Part One: Lost and Found

"I can't believe he's gone!" the young, blue-haired man in the navy-colored suit whined.

"Good riddance," his beautiful wife muttered. James pursed his lips and pretended not to hear. Jessebelle had been acting very strangely lately, and he was becoming quite annoyed with it.

"Well, I'm calling the BMP," he said, putting on his rectangular-framed reading glasses, "Hopkins, would you fetch me the telephone book, please?" The old butler eagerly retrieved the item for his young master.

James quickly found the number he had been looking for and dialed, "yes, is this the Bureau of Missing Pokemon? Well, I'd appreciate you if you'd send someone right away! You see, my favorite Pokemon, Growly, has run away, and I'd pay dearly to get him back. He means a lot to me." A pause. "Thank you," he hung up the phone and sat on his mansion's steps, where he waited out the whole hour it took before the Bureau's agent arrived.

He stood up the minute he saw the small, gray car make its way up the final strach of his lengthy driveway, but it was the girl who got out of the car who really got his attention.

She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She looked a little like Jessebelle, the same big blue eyes, the same pale, flawless skin, and the same shade of flaming red, but that was where the similarities ended.

Her hair was pulled up into a pile on the top of her head and shined beautifully, like she had just washed it. It revealed a pair of large, round black earrings. She wore a tailored red and black business suit that looked quite professional, yet somehow...off. The skirt was just a little too short for a buisinesswoman, and the red glasses she wore were just a little too fashionable.

"My name is Jasmine Burke, I'm from the BMP. I would have been here sooner, but your driveway, it's longer than most. You must be mister..." she frowned and ruffled through some papers in her hand, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't get your name." She looked up at him with a grin, and found herself engrossed in his beautiful green eyes.

"You can call me James," he said softly, shivering as their eyes locked.

"I...uh..." Jasmine said breathily. She shook her head. 'Snap out of it, Jasmine, a guy this rich and beautiful has to be married already.' Still, she realized, it couldn't hurt to try. But that would have to wait until later, now was the time for business. "Your Growlithe, Growly. When did you notice it was missing?"

"Oh,." he replied hazily, "Growly. When I woke up this morning, he was gone."

Jamine murmurred in agreement, "and...this Growly must mean a lot...to your *family*."

"Oh, Jessebelle doesn't really...care that much. She's inside."

'Damn, must be a wife. And he really seemed to like me, too.' "I'll need you to come down to the station to sign a few papers."

They got in his car and drove back to BMP headquarters, centered in Celadon City. Jasmine brought him quickly back to her cubicle. She soon left, however, running off to the file room to retrieve the proper forms.

The cubicle was totally sterile and impersonal. The only two things that made it look like any life had reached the inside of its three walls were the Todd Pokèmon calendar that hung on the side wall and the slightly open desk drawer. A piece of beige paper hung out of it, with the number 000127 written on it. He could only look at him for a moment before curiosity got the best of him.

James looked around and over his shoulder, and, not seeing Jasmine anywhere, opened the drawer. The piece of paper was actually a file folder, with the words Code name: Jasmine S. Burke typed on a white label. He furrowed his blue eyebrows-'wasn't that *her* name?'-and opened it.

Paperclipped to the top of the folder were three pictures, all of Jasmine. The first was a face shot in which her hair hung raggedly down and dirt streaked her face. In the second, she was in a similar disheveled shape, though this one had zoomed out to capture a full body shot. He blushed when he realized that she was naked, even though he couldn't see anything; she had curled into fetal position. Her face was turned toward the camera, and he could see the tears and terror in her eyes. Yet another picture showed Jasmine in the state he had met her, hair primly done up and wearing a red and black suit. He pulled his reading glasses out of the suit's pocket and began to read the attached file.

"Subject, unknown but temporarily named Jasmine S. Burke, found in the alley behind the Silph Co corporate building. Age is approximately twenty, eyes blue, hair red. No other distinguishing features. Subject claims to have no recollection of her own identity nor of any preceeding events. Few objects found with her include two-"

"I'm sorry I took so long," Jasmine's voice rang over the cubicle wall. James's eyes widened, and he stashed the folder quickly back into its place and shut the drawer just in time to whirl around to see Jasmine's smiling face, "they didn't have anymore and I had to make copies." She handed him a stack of papers, saying, "fill these out please."

She handed him a pen, and he began to fill out the usual formalities, name, address, date of birth, ecetera. Jasmine had pulled over a stool from another cubicle and sat on it, looking over James's shoulder. "This form designates me as the agent assigned to your case," she said. He could feel her breath on his neck with every word. He shivered.

"Oh, all right," he managed, turning red. He hoped she wouldn't notice.

"Agent Burke!" another female voice yelled from the other side of the room. Jasmine bolted to her feet and stood in expectation.

"Yes, Supervisor?" she asked as a blue-haired woman in a police officer's uniform walked in.

She nodded at Jasmine with approval, "Is this the young man who inquired about the Growlithe?"

"Yes, this is James," Jasmine introduced her, "and James, this is my supervisor, Jenny."

He turned around and shook the woman's hand politely, "James, I assure you that your Growlithe is in good hands. Jasmine is one of our top agents."

"Thank you, Jenny," he smiled, more at Jasmine than at the woman he was adressing. She left, just as quickly as she came, with only a nod to Jasmine as a good-bye. He looked over at Jasmine amusedly, "that's your supervisor. As in, she works here."

"Yes," she replied, his point eluding her.

"Then why is she wearing a police officer's uniform?"

"Oh," Jasmine grinned, "she used to be a local policewoman, but she quit the job to work here. I guess she's kind of attached to it." She paused to think about this, "I guess that's pretty weird, huh?"

James laughed and nodded as he turned back around to the paperwork. He finished it all within another few minutes. "Ready to go?" she asked, putting the papers on top of the file folder.

"Yeah," he answered, still looking at the drawer. Jasmine drove him back in silence, neither speaking because neither really thought that they could without blushing.

The last thing he said to her, "good-bye, Jasmine," had struck her as odd. She didn't know why, but she felt almost like he had said her name, yet meant another.

When she got back to her apartment that night, she changed right into her pajamas and sat on her small balcony, still thinking of James. Her hair, down, blew in the evening wind and she shut her eyes to it, only to find herself picturing his face behind closed eyelids. 'If only he could have meant me,' she thought sadly.