Summary: Giovanni meets up with Delia on route one.

'Boss, we need to talk!' Jessie howled as Giovanni thought of her.

Mrs. Kay...

'Yeah, we do.'

He led Jessie and James to the battlefield and thought vaguely of the kid he met earlier.

'Boss-'

'She was here.'

'What?'

'Who was?' James asked.

'She's real. Jessie.'

'Wait, you saw her?'

'I held her in my arms.'

'Wait, what?' James looked between them, confused.

'What's her name?'

'Mrs. Kay.'

'Aww, she's married.'

'So what?'

'You can't go after a married woman.' James interjected.

'Who says?'

'Hold your Rapidash.' Jessie said as she held out her arms. 'Boss, what exactly happened?'

Giovanni relayed his interaction with the woman; he finished by saying, 'I told her to meet me tomorrow at midnight.'

'Do you think she'll come?'

'We'll find her.' He said in a determined voice. 'What did you want to say?'

'Nothing, nothing. We just ran into someone who recognized us.'

'Will this be an issue, Jessica?'

'If it becomes one, we'll let you know.'

'You should be careful,' James stated, 'relax your expectations.'

'What do you mean?'

'You've built up this idea of who she is for the last six months because of how you met. What if she's been doing the same?'

James' words floated around in Giovanni's head; he shook them away and called up Ariana.

He needed to get his mind off this.

'Ariana, I need every report Jessie and James ever filed.'

'What? Why?'

'Bored, wanna do some reading.'

'Someone made them at the party.'

'Ok, so you know?'

'Yes, that woman is a force of nature. She needs to be dealt with.'

'Keep an eye on the situation; Jessie and James tend to bite off more than they can chew. If she shows her face again, bring her to me.'

'My momma is driving me crazy!' Ash hissed into his cell phone as he watched Delia pace house, holding a skillet and spatula.

She's been acting six kinds of crazy all night since they left the party.

'She might be happy just to have you home.' Brock said on the other end.

'Naw, this 'ain't happy to have my baby back' crazy.'

'Maybe she's having trouble with friends.'

'She keeps watching the door like she's expecting the government to come to take the house. Dang, I hope the government ain't finna take the house.'

'I'm pretty sure it's not-'

'Momma! Momma! Momma! Mom-'

'Quit hollerin' boy, I'm right 'chea!' Delia stomped into the living room.

'Is the government finna take the house?'

'What?! Boy, no! The government ain't taking the house.'

'Then why you acting like a Pichu in a room full of hungry Persians?'

'I'm not! I'm just... tired.' She put down the skillet. 'Who you talking to?'

'Brock.'

'Oh, did you meet the gym leader?'

Ash thought about him, Giovanni.

'Yeah.'

'Did you pester him about a battle?'

'No, ma'am. I don't think I want to.'

'What?'

'I'm not going to fight him; like you said, he's sick.'

'Alright, then.' She turned back to the stove. 'Wash up for breakfast.'

It was 5 minutes til when Giovanni spotted her power walking up.

So she lives in Pallet Town.

'You came.'

She wore a dark v-neck green camisole with lace, shorts, and sneakers.

'So I did.'

She wore mahogany-colored hair down; her face was heart-shaped.

Giovanni anxiously waited, glancing at his watch as the minutes ticked away. Then, he spotted her power walki ng toward him.

So, she lives in Pallet Town, he thought to himself.

"You came," Giovanni said as she approached.

"So I did," she replied, wearing a dark v-neck green camisole with lace paired with shorts and sneakers. Her mahogany-colored hair cascaded down, framing her heart-shaped face.

As she looked at Giovanni, he felt his throat tighten, his thoughts becoming jumbled.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice guarded.

Giovanni cleared his throat loudly, causing her to jump as if ready to flee, like a Stantler facing an Ursaring.

James' words flooded back to Giovanni, and he despised the notion of her seeing him as a monstrous figure.

'It's you.' He said after a while.

'Yes, it is. What do you want?' Both her voice and body trembled.

'What is your name?'

'Delia.'

'Delia.'

She has a name.

Giovanni took a step closer, and she stumbled back, holding out a dainty hand to protect herself, it urticated.

'I'm not going to hurt you.'

'What do you want?'

Giovanni reached out and stroked her jawline with his index finger, and she cried out and turned to run, but he caught her by the waist.

She went into a panicked frenzy, struggling wildly, taking them both to the ground. This seemed to heighten her terror, and she started crying no, no, no!

'I'm sorry! I'm sorry!' He growled as he forced her upright.

'Let me go.' She pleaded.

'I- I want to give you something.'

'I don't want it.' She sobbed. 'Let me go.'

'Would you just-'

'Please let me go.'

'Would you stop crying? I'm not going to hurt you.'

'You probably wouldn't think of it as hurting me.'

'Don't flatter yourself, woman.' He growled as he reached into his blazer pocket and pulled out a red velvet box. ' Take it.'

'I don't-'

'Just take it, woman.' She jumped as he thrust the box into her hands.

'Take it. Try it on. Look at yourself in the mirror, and if you still don't like it, give it back.'

Giovanni let her go; she bolted ten feet before she stopped and turned to face him; he hadn't moved and saw that she seemed to hesitate about escaping.

'You said, If I don't like it, I can return it?'

Her airy voice made him jump. 'Yes.'

Delia opened the box and gasped before slamming it shut. 'I can't accept that.'

'Why not?'

'It's too expensive!'

'Money is no object to me.'

'Because of Team Rocket.'

Why did she have to say it like that? Giovanni thought.

'Take it home, try it on, then tell me you hate.'

'Mister-'

'Giovanni.'

'Mr. Giovanni, I can't-'

'You're not. Think of it as a test drive.'

'Test drive?'

'Good night, Mrs. Kay.'

'Where are you going?'

'Home, don't you have a boy to return to?'