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Chapter Twenty-two: To Whom it may Concern
(What do we need to do? Why'd we go back?)
"First, before you or I risk anything else, we inform the cops about everything. In a difficult to discover where it came from manner." He looked around. "Now where's a pen and paper… damn it. Al, where do you hide crap?"
Al called from somewhere in the rec room "The desk, you idiot!"
Chris returned with a pen and some paper. He slowly and carefully wrote out a testimonial of what he'd seen, knew, and everything else about the Rockets.
He signed it, and went hunting for a seal. Once he sealed it, he looked at Kani. "Hey, what's your psychic range?"
(I don't know. Why? )
"Could you get this to Celadon? That way… it's best."
(I think so. Anekiro, could you fly me? It would be easier.)
Anekiro lowered himself in response. Kani took the envelope in her mouth, then jumped onto Anekiro. (We'll be back by the end of the day.)
"Good luck, you two. And keep out of sight, Anekiro. We'll do the cave thing tomorrow, if you're up for it."
(I'll be fine.)
They disappeared, as Kani teleported the two of them as far along the path as she could.
Chris sighed, and went to go talk to Al. Actually, he wanted to be there to see what happened. But he did have some explaining to do anyway.
Kani landed on the roof without a sound. (Thanks Anekiro. It's my turn, now.)
She closed her eyes, and used her psychic powers to float the envelope into the Celadon police station, into the chief's office. The woman noticed the floating envelope, and opened it.
Kani lost her meditation after that.
(Anekiro? Could we look into the Chief's window? She's got the thing. I want to see what happens.)
(Sure.)
Kani jumped on, and they floated down to the window.
"And that's it. That's why I fell into a coma." Chris sighed, and reached for the glass of water. Telling that tale was thirsty work. Thankfully, Mathrara was sleeping right now.
Al shook his head. "That's gotta be the strangest story I've ever heard."
"Strange? Yes, strange. But sometimes truth is stranger than fiction."
Al grinned, rolling his eyes. "Stop trying to talk like Yoda. And quoting random books."
"Sure, sure. I'm gonna go watch TV now."
Al rolled his eyes again, and followed Chris.
The woman re-read the letter, then ran off into the station. Kani could tell that she was excited about something, and that someone else was annoyed.
She outlined what she'd felt, then asked (What do you think? )
(There's a spy, and he or she is annoyed that Chris popped his head up in a way that there's nothing to do about. But I don't see how this thing helps much…)
Kani gave an almost human snort. (It does. They know that it was murder, who, when, and why. That preserve was secret, and they just assumed it was a bizarre accident. Now, they have a suspect. They even have a witness who's managing to take care of himself, and not die. After all, they thought Chris was as good as dead.)
(Oh. Well, should we go, before someone notices? )
(Let's.)
They flew off, Kani occasionally teleporting the two of them ahead. Both wanted to take it easy, so they could leave tomorrow.
Al and Chris were watching TV when a news bulletin cut in. It talked about how the supposedly 'Mysterious Celadon Explosion' case had a massive break – a witness had come forward, and given the police a major lead. The chief of police was seen talking about what she had received, and what they intended to do next.
Al gave Chris a glare. "So. That's why you hung around. I hope you were smart enough to send that in a way that doesn't get me in deep shit. I'm already in enough with you as it is."
Chris shook his head. "Kani and Anekiro left with that thing. They can't be bugged, Kani told me once she can detect the damn things due to the disturbance they make."
Al sighed. "It's still weird, you know. I've dealt with psychics before, but I've never met one with such a close bond as you two."
"Yea. It's weird. That's something I wanted to ask about – how many psychics understand their pokemon? I mean, all of them. Like me."
Al blinked, and remained silent for a while. He finally shrugged. "I dunno. Not a whole lot of people like training psychic type pokemon, and the few that do never talk about it."
Chris sighed. "Why not?"
"They never said. Every time I asked, they'd just smile and shake their heads. And it's kinda a privacy issue – get a psychic, get someone else reading your mind. Not a lot of people like that."
Chris shook his head, looking dismal. "Well, that explains a lot."
Al sighed, and looked his friend over. "Dude, you really need to get some new threads."
Chris shrugged. "I know. But I'm going to get to Saffron first. Right now… I know how you feel, about media hounding. I'm just glad that Kani can teleport."
A loud 'pop' came from the spare bedroom, and Chris grinned. "They're back."
Kani walked out, and then plopped down next to Chris. (What happened? )
"Media hoopla. The chief of police acted like it was Christmas. I guess the fact that I told them I would contact them on occasion helped. What happened to Anekiro?"
(He's tired still. So I told him to take a nap. Safe enough, since Mathrara's usually nice to him.)
A roar shook the house, and then the aforementioned fox came flying into the room. Al managed to field him before he hit something.
"Maybe not."
Mathrara was unconscious in Al's hands. Anekiro was clearly un-amused by the joke. And with his newly-evolved form, he could literally smack Mathrara around without much harm. "Chris, you want me to use a revive on him?"
Chris shook his head. "Na, let him sleep it off. He might learn something, for once."
"Why's he like this? Before, he was nice enough."
Chris blinked. "Uh, Kani? Could you tell him? I have no idea."
Kani nodded, and bounced her telepathy off Chris so Al could 'hear' it as well. (Too much energy. He behaved well because he was tired. After all, most don't have a lot of energy after a day of walking.)
Al blinked. "Uhm… did I just hear her say something?"
Chris and Kani nodded in synchrony. Al looked from one to the other, and then shook his head. Still in unison, they burst out laughing.
"Sorry Al, she did that. She can use my abilities to re-broadcast what she's saying to anyone, if she feels like it."
"Aren't you worried about that?"
Chris shook his head, grinning. "Na. She has no reason to hurt me. You saw what she was like in a coma. Even though I don't totally know."
(I… couldn't forgive myself if I failed you twice. So I ignored everything else, except that. You're like a…) She trailed off, embarrassed. She hadn't said it then… and hadn't worked up the nerve again. In fact, she had to shield that behind a 'privacy' layer that she knew Chris didn't have the skill to open. She doubted he was invasive (it wasn't like him to snoop), but she didn't want him or anyone else to know.
Chris felt it, and winked at her. "Like a what?"
(Oh, stop it.)
Chris laughed. Al looked at him for a moment, then just shook his head again. "You two are quite the pair."
Chris shrugged, and went to bed. Last time he'd see one in a while.
A/N: (Sandstone sighs heavily) Well, Murphy really seems to hate me. I've been working on the 'paperweight computer'... and I got the damn thing running.
That was, until a certain idiot fried it. I managed to type up this chapter before it went down again. I'm going to go crazy, with all this hardware repairs.
I should be able to keep updating reguarly, though.
