The news that the Jessie and James case had been closed, spread across the 
world like a wild flowers. Two teenage criminals murder a medical nurse, go on 
the run, kidnap a kid, only to crash and die in some sort of whirlpool in a tiny 
deserted island. No one really cared about Jessie and James, except for a few of 
the people they were close friends with inside the team, but sympathy for the 
girl who had gone down with them was never ending. Her father, it was said, had 
locked himself into his home and didn't come out for anything. He didn't eat, 
and he didn't sleep. The girl had been his life. And now she was dead. The story 
was told in whispers between couples, and discussed in school by the students. 
The media had begged the police to send another squad out to try to figure out 
what actually happened that fatal day, but the police refused. There was no more 
evidence. It had all long since sunk into the murky bottoms of the cove along 
side the owners of it. Except for the pictures that the officer had taken who 
had seen it, there wasn't any more evidence. But it was clear all three were 
dead. The pictures brought about some talk too. Some people claimed that in one 
of the pictures of what remained of the boat, if you looked at it from a certain 
angle you could see the pale face of a young girl, her pink hair floating in the 
water, at the bottom of the cove.
	Of course this was just a coral formation. It was truly amazing how wrong 
the world was at that point.
	Jessie, James, and Tiki were alive and well. They had all gotten nice new 
tans, and a better body from working so hard on the island. James was getting 
the beginnings of a beard. Jessie teased him. With his new short hair, the 
beard, the muscular physical appearance, his own teammates would probably not 
recognize him at first glace. Tiki looked at him even more fondly than she had 
when she first met him. Jessie never gave up her suspicions of the girl, but as 
usual, James was clueless.
	Today, they were all on their hands and knees, leaning in to her the 
radio, which was losing power fast.
	"Do to the bzzzzzzzt of the Jessbzzzzzzzzt as, local police forces have 
put bzzzzzzzzzzzzzt back into their normal schebztle. Funeral services for 
bzzzzzzt iki Reed."
	"Iki Reed?" James repeated.
	"I think he said 'Tiki Reed'," Jessie said sternly.
	Tiki blinked. "But that's me!"
	James grinned. "I think they think you're dead!"
	Tiki blanched. "They do not think I'm dead!"
	"They're holding your funeral!" Jessie teased. "You are quite dead. I 
wonder what they think became of us?"
	James sat up all the way, sick of listening to the news of the closer of 
the case. The important thing was that it was closed. "The Boss never gave us 
any help on this one." 
	"James, you know he doesn't have any time for us with matters like this. 
But when we come back home, we'll be hailed like heroes at headquarters. We will 
be the first rockets to escape the police so easily. And the twerp. Hehehe. he 
won't have a clue! Just wait until we see him again, we'll get him, he won't 
ever expect us. We're dead, James! We're probably dead!"
	James looked at her. His eye twitched slightly, but he didn't say 
anything. Jessie was the only one optimistic about ever going home again. It was 
clear to James that they would probably never be back on the chase again.
	Tiki yawned, and also said nothing. She nibbled on a piece of fruit. "I 
remember the stories told about this island," she commented absentmindedly.
	This caught Jessie's attention. "What do you mean?"
	Tiki shrugged. "Legends, they were all just fish tales! None of them are 
true."
	Jessie grabbed her shoulders and shook her a little more forcefully than 
intended. "Tell me exactly what stories now!"
	James sat up a bit and looked at them, and blinked. Deciding this was more 
interesting than anything they said on the radio, he leaned in a little to 
listen.
	Tiki laughed nervously, and backed up against a tree from Jessie. "Okay, 
okay, I take it you two are in need of a story!"
	James, feeling that he was being included when he wasn't meaning to be, 
blinked.
	In the time being, Jessie let Tiki go. "Talk."
	"Well um. I guess almost 20 years ago, there was a group of musicians who 
would come to this island to get inspired or something. But they would never 
play any of their music to the public because they didn't want anything to leak 
out before they made a debut. A lead band member let some news out that they 
were almost ready to release an inspirational song they had came up with. They 
were going to spend their whole time here. And the story said that they built a 
house here, but I think that's just a legend. the scary part is, the day before 
their first actual performance, every member was missing. Days later, their 
bodies were found floating in the ocean. Their song was lost forever with their 
lives. But I promise you, that's only a story parents told their children to 
make them go to sleep, or to get their heads out of the clouds."
	James looked at her, and nodded thoughtfully, thinking that kind of thing 
was probably pretty likely. But Jessie showed rapt attention to this story. 
"I've heard their song!" Jessie exclaimed.
	Tiki looked at her, and shook her head. "No, no one has heard their song."
	"I have!" Jessie repeated stubbornly. "And don't do anything stupid while 
I'm gone, we shouldn't have even been messing with that radio!"
	James put a hand over his mouth, and made kind of a sniggering sound.
	Jessie looked from face to face and then, turning a bright shade of red 
stomped away in a different direction.
	James got up to follow her, but she lifted a hand, and put it in his face. 
"No James, leave me alone. Spend some time with Tiki, you'll see me later 
tonight!"
	James looked at her, and blinked, and then took a step backwards. He had 
learned from being her friend for so long that when Jessie wanted her space, she 
really wanted her space. There would be no going near her for the rest of the 
day.
	He was silent, as Jessie stomped off into the jungle, smacking at vines, 
and kicking leaves out of the way, until she was out of sight. He continued to 
watch in that general direction, until Tiki's voice interrupted is thoughts.
	"Something about her caught her wrong."
	James nodded. "You're telling me."
	Coolly, Tiki made her way closer to James, and sat next to him. "Well. at 
least we're together now."
	James, to say the least, was still not used to Tiki's advances. "I guess 
so," he said dumbly.

Tears rolled down Jessie's face as she walked alone through the jungle. She 
didn't know where she was going, or even how to get back to their camp. All she 
knew was that something was wrong. Something was very wrong. The whole dream 
thing had her so confused. What was it trying to tell her? And if no one had 
ever heard the song this island was all about, why could she hear it almost 
every day? And what did this group of musicians have to do with her? It didn't 
make any sense at all.
She kept her eyes to the ground. The mud was getting softer. Looking up, she saw 
she had discovered another lake. She picked up a stone, and threw it in, 
listening to it plop in the water. This lake was different from the one they had 
set up camp in. While there lake was clear and full of birds and fish, connected 
to a stream that turned into a river, which led out to the sea; this one was 
just a muddy lake. It was like a giant puddle. It was full of life, but of a 
totally different kind. Bugs, and frogs, and other slimy things Jessie didn't 
want to mess with. She sighed, and crouched down, and looked at her reflection 
in the muddy water.
She missed her Pok‚mon. Especially Meowth. She thought about how unfair it was 
for him to be taken away. He was as human as anyone else. He could talk, and 
walk, and he could think. A lot better than James could. Or even, okay, he was 
smarter than her. It was all the more reason to let him go one trial with James 
and she. 
She gazed down at her reflection again. But it was broken by a tear from 
Jessie's eye. "What is going on here?" she asked to no one in particular. "Why 
is this happening to us?"

Meanwhile, back on the mainland, the case that was closed two weeks ago was once 
again beginning to unravel. A plane that had been passing over the very island 
where Jessie, James, and their captive had apparently been taken by the sea, and 
had picked up an unusual signal coming from down below. But this was impossible. 
Such a signal only came from the radio in boats. But there weren't any boats 
coming up on the radar. When the pilot had reported this to authorities, they 
brought it to the police. 
Of course, the unavoidable conclusion was made. Jessie and James were still 
alive and well, and so was their youthful capture. And this time police new 
exactly where to look.
The commissioner was mad, to say they least. How could they slip out of their 
fingers like this? Well, almost slip out of their fingers. They had them now. Oh 
yes, they were theirs. By this time tomorrow, Team Rocket would be captured, and 
brought to justice.
Nurse Joy held a pen in her mouth, and a clipboard in her hand. Officer Jenny 
paced in front of her, and in front of them were all of those in the force who 
would be working on this case. A good three fourths of them were Jennys.
"Ladies, and gentlemen." Officer Jenny said. "I am here to present to you the 
basis of our arrest of Team Rocket members Jessie and James. They have murdered, 
they have kidnapped, and they have resisted arrest. That's enough to get them 
death after all of the other crimes they have committed in the past. Their 
descriptions are this. James is roughly five feet, ten inches. He is seventeen 
or eighteen years old. He has green eyes, and blue hair that comes down to about 
his chin. However, when described by the owner of the motel where they kidnapped 
Tiki Reed, it was said that he had cut a good lot of his hair off, possibly for 
throwing a couple of people off. He is in good shape, and shouldn't be too hard 
to pick out of a crowd. But he is a master of disguise. Like her counterpart, 
Jessie is also a master of disguise. She is about five feet, six or seven 
inches. Bright red hair that is very long, blue eyes. Also like her partner, we 
believe she may have cut off a good length off her hair as well. The girl who we 
are going to be trying to rescue is about five feet three inches, has pink hair, 
and the last we knew, it was braided. Large blue eyes, shouldn't be too hard to 
tell who she is. You are the best of the force in the entire nation, all called 
together for this case. You are all in wonderful physical condition. You will 
need it. You will be running through dangerous jungle after two young teens that 
are both more than good enough to win a marathon. And who knows how much better 
they are now that they've been on the run? You're the brightest. You'll need it. 
These two may not show it, but they are very clever for their age. As a matter 
of fact, making us think they aren't that bright may be just part of their plan. 
But most of all, you are the most aggressive! You'll need that as well, once you 
have them, they won't be able to keep a hold of! Most importantly, get the girl 
before you get them. If they have her, they can use her as a human shield, or 
worse. I repeat; if you have to choose between them and the girl, get Reed 
first! They're on an island, they have nowhere to run. This is going to be like 
a sport, my friends. Use of weapons in this case has been approved. Good luck."
Nurse Joy stood up, and put the pen behind her ear. "I have here the check in 
list. Everyone here must sign it. If you don't sign it, your paycheck is being 
held. We're just making sure all 150 of you are going. Now, if you'll follow me, 
and Officer Jenny, we will lead you to your choppers."

It was as decorated as a parade when the 75 choppers took off from the shore 
over the sea. It couldn't be denied that it was a beautiful sight. There was a 
group in front, and two groups behind.Three Vs of choppers taking off into the 
bright sun, with bright reflections shining down off the silver bodies of the 
flying machines was a something enough to draw crowds from all over the city, 
and further.
The crowd was enthusiastic. The theme was not so much about getting the bad 
guys, but more about the rescue of a girl. The gathering of all the people 
sprouted many Pok‚mon battles among trainers, of course.
Those people who weren't there were home watching. The whole thing was being 
covered on television.
	To say the least, they were ready to rumble.