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Old January 25th, 2009, 08:10 AM
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Hi, and welcome to my first pokémon fanfic! I've written for other fandoms, most of which is on my ff.net account, but this is my first go at a pokémon fanfiction, which combines my two passions; pokémon and science. In this case, it's forensic science.

I'm a forensic science student myself, so my knowledge on the subject is pretty good and I have a lot of interest in science in general. I hope that I bring the best out of the science in this fic.

WARNINGS: A little gore, nothing hugely graphic, and then your usual pokémon battles later on.

Huge great big thanks to Laterna, who beta'ed for me and provided a tonne of support while I was writing this.

Enjoy!


Table of Contents:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
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I was used to crime scenes being busy with other people and their pokémon milling around. There was always far more people at crime scenes than was totally necessary, though they had learnt from several ear-bashing's that walking on the crime scene was the biggest no-no in the book. I also was used to kneeling beside bodies and picking up evidence, mentally denying what my eyes were seeing, and compartmentalising the visions.


Do you think it was murder? I turned my head to my Gardevoir, who had spoken telepathically to me, shrugged, and she made a small sound that I knew was a giggle. She, like myself, had a strange sense of humour, but I loved her anyway. I peeled my gloves off, chucked them in the nearest bio-hazard bag, and went to Officer Jenny who was guarding the scene. The other officers were keeping a reasonable distance from the body, but they still kept flashing their lights over the scene to get a good look. I would be having words about disrespecting the deceased, but only once this crime scene was finished with.


“Judging by the location of the body and the injuries sustained by the victim, I'd say you're looking for a professional hit-man,” I told Jenny, and her frame seemed to crumple slightly at the diagnosis. We had had four other murders just like this in Eterna in the last ten days, and the strain was beginning to show on everybody. She looked worried and tired, and underlying these emotions was that helplessness that we all felt when murders kept happening. It had been a long week so far, and it was only going to get worse if these bodies kept turning up.


You've done it now; there hasn't been a murder in Eterna Forest for a hundred years! I ignored Gardevoir's comment and waited for the officer to respond.


“I just don't understand it; he's a businessman, for one thing, what was he doing in here? It's hardly the most direct route from Floarama Town to Eterna, and anyway, mostly everyone has a Flying pokémon with them these days. What do you think?” she asked me, trying to make sense of the chaos that seemed to exude from these attacks. I shrugged again and rubbed my eyes; it had been a long day and Jenny was not the sort of person to bounce ideas off of at four in the morning.


“It seems like he was lured in here, judging by how close he is to the Eterna-side entrance. It's more common than you'd have thought, because when you need the money, sometimes you'll do anything - including hijacking businessmen. Was he carrying anything worth a lot of money?” I asked her, grabbing my notepad and jotting down some notes about the scene. I'd write them up when I got back home, but that could be hours yet.


“Not when I searched his pockets for an identification. I didn't find anything on him, besides a Pokétech and a half-dozen unused pokéballs,” she told me, and I scribbled in my usual untidy handwriting. I wrote my notes in code, a code only I could understand, to maintain confidentiality and the chain of evidence of the case.


“Well, there's not a lot else I can do, until they come from the hospital to take him away,” I concluded, and looked past her for a moment at the victim. He was flat on his back, arms and legs spreadeagled across the path through the forest, and to the casual eye, he would have looked asleep. We knew better; his body had familiar marks on it that told us he was poisoned by a Nidoran's Poison Point. He was the fifth person in the last week to died from this poison, and we were drawing a total blank on connecting the victims. “I think I'll head back home to write up my notes and try to catch up on some ground-work.”


“What about sleep, Elise?” Jenny asked me, and I laughed.


“Sleep is for teenagers and Snorlax's, Jen, you know that,” I replied, laughing still as I retrieved my bag and shoved my notepad forcefully into it. Jenny waved me off as I whipped out my Pokétech and dialled the lab. The night secretary answered, and I told him what had happened for the crime records, and reminded him that the press were to be kept firmly out of the loop. He was a genial man who I had a lot of time for, and he knew his job like the back of his hand. It's always nice to work with a professional. “Jenny, I'll give you a call when the hospital tell me any news,” I called into the dark, and the officer waved me away. I shrugged and returned Gardevoir to her pokéball, knowing she'd give me hell for it later. Pulling my bike free from the thorn bush it was entangled in, I hopped on board and pedalled off down the familiar road.


Eterna Forest, and Eterna City beyond, were not usually within my juristiction. However, in this particular case, I'd had to make an exception, when the scenes of crime officer for the Eterna district was counted among the dead men in the forest, and I was enjoying staying away from Sunnyshore City for a while. Generally, there was an officer in every town and a scenes of crime officer too, with a centralised laboratory in Veilstone City, though each scenes of crime officer had their own small laboratory in the town they were based. It was a good system, until something knocked out one of the scenes of crime officers, and then it caused problems.


Alex, the scenes of crime officer for Pastoria City, was covering my patch in Sunnyshore; he was one of the least busy members of the crime lab, so it made sense for him to take my area. He didn't like the distance he had to travel, but as I pointed out to him – it was either travel to Sunnyshore once or twice a week, or stay away from his family indefinately in Eterna. He agreed with me; Sunnyshore wasn't really that far from Pastoria.


I swerved to avoid a pothole in the road, cursing under my breath at the poor quality of the road surface, and straightened myself out to coast down the small hill onto the bridge just outside Eterna City. There was a pink hue on the furthest horizon, and I checked my watch; it was 5:06am. I was used to working strange hours, but I really was starting to dislike seeing dawn's with the alarming regularity offered to me at the moment.


There were a few fishermen on the bridge, and they waved or called a greeting as I cycled past, pedalling quickly to try and beat the dawn back to my little rented apartment. I pulled my bike up outside the Pokémart and dashed in to collect some supplies, paid and stuffed them into the basket on my bike before coasting a little down the incline to the front door of the apartment block.


I punched the code in and the door opened, allowing me to push my bike into the bike locks and hurry up the stairs, barely getting the door closed before the first brush of dawn came through the window. I laughed at my little game, then dropped my bag and opened my six pokéballs. My Gardevoir, Zangoose, Typhlosion, Swampert, Venusaur and, my newest addition, a Zapdos that I had had since he was a hatchling, leapt out of their balls and began to stretch. “You guys should be used to sitting in the pokéballs for hours on end,” I told them with a smile, moving to the kitchenette to pour suitable food into the six bowls that were laid on the work surface, labelled with my pokémon's names.


You try being in an enclosed space with five men to deal with. I looked up and laughed at my Gardevoir, and she crossed her arms to show her displeasure. She'd forgive me when she saw that I'd bought them all a Rare Candy for when they'd eaten their main dinner.


“I do, if you remember. And I have to cope with you reading my mind,” I replied to her outloud, and those that could understand me made noises I took for laughter. I finished with the food and put the bowls in suitable locations for them to be able to reach them without bother. Zapdos, as usual, was the big problem; his enormous wings meant that he had to perch on the back of the sofa to be able to reach into the bowl with his beak. But he seemed to happily tuck into the seeds and grain I had bought for him, and I laughed to see them all so blissfully happy with their meals.


I myself decided that I wanted an egg on toast, and set to work manufacturing such a meal with what I had in the cupboards and the fridge, trying to avoid being sprayed by Venusaur who was making such a mess with his meal, I knew I'd have to hoover before we could get some sleep.


Have you decided what, or who, could have attacked the businessman? Gardevoir asked me, and I shook my head and I folded my egg into my piece of toast. I needed to find a motive before I could start looking for who, and I had no idea where to start. I began shovelling my food into my mouth as I moved across the room to open the large balcony doors to let Zapdos out for a fly to stretch his wings out, and he let out a happy 'cawing' noise as he took off, cutting a gouge out of the balcony with a trailing claw. I laughed as I polished off my food and tapped my computer's power button to wake it up and try and make some headway on the case.


While it loaded, I cleaned everything up and sent all my pokémon off to their respective beds except Gardevoir, who refused to go to bed until I did. She was my oldest pokémon; as a beginning trainer, barely ten years old, my father had taught me how to catch myself a pokémon, and it had been a Ralts. Over the years, she'd evolved into my beautiful Gardevoir. At first, she'd been a little too forceful with her psychic abilities, one time even knocking me unconscious, but we had grown used to one another and were now inseparable.


My Zangoose had been just an egg when I'd found him at a crime scene – my first, in fact. There were over a dozen eggs that had been stolen from a professional breeder, and as a gift for returning them to her, she gave me the one I chose, which turned out to be Zangoose. Since then, we'd beaten all of the Sinnoh Gym's, and before Cynthia took over, we'd beaten the Elite Four once together with my Gardevoir.


Typhlosion, Swampert and Venusaur had been gifted to me by a man in my home town of Twinleaf, by the name of Professor Rowan to start me off on my journey through life. They had been their basic forms of Cyndaquil, Mudkip and Bulbasaur, but they had grown strong through the years we had spent together, and they, too, had helped me with the league in Sinnoh.


Zapdos, the most recent addition to my party, had come about as rather an accident. Someone had found a small, lifeless bird pokémon laying just beside a hatched egg, and when they had reached out to touch it, the bird had electrocuted them and nearly killed them. It was a Zapdos, and had I not taken him in, he would have been destroyed for being a danger to human society, even though as a hatchling he had little or no control over his electric powers.


The stories behind them was what made my pokémon my motley crew of friends, and, I mused, I wouldn't be without them – even Venusaur, who makes so much mess. My computer had finished loading up, and I sat down in front of it and got my notepad out of my bag. Before I could really get started, Zapdos returned from his flight and began tapping at the window pane to be let in. I obliged, and he hopped through the door to take up his perch in the back of the sofa, his eyes beginning to droop with sleep before he was fully settled.


I read through my encoded notes and began frantically typing them up into more readable English, making sure to include the notes Officer Jenny had given me. The notes were incomplete, and would be until a post mortem could be done on the body to give exact causes of death, and any hints as to what, why or who killed him off.


I knew the autopsy would come back with the same results as the last four; no marks on the body aside from one small puncture wound to the back of the left calf. High levels of Nidoran poison in the blood, cause of death would have been internal bleeding, caused by the poison. But, none of this helped me particularly much.


Nidoran were too common to accurately give us an identification of the assailant, and their poison was the same in every specimen. The only specific the poison could give us was whether the Nidoran was a Male or Female variety, and that had already been idetified as the male line of the Nidoran species. They had no idea whether it was a Nidoran, a Nidorino or a Nidoking, as their poison didn't change in its chemical characteristics as the species evolved, which meant that was a dead end.


I finished with my notes and turned to the registration database, which contained details of every single human being in Sinnoh – from their age and occupation, to their blood type and DNA. I drew up an old session which compared the previous four murder victims, and added in the latest victim's details, like his height, approximate age, eye colour, weight. I scanned through the list, accompanied by pictures, and stopped when I found the picture.


Name - Michael Anderson
Age – 37 Date of Birth - 19th January 1972
Occupation – Developer for Total Centre Electronics
Family – None
Education – University of Sinnoh, Chemical and Biochemical Engineering


I blinked at the screen and felt my head droop to the desk. I hated the fact that I couldn't find anything to link any of the victims and that-


My train of thought paused as I looked at the file again. I flicked to the other files, and suddenly I saw the link. All of them had graduated the same year from the same university, and all of them had studied a science, all of them had no family. I shook my head in disbelief that I had totally missed the obvious link between the victims, and I dialled Jenny's number quickly from memory.


“Hello? Elise, is that you?” She sounded half-asleep, but I knew she wouldn't have been to bed yet – the hospital were always slow in sending someone to collect dead bodies.


“Jenny! I found the link between the victims – they all studied science at Sinnoh, and graduated the same year,” I told her, trying to contain the excitement in my voice.


“How did this get missed before?” she asked a little snappily, and I understood her impatience.


“The programme looks for patterns, it doesn't look for individual fields in the database. So, age, date of birth, place of birth and such like will get compared by the programme, but other fields, like graduating from Sinnoh the same year, are not compared by the programme,” I explained, jotting a note down to rip someone at the programming department's head off later for their crappy programming.


“So, are there any other links?” Jenny asked me, and she sounded a little more pleased than she had done earlier.


“I need to do some more digging yet, and have a look at what they were working on, but I should be able to report back later today, tomorrow at the latest,” I replied, and was already adding a to-do list to my notepad. “I'll probably have to leave Eterna to chase some of these leads, but I'll fly instead of cycling, so I shouldn't be gone too long,” I finished, hoping she'd agree.


“Okay, Elise, that's fine. I'll speak to you later; try and go to bed, or else you'll be worthless tomorrow,” Jenny warned, then hung up on me. I was used to her hanging up without saying goodbye, and replaced the handset on my own phone before hitting 'Print File' on the computer screen. While it printed out, I changed out of my work clothes into something more suited for sleeping and brushed my teeth, splashing water on my face and drying it quickly before jogging back to the printer. I pulled the files out, sorted them, and stapled them in their correct order and in their piles. I stacked them up, added my to-do list onto the top, turned off all the lights and closed the blinds then wandered into the bedroom.


I pulled the blackout blinds around the large windows, and was cocooned in the dark for a moment before my eyes adjusted to the light. The bed was still unmade as I had left it at midnight, but I jumped into it just the same and snuggled down into the duvet.


You had better not snore all day. I blew a raspberry at Gardevoir, who was laying on top of the duvet next to me, and I rolled onto my side so my back was facing her. Very adult, was the last thing I heard before sleep dragged me under.

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Old January 26th, 2009, 12:10 AM
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Wow.

Just wow.

I love crime novels, I read a lot of them and am big into crime shows as you yourself know celuthea and this, so far, tops all that I have read. I think it's partly due to the fact that you've been able to brilliantly combine both forensics and Pokémon together, but mostly because you know what you are talking about, you've got the experience and you know it's been done right and I felt that really came across.

As far as the actual story, it's looking really interesting and intriguing, really can't wait for the next chapter just to get a wee bit more info on who or what the killer may be ^.^ I like Elise's team, even the Zapdos (something which would normally bother me), you were just able to make it work so congrats to you!

It's usually very difficult to get me to follow a fic, I find a lot of fics and even actual books these days just don't hold my interest long enough. I have now read this chapter 3 times in the last 24hours and I'm still as enthralled as I was on the first sitting.

Excellent job!

I can't wait for me ^.^

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Old January 26th, 2009, 12:59 AM
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Hi Celuthea I'm Artek, nice to meet you.

It was also nice, well truth be told, better than nice, to read your story. Laterna had told me about you and your story and I was eager to read it. I also enjoy the morelikely crime shows now and again. I had to analyse them in detail as part of my film course last year.

One thing I wanted to say is that I too would also have been annoyed at the Zapdos. Typical thing is that when people recieve a legendary and they are in fics they get all big headed and hell at the top of their voice, "I'm the best, I'm the best, I'm the best!" You didn't and I love that.

You also seem to be able to fit into this sort of genre easily, as with your own field of study I'll guess. The story was incredible balanced,moving and switcing from the cime it;sef, the investigation and your own personal touches about the life of Elise.

I wanna know who the killer is too

A great story...keep it up


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Old January 26th, 2009, 08:06 AM
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Hello to both of you, and it's nice to meet you Artek!

Both your comments have put the hugest smile on my face today, and inspired me to write more. I was a little iffy about putting Zapdos in there, but my love for Legendary pokémon over took me. I wanted to make her ownership of him fit in with the story, and in the Anime they found Zapdos, Articuno and Moltres eggs, so I followed that one and had him in there!

Hopefully you'll enjoy the next chapter; there'll be more science and a little less pokémon, but I'm hoping to have my first battle in the next few chapters too!

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Hi everyone! So here's Chapter Two, sorry it's been so long in coming, University stole away all my writing time, but now the work is done and marked, so lot more time for writing - always good!


It's a lot more scientific this time around, but right at the end you'll find some links so you can follow the technological equipment Elise is using. If you have questions, please feel free to Private Message me and I'll do my best ^.^


Until next time, enjoy! celuthea xxx


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I was woken rudely by my phone ringing. I opened one eye and peered at the offensive electrical, willing it to quiet down so I could get some more sleep. It didn't; it kept ringing, an obnoxious noise that shattered any hope of me getting back to sleep. “What?” I asked briskly as I answered, wanting to convey my displeasure at being woken up.


“Hi, Elise, it's Marcus from the hospital,” came the voice at the other end. He was someone who understood being snappy when you were trying to sleep.


“Right, about the autopsy,” I said, flopping back against the pillows and pulling the duvet up to my chin. Even if I wasn't asleep, I could at least be comfortable. “Any news?”


“Some, yes. It was the usual story with the cause of death; massive internal haemorrhaging induced by Nidoran poison,” he told me, and must have heard the defeatist sigh I gave, because he then added, “But I did find chloroform in his bloodstream.”


“You have my attention, doc,” I replied, shooting out of bed and grabbing the nearest piece of paper and pen to jot things down on. “Were the levels high enough to have knocked him out?”


“No, only enough to incapacitate him. Less than 0.1 millimole per unit,” he told me, and I calculated the concentration in my head. “He could have been unconscious for a few minutes, but no longer than that.”


“Any idea on the mode of absorption?” He laughed, and I pouted – I did not like to be laughed at.


“Always the scientist, Elise. It was inhaled, we found fibres from a cloth in his throat that he must have inhaled at the time of ingestion of the chloroform, because they had the highest concentration of the drug on them.” Marcus' thoroughness was one of his most redeeming features; most other pathologists would have ignored the trachea, instead looking for an injection point or other, more visible injuries. “He was also tied up, going by the ligature marks on his wrists. I found some trace in his watch strap and send it to the lab, so it's there waiting for you. It looks, if you ask me, like something grass or plant based, so test it against samples of things like Bulbasaur and his line.”


“Right-o, will do. How about the puncture wound? Anything unusual there?” I asked, frantically scribbling down everything we came up with.


“Same as all the others, except there was no tearing around the wound so the victim didn't fight back, which supports the chloroform theory,” he told me, and sounded like he'd run a race in his hurry to tell me every detail.


“I think that's enough to keep me busy, Marcus! Thanks again,” I said, and he returned the thanks and hung up. I stared at the piece of paper I had written all over, trying to make some sense of the notes that were barely legible.


Any news? Gardevoir's hand was on my arm, and I jumped a little at the sudden touch, staring a little wide-eyed at her in the half-light.


“A little, yeah. I think it's time to get up and go do some work,” I told her and she nodded and gracefully stepped off of the bed and began to open the curtains.


I threw myself on the bed and stretched out, stretching all my joints out to ease the sleepy stiffness that had invaded them. At full stretch, my six-foot form reached the foot board of the bed, and when I stretched my arms out I stuck almost two feet off the end of the bed. I was always being told that I was too skinny, but it was difficult to have any sort of weight when you lived off one meal a day plus coffee and snacks and I was not bothered either way about my appearance. I was tolerable to look at, though the photo on my laboratory pass would tell you other wise, and I was always able to find clothes that fitted me and suited me, so I felt unable to comment either way.


I got up and finished stretching, pulling my back into alignment with a satisfying 'crunch' noise, then moved through the the en suite bathroom to use the toilet and assess my appearance, placing the notes on top of the toilet cistern. Nothing much had changed since the night before, though I had forgotten to take my make-up off and was, as such, vaguely resembling a Spinda with huge marks around my eyes. Gardevoir laughed at me, and I threw a towel at her and cranked the shower up.


The water was almost scalding hot, but between the hot water and the vigorous scrubbing I performed on my skin, thinking hard about the case. It was puzzling me, the way the MO, or modus operandi, of the murders had changed so rapidly. The victim before last had been snatched and killed within moments of each event, but there was evidence to suggest that this victim had been abducted and held for questioning.


My musings were cut severely short when Swampert decided that he, too, needed to have a shower, and stepped boldly into the bath and stopped, waiting for me to hose him down. I laughed and pulled the shower out of the holder to spray him down, and he returned the favour by dousing me with bubbles from his Bubblebeam attack. “No fair, your water is cold!” I scolded him, rinsing the last of the soap off my skin and turning the shower off before leaping out of the bath and grabbing a towel.


Once I was suitably dry and dressed, I set up food for my pokémon and allowed my computer to boot up at its own pace while I brewed some coffee and put some toast in the toaster. Before it was done I opened all of the blinds, and was greeted by another bright and sunny mid-spring day, complete with cawing Wingull. At least, for once, I'd get some form of breakfast, even if I would be working through when I should have been enjoying it.


When the computer was finished, I plonked myself down in front of it with my toast on a plate in my hand and began to query various databases about the victims so far. Everything I found that correlated with one of the other victims, I noted it down on my notepad until, within two hours, I had a fairly good picture of why these men were attacked.


Firstly, they were all working on projects that held a 'Top Secret' classification (easily by-passed by my international highest level security pass), and when I had a closer look at these projects, I realized they were all connected to the energy released when a pokémon evolved. The topics that were being investigated ranged from harnessing the energy to how it could be adequately converted into a more usable form of energy, such as electricity.


Secondly, each and every one of them had full security clearance into the top level projects at the companies they worked for. From this, I concluded that whoever had killed them had done so for this security clearance and for whatever it was that was so well hidden that their companies hadn't declared it's existence. The fact that there were such things so well hidden made me feel distinctly uncomfortable, but I knew that I could never find out what the secrets were.


The last, and most disturbing thing that I found out, was that all of the victims had ties to the disbanded Team Rocket vigilante group from a few years ago. When I read that piece of information, I felt my heart sink and the room seemed a little darker, like someone had put a dimmer switch on the sun. Team Rocket had been involved in many schemes including the theft of rare pokémon from trainers across the Kanto region.


I had been called into the case a little before the press got hold of the details, and it was one case that will always stay with me. The things they did to take the pokémon, up to and including murder of innocent people trying to protect their pokémon and the assault of countless people. Then, as suddenly as the problems with Team Rocket began, they seemed to disband of their own accord. Rumours went around the newspapers about some kid breaking up the notorious gang, others said that their leader, Giovanni, had been killed in a fire that destroyed his laboratory, but whatever the reason, there had been no further problems with Team Rocket.


I was so engrossed in my work that when the phone rang, I physically jumped in my chair and had to catch myself on the edge of the desk to prevent the wheeled chair from tipping over. My hand flew to the receiver, and I answered in a breathy voice. “H-hello?”


“Elise? Is that you?” I smiled at the familiarity of the masculine voice.


“Lance, of course it's me,” I replied, and he laughed by response. I was used to Lance taking the piss out of me; it was a big brother thing, or so he told me, despite the fact that we were friends and not in the slightest related. He was the reigning champion of the Pokémon League of Kanto, and his team of dragon pokémon were truly fearsome to behold.


“Are you working on the Poison Point case?” he asked, and sounded a little nervous about bringing the case up. “I only ask because the news has reached Kanto, and you know how Lorelai gets about murders.”


“I am working on it, yeah, but not a lot to tell you right now. You know how it is,” I told him evasively. I would tell him in a heartbeat if I could, but we were so desperate to keep details of the killings out of the press that I needed to be careful what I said and to whom. “It's not that I don't trust you, but... We have to keep this stuff under wraps, Lance, you know how it is,” I repeated, hating myself for saying the hollow, meaningless words to someone I cared for, but I had to keep things secret when they were about open cases.


“Elise, don't worry about it, I understand! Sometimes, we have to just follow the rules and put up with it. You should just consider yourself lucky that I understand these things,” he said with an air of someone important about him.


“Lance, to me you'll always be a spotty teenager that babysat for me when I was a kid,” I told him and laughed at his stunned silence, waiting for the retort that I knew would come.


“Yes, but what a good babysitter I made! You're still alive, aren't you?” he replied and laughed, seeing the joke in my statement, and I laughed along with him. It felt good to laugh along with my best friend, as if I could pretend for a few minutes that I had a normal, boring job and didn't have to deal with dead people every day. “What's up? You don't seem very happy, Elise.”


“I'm okay, it's just this case is giving me a headache,” I confided, rubbing my eyes. “Every time I think I've got to the bottom of it, I find something new that totally throws me off course.”


“Aren't you used to that by now?” he teased, trying to lighten my mood. “Every time you think you've got to my bottom I throw you off course!” I laughed, and he laughed back.


“Believe me, I have no desire to see or find your bottom,” I replied with a stupid smile on my face, then checked my watch. “Lance, I have to go to the laboratory and do some analysis on some stuff Marcus sent over. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?”


“Okay, I know when I'm not wanted,” he told me, pretending to sound hurt. “Take care of yourself, Elise,” he finished, and the phone went dead. I needed to find friends who had better phone manners, I thought with another smile as I shut my computer down and polished off my coffee.


Isn't that cold by now? I smirked at Gardevoir, and she shook her head in disbelief. Humans really are disgusting.


“Cold coffee tastes horrible, but it has the same caffeine level as hot coffee, so I'm happy,” I told her, brushing past her to wash my plate and cup up and leaving it to dry. I opened the drawer beside the oven and pulled my six pokéballs out, returning each of my pokémon to their respective balls. I never went anywhere without all six of them safely in my bag, and when I was feeling really paranoid, I would keep Gardevoir out of her ball as a little extra protection.


I packed my day to day belongings into my bag and, with a hurried check of my reflection, left the apartment with a spring in my step, thinking about the work I was going to do at the lab. I turned the radio on my Pokétech on to my favourite station, and hummed along with the popular song playing as I retrieved my bike from the bike storage on the ground floor. Waving at one of my neighbours, who waved back, I hopped onto my bike, pulled some sunglasses over my eyes at the bright sunshine outside.


I coasted down the rest of the slope to the crossroads, still humming and singing along to the music and waving at people I recognised. Sunshine could never fail to raise my spirits, and as I pulled into my laboratory a few minutes later, I had a spring in my step. It was a perk to working in such a small town that it only took me a few minutes to get to the lab, whereas in Sunnyshore it could take me closer to ten or fifteen minutes of cycling on the solar road as long as the traffic was quiet.


I had a spring in my step as I swiped my card into the card reader and the door swung open automatically to the cool, air conditioned laboratory. The small building contained a main lab, toilets, a small kitchen and a small office area, but was very well equipped with the latest machinery. I checked the in box, and found the small, sealed bag which contained the mysterious trace evidence from the victim's wrists.


I suited up, ensuring there was not a scrap of hair or skin on show, then opened the bag and removed the trace from the bag with tweezers and put it in a small centrifuge tube. I added some enzymes to break the trace down, then put it into the centrifuge with a counter-balance and set it to spin for ten minutes. It was a long and drawn out process, but once I had the results in my hand, I knew it would be worth the wait.


In the mean time, I started up the mass spectrometer, a machine that could read the chemical composition of a sample and tell you what it was and where it came from. I calibrated it, and a little before I finished, the centrifuge was done. I removed the sample and inserted it into the mass spectrometer and set the machine to run.


It didn't take long until I had a result, and the printer suddenly starting up made me jump. I whipped the sheet out of the paper tray and peered at it critically, smiling a little when I saw that Marcus was right. The trace had come from one of Bulbasaur's line, a vine from a vine whip attack, in fact. Bulbasaur's were fairly uncommon, and the combination of a Bulbasaur and a Nidoran would be even less common. It was a lead, a weak lead, but a lead that filled me with hope.


When the phone began to ring, I answered it with a big beaming smile. “Hello, Eterna Forensics Laboratory?”
“Elise, glad to catch you at work,” Officer Jenny said, and I could hear that my jovial mood was not infectious. “There's another body, only this time, he's still alive.”




Just for reference, so you guys know what I'm on about:


Centrifuge Tube - http://www.crscientific.com/centrifuge-tube.jpg
Centrifuge - http://biology.clc.uc.edu/fankhauser...e_P2060005.jpg
Mass Spectrometer - http://besg.group.shef.ac.uk/Facilities/Images/gcms.JPG
Mass Spectrometer Read-Out - http://www.alevelchemistry.co.uk/Qui..._magnesium.gif
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I didn't know you wrote fan-fiction too And so far, I am impressed. I'm a big fan of the crime investigation documentaries (a really good one they have over here in the States is Court TV's Forensic Files. I'm reading another "murder-mystery" fic currently, but yours has a firm root in the science behind the investigations. I've always been impressed with how forensic investigators can work with scant pieces of evidence and deduce the identity of the suspect from there. And so far, that's what it seems Elise is up against in her investigation.

I also like the "off-time" scenes with Elise and her Pokemon, and how they all interact with each other. My eyes did get a bit wide upon mentioning Zapdos, but its presence actually seems plausible. I especially like the relation between her and Gardevoir.

Back to the science involved, I think it's impressive how you use your field of study to make the investigation into the murders very detailed. This is without a doubt the best marriage of Pokemon and forensic investigation that I have ever seen in my time with reading fan-fiction. Of course, such fics aren't that common, but the level of detail and accuracy you put into Elise's investigation of the crime already has me hooked.

On a final note, going to sleep at daybreak and waking up in the early afternoon... that's how I sleep just about every day (in fact, when we did our Wi-fi trade a few days ago, it was about 5:45 AM my time, and I headed to bed right afterward XD)

I really enjoyed the first two chapters, and I'll certainly be looking forward to more!
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Hi all! This has been a little late in coming due to a few issues with my University work (long, boring story, but there), so I'm very pleased to present chapter three!

Welcome to my fanfic, Elite Overlord LeSabre! I appreciate your review very much, and I hope that it was a pleasant surprise to find A Darker Day. The scenes with the Pokémon are, too, my favourite parts, as I like to develop relationships in my fanfiction between 'family' members or, in this case, team mates.

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Officer Jenny didn't bother with buzzing the bell to be let into the laboratory; instead, she had her Luxray zap the small electronic control pad, and the door fell loose in its hinges. “You could have knocked,” I said, not looking up from the microscope I was peering down. She huffed and took the nearest stool, crossing her arms glaring at nothing in particular.


“Did you not hear me on the phone? We have to get to the hospital, right away! We have to question the witness, collect evidence, you know, do our jobs!” I glanced over at her, and took in her balled fists and red cheeks with a feeling of guilt. “ELISE!” she bellowed so loudly that my hand jerked on the focus knob and I shattered the slide.


“He's dead, Jenny; they called just before you got here,” I replied calmly, removing the broken slide gingerly to not cut my fingers and rescuing the small hair sample from the cover slip, before tossing the slide and the cover slip into the disinfectant.


“Thanks for telling me,” she sniffed and took her seat again, sounding dejected, and stayed in silence as she calmed down. “Anything good?” she asked with guilt at exploding plain in her voice as I added water to the new slide, laid the hair sample into it and then added a new cover slip.


“No, I just thought I'd see if there was anything interesting on the hair of the victim. Sometimes, you can see bands of colour within the hair which can be tested for drugs or exposure to certain chemicals,” I explained, focussing the microscope carefully, then moving the slide around to look at the whole length of the hair. “This guy hasn't even taken any painkillers in the last few months, let alone being around something lethal.”


“How do you know how old the sample is?” Jenny asked me, getting up to have a look. I stepped aside to allow her space to view the sample, and considered my answer.


“Hair grows at a rate of around half an inch per month. Our hair sample is a little over three inches, suggesting that it's been around six months since it was last cut, which gives us a six month window of exposure, and so far, nothing,” I told her, then retrieved another sample and swapped them under the microscope. “Though if you look at this one,” I started, and she moved aside to let me focus the microscope, “You can see a deep band of discolouration. I checked the colour, and according to the book, that type of discolouration is usually attributed to a massive intake of drugs, most commonly pain killers.”


“You mean, he tried to take an overdose?” she asked me darkly, frowning a little at the intimation.


“No; I checked his medical records, he was beaten up pretty badly on his way home from work at a time that fits pretty well with the discolouration of his hair, and he had his briefcase stolen,” I concluded, and gave her the file. She opened it and leant back on the bench while I tidied my work away and changed out of my lab coat into my black jacket, shivering a little at the cold fabric and fiddling with the collar.


“What was in the briefcase?” Jenny asked as I moved to begin to shut the machinery, knowing the protocol so well I barely needed to watch what I was doing.


“According to his office, there was a couple of prototype pokéballs and a plan for a mobile pokémon storage computer, but none of them were one of a kind or particularly valuable. I mean, they told me that the pokéballs didn't even work!” I replied, and Jenny forced a laugh. Our eyes met for a second and the emotion I had been feeling all day seemed to dart between us. Helpless. I am helpless to stop them, helpless to save the men, helpless to save anyone...


“We'll find them,” I said, brushing my fears aside with a hand gesture and smiling at her. “What am I going to do with that door?” Jenny glanced at me, and I waggled a finger at her in a teasing way as I found a roll of crime scene tape. “C'mon, let's get to the hospital and see Marcus,” I told her, leading the way out of the lab and turning to seal the door with the tape. I knew no one in the quiet town would break the seal into the lab until I could get someone to come and repair the unit Jenny had destroyed. “Did you remember to pack some clothes?” I asked her, and indicated the rucksack strapped to my bike.


“Of course I did,” she retorted, and held up a large holdall which she attached in a practised manner to her bicycle handlebars. I laughed and adjusted my handbag so it wouldn't slip down my arm as we cycled before I pulled my bike off its stand and reached into my bag to let Zapdos spread his wings, and he leapt out of his pokéball with a loud cry, almost knocking both of us off our feet with the up draft from his great wings.


“Do you trust him to come back?” Jenny asked, putting her hand over her eyes to dim the light from the setting sun. I checked my pokétech for the time, and was shocked to find that it was nearing six o'clock.


“If he wants to be fed, particularly the rare candy I have in my bag, he'll come back,” I told her, leaping onto my bike and slapping the Officer on the arm. “Race ya!” I laughed, pushing off from the kerb and hurtling down the road away from her. She laughed and pedalled off in pursuit, though I had the advantage of longer legs and a small head start, but after a few minutes I slowed up and let her catch up so we could talk as we coasted around the large statue of the pokémon of Sinnoh, Dialga and Palkia.


I glanced up at the statues in a little awe; they were truly beautiful. They showed the two great pokémon locked in fierce battle, with Dialga, ruler of Time, rearing over Palkia, ruler of Space, Palkia's neck in Dialga's mighty jaws. However, though after a cursory glance one would think Dialga had the upper hand, you could see that Palkia had one of Dialga's front legs gripped in its sharp claws. I loved the statue, and often couldn't help but stare at the immense statue.


“You like the statue?” Jenny asked me, and I nodded and corrected the wobble my bike had gained.


“I think it's beautiful,” I agreed, and she laughed. “What?”


“You know, people say that Dialga was what that Team Galactic were after a few years ago,” she said, and I raised my eyebrows.


“Are you serious? Capturing the pokémon that keeps time flowing as it should?” I laughed, and she shrugged and gave me a look that told me she was serious. “You're deadly serious, aren't you?”


“Completely! There was this kid who disbanded them, and he said he'd met Dialga and Palkia, as well as Mespirit, Uxie and Azelf, up the top of Mount Coronet,” she told me, and I couldn't help the disbelief on my face. She sighed and shook her head, admitting defeat in converting me to her folklore. I was a scientist; if I could see it, and touch it, then it was real. I even struggled to believe in Arceus, the God of pokémon that completed the whole world and everything in it. For me, science won over spirituality, and I had seen and helped to sequence Mew's DNA, and she was the origin of all pokémon.


“Sorry Jen, but unless I can see it, stick it in a machine and know it's real, then I can believe it,” I told her, and she giggled a little then sighed again. Though she would never admit it, she did believe in Arceus and it was this faith that let her deal with some of the horrible things we saw every day. “Anyway, is it just me or is the perpetrator speeding up on the number of abductions?”


“Always got your head on work, right Elise?” Jenny replied with a laugh in her voice, then she took a breath before adding, “It certainly seems that way to me. We've gone from one a week, to two, and now four this week, and it's only Thursday.” I did the maths in my head, figuring that we could have potentially two more bodies before Sunday. It was not a happy thought as we came up on the entrance to Mount Coronet, and I pulled up hard in the sandy earth and whistled as loudly as I could, covering my face as Zapdos landed in a flurry of sand on the floor beside me. I fumbled one-handed in my bag and fetched his pokéball out and returned him to it, not wanting to risk him getting lost in Mount Coronet.


“Luxray, go!” I heard Jenny shout, and I turned to see the blue lion pokémon standing beside her, her hand on it's shoulder. I smiled and let Swampert out of his red and white ball and dismounted my bike. It wasn't safe to ride through Mount Coronet, due to the large number of pokémon and uneven ground that was rife there, so we pushed our bikes along and entered the inky blackness of the cave. “Luxray, use flash so we can see.” I covered my eyes for a moment to safe being half-blinded by the bright flash Luxray loosed, then peeled my hand away from my eyes and was greeted by the familiar surroundings of the cave.


“It never changes in here, does it?” I said, my voice echoing loudly around us as we wove through the maze of boulders that blocked our path. It was still early enough that Zubat and Golbat were resting high above our heads, and we only had to dodge around Geodude and Graveler that hurried from our path. It did not stop the two campers that came around the corner and, spotting us, drew their pokéballs.


“I am Officer Jenny of Eterna City, drop your pokéballs,” she called, but I laid my hand on her arm and shook my head. I was in the mood for a battle, because it had been far too long.


“I challenge you to a double battle,” I called, and the two campers agreed and told me their names were Darren and Suzi, and their threw their pokéballs and I grinned a little too wide when I was met by a Sandslash and a Prinlup. “Swampert, show them how it's done,” I told him, and he stepped forwards to stand level with Jenny's Luxray.


“Sandslash, use slash!” Darren yelled, but my Swampert was too quick, and he shot a fast beam of bubbles from his mouth and his Sandslash in the centre of the chest. The super-effective attack knocked Sandslash out, and Darren returned it to it's pokéball with an air of defeat. He tossed the next ball and a Vileplume leapt out. He obviously misjudged my Swampert, who was too quick once again and loosed a vicious ice beam attack, which again was super effective against the grass-type Vileplume. I knew from the beginning that I would win, just due to my experience, but it had been fun nonetheless, and I shook Darren's hand amicably and telling him that all he needed was a little more training.


Meanwhile, Officer Jenny had dispatched the Prinlup and was working on Suzi's Gastrodon, which mean that Jenny was at a disadvantage. Her electric type attacks were not touching the part-ground Gastrodon, and I felt a little powerless to help her as her Luxray fell to a Mud Bomb attack. I darted forwards and grabbed Luxray, dragging him to safety while Jenny considered her options and tossed a ball which contained her Tangela, a little bundle of weeds with red shoes sticking out the bottom. “Tangela! Use Razor Leaf!” Jenny cried, and Tangela obeyed without a hitch, bringing the mighty Gastrodon down.


I sprayed Luxray with a spare Hyper Potion that was in my bag as Jenny said her farewells to the two campers, ensuring to give me the full brunt of her 'I am not impressed' glare. “What? Tell me you didn't enjoy that,” I told her with a laugh, stroking Luxray's fur gently while he recovered from his faint.


“I did, but Luxray could have been seriously hurt,” she grumbled at me, and I threw the empty spray bottle of Super Potion at her, which she caught deftly and shook her head like she was scolding a child.


“But he's not, Jenny – look, he's fine,” I retorted, and the blue lion stood up and shook himself all over. I crawled back a step when I spotted the sparks jumping along his fur, not wanting to meet the same end as the man who had found my hatchling Zapdos. Jenny tutted at me and I ignored her as I stood back up and patted my leg to summon Swampert back to me. His size alone meant that he waddled a little when he walked, but he had the biggest smile on his face I had seen in a long time, and I made sure to make a suitably big fuss of him before we set off again.


The journey seemed through the mountain came to an end remarkably quickly, and we emerged to see a beautiful pink sunset stretched out before us as we returned our pokémon to their pokéballs and coasted down the hill to Celestic Town, where we would be staying before our journey to Veilstone City and the regions hospital.
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If there's anything that I've learned from watching those Court TV documentaries, it's that working in a forensic laboratory requires the utmost concentration. So I kinda laughed when Jenny burst in and almost ruined that hair sample. The growth rate of human hair and the discoloration caused by chemicals and drugs was an interesting fact, and I do think I recall hearing something about that on the programs I watch.

I also enjoyed the part with Elise and Jenny debating whether Arceus and Mew was the creator of Pokemon, and the science vs. religion debate surrounding it - though I knew what side Elise would take.

I do have a bit of a gripe with the battle in Mt. Coronet. It felt a bit rushed and tacked-on, especially since in-game there aren't wandering trainers inside. Elise beating down the other trainer with just one attack was a bit of a turn-off as well; it would have been nice for the battle to last several turns so we could get a feel for how she conducts battle. It would have also made the whole encounter flow more smoothly.

Other than that, though, it seems like the plot is moving forward, as it looks like an autopsy is going to be in order. I'm looking forward to seeing if any new clues will be found at the hospital.
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Hello again! I'm so pleased you've continued to enjoy this fic, and in part the Mew vs Arceus argument was inspired by a religion vs science piece I was writing for university - a little life imitating art thing there!

Thank you for your critique on the battle, I was a little worried about writing it too rushed and confused, so thank you for picking at it and I will keep your critique in mind when it comes to the next battle (probably in chapter 5).

Again, thank you so much for the review, and I hope you enjoy the next chapter when it's up!

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that chapter was just the best, and the battle was cool! I luaghed at the bit where Jenny busrt through the door and nearly ruined her hair sample =D
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:o This is amazing stuff. Can't wait for more!!

Usually I dont get too into the fanfic stuff, but this is purty gewd. :3
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Hi again everyone! Thanks for all your support and reviews, I'm glad you are enjoying this as much as I am enjoying writing it. This is an interesting chapter where we find a little more out about Elise and her past, so I hope it's interesting to you all.


Chapter 5 is in the works, just been a busy week this week and University has eaten my writing time, but it seems to be quieting down again, so I hope to have that finished soon. Anywhoo, again I owe big thanks to my wonderful beta, Laterna, without whom this would epically fail. Thanks, sweetie!


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I stared at the ceiling, telling myself that if I fell asleep now, I'd get 7 hours, fourteen minutes and thirty seconds sleep. Now, twenty seconds sleep. “Damn stupid case,” I muttered, standing up from the uncomfortable hotel bed and turning the light on.




Hey, some of us are trying to sleep here! I turned and stuck my tongue out at Gardevoir, heading for my rucksack and pulling out a book before settling beside the floor lamp and turning the main light off to keep her, and the other Pokémon, quiet. I started looking through the book about identifying pokémon footprints, staring at the pictures and hardly seeing them, rereading sentences a few times to really understand their meaning.




Bored, I got up, grabbed Gardevoir by the arm and headed outside the little hotel to wander around the quiet little town. The wind whistled through, down the gulley over the river and past me to whip around Mount Coronet's snowy peak, and made me pull the collar of my jacket up against it. I made my way down the dip and into the ruins, glad to be out of the wind as I slipped my jacket off.




It's creepy in here in the dark. I looked at Gardevoir and smiled.




“You know the dark has never bothered me,” I replied, finding the small torch I had in my jacket pocket and pressing the button on the end to shoot the thin beam of light out into the darkness. The cavern was small enough that I could see the far wall dimly in the gloom, and I headed towards it to look at the carvings in the back wall stone.




The carvings depicted the story of Uxie, Azelf and Mespirit, the so-called 'Mirage' pokémon of the three lakes of Sinnoh. I'd seen it before – I even had a framed photograph of the carving on my desk at home, along side the photograph of the grand Dialga and Palkia statue near to Eterna City, and yet, standing here in front of the carving, I felt awed by it. “It's beautiful, don't you think?”




It looks like a wall with a carving Venusaur could have done. I tutted at Gardevoir, and she crossed her arms and turned her back to me to display her displeasure at my tutting. You've got company, she told me, and I turned and flashed the torch down the cavern.




“If you were trying to blind me, you have succeeded,” came the female voice back, and Gardevoir stepped protectively in front of me. I could hear whoever it was moving through the cavern, and the hairs on the back of my neck and the tops of my arms stood to attention as adrenaline flooded my body. “There's a light switch to the right of the carving, would you care to turn it on?” I blushed and fumbled my way to the wall, feeling the rough surface until I came across a switch, which I flicked on. I turned to see who had disturbed my midnight wanderings, and found myself looking at Cynthia, the pokémon league champion of many years. “I heard you were around, and the receptionist at the hotel said you'd gone for a walk.”




“Yeah, I couldn't sleep, but I am also not dressed for entertaining, I'm afraid,” I apologised, indicating the pyjamas I had on, complete with Igglybuff designs and balloons. Cynthia laughed, and I couldn't help but smile at the ridiculousness of the situation. “What brings you back to Celestic Town?”




“My Grandmother has fallen ill, sadly,” Cynthia replied, looking downcast for a moment, before her face changed with a smile. “It's been too long, Elise. Last time I saw you, you were going to the University of Johto to study, and I was staying behind to continue my studies into the mythology of Sinnoh.” She had a point. We had gone to trainer school together and had been friends, staying with one another's family during the summer holidays because she lived in Celestic Town and I came from Floarama Town. Once, my parent's took us both to Kanto where my maternal Grandparents lived, and I finally got to introduce Cynthia to the 'cool boy who babysits me when I stay with Grandad and Nan', Lance. We'd promised to stay in touch, and for the first few years, as we travelled around Sinnoh, Kanto, Johto and Hoenn, battling leagues as we went along, we did manage to write often. It had all petered out, like many things do, when I had gone so far away to do my degree.




“It really has been too long – I heard about your success with the league, good on you,” I congratulated, and she went pink and giggled. “How's that Feebas I traded you getting along?” She opened her messenger bag and enlarged her pokéball before pressing the button on the front and releasing the enormous Milotic from the ball, who curled around Cynthia and shook her graceful head. “Wow,” I said, looking up at the huge pokémon in awe at her immense size, stepping back a little to fully see all of her.




“Wow, indeed, but look at your Ralts! She's grown into a beautiful Gardevoir,” Cynthia cooed back, looking Gardevoir up and down with an enthusiastic smile.




Well done, Captain Obvious. I gave Gardevoir a look. Oh, please, this frantic fan-girling it getting a little much. Ask her what she knows about the murders, and do your job. She had a point, though I was not about to tell the stubborn pokémon that. Instead, I turned back to Cynthia, and she saw the look on my face before returning Milotic to her pokéball.




“Cynthia, what do you know about these murders? I mean, the ones of the researchers?” I asked her, and her face betrayed how concerned she was about them.




“I don't know very much, but I remember a couple of months ago, I helped this kid out with Team Galactic. I didn't like what they were saying, if that doesn't sound too vague. Though my memory is a little sketchy, I remember that they were talking about using the Mirage pokémon and Dialga and Palkia to create a new world – at least, that's what the kid told me. But, they went around stealing trainer's pokémon before evolving them and looking into the power they gave off. They found that if the pokémon were forced to evolve, then the power they gave off was almost double what it was if they evolved naturally,” Cynthia explained, and I nodded enthusiastically, trying to remember every detail of what she told me for later use.




“I think I heard about this, but third or fourth hand,” I admitted, then gathered my thoughts and formulated a question. “Do you think Team Galactic could be behind these deaths?” Cynthia tried to smile, but failed and shrugged, turning away from me.


“I don't see any reason why they couldn't be behind them. I mean, if they want pokémon and technology, what better group to target than researchers? They could kill two Starly with one stone, if you'll pardon the turn of phrase,” she replied, then looked troubled. “But Team Galactic never really had the brains to keep this kind of thing hidden for so long, especially with someone like you on their tail.”




“Thanks, I think! But I agree, they don't have the brains or the resources to commit crimes like this, which is one of the things that most bothers me about this case. It's too perfect, you know?” I asked her, and she laughed and ran her fingers through her hair in a practised mannerism. “I just don't know where to go next, what to look at. I'm en route with the Eterna Officer Jenny to the Veilstone hospital to look over the victim, but the modus operandi suggests that there could be up to two more bodies by the time we get back to Eterna in three days time, and that's just too many bodies on the ground for my liking.”




“You always were a worrier, Elise. I could point you in the right direction for someone to help you get back to Eterna quicker?”




“You know I hate flying, or else I'd make Zapdos carry us both back,” I said, and she laughed in response.




“Yes, I remember. How is that working out, by the way? I've heard Zapdos can be rather difficult to raise and control,” she asked me. If anyone else doubted my skills as a trainer, I would have been rather offended, but Cynthia only ever did it to check that I was really okay.




“It's fun, he's very quick to learn and he gets on well with the rest of them, even Miss Happy-Cheery over there,” I replied, indicating Gardevoir who crossed her arms and turned her back on me.




Speak for yourself, Miss I-Drink-Cold-Coffee. I smiled, and Cynthia laughed.




“You two still communicate telepathically, then,” she stated, and I laughed back.




“When she is in the mood, yes,” I told her, and checked my watch, a little surprised to find that it was nearly 2 o'clock in the morning. “Oh, look at the time! I should be getting back if I'm to get any sleep before Jenny wakes me up at 8.”




“And I should hurry and see my Grandmother to ensure I too get some sleep,” she replied, then stepped forwards and hugged me. “It's good to see you, Elise,” she said, and I returned the hug uncomfortably.




“You, too, Cynthia, I hope your Grandmother is alright,” I told her, before breaking the hug and heading for the exit of the cavern. “Are you coming?” I called.




“No, I think I'll take a moment down here, first, but you go on ahead, I'll catch you later, hopefully,” Cynthia called back, and the last I saw of her was her stepping close to the carving and laying her hands on it in silent prayer. As we headed through the foyer of the hotel, I hoped that her Grandmother would be okay, because the two were incredibly close after Cynthia's mother died.




You should pop in and see them before we leave. I glanced at Gardevoir as I produced the room key from my pyjamas' pocket and unlocked the door, then held the door for her before stepping in myself and locking the door behind me.




“I might, but it depends what happens between now and then. We might have to hurry back to Eterna, or on to Veilstone, so we'll see,” I replied out loud, stepping carefully around Venusaur and jumping onto the bed. “Goodnight, all,” I called, pulling the duvet over my shoulders and closing my eyes to try and get some sleep.




*


“I cannot believe that you went wandering around the town in the middle of the night with a murderer on the loose!” Jenny scolded shrilly as we cycled across the bridge that crossed the River Celeste on our way to Veilstone City Hospital.




“The murderer is likely to be in Eterna, firstly, and secondly, I was protected well enough. Celestic Town is a safe place, Jenny,” I replied, dodging a pot hole in the road and almost mounting the grass that stood at the sides of the road.




“But, still, it was irresponsible and gives off the wrong image to the public. We've put out publications warning people not to go wandering off in the dark by themselves, and here's our chief SOCO out wandering in the dark by herself,” she chided, and I shrugged.




“I found out something interesting, though, if you can come down off your high horse for long enough to listen to me,” I told her snappily, wanting to convey how much I disliked being told off like a naughty school child. She stayed silent, so I took a chance and told her what I had heard from Cynthia.




“So she agrees with you that Galactic couldn't do this alone, if they are behind the killings. Who else would do something like this? It's a bit too international to be one of the other well known gangs, don't you think?” I blinked at her questions and considered my answer for a few seconds.




“Jenny, I think we need to bring in some officers from other regions, specifically James from Saffron City in Kanto, Daniel from Blackthorne City in Johto and Annemarie from Mossdeep in Hoenn, because they've got the most experience in these things,” I told her, and she nodded in understanding. “I'm scared that what we're poking and prodding at is much bigger than we can handle.”




“Me, too,” she replied as we coasted into Veilstone City to begin heading for the hospital.
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WOW, this chapter was just the bets i've read, although that happens in things like this, the further on you get, the better they get, and anyway it really made me laugh. Gaurevoir is quite the snob. But anywhoo, it's juts amazing how well it's written, and you must write more! =D
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Gotta love Gardevoir

Normally, I would be a bit suspicious of a main character knowing some of the elites, but in this case it's completely understandable because of how Elise has assisted them with past investigations. Quite an interesting history she and Cynthia have, though;]

But this whole mass-murder poisoning scheme doesn't appear to be any small matter - not if officers from other regions are being called in to assist. And I'm beginning to wonder if Team Galactic has any role at all in the killings, or might be merely pawns for some larger syndicate. Whatever the case may be, this mystery is becoming more serious and complicated by the moment - and that's just the way I like my murder mysteries XD

On a final note, I think Jenny needs to learn how to relax a little
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@BumbleBlast - Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it! I really wanted to make Gardevoir into a character all of her own, so I'm glad you picked up on that.


@Elite Overlord LeSabre - Again, glad you like Gardevoir, she is hilarious fun to write! Complicated and topsy-turvy is just how I love my murder-mysteries, too, and I think this one will prove to be just that! In reference to this chapter, I took your advice on board and really tried with the end scene, I hope it's an improvement.



This promises to be one of my more revealing chapters for a while, and should set us up on the route to finding the killer. I hope you guys like it! As ever, without Laterna this wouldn't exist, so thaks so much for your support and for all the wonderful reviews I've recieved - you make me want to write more.



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I tapped the desk impatiently with my fingertips, watching the screen-saver on the computer in the autopsy room. Marcus was preparing the body, and he liked to collect the evidence on his own as a personal quirk (that and the fact that he listened to cheesey-pop tunes while he was autopsying a body). “Elise, that is incredibly annoying.”




I physically jumped when Jenny spoke, and she laughed. “Sorry, I'm nervous about what we will or wont find,” I explained evasively, and she opened her mouth for a comeback before thinking better of it and going back to looking at the posters on the wall of gross dissections of various pieces of human anatomy. “Why are you staring so intently at the dissection of the heart? Should I be worried?”




“I find the human body a fascinating thing,” Jenny replied absently, tracing the route that blood takes through the heart with her finger. I shrugged and continued tapping out a rhythm on the desk and idly watching the screen-saver, and when Marcus came through the door holding two pairs of gloves and two face masks, handing them to us.




“If you feel faint or unwell, please step out of the room, because the body on my table is the only body I will deal with in that room,” he warned, and I nodded as I gloved up deftly before helping Jenny with hers. “That being said, I've got a few things to show you on the outside of the body before we begin making cuts, so follow me,” he concluded, then headed out of the door he had come in by and we followed obediently.




“Now, notice the ligature marks around his wrists,” he said, indicating the marks around his wrists and handing me a small, sealed evidence bag containing a tiny green speck. “Looks the same under the microscope as the trace from the last body, but you'll need to verify that under a mass spec. On this body, we've got definite evidence to suggest he was bound by the ankles, too. And he put up quite a struggle against his abduction,” Marcus said, indicating the relevant points on the body and I noted down what I saw diligently.




“He saw his death coming, right?” I asked, and Marcus shrugged. “C'mon, doc, I need a straight answer,” I told him, and he considered his answer for a few moments.




“It's my professional opinion that this man knew exactly what was going to happen to him, yes,” Marcus told us, and Jenny shot me a look that I knew mirrored what was on my face. “He had a very painful death, but I'm ruling a cause of death of Nidoran poisoning, to try and convince his family that he died quickly.”




“Isn't that illegal?” Jenny asked, and Marcus and I exchanged a look.




“In the interest of protecting his widow and children from the truth, a white lie on the death certificate is worth doing. And anyway, ultimately his death was caused by Nidoran poisoning, I just think he could have survived longer had he not been tortured,” Marcus replied, and Jenny nodded. I was about to open my mouth and ask a question when my cell phone rang, blaring out an obnoxious noise until I silenced it and headed for the corridor.


“Hello?” I asked as I answered the phone. There was silence, just the sound of heavy breathing on the other end of the phone. “Who is this?” I asked and pulled the phone away from my ear to look at the screen and find a number, seeing that it was 'Unlisted'. “Whose there?” The breathing paused, and I was certain I heard breathy laughter as I felt sick to my stomach with fear. “This isn't funny, now tell me who the hell this is dammit!” I shouted, and heard that creepy laughter again before the phone went dead in my hands and I slipped back against the wall and stared at the electronic piece of equipment.




“Elise? Are you okay?” Jenny asked me and I nodded slowly, wrenching my gaze away from my phone and looking at her wide-eyed.




“Someone just prank called me, and it was just... So weird, it was like they were mocking me,” I told her and she nodded understandingly, still looking concerned for me. “They were laughing at me, but it wasn't a proper laugh, like they were trying to be quiet or something,” I stated, trying to wrack my brain to remember any single point about the person who phoned me.




“We should check your phone records and trace the call, find out who it was,” she said practically, and I nodded in agreement.




“Except they called from an unlisted cell number, so it's been destroyed already and so any trace will be useless because the phone won't exist any more. I'm fine just a little freaked out and-” I was cut off by my phone ringing again, making us both jump. I took a deep breath and answered the phone.




“Where are you, Elise?” My boss, Rob Dix, almost screamed down the phone at me.




“I'm in Veilstone, why? You knew that, I put all the right information out there,” I replied, but had a growing feeling of dread from how stressed the normally laid-back Rob was behaving.




“Your lab has been ransacked, get back to Eterna right now. I don't care how, but hurry up,” he said venomously then hung up.




“Damn,” I hissed under my breath, and Jenny gave me a quizzical look. “I'm going to have to get over my fear of flying – we need to get back to Eterna right now, the lab has been broken into.” She gasped theatrically and I sniggered, dodging a slap on the arm from her. “C'mon, let's go pack and I'll ask Cynthia for some help with the whole 'flying' thing.”


*


I remember why I hate flying. Sitting on a pokémon's back, looking at the ground a thousand miles below you, and as if that isn't bad enough, you then have to put up with landing, that terrifying moment between flying and walking. I fell off of Cynthia's Staraptor and headed for the nearest bin to rid myself of my lunch.


“I never realized you hated flying that much,” Cynthia said as she and Jenny stood and watched me with pitying looks on their faces.




“Well you learn something new every day,” I replied hoarsely, going in my bag for a bottle of water and downing some to settle my stomach, turning my back to lean against the bin and take a few deep breaths of air.




“I'll get someone to bring your bicycles back as soon as I can. I think Eric is bringing his truck to this side of the region some time this week, but I'll check. Are you sure you're alright?” I nodded slowly and took another sip of the water, ignoring Cynthia's small chuckle at my discomfort.




“I've been waiting for you to get here, how long does it- Wow, are you okay?” I blinked weakly at Rob and he peered at me through his thick glasses.




“I don't like flying,” I reiterated and he nodded and turned to thank Cynthia for getting us here in almost one pieces, a phrase I ignored. My stomach was beginning to settle and the world had stopped accelerating, and I took a tentative step towards the lab and was rewarded with not falling over or throwing up again. “How did they break in?”




“Through the door, though there was crime scene tape across the inside of the door, which I assume you have a good explanation for,” Rob started and I felt blush creep over my cheeks.




“Officer Jenny asked her Luxray to zap the door, and I'd phoned for a repair man but we had to leave to get to Veilstone in time, so I didn't wait around for him to get here. I secured the door with the manual lock and added the crime scene tape for effect; I guess whoever broke in doesn't have much thought for the community, which suggests they aren't locals or they would have been recognised,” I said and Rob looked stony for a few moments. “Look, I know I should have waited, but we needed to get to the autopsy.”




“Would you take the same course of action again?” he asked me and I nodded, feeling like I was on the witness bench and being questioned in court. “If you would do it again, then it's okay, Elise. It doesn't look like anything has been taken, but the mass spectrometer has been smashed up, along with the PCR and the liquid gas spectrometer. We did find this, though,” he concluded and handed me a small evidence bag which contained a cotton swab. I raised it to my face and peered at the cotton end of the swab and then smiled.




“Pink means blood, so whoever it was cut themselves at the scene,” I said and he nodded and smiled. “I don't have a lab, though.”




“We're setting up a temporary laboratory at the trainer's school in Jubilife City because they are on summer holidays at the moment and the building is standing empty, so take the first bus down there that you can. We've rented you a small apartment in the Jubilife Condominiums under your mother's name, because we don't want what happened here to repeat on your apartment,” he told me, and I barely heard; his words had struck a chord with me, and I was running down the road towards the apartment building before he could really finish speaking. I hit the front door with my hands out and swiped my key-card through the reader and shoved the door. I took the stairs two at a time and paused for a moment outside by apartment, counting to ten as I released Swampert from his pokéball. I could see that the door was slightly ajar, and once Swampert was settled on all four feet, I pulled a pair of latex gloves from my pocket and slipped them on my hands before gingerly pushing the door open.




I could hear someone moving around deep in the apartment and goosebumps prickled up my skin as I stepped forwards carefully, pushing the door back to how it was quietly. Swampert followed me as I went to the kitchen, trying to rack my brain to think of something to do and mentally looking through the drawers of the apartment. I pulled the one beside the cooker open and helped myself to a large cooking knife, holding the handle in my hand and laying the blade's flat side against my forearm to conceal the weapon. Whoever was in here was moving towards me, talking loudly and hurriedly into either a mobile phone or a walkie-talkie and they had a pokémon with them, judging from the sound of footprints behind them.




I pressed myself against the work surface and hoped they wouldn't see me, but that I would get a good look at them. I did get a good look at them, but they got an equally good look at me. “Oi!” they shouted and I jumped and tried to take in everything about them. It was a tall man, well over my six-foot tall frame, with hair the colour of straw tucked into a neat ponytail that fell to his shoulders. He was dressed in a plain black boiler-suit and had dark sunglasses on that concealed his eyes perfectly, but I was hit with the idea that he had blue eyes to go with the straw-coloured hair and the pale skin. My attention was soon drawn from him to the Skuntank that leapt to his side, it's tail bristling and it's lips raised to bear it's teeth at me. I shuddered a little but stepped around the centre island to face them, forcing them against the wall that lead to the living room but giving myself and Swampert enough space to manoeuvre.




“Swampert, use Protect,” I told him, considering my opponent carefully. I needed to taunt him into showing me exactly what moves his pokémon had without allowing him to knock Swampert out. The man fell for my little game and pointed at Swampert, shouting;




“Skuntank, use Bite!”




“Swampert, dodge left then hit it with Bubblebeam,” I called out, and Swampert flung himself to the left and was barely grazed by the Skuntanks inaccurate assault. Swampert righted himself and shot a stream of bubbles at the Skuntank, who took them in the face and coughed and spluttered as it landed from it's attack. “Use Protect again then get ready to move!”




“Skuntank, use Toxic and aim for it's face!” Swampert had barely got the Protect screen up when the poison-type attack bounced off it, and I thought to myself how close that could have been. My lapse in concentration gave my opponent the upper hand as he ordered his pokémon. “Use Feint then Nightslash!”




“Swampert, aim left and hit it with Rollout!” I cried, hoping that my Swampert would be quicker than the Skuntank. I was wrong, and the Nightslash attack rendered him unable to battle, laying on his side in the middle of my livingroom. I considered my options for a moment; Swampert could have saved me, due to his part-Ground typing, but I would have brought the whole building down with one single Earthquake or Fissure. My next-best bet would be Zangoose who would be quicker than the heavy Skuntank, and he leapt from his pokéball and stood defensively in front of me. “Zangoose, Focus Punch right onto it's ugly face,” I hissed, and Zangoose began storing energy after taking cover behind the island.




“Skuntank, use Slash!” he shouted, but Zangoose was quicker. His punch landed into the Skuntanks face and it fell to the side, twitching in shock at the attack. “Get up!” the trainer shouted, and Skuntank barely batted an eye in response. “Get up you useless creature!” Still the Skuntank didn't move, and I had to take a deep breath to prevent making a comment.




“Need a potion?” I asked. My self-control is far from perfect, what can I say? He sneered at me and chose another pokéball, almost whooping in triumph as he saw my face fell when I took in his released pokémon; a Crobat. I gave him a look, returned Zangoose and let Gardevoir out.




I thought you'd leave me in there all day. She said in my head and I smiled and shook my head. “Gardevoir, use Calm Mind them Psychic!”




“Crobat, Protect!” The Calm Mind lasted long enough to wear the Protect barrier out, and Gardevoir attacked at full force with her Psychic powers. Her boosted attack knocked the Poison-type Crobat out instantly, and the trainer returned both his pokémon to their respective balls with a huff of anger. He had one more pokéball, which he tossed in the air and it released it's inhabitant to the floor. The Glameow launched nearly immediately into a Fury Swipes attack, but I had second guessed him and released Zangoose who covered his face protectively.




“Zangoose, use Slash!” I shouted, my mind so into the battle that I had forgotten that Jenny and Rob would be wondering about me. Zangoose responded immediately, leaping forwards and slashing the Glameow across the chest with his claws and drawing blood. “Now use Ice Beam!” I called and he did so, freezing the little cat solid. I'd taught it to him by accident, but it had got us out of tighter scrapes that this and this just proved it. The trainer took a moment to shout abuse at me before the front door flew open and Jenny leapt into the room and placed handcuffs on the trainer, reading him his rights before turning to me.




“Are you okay?” she asked and I nodded, about to speak when Nurse Joy arrived with an emergancy medical kit in her hand to begin treating the injured pokémon, starting with my Swampert. She applied bandages to the graze on his side before placing a Max Revive on his tongue to bring him around. I turned my face to the man who had broken into my apartment and attacked me and my pokémon.




“Who the hell are you?” I shouted at him, traversing the room and grabbing him by the front of his boiler suit to push him up against the wall, feeling anger pour through my body as I ripped the sunglasses off his smug face. I looked him in the eye finally and inhaled sharply as I pulled the straw-coloured ponytail off his head to show the pale-blue hair underneath. “Cyrus O'Dell, leader of Team Galactic,” I said quietly and stepped back from him, looking between the disguise and the man before me. “You have some serious explaining to do.”
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Well, I'm glad to be the first reviewer of this AMAZING fifth chapter. This chapter was, in my opinion, the best out of all of them. The call was just an amazingly cruel twist (MWUAHAHA!), adn then cyrus!!! and you have to, HAVETO! leave it on a cliffhanger!!! that's not fair! i should just sit in this chair and wait for the next chappy to come up
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Oh, wow. This must be some pretty serious stuff if Cyrus himself attempted to break into the apartment. I still stand by my opinion that Galactic's only a part of the whole scheme here, as it's unlikely the actual mastermind would risk a break-in operation. Perhaps Galactic serves as the muscle.

Whatever the case may be, it's clear that Elise must have some pretty damning evidence, especially if Galactic is directly attacking the forensic lab itself - something that I haven't seen in any of those Court TV documentaries. Judging by what damage was and wasn't done, it seems like whoever raided the lab (or gave the order to) knew what equipment to destroy in order to get rid of critical evidence. Which of course means that Elise may be matching her wits with someone who is her equal in knowledge. And the sinister phone call only adds to the "cat and mouse game" feel that the investigation is taking on.

The battle at the end felt like it went by quickly, but it was a definite improvement from before, with Cyrus putting up a pretty good fight. Now, with him in custody, maybe we'll get some answers. Then again, one thing I've learned is that sometimes these interrogations can yield more new questions than answers... I'm interested in what he has to say, so I'll be awaiting the next chapter...
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I say, I quite like this story so far. Heh, I think the other mystery murder fic EliteSabreOverlord mentions is mine, since I too did one. The only thing is it doesn’t have too much science stuff it and instead more of records finding, heh.

I like Elise a lot. Not only does she knows what’ she doing, but she also has this quirky personality that I like about her. I also like Jenny a lot. It’s nice that you flesh her personality out in this story. Heh, I also have a Jenny in my fic and she’s her own person too. XD

Like everyone else, I think you did nicely combining Pokemon and forensics. I’ll admit, I don’t know too much about forensics science, so pretty much my knowledge is limited to the crime shows I watched and a couple of my friends who are studying that subject. ;

There are a couple things I want to mention, though. Most of it has to do with description. First off, a few times you went too long on describing what Elise is doing, a lot which is unnecessary and are just everyday routine. For instance,

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“Okay, Elise, that's fine. I'll speak to you later; try and go to bed, or else you'll be worthless tomorrow,” Jenny warned, then hung up on me. I was used to her hanging up without saying goodbye, and replaced the handset on my own phone before hitting 'Print File' on the computer screen. While it printed out, I changed out of my work clothes into something more suited for sleeping and brushed my teeth, splashing water on my face and drying it quickly before jogging back to the printer. I pulled the files out, sorted them, and stapled them in their correct order and in their piles. I stacked them up, added my to-do list onto the top, turned off all the lights and closed the blinds then wandered into the bedroom.
It seemed too much like a list of what she has been doing the last few times. You can cut some of that description out by just saying while the files were printed out she was getting ready for bed. We don’t need to know that she’s brushing her teeth and such as the audience will already know what’s she doing if you just mention getting ready for bed. That goes the same with her sorting the files. You can just mention after sorting the files and added that to her to do list that she went to her bedroom.

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Once I was suitably dry and dressed, I set up food for my pokémon and allowed my computer to boot up at its own pace while I brewed some coffee and put some toast in the toaster. Before it was done I opened all of the blinds, and was greeted by another bright and sunny mid-spring day, complete with cawing Wingull. At least, for once, I'd get some form of breakfast, even if I would be working through when I should have been enjoying it.
Another example. For instance, you don’t need to mention putting toast in the toaster, as the audience already know you’re supposed to do that. You can just say, “…allowed my computer to boot up at its own pace while I was getting some coffee and toast.”

Again, I can understand there will be times you might have to describe everything that she’s doing, like when she’s in her lab, but you have to make sure when you do description to do describe like eveything’s she doing and such.

Another thing with your description is your Pokemon battles. Don’t get me wrong, you did improved greatly from the first and second battle, but it could still use some improvement.

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“Skuntank, use Slash!” he shouted, but Zangoose was quicker. His punch landed into the Skuntanks face and it fell to the side, twitching in shock at the attack. “Get up!” the trainer shouted, and Skuntank barely batted an eye in response. “Get up you useless creature!” Still the Skuntank didn't move, and I had to take a deep breath to prevent making a comment.
There were a couple times you put things like, “Zangoose was quicker.” Show, don’t tell. How Zangoose was quicker. Did he leapt in lighting speed, dodge quickly, etc.?

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“Zangoose, use Slash!” I shouted, my mind so into the battle that I had forgotten that Jenny and Rob would be wondering about me. Zangoose responded immediately, leaping forwards and slashing the Glameow across the chest with his claws and drawing blood. “Now use Ice Beam!” I called and he did so, freezing the little cat solid. I'd taught it to him by accident, but it had got us out of tighter scrapes that this and this just proved it. The trainer took a moment to shout abuse at me before the front door flew open and Jenny leapt into the room and placed handcuffs on the trainer, reading him his rights before turning to me.
Not in this quote, but throughout the battle there’s not much emotion from the Pokemon when they battle. Did they feel happy, mad, feel pain, etc.? In this quote, you pulled off Cyrus’ emotion here nicely. Do something more like that to the Pokemon also.

Well, so far this story got me hooked and I can’t wait to see what Cyrus has to say. Can’t wait for next chapter!
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Holy Carp, another chapter! *hides*


Thanks, everyone, for your support and patience with this. University swallowed my time and one of my teachers quit on Wednesday, which was... Interesting, so it's all been rather rubbish of late, but I've got this chapter finished and the next is underway, thanks all of you!


Bay - Yeah, I do get a little rambly with descriptions, thanks for pointing that out! Hopefully this chapter isn't too rambly with them .


I hear what you're saying about the battles, and I will keep in mind your comments when I come to write the next battle.



I'm glad you like Elise; I always thought it was such a shame Jenny never got much characterisation in the anime or games, so it was overdue for her to get some thoughts and emotions.


With Cyrus, he does have a small part in this chapter, but he will come more into his own in later chapters and have more of a part to play. It's all about to get rather messy!


Well, here's chapter 6! I do hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it!


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The police station in Jubilife was buzzing with the news of the battle and the revelation of the arrest, and I found myself plied with cups of coffee and pats on the back for a job well done. If it wasn't for the fact that Swampert was laid up in the Poké Centre having the wounds on his side treated, I would have agreed that I'd done a good job. Now, I felt angry at the man who was sitting in the interrogation room, looking like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth with his brief sitting beside him and whispering to him. Cyrus' eyes were on the one-way glass where I was standing, my hands shaking, still in shock from the surprise battle and the fact that my belongings had been so violated.




Jenny and her supervisor, Lieutenant Clive Jee, entered the room and sat down opposite him, turning the digital video recorder and saying the necessary jargon into the microphone. “Cyrus O'Dell, you are charged with breaking and entering, theft, assault with a Pokémon, and you are under suspicion of conspiracy to commit murder. Your plea will be heard tomorrow morning, and in the meantime, you will spend your time in custody of this police station to be processed. Do you understand?” Clive asked, and I knew the answer before Cyrus answered.




“No comment.” I felt anger begin to prickle through me at the nonchalance of his speech, and my left hand balled into a fist.




“What were you doing in Doctor Coleman's apartment today?” Clive asked again, his voice sounding firmer and more angry. I was glad I never interrogated suspects, because I would not have had the restraint that the older Lieutenant had. I got too involved, my superiors' would say, but that was just who I was.




“No comment,” Cyrus replied with a sick smile on his face, and my fist tightened until I felt my nails digging into my palm, the anger surging through me at his lack of a comment. “Tell... Doctor Coleman, that I especially like the little pink silky number in the top drawer.” Bloody half-circles were forming on my palm from my nails biting into the skin, but I didn't notice. I tried to control my temper, anger obliterating nearly every other thought in my mind except one. I walked to the door that gave entry to the interrogation room, pushed it open and stood in front of the door. “I would especially appreciate a modelling session of your very cute pyjamas. You know the ones, with the Clefairy's on them?”




“Shut up!” I shouted and he laughed at me, leaning back in the chair with his arms crossed. “Don't you dare laugh at me,” I growled, and his laughter intensified.




“Or what?” Those were two words I didn't need to hear.




“I'll kill you,” I hissed, and his laughter paused. “Watch your back, Cyrus, or else you'll find me on it,” I threatened, turning on my heel and walking out. I got into the foyer and collected the two suitcases of belongings I had packed before going out into the street and heading for the pokécentre with a purposeful stride, every step I took wearing down my anger bit by bit. I pushed the door open too forcefully and it hit the wall beside me with a crunch which I ignored as I walked to the counter to ask for Swampert back.




“Would you like me to have a look at your hand?” Nurse Joy asked, and I paused to look at the injured limb. I had four perfect half-circles embedded in my hand, one of which was bleeding noticeably and the others were just red from blood under the skin. I looked at Joy with a smile and nodded as she came around the counter to take me to one of the treatment rooms behind the scenes. She cleaned the cuts with antiseptic pointedly not asking me how I got them, before wrapping a small piece of gauze over them followed by a bandage. It was overkill for such small cuts, but it made me feel better to be taken care of, more secure and in control of myself. “There, I'd take the bandage off in the morning and clean these again.” She paused and put a hand on my knee. “Swampert is fine, he's in his pokéball ready to go,” she told me and I smiled.




“I'm glad you said that, it makes me feel better,” I told her and she stood up and did that little bow they all did before they left the room. I sighed and leant back against the chair, running my fingers through my hair and reminding myself that it needed a wash when I got to Jubilife. I considered my day for a moment; I'd started alright with a nice breakfast, a good trip to the morgue, and it had all gone to hell from there. I laughed bitterly, and Joy gave me a look as she entered with a pokéball in her hand which she threw to me.




“Elise, I think you should talk to someone about your... Shock,” she said, skirting around the issue and the incident.




“Joy, I just want a shower and a good nights sleep,” I told her, putting the pokéball in my bag and standing up to shake her hand. “Thanks for all your help,” I said, meaning every word. She did that little bow again, and I smiled as I walked past her to leave the small pokécentre, spotting a bicycle outside in the bike rack. I went to it and looked it over before strapping my suitcases to the bike and beginning to push it towards the tall condominiums south of the pokécentre.




I locked the bike up and headed for the front desk, hoping that the keys for my new apartment would be waiting for me, and fortunately they were. I traversed the stairs as quickly as I could, heading for the apartment halfway along the first floor corridor and fumbling with the lock. The door flew open under my hands and I fell in, squashed by my suitcase and on my back on the floor. For a moment I lay there, tangled with emotions, then felt the laugh building and before I could help myself, I was laying on the floor, covered in heavy suitcases, and laughing the stress away so hard I was crying.




If it hadn't been for the phone ringing, I don't think I would have moved for a further ten minutes from the floor in my fit of hysteria. As it was, I guessed that it would be either my parents or Lance phoning to check I was alive after hearing of the battle earlier in the day, so I struggled to my feet, closed and locked the front door behind me and answered the phone. “Hello?”




“Elise? Are you okay?” I recognised my mothers voice instantly and felt myself smiling. “Answer me or I'll come down there!”




“Mum, I'm fine, you don't need to come down here and- How did you get this number?” I asked her, simultaneously rummaging through my handbag to release my Pokémon from their respective balls.




“I phoned Rob and told him that if he didn't tell me the number of your new apartment that I would bake him some of my rock cakes,” she replied and I giggled. Her rock cakes were true to their description – they were round, often burnt, and required a diamond cutting blade to chisel through them. “Now, tell me, are you really all right?”




“Yes, Mum, I'm really all right,” I told her, watching as Swampert hobbled across the floor with a bandage bound tightly across his side. Venusaur nudged at Swampert's side before flopping onto the rub in the middle of the floor with a noisy huffing noise and began snoring with his eyes open. “How's Dad's heart?”




“Oh, you know how he is. He's tired a lot of the time, but the doctor says he could get his valve replaced in the next month or so, so it's getting fixed,” she told me briskly, brushing off how worried she felt to make me feel better. “Are you coming home soon, Elise?”




“Maybe; it really depends on this case, how long it takes for me to figure out what the hell is going on here,” I lied quickly. She sighed down the phone and I could almost see her shaking her head. “I'm sorry.”




“I know. I have to go, it's time for me to hit the hay, I think,” she told me and I nodded. “Love you, my scientist girl,” she said quietly before hanging the phone up. I put the phone down and set about tidying myself up and unpacking my belongings into the second apartment in as many weeks. I showered and climbed into bed having checked every window and door, falling asleep quicker than I imagined I would.


*~*


The phone ringing woke me up with a jolt, disturbing Gardevoir who had set up camp on the other side of the bed during the night.




Don't panic, it's only the phone, she said and I laughed to break the tension before diving for the handset.




“Hello?” I asked briskly, hoping to cover up the fact that I had only just woken up from the unknown caller.




“I thought you wouldn't answer, so I just let it ring.”




“You're so funny, Lance,” I replied and he sniggered back at me. “Don't tell me, my mother gave you the number.”




“Yes, after she gave me a rock cake. I didn't want to say anything but... Well, they tasted not dissimilar to licking a Geodude,” he said meekly with a smirk I could feel down the phone.


“I won't tell her you said that,” I replied, then sighed. “You called for a reason, I suppose.”




“You mean you don't know?”




“Clearly not,” I snapped back, and he took a deep breath.




“There's been a Poison Point case in Viridian Forest here in Kanto.” He paused to let the enormity of that revelation sink into my brain, and I found my jaw hanging loosely in my face as I fought to find something, anything, to say.




“What?” I managed to stutter, and he laughed.




“You heard me.” I sat down heavily in my chair and took a few calming deep breaths. “You need to come back to Kanto, Elise.”




“I was attacked just now, you know,” I told him, and I could feel him nodding on the other end of the phone.




“Yeah, I got that. You're going to be called in; I went to the head of international police here and asked him to bring you in as the case manager, so you should be getting the call soon. Hey, at least you're already packed!” he replied brightly, and I risked a small smile.




“I'd rather get the chance to unpack before I come back to Kanto, but you're right, I won't have to repack all my rubbish to get there,” I added, and rolled my eyes. “The other line is ringing, speak to you later,” I stated, switching to the other line. “Elise Coleman speaking.”




“Dr Coleman? Oh, I'm sorry to phone you so late, but I have a request. You might remember me from your time at the academy, but my name is Roger Anterim, I'm-”




“The head of international police in Kanto, yeah, I've heard.”




“You have powerful friends,” he told me, and I laughed. “I don't see what is so funny.”




“I grew up with Lance; he's only a champion to other people. He's a dorky teenager to me,” I replied, and Roger risked a small chortle. “Look, I'm not being funny, but I need to get off the damn phone and get some more sleep. Can I come look at dead bodies later?” I asked, praying that he'd give me leniency. There was a pause as he considered that, then he sighed.




“I'll have the body kept on ice for you, and we'll process the scene and seal it off so you can see it for yourself. How soon will you be able to get here?”




“I'll get the 7am ferry, so midday will see me docking in Vermilion, then three hours to cycle to Viridian, so I'll be there around 3pm,” I told him, calculating the times in my head.




“That would work fine. Thank you, Elise,” he finished softly, then hung up on me. I replaced the handset on the machine and laid back on the bed.




We're not going back to Kanto, are we? I looked at Gardevoir and nodded, and she sighed before feigning sleep. I set my alarm and settled back down for a couple more hours of sleep. I had the feeling that I'd need it.
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Hi! OMG, We've all waited so long for it to come, and it finally has, not unlike Platinum for england livers like me and .Ozymandias! I loved this chapter, it had a really good feel to it, and I just LOVED how you detailed Elise's anger, it was brilliant! Keep going! :D:D
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About time I reviewed something, right? And by something, I mean "Anything" XD

I liked Cyrus during his interrogation. Cam, smug, emotionless... exactly as he is in the games. Some good characterization work. Even better was Elise's growing frustration and anger at Cyrus' lack of cooperation, and how that boiled over into her getting snappy with everyone and even causing collateral damage to the Pokemon Center. Always nice.

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“I phoned Rob and told him that if he didn't tell me the number of your new apartment that I would bake him some of my rock cakes,” she replied and I giggled. Her rock cakes were true to their description – they were round, often burnt, and required a diamond cutting blade to chisel through them.
Don't ask me why, but I suddenly got thoughts of Sanae-san's baking from the Clannad series when I read this. Maybe because I finished watching the first season earlier today 0_O

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Look, I'm not being funny, but I need to get off the damn phone and get some more sleep. Can I come look at dead bodies later?
BEST. LINE. EVAR.

So, it's back to Kanto for another poisoning case, huh? It's a tough life having to go from region to region and back again, but as they say, "You gotta chase the trail of dead bodies." Just hope Elise doesn't cave in to all the stress. I can see it's already starting to take its toll.

Good luck on the next chapter
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Like Sabre there, love the chain reaction from Elise mad at Cyrus to being mad at everyone there. This is my favorite:

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“No comment,” Cyrus replied with a sick smile on his face, and my fist tightened until I felt my nails digging into my palm, the anger surging through me at his lack of a comment. “Tell... Doctor Coleman, that I especially like the little pink silky number in the top drawer.” Bloody half-circles were forming on my palm from my nails biting into the skin, but I didn't notice. I tried to control my temper, anger obliterating nearly every other thought in my mind except one. I walked to the door that gave entry to the interrogation room, pushed it open and stood in front of the door. “I would especially appreciate a modelling session of your very cute pyjamas. You know the ones, with the Clefairy's on them?”
Cyrus has a Clefairy pajama fetish. O_O

I thought the scene where Joy is healing Elise's hand an interesting one. Nice addition on her thoughts about being secure and in control of herself there.

A murder case in Kanto, huh? Can't wait to see what that's all about...

Not too much happened, but that's minor. Lots of good characterization on both Cyrus and Elise there. Keep it up and good luck next chapter!
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Hi again! Thanks for all the reviews; I really loved the idea of Cyrus being slightly twisted and cold, especially when riling Elise up, and I'm glad I handled that well, thanks guys!

This chapter again is a little bit of filler, but it's leading us somewhere and the bit with Lance is kind of important to one of the last chapters. Anyway, onward and enjoy!


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Impatiently I tapped my toes on the hard metal floor of the ferry terminal, checking my watch for the hundredth time that minute. I was surrounded by my belongings encased in two suitcases plus my kit box, and my handbag was slung over my lap, a stress ball clenched in my hand which I squeezed intermittently in a vague attempt to reduce my frustration at the delay. Every time I clenched my fist my palm ached, the half-moon cuts from my nails flexing uncomfortably.




“The ferry, leaving Twinleaf Town, Sinnoh, for Vermilion City, Kanto, will be leaving from gate 4 in thirty minutes. Please make your way to the gate with your pass on display, and we apologise for the delay,” came a tinny male voice over the tannoy system, and I sighed and got up.




I tracked down a trolley and loaded my mountain of belongings onto it before throwing my weight against it and starting to trundle to the gate, leaning as hard as I could on the trolley to use my body weight to shift it. People hurried past me, barely looking side to side as they walked blindly on to the gate, showing their tickets before crossing the plank to the ferry. As much as I hated flying, I hated crossing narrow planks onto ferry's tossing and turning in the rough sea equally, and distracted myself with thoughts of Kanto and home.




“Want a hand, Miss?” I glanced up at the young man and nodded, grabbing my kit and handbag off of the trolley as he took the handlebars. “Where're you going in Kanto, then?” he asked me as he pushed the trolley across the gang-plank onto the main deck. I followed him as quickly as I could without looking like a complete idiot, not glancing back at the shore to avoid noticing the way the ferry threw itself against the harbour wall. He took me in to the ship via a doorway that lead into a long corridor, and he started counting off cabins as he strode along ahead of me.




“Saffron city first, then I'm being drafted to Viridian Forest for an investigation,” I told him, instantly regretting it from the look her gave me and the way he came to an abrupt halt, the top suitcase making a break for freedom and only caught thanks to his quick reflexes.




“You're investigating the Poison Point case, aren't you?” I felt blush creeping up my neck and chest, and started fiddling with my jeans pockets, looking away like a naughty schoolgirl caught lying.




“Urm... Not... Urh...” I stuttered, kicking myself mentally and reminding myself why I never lied.




“You are! D'you know, I reckon Team Rocket are behind this!” he replied enthusiastically, and I nodded along with him while feeling incredibly foolish.




“That's nice, but also complete nonsense,” I retorted, pleased that I'd managed to get myself together enough to come up with a sensible response. “Team Rocket disbanded years ago, and I cannot discuss an open case with you, sorry,” I explained, and he fell silent as he lead me to the little cabin that would be my home over night. It had a little desk by the window which backed onto the bed, pressed against the wall that divided the bathroom and the bedroom. “Thanks,” I said, my voice hollow as he bowed and walked away after pausing and looking hopeful. He was evidently angry that I hadn't given him a tip.




For a split second I considered chasing after him and giving him some cash to say thanks, but I resisted and busied myself unpacking my belongings to try and make the little box-room homely. I left my pokémon until the last thing to unpack, because I was dreading what Gardevoir was going to come out with.




Not even first class? I gave her a look over the book I was holding, and she frowned and slumped onto the bed with her arms crossed. I didn't let Zapdos out because he would crowd the room, but the others all got out to stretch their legs and sniff around the room once I had shut the door and locked it behind us. After what had happened with Cyrus, I didn't want anyone barging in uninvited.




“Police don't stretch to first class,” I replied, getting a laptop out of my bag having found a safe place for my book and plugging it into the power supply provided by the ship. While it booted up I changed into some comfy cotton trousers for the all-day sailing, before plonking myself down in front of it and logging on to the police computer system.




I flicked through the files of the previous victims and then started looking at the current one that was dragging me to Kanto. It followed the same premise as every other case; a middle aged male, carrying prototype pokéballs, through a forest. I started to wonder at the intelligence level of some of these people, then distracted that train of thought and started reading over what the attending SOCO had written.




Their notes weren't as thorough as mine would have been, but they'd attached photographs of the crime scene and detailed shots I wouldn't have taken, and I smiled as I flicked through them. It was always interesting to see how different SOCO's would analyse the same crime scene, and it was fun to meet new people in the field to get different perspectives on things. I didn't personally know the SOCO in charge of this investigation, but there was plenty of time to get to know them – I had the uncomfortable feeling that I'd be spending rather a while in Kanto.




“Thank you for your patience; the ferry is now departing Twinleaf Town, for the nine-hour crossing to Vermilion City, thank you again.” The voice over the tannoy made me jump a little, and I stood up to lean over the desk and look out the window.




Typhlosion went onto his hind legs to peer out of the small window, watching as the ferry pulled out of the docks. The dock was covered in people waving to unseen family on the deck, and I found myself waving despite the fact that no one I knew was there to wave me off. That would change when I landed in Kanto; Lance himself had promised to meet me in time to walk to Saffron City.




“C'mon, let's find some food for you all,” I said, pulling Typhlosion away from the window and going into the bigger of the two cases I had brought. I found their food bowls and sorted them out, filling them with food from the box I had packed before laying them on the floor for them to eat. I stepped over to the bed and sat, out of reach of Venusaur and his spraying of food everywhere as he ate.




My laptop made a little beeping noise, and I turned to look at the email that had popped up and laughed.




Smellise,


Well, I'm at the docks, where are you? Can't Swampert zap that ferry on a little quicker?


Never mind. I guess I'll just torture myself with a cup of coffee and the latest copy of Pokémon Today.


Lance




I giggled and replied.




Loser-Lance,




I told you 8 PM – as in NIGHTTIME. I have no sympathy. Now go away and let me work.




Elise.




I shut off my email client and went back to looking at all of the photographs, labelling them and setting them into chronological order before shutting my computer down completely and stretching out on the bed to read a book.




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“Welcome to Vermilion City, the port of exquisite sunsets,” the greeter told me as I disembarked from the ship, carefully avoiding looking down at the tossing sea beneath me.




“Thanks,” I replied hollowly, gratefully handing my multitude of bags over to a man who brought me a trolley and then stacked it for me. I grabbed the handlebars and threw my weight against it, making my way through the busy port and to the big clock where I spotted Lance waiting for me. “See? Ten minutes early, in fact,” I smiled, hugging him tightly and then offering the trolley to him.




“Teaches me to actually read emails before making assumptions I guess,” Lance sighed, taking hold of the trolley and pushing it for me. If I hadn't been feeling as tired as I was I would have been making jibes about how fat he must be to be able to push it so easily, but I kept silent as we attempted to leave the port building.




“You don't mind not flying to Saffron, do you?” I asked, happily throwing my ticket into the nearest bin as we passed – I was taking the train back when this was all finished.




“Yeah, I do mind, but you aren't going to give me a choice, so I'll put up and shut up,” he said in a pained voice, and I raised an eyebrow at his theatrics, spotting the cheeky wink he shot my way.




“You can be such a pain in the ass, you know that?” I replied, shaking my head and laughing a little. We stepped out into the cool evening air, and I breathed in deeply, sighing at the homely smell that being back in Kanto brought back to me. “It's so much fresher here than in Sinnoh,” I said wistfully, watching as two kids ran across our path being chased by a rather ferocious Rattata. Everything in Kanto felt warm and welcoming, from the people to the old fashioned buildings, and I felt truly at home here.


“You should have stayed, then,” Lance stated, and I felt a familiar tension start up again between us. We were best friends, that had to be said, but he'd never forgiven me for taking the job in Sinnoh and, in his words, 'abandoning him to his fate'. In truth he knew that it was a better job, and that SOCO positions in Kanto were few and far between, but he wouldn't be happy until he'd gotten a good nag into the conversation.




“Maybe I should have,” I said quietly, trying to remain as calm as possible to diffuse the tension and failing miserably. We stopped in front of the port building and started loading up a cab with my assortment of bags in silence, neither of us wanting to have the difficult conversation that we always seemed to fall in to. The cab was literally stacked with people's luggage, and would take the suitcases to various addresses to give people a chance to experience Kanto first hand instead of out of the window of a cab. Personally I loved the idea, but there were many people in the world who would rather sit in the cab and be driven than walk anywhere.




Lance gave over the address of the hotel I would be staying in and the taxi driver smiled and added it to his list as Lance stepped back and started walking ahead of me. I rolled my eyes and jogged to catch up, matching his pace as best as I could. “Look, enough of this passive-aggressive rubbish. What's the matter?”




“You left,” he said plainly, and I felt sick with pent-up guilt. I tried to push that away and focus on anger, an emotion that was far more useful in this kind of situation.




“Oh, very adult, we're still on this?” I was getting fed up with this argument that seemed to appear every time we were actually together, especially considering I had left Kanto for work nearly a decade ago. “Lance, there was a great job in Sinnoh. Suck it up,” I told him, then strode off and made him run to catch me up.




“I know,” he said simply, and we fell into a comfortable silence as we walked through Vermilion and started heading north to Saffron. I risked a glance over at Lance and found his ears going red.




“What are you hiding?” I asked him, and he shrugged.




“Well, you remember Loreli?” he replied and I nodded, raising an eyebrow.




“Let me guess. You asked her out, she said yes and you're looking to finally settle down, right?” I told him, and he laughed and nodded. “My powers of deduction improve over time, you know.”




“Is that right? Hm, I'll have to remember that,” he replied with a sheepish smile, and I laughed before producing my badge to show the guard at the gate into Saffron City. He smiled and waved us through, knowing Lance on sight and not needing to take ID from the Champion of Kanto. “You should thank your department. The Palera is a very expensive hotel to keep a SOCO in,” Lance told me, and I shrugged but risked a laugh.




“They obviously think I'm worth it,” I replied, and Lance smiled in reply as he steered me up the steps of the Palera. I looked at the huge columns that lined the entrance hall, covered in pristine white marble and arching over the huge doorways that evidently lead into the dining room. The reception desk was in black marble, a stark contrast to the white marble all around it, and behind it sat a blonde woman in a smart suit.




“Oh, you must be Dr Elise Coleman,” she said, her attention on the computer screen in front of her, and had just leant over to give me a key when a young woman tapped me on the arm.




“Dr Coleman?” she asked, and I glanced at Lance before nodding. “Oh, good. Dr Agen told me I could find you here, and he asked me to hurry you over to the hospital for the post mortem,” she told me, and I smiled, taking in her name-tag and clothes of a pokémon caretaker. She was one of those people who'd look after a person's pokémon while they were in hospital, which was why she'd been sent to find me.




“Sure, I'll go now,” I replied, and arranged with the desk for my cases to be locked away before following the young woman, Red, to the hospital.


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Haha, have to say loved the part where the man didn't realize Team Rocket had disbanded long ago. Was he living under a rock or what? XD

The SOCO bits are nicely done too. Like how you mention differnt SOCOs have different interpretations of crime scenes. Very interesting.

The scenes with Lance and Elise are nicely done too. Just love their interaction. Hm, something tells me Lance has something to say to Elise...

Not too much here, but I still like the SOCO bits and nice Lance and Elise interaction in this chapter. Well, can't wait for the next one!
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