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Defoliation Arc: Mission 002
A/N: Suicune95
Hello everyone, we're still alive! Oh you know you were worried. I'm terribly sorry if this chapter is a little late, but we didn't decide who would even write this chapter until pretty much the end of February. Plus I'm going to be kind of busy with this whole 'honor corps' thing at my school. Yup apparently now I'm smart. Oh and I must explain something. I do not have a pregnancy fetish. I just don't feel like doing very much with her character this story. Alright I think that's all, on with this story after this extremely long author's note.
Disclaimer: We don't own Pokémon. If we did, we'd be rolling in money right about now, which we most certainly are not.
Dawn sat down at the cafeteria at her work place. Exasperated, she sighed and began nibbling on her lunch for the day. She wasn't feeling very hungry, and she could tell that he was staring at her again.
Just don't look Dawn, if you don't then maybe he will go away, she thought to herself. No such luck for her though, her boss decided it would be a blast to sit next to her for lunch. Again.
"Hello Mrs. Shinji, how are you doing today?" He asked kindly, but his cold, ocean blue eyes bore into her soul.
"I'm doing fine today sir," She replied, not looking up from her lunch. She really wasn't hungry any more.
They sat and picked at their food in silence for a good ten minutes before he finally broke the silence once again.
"So," her boss began, "do you have kids, Mrs. Shinji?"
There he goes with his personal questions again… Dawn thought, "Yes sir, I have two of them, a boy and a girl."
"Hmm," he looked thoughtful for a moment, "what are their names?"
Oh god, when does my lunch break end again? She thought uncomfortably, "They're named Phillip and Portia, sir."
The seconds on the clock ticked by as Dawn nibbled on her lunch, trying to avoid her boss's gaze.
Misty walked into the small, family owned restaurant with Ash. She and Ash were going to meet a co-worker of his from the United Nations. According to Ash, she would also be bringing her boyfriend. A woman with dark blue hair and ocean blue eyes ran over to them just as they entered the restaurant.
"Ash! There you are!" the girl shouted, "And this must be Misty, it's nice to meet you. I'm Dawn; Ash has told me so much about you!"
Misty shook her hand, feeling a bit overwhelmed by this woman's kindness.
"Oh and that's my boyfriend, Paul," Dawn said, pointing out a purple haired man standing off to the side, looking like he'd rather be anywhere but here, "he's a bit of a downer, but he's amazing when you get to know him."
Misty began walking over with Dawn, Ash following closely behind her. He greeted Paul in a curt way, and Misty swore she saw a murderous look in his eyes. But it was gone in a second, and she wasn't even sure it had been there at all.
"Hi," Misty started, this man making her rather uncomfortable, "I'm Misty."
He glanced up at her briefly, "I'm Paul," he replied, shaking her hand.
Misty woke up with a start. She rubbed her throbbing head and sat up from her pillows.
What is with all these weird dreams? She thought, This has been going on way too long, I wonder what the heck these stupid dreams are trying to tell me.
She crawled out from under her warm covers to go take a bath.
Forty-five minutes later, her ride arrived to pick her up for work. Her car was, unfortunately, still in the shop.
"Hey Misty, you ready for work?" Gary asked after she opened the door.
"Yeah," She said, getting into the car, "let's just get this day over with."
"Now remember," Gary said starting up the car, "you'll be working with the FBI agents today."
"Oh, right. I forgot…" Misty muttered, anticipating a day with little Miss I-Think-I'm-So-Sexy.
I'm really regretting not calling off today… Misty thought.
Drew and Misty were returning to Gary's office for a briefing of their investigation after the meeting with the FBI. Of course little Miss I'm-Too-Hot-To-Need-Any-Brains was already in there flirting.
"… And as you can see here by the behavior analysis unit's report," Cassie Johans pointed out, bending over Gary with her deep V-neck shirt, "we can see that the murderer will most likely show here, or here next."
Gary just shook his head and looked away from Cassie, which she was not pleased with at all. Still attempting at her failed plan to flirt with the unit she 'accidently' knocked a pencil off the table.
"Oops," She said, fluttering her eyelashes, "I'll get it"
As she bent over to pick up the pencil Gary made gagging motions, much to Misty and Drew's amusement. He obviously hadn't liked Cassie in college either.
Cassie, looking extremely humiliated, continued on with her report, "Well, we predict that the murderer is planning to attack his next victim in three days' time."
"Excellent," Gary replied, "we'll station agents at both locations in three days, and hopefully catch this criminal."
Cassie, in a last attempt, bent low over Gary once more to pick up the files. Displeased, Gary looked away once more, leaving a thoroughly embarrassed at being shot down, Cassie quickly left the office.
Maybe today wasn't so bad after all, Misty thought, and I always thought Gary was the type to go after any girl he saw!
After work, Dawn plopped down on one of the comfortable couches of her home. She lazily kicked off her shoes and tossed her bag on the adjacent chair. She had just managed to flop her head back onto the couch cushions when Paul came into the room.
"Dawn, you okay?" Paul asked, an uncharacteristic look of worry on his face.
"Yeah I'm… fine," Dawn replied, "it's just been… A little rough, okay?"
"Hmph," Paul grumbled, "well when you want to tell me what's really wrong you know where to find me."
How the heck does he do that? Dawn thought as Paul walked back into the twin's room to lay Phil and Portia down for their naps.
Gary was driving back home, when he got a call on his cell phone.
"Hello?" asked Gary. The Caller ID was unknown and he usually didn't get a call from anybody at 2:00 AM in the morning.
The person on the other end of the line replied sharply "Stay away from her! Just stay away from her!"
Gary was confused and shocked. "Excuse me?" he said a bit accusingly. Gary continued with ", you must have the wrong number."
The caller yelled "No! No! I don't have the wrong number Gary! I know you better than anyone else. Yes, I know you, Gary Oak. You think you were done when you left me back at Russia. Well, that was far from being finished. I'll make sure she suffers before your eyes!" and with that the caller on the other end hung up.
Gary still had hid cell phone to his ear as a steady beeping noise was still ringing along the phone. How did this guy know his name? Who was "she"? Someone close to me? Well, my mom is in Florida, so he's is nowhere near her. Who else? If that was another terrorist then Gary had a problem on his hands.
Gary put his phone back in his pocket. He would deal with it tomorrow. His technical analyst, Stan, would probably find a way to get a recording of the call. He just wanted to get some rest now. He couldn't believe that he'd actually have to work with the FBI. The CIA and FBI were from two different departments. Well, he just hoped that the Attorney General would accept the request and clear him off. There was no harm done really. This was a white collar case for the FBI. It was pretty much like a terrorist, except this one just happened to reside in the United States.
"Yeah, sure. How 'bout you send me those requests. I'll look them over…Okay. I'll see you at the meeting. Thanks," said Paul. He was talking on his cell phone as he was walking into his house. Once he finished talking, he put his phone away and he opened he put it away. He entered the hallway. Dawn asked May to babysit Phil and Portia while she was at work. So, Paul wasn't really worried about anything. He needed to take Phil and Portia for their doctor's appointment this afternoon anyway.
It was awfully quiet in the house. It was pretty unusual because Phil and Portia always made noise. Now, Paul may be paranoid, but after the whole Ash business and stuff, he kept a gun in a drawer in the downstairs study. He quietly crept his way there, and took the gun under his coat. He then walked into the living room "May? Hey May, are you there?" and what he saw really shocked him. May was tied to an armchair with a bomb wired to her. The wire trigger was being held by May's teeth. So, if may even slightly opened her mouth, that would be the last movement of her life. Phil and Portia were nowhere to be seen. Paul was just frozen in place. May was crying and her face was crying out for help. "Okay, May. Don't Panic and don't say anything," said Paul. His voice was quaking. He grabbed the nearest phone and dialed 911.
In less than 15 minutes, police cars, ambulances, fire trucks, and news vans surrounded Paul and Dawn's mansion. People were rushing in and out of the house, and they were all busy. Paul was getting a headache. He was especially worried about Phil and Portia. He contacted every place where they could be and there was no sign of them. Dawn came home from work. Paul regretted telling her about Phil and Portia. Dawn was pretty much crying herself to death and Paul was trying to comfort her. Drew was there too. He was with May as the paramedics were loading her into the ambulance.
Paul just really needed a glass of water. He needed to clear his mind. But how could he? His children were probably out there crying and calling for daddy to rescue them. He blamed himself. He was a terrible father. Another police officer came over to Paul and told him, "Sir, if you are able to, then we'd like you to fill out some forms for us regarding the disappearance of your son and your daughter."
Paul massaged his forehead and quietly said "Actually, I just like to take a couple minutes for myself now if you don't mind."
The police officer responded with, "Alright then, whenever you're ready sir." With that, the officer walked over to the CSI unit in the living room.
Paul took a seat in a chair in the hallway. His cell phone suddenly rang. He assumed it was from work, so he decided not to pick up. Then, it rang again and the again. Paul finally decided to pick it up. The Caller ID was unknown. He answered it anyway, just to make sure that this person wouldn't call him again. "Hello?" he asked.
The caller just gave a simple answer. He said, "I have them."
Paul dropped his phone.
A/N: ILuvPurple16
Hiya everybody! I know, this chapter took nearly 4 months. But, I hope you enjoy it.
Our updating might slow down a little because Purple has become addicted to playing Temple Run on her new iTouch and she doing long distance communication with Suicune ^_^
And, if you have read my previous author note, I was talking about the magnet program. Well, the good news is, I MADE IT IN! So, I'm really happy. I entered the Biomedical Magnet Program at my high school.
Let's try something new then. Instead of "CONGRADULATIONS!" how about you write "EAT CAKE!" on your reviews. Thank you for all your support. Suicune and I really appreciate it.
Thank You, again ^_^
Additional A/N: Suicune95
Once again Purple is doing her review thing. Once again, you don't have to participate if you don't want to, but if you feel like it, please humor her. No, I don't understand this either, please don't ask. :D