like this?" Butch asked her.

"Hmm. Good point. We'd better get dressed first," Cassidy said.

A few minutes later, Butch opened the door, looking like he'd just gotten out of bed (which he had, sort of).