FINALLY got round to posting this :D Hope you enjoy it, and i hope for some reviews too :)

I own nothing- otherwise 009 would have a whole load more screentime.

Clouds floated across the moon. Rain lashed against homes and saturated the outside. The wind howled around with a vengeance, scattering leaves and breaking apart structures to feeble to resist the might of the weather. A Chatot crooned a gentle lullaby over the slumbering region, but it was lost, drowned out by the shriek of the elements. Pokémon struggled against the wind that disturbed their brief night respite. Far off in Johto, a Hoothoot slept with one eye open, keeping perfect time. It was calm, unaffected by the storm. Its eyes swivelled and riveted on a small Rattata scuffling under a holly bush, looking for safety. It hooted eerily, twelve times. Midnight. The witching hour.

Eterna City Pokémon Centre-Midnight:

Oh the rain, the rain! No matter what rank you are, how smart you may be, you cannot escape the foul weather in this god forsaken region. But I know enough to not let that get in my way. Phase three was about to begin.

The magenta haired woman poked her head from the shelter of a grassy bush peering thoughtfully at the silhouette of the Pokémon centre nearby. Blowing water off her nose in irritation, she ducked back down to address her two companions.

"Well? What do you think you think you two? This is THE perfect opportunity for us to get in there and grab that twerps precious Pikachu. Don't tell me you don't agree. Do I have to think for you idiots?"

The Meowth perched on a root beside her nodded eagerly. Its large feline eyes gleamed in the darkness as it cracked its knuckles in anticipation. Then it spoke,

"Jessie's right this time! All we gotta do is creep in der while the twerps are sleepin' like liddle Slakoth and get deyre Pokémon's! We'd be as quick and quiet as a liddle skitty and with a loot more cash in da kitty!"

Jessie nodded approvingly, smirking as she imagined the possibilities. However another voice piped up.

"How will the twerps Pokémon going to get us more money?"

The other TRio members turned to face the speaker, a blue-haired man hunched miserably under a tree. He was sopping wet and miserable. Jessie sighed. It was a hard job being the brains in his outfit.

"Listen to me you idiot. It's perfectly obvious. First we have to get the twerp's Pokémon. Then we get back to Kanto as quick as possible before they notice that their Pokémon have disappeared," she explained irritably. "Then all we have to do is give them to the boss. And voila!"

Meowth sighed dreamily. "And he'll be so pleased with us he'd say 'dat meowth! He's definitely me best officer, dat one! Why he's such a great guy I'm gonna pay him double what I pay me executives!' and then he'll replace that lousy Persian with me, the next bossmans pet! Good or what?"

Dancing about in glee, the three clowns then struck up what they imagined to be an inspiring war chant to bring them Arceus's favour. Many of the Pokémon in the vicinity, I'm afraid to say, did not agree. I sympathised with them entirely. After all, it's the middle of the night, rain and thunder lashing about which is not the best time to be listening to a so called war chant which went like this:

"Were Team Rocket!

Were gonna pick your pocket!

The keen smell that Arceus lent,

Is leading us to the scent,

Of money, waiting to be spent!

'cos were Team Rocket!

And no twerp can stand in the way,

Of us getting our pay,

'cos were Team rocket!"

Hardly something that would strike fear into the hearts of foes, even If they are only ten years old. It wouldn't even cause a slight stirring of emotion to the idiotic Wurmple currently making its way up my shoe. A marathon achievement for it no doubt. Bending down, I flicked it off and into the tall grass disgustedly. We may both agree that those lot were tone-deaf and their singing atrocious, but that did not give it the right to crawl on my perfect body. Filthy Bug-type. But enough of that. I'm an elite agent with a mission on hand. Though it galled me to have to enlist the assistance of these buffoons. I'd almost rather spend the day with Proton. Almost. But not quite. I chanced another look at the TRio.

"Damn," I swore. They were moving off. I had to hurry. Silently, my fingers closed around my Tulip. Taking careful aim, I threw it. It landed right in front of their feet making them shoot back in fear.

"Who's there? Sh-show yourself!" stuttered James. He was about as steady as a Tentacrules legs.

Perfect.

I stepped forward and faced them, putting on my most professional face. "Why hello," I said silkily "I was hoping to run in to you again."

Suffice to say the size of their jaws was drastically increased at the sight of yours truly. In fact it took them quite a while to regain whatever little composure their puny little minds could summon up. Finally, after quite a string of gibberish, Jessie was able to speak again.

"What are you doing here? Pikachu is ours, In case you haven't realised. And what was your name again? Pizza? Mozzarella?"

Pizza? For the love of all things un-holy, what is she thinking? Ok. Stay calm. Cool girl. Do an Archer. It took a while but I managed a cool smile.

"Actually, its Domino. Or 009 to grunts. That means you."

Forget beetroot red. Her face was a whole new colour. This time it was up to that abnormal talking creature to do the honours.

"We aint no grunts, dya hear me? Wen we grab dat Pikachu, were gonna be da boss's fave officers!"

Yeah, right.

"Well then I can help you with that," I replied sweetly

Jessie scowled suspiciously. Not quite as stupid as she looks then.

"Oh really? How?"

A smirk formed on my face, and I leaned closer. "Here's how we do it…."

In the Pokémon centre:

A sudden scream shattered the peace of the night. Ash jumped out of his bed and ran downstairs, thuds and the sound of panting telling him his friends were doing the same. He and Pikachu burst out of the double doors leading to the main room. His friends skidded to a halt behind him. Standing in front of them were 5 figures. One, Nurse Joy, was out cold. Another young brunet was huddled in a corner near her. And standing above her were

"Team Rocket!"

Dawn glared at them furiously. "just what do you think you're doing?" she yelled at them.

"Why, were simply doing our duty," said James "and that involves taking your charming Pokémon here,"

"Oh no you don't! Piplup, use bubblebeam!" the bluenett yelled, sending out her partener in one swift motion.

"Seviper, counter with Poison tail!"

The little penguin release a torrent of shimmering bubbles at the infamous trio, but was stopped by Sevipers attack. Ash, leaping to her aid, immediately gave the traditional order to his trusted partner.

"Pikachu, Thunderbolt them now!"

"Piiiikaaachuuuuuuuu!"

It hit dead centre, causing the would be kidnappers to blast of yet another time in their woeful history. James sighed.

"I suppose dreams are just that, in our case anyway…"

"Oh shut up! I'm going to kill that little double crossing Bidoof when I get my hands on her!"

"Not now though..."

"Were blasting off again….."

Back at the Pokémon centre Ash helped the brunet to her feet. She looked at him gratefully, dusting of her clothes. "Thank you. They were going to get me for sure if you hadn't come," she said quietly.

"Don't mention it!" Dawn replied, "Say, what Pokémon do you have?"

The brunet shook her head slowly. "I'm afraid not…"

Dawn shook her head. Then she brightened. "Hey! I know! Why don't you come with us?"

"Really?"

"Yeah! But first, what's your name?"

Her name?

"You can call me Kuro. Kuro Churippu."

The Black Tulip.