A/N: Hey there fans!(crickets are heard chirping)…thanks for the confidence booster I SO NEEDED! Never mind. Anyway, I'm taking a quick break from TAOJK:KS to write this little thing. Originally there was going to be no AAML but it just worked its way in and now its a major part! Anyway, this entire fic pretty much plays off of Ash's stupidity. Bla bla bla, you know the rest. Oh, wait, you don't know, that in this Misty and Ash are both 17.

Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon or the supreme court. Well duh!

Misty in court

Chapter 1: The fic is now in session

It was a peaceful day in Cerulean City, and a rare one to. For had allowed the local museum to display their latest invention; the master ball, a pokeball capable of instantly capturing any pokemon without fail. The whole thing was going off without a hitch. Until…

Misty Waterflower, or at least, someone who looked identical to Misty Waterflower, the towns gym leader, had just entered, and was walking up to the master ball exhibit.

"Aah, Miss Waterflower!" the curator said, joining her at the exhibit. "We had no idea you were-" but he was cut off by Misty. Pointing a half-concealed gun at him.

"Alright baldy," she said maliciously, eyeing his terrible toupee. "Tell everyone the exhibit's closed! Do it!" she added when he just stood there paralysed. The poor man slowly left, closely followed by Misty(?) through a door to the side of the exhibit to a small room with a microphone.

"Attention," he called out to the whole museum, hiding his fear well. "Due to circumstances beyond our control, the museum has to close early. Please head to the exit, where you will receive a full refund. Sorry for the inconvenience," he finished, now whispering into the microphone.

"Now. Get me the master ball," Misty said once she thought the museum was empty. After the master ball had been retrieved and handed to Misty, she smiled an evil smile, and in a falsely sweet voice said "Thank you," before running out through the fire exit. It took another ten minutes for the man to recover from fright before he was able to pick up the phone.

Ten minutes later, at the Cerulean gym.

Misty was recalling all her pokemon saying, "There. All done!" before several police were entering the room, led by an Officer Jenny.

"Misty Waterflower, you are under arrest for the theft of master ball," Officer Jenny said as another officer handcuffed her.

"WHAT!" she ejaculated.

"You don't have to say anything, but-" Misty stopped paying attention after that because the writer cant remember what Officer Jenny was supposed to say.

Misty was being interviewed for the rest of the day, so it was evening before she was able to make her one-phone call.

"Misty, what happened? How come you were to get arrested?" Ash cried anxiously as he burst into the room she was being kept in. "Is this because you didn't want to go out for that pizza?" he added. They had just started going out, and tonight was supposed to be their first date.

"Ash, why would I fake a robbery just to avoid a date? Anyway, I was really looking forward to it." Misty answered sheepishly.

"You were?" Ash asked, apparently unaware of that fact.

"Yes, but that's beside the point. Ash, they think I stole a master ball!"

"Why would they think that?" Ash asked, dumb-founded because he couldn't believe that someone would doubt his girlfriends innocence.

"Because the curator told them he saw me, and he showed them a security tape of me doing it!" she answered.

"Oh…so where'd you hide it?" Ash asked.

"Huh!" Misty asked.

"Where'd you hide the master ball? From what I heard, the cops have turned your place upside down, I'm guessing they were looking for it, but they didn't find anything, so where is it?"

The security guard outside thought he heard a volcano erupt.

"ASH! I'M INNOCENT!" Misty shrieked, and was going to continue until the guard came in and asked her to be quieter.

"Sorry," she said as the door closed. "But Ash, how could you suspect me?" she said desperately, staring into her boyfriends deep brown eyes, and he stared back into her turquoise ones.

"Sorry," he said sincerely. "So how are we gonna break you out?" he asked, displaying his all too often shown knack of being…down right thick. Misty sighed.

"Ash, we are NOT going to be breaking me out, we're gonna go to court! You need to go to the gym and get my sisters to hire a lawyer. Can you do that for me please, Ash?" she asked.

"Sure Misty," he said, getting up to leave, with his confident smile on his face. "Don't you worry about a thing! I'll take care of everything!" As he tried to leave, he banged his head on the door frame, knocked himself out, and woke up ten minutes later asking what year it was, and was surprised to hear it wasn't 1873.6.

"What do you mean, you cant afford a lawyer! How can you run a gym and not have enough money for a lawyer?" Ash asked Misty's sisters incredulously later on, having had his memory fully restored by the power of his true loves kiss. And being knocked about fifty times by his true loves mallet, which he later thought would have been confiscated at her arrest.

"Like, plastic surgery!" Daisy told him.

"Do you think anyone can naturally look like this? Beauty isn't cheap you know!" Violet added.

"I'll have to disagree with you there," Ash said. He then found out carrying a mallet was a family thing.

"Good news, Misty!" Ash said as he entered Misty's room, rubbing a larger lump than the one Misty had given him yesterday, though Misty didn't notice that.

"You've got me lawyer? A good lawyer?" she asked, hopeful.

"Uhh…sort of. You see, because your sisters cant afford to hire a lawyer, and because we cant get anyone else down here in time for the trial, I'm gonna be your lawyer!" he told her with a huge grin.

"Oh dear god no…"

A/N: There we go, chapter one complete! And I must say, it was a lot quicker than I expected to write…still, I hope you enjoyed it, but whether you did or not, please review!