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This is in response to a request by Senna_Dallas on the forum from way back in August 2010. Just had to do it, couldn't resist. Is it my triumphant return to the world of Pokemon fanfiction? I don't know. Anyway, let me know how you like it. Please review!

There is No “I” in Team

By Spiral Breeze

“This is the last time.”

Jessie and James stood in front of their boss while he sat behind his huge imported desk. He seemed exhausted, sitting back in his high backed leather chair, hand massaging his temple.

“Please, Gio... sir.... we just need more time.”

“Ye...”

“Silence!” Giovanni screamed, throwing a Pokeball at the monster capturing it. Jessie and James abruptly moved closer together, and stepped further away from the desk. “For far too long I have assigned the two of you to capture Ash Ketchum’s Pikachu, yet you continually come to be empty handed. I just don’t understand it.... such a simple task. The boy is by no means a Master... surely taking his Pikachu should be child’s play!”

“Sir... “ Jessie began.

“I don’t want your retarded excuse for an explanation.”

He opened a draw and removed a leather bound notebook and fountain pen. After opening to a blank page he began writing, the long slanted script that was all his. To Jessie and James it felt like an eternity before he placed his pen on the desk and closed the notebook.

“James... you may go, Jessie, a word in private.”

The young man cringed and searched his partners green eyes, he was too protective of his best friend to just simply leave her with the most brutal man in Kanto. What was he doing requesting a private conference anyway? They were a team, inseparable!

“Whatever you have to tell her, I can hear as well.” He stated boldly surprising even himself with his sudden bravery.

“James, I simply will not tell you again... leave... now.”

The male Team Rocket member stood his ground.

“James... please.... I’ll only be a minute. Here...” She picked up the Pokeball containing Meowth and pushed it into his gloved hand. “I’ll see you in a few... wait outside for me.”

James placed the Pokeball on his belt, and with one last look at Jessie turned and walked out of the office. Once outside he stationed himself on an ornately carved marble bench, trying very hard to listen through the closed doors, much to his dismay he couldn’t hear a thing.

Back inside, Giovanni had once again picked up his pen and was writing in the notebook. Jessie watched transfixed and breathing quickly, she was nervous, the boss had never separated the duo. What could he possibly want to discuss away from her partner? Growing restless, she wanted to say something... anything that would get him to stop his purposeful hand moving across that page.

“Sir?”

That was useless, he didn’t even look up at me! She thought. The red head’s temper was beginning to rise. “How dare he keep me waiting here, standing!” So she tried again the note of agitation evident this time.

“Sir?”

This time he looked up one eyebrow cocked. He placed the pen down and closed the notebook. He surprised her by standing from his chair. Then shocked her by walked right up to her, not even two feet away. She could smell the faint smoke of a Cuban cigar on his black Armani suit. Only the best for Giovanni.

“I have teamed you up with that idiot for far too long.” He spoke slowly, the faintest of Italian accents floating almost musically with the words.

“Idiot? That idiot, happens to be my best friend, and the only one who truly cares about me in this entire organization!”

Giovanni chuckled, and walked to his mini bar, leaving Jessie fuming in her spot. The tall man poured himself a tumbler of Metaxa, Private Reserve, of course. Bringing the fine crystal to his lips he pulled a long slow slip, then walked back to where Jessie was still standing.

“He is still an idiot, a fag too.”

“Enough! If that’s all you wanted to talk to me about I’m leaving!” She turned and progressed toward the door, heals smashing violently on the polished marble floors. She reached the door and turned the handle, nothing happened. She tried again. “Open the door.” She spoke without turning around.

“My answer to you would of course be no.” He was directly behind her now. “I have yet to discuss my new plans for you.”

Jessie spun on her heel, hair wiping behind her wildly.

“If those plans involve me and James separating than we have nothing left to discuss.” She wasn’t stupid, and if this meant that she had to flee Kanto and look for a new job tomorrow to escape Giovanni’s tyranny than so be it.

That positively annoying chuckle escaped his lips again, full bodied, most likely fueled by the alcohol. He walked across the room and back to his desk sitting on front edge, hand extended offering her one of the two leather chairs that he had not offered her and James before.

“Come... sit, we shall talk.” He sounded mildly annoyed.

The red head straightened her shoulders, lifted her chin and walked purposefully to the proffered chair. She smoothed her skirt in order to sit but was interrupted by a hand on her upper arm.

“Wait.” Giovanni stood from the desk, and placed his other hand on her other arm. Jessie felt his hot breath first, like fire from the brandy, than his lips on her mouth. She pulled away, alarmed, and backed into the chair, forced into sitting.

“What are you doing?”

“Perhaps you’re not as smart as I thought you were.” He slid his hand up her thigh.

“Stop! Are you crazy!” She slapped his hands away and tried to pull down her bunched up skirt. She tried to stand, but when she did Giovanni once again grabbed her arms, kissing her ferociously. “St....” Jessie desperately tried to scream through the kiss, but one of Giovanni’s hands moved to her neck holding her head close to his and much to her horror the other was tugging up her uniform shirt. The red head tried kicking him in the shins and ankles, she tried scratching his arms, anything, he wouldn’t budge.

His rough hand was on her right breast now, forcefully kneading it, she could feel the tears stinging her eyes, and she tried pulling his arms away. He quickly ripped the shirt on her body, causing her to gasp from the pain, trying to cover her breasts, his lips were glued to hers and he pushed his tongue into her mouth... it was then that Jessie bit.

“Argh! You dumb bitch!” He slapped her face hard, and now she was on the cold hard floor crying.

“Stop... please!!” She rolled onto her side her arms covering what she could.

“That’s right please! Beg for it bitch... beg for me.” He hit her again, back handed on the head.

“Stop!” The red head was sobbing uncontrollably now. Her body shaking, why couldn’t James hear her screams?

Now Giovanni was on his knees, and his hands were busy pulling at her skirt, and ripping her black panties.

“Heeeeeeeeelllllp! James! Jaaaaaaaames!”

“You dare cry for that fag when you’re in my presence?!” Giovanni sneered and slapped her face. “You will say my name, when I am inside you.”

Jessie's eye’s widened in shock, and she tried desperately to squirm away from him, forgetting about the pain in her head. She felt his fingers on her nether lips and in the second that she blinked the searing pain of his erection forcing it’s way into her. She screamed again, as loud as she could, praying that surely someone would hear her this time. Giovanni’s hand found it’s way to her scalp, pulling on her hair, but that was nothing compared to the pain of his entry. She closed her eyes, there was nothing more she could do... hopefully it would all be over soon.

When Giovanni saw her give in, his hand left her hair and both moved to her breasts, pinching, pulling, and twisting the pink nipples. He lowered his mouth to one and grazed his teeth across it before biting down hard, eliciting another scream of agony from the red head on the floor. Jessie was positive there was blood, she could feel it, but she wouldn’t open her eyes to check, she wouldn’t look at him. He continued to move in and out of her, she noticed his pace increased. Yet suddenly he pulled out and stood. Jessie opened her eyes a crack to see just what he would do next. He yanked a handkerchief from his pocket and placed it over his cock, ejaculating with a loud grunt. Once he was finished he quickly fixed his clothing and placed the soiled handkerchief back in his pocket. He took a slow sip from the tumbler on his desk and sighed.

“I wouldn’t waste my seed on a filthy whore like you.” He kicked her backside, another scream tore through her lips. He turned away and touched something on his desk, causing a bookshelf to move and a doorway to open. He walked toward it and disappeared, the bookcase sliding back into place.

Jessie didn’t know how long it had been when James found her. She didn’t remember passing out on the cold marble floor in a puddle of her own urine tinged pink from the blood.

What Jessie did remember was the strong arms wrapping a soft blanket around her broken body, a curtain of blue hair around her face, the trickle of warm tears and James’ soft lips kissing her cheek.

“Oh Jessica... this is all my fault.”

She tried to open her mouth to speak but it was too raw from all her screams. He lifted her effortlessly and carried her out of that place. She didn’t remember getting there, she must have fallen asleep again. This time she was in a hospital bed, not the ward at headquarters, a regular human hospital. James was standing over her, he had brushed and braided her hair in only the way he could. Jesse smiled gratefully.

“It’s nice to see that smile after all this.” Her smile faltered and James took her hand firmly in his own, he wasn’t wearing gloves.

“How... um... “ She began to cry. “Am I ok?” She managed to choke out.

“The doctor said you’re fine physically despite... what happened.” Jessie nodded and James continued. “I’m so thankful it wasn’t anything worse... I don’t know what I’d have done if.... if...”

“I understand James, you don’t need to say it.”

“You know I’m never leaving your side again right? We stick together...”

“No matter what.” Jessie finished with a smile.

“We’re a team.”

The End.
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