Disclaimer: I don't own The Monkees, although I wish I did, or rather I wish I could get a hold of some kind of time, space, and dimension teleportation device thingy. Then I would go to the universe where the show is real and the time period, that way I could meet them.
This is my first fanfic so please be kind. This takes place in early season 1, my Head canon for their ages is 22, 21, 19, 17. The explanation for this is on my profile page.
"Come on guys. And be quiet, we're supposed to be backstage remember?" Mike hissed at his fellow band mates as they all peered out around a corner, each face below the other going from Mike to Micky to Peter and finally all the way down to Davy.
"Right." They chorused.
"Shh!" Mike hushed them before continuing on to the office door. It was locked, something they hadn't thought of.
"What do we do now?" Micky asked.
"Um. I don't know. Didn't think we'd be stuck this soon." Mike confessed.
"One of us could climb through there." Peter said as he looked up above the door where a small window set.
"We can't fit through there." Mike said dismissing the idea. It was way too small.
"I bet I could." Davy said also looking up at it.
"Yeah but what about on the other side, that's a long way down for you." Micky said looking up and studying the size then back to Davy to see if the smaller boy really would fit, it'd be tight but maybe, just maybe.
"It's not all that far, I can do it." Davy said with confidence. "Just get me up there, we haven't got much time."
Mike crouched down and the others helped steady Davy as he climbed up onto his back sitting on his shoulders.
"Whoa!" Davy rose into the air as Mike stood becoming taller then them all in seconds as he reached up and braced himself on the ceiling. "It's very high up here isn't it?"
"Just hurry it up, you ain't exactly Tiny Tim ya know." Mike grunted as he brought him closer to the door being careful to move slow as Davy swayed before grabbing the edge of the window.
"You just hold still so I can." Davy told him pulling himself up until he was now kneeling on Mike shoulders as he started to crawl into the window. He disappeared quickly with a THUD a a softer clan, the others held their breath before the door clicked open, Davy standing on the other side rubbing his elbow. "See piece of cake."
Mike rolled his eyes at that but decided not to comment on the younger boy's reckless actions, they'd only be ignored anyway.
Once inside the Monkees spread out and began looking for something.
"It's gotta be here someplace, it's just gotta!" Micky said as he overturned everything on the desk whether it was paper, folders, or pencils.
"You'd think it'd be easy to spot a suitcase full of diamonds." Peter said turning over all the cups on a small bar in the corner.
"Hey fellas. Can one of you give me a boost? I think there's something up there." Davy said from in front of the closet. He was looking up and pointing to a shelf high above his head.
Mike walked over, reached up and pulled the suitcase down, setting it on the now messy desk.
"You think it's them?" Davy asked excitedly, only slightly annoyed at Mike's ability to reach high places.
"Feels heavy enough." Mike said as he slowly opened the case.
Bright jewels sparkled up at them, shimmering in the light as they stared, mouths hanging open at the sight.
"You know what we could buy with just a couple handfuls of those?" Micky asked as his mind raced with all the things he'd ever wanted.
"Yeah, four jail cells." Mike deadpanned. "We're just gonna take a little bit to show the police, that way they have ta believe us and we can bust these guys."
"I wasn't really gonna take some." Micky said. "It's just nice to dream."
"Well dream some other time, we gotta get back out there before they find out we left." Mike said as he reached in and took a small handful and stuffed them in his pocket before closing the lid. He walked back over to the closet and replaced the suitcase before turning back around. "Now let's split."
They quickly left, making it backstage just moments before their boss came by to check on them.
"So boys, you ready to go back out there, crowd's waiting?" Mr. Ridrik asked smiling.
"Yes Sir Mr. Ridrik Sir." Mike said. "We're ready as we can ever be, just been warming up the old voice box before you came."
"No we weren't we wer-"
"Well we were also going to the bathroom but didn't think we had to mention that part." Micky said for Peter as he quickly covered him mouth.
"Yeah that's a little too much information." Mr. Ridrik said sneering. "Now get out there before the customers start leaving."
"Right." Mike said ushering the others to the stage.
They each took their positions as the lights came back on over the stage momentarily blinding them. They quickly lost themselves in their music, even managing to forget for a moment that their new boss was as corrupt as they came. They had overheard a conversation the other night and after doing some digging had discovered that their boss and a group of men had recently stolen diamonds from a private collector. They had just needed some kind of proof and were hoping that the pieces now in Mike's front pocket would be enough.
Meanwhile as they sang their boss had called an emergency meeting in his office after finding his desk a compele mess.
"I want whoever did this found, now!" Ridrik demanded. It had to be one of his employees, no one else could have made it back here. "As soon as the act's over and the people go home, no body leaves."
"What about the band?" Serio asked. "They staying too?"
"Nah, saw 'em just before they went back on, they were still in the back room, let 'em leave." Ridrik said. The less witnesses the better and the boys were new and didn't know about the restaurant's other dealings. And Ridrik wanted to keep it that way, it was hard to find a good group on short notice when half the town knew your reputation.
"I'll handle it." Vince, Ridrik's second in charge said before heading out the door.
"Just make sure they don't suspect nothing." Ridrik told him before the door was able to close.
"Now as for the rest of yous, here's what we're gonna do."
Vince made his way to the side of the stage as he waited for the band of young men to finish. They weren't bad, for long haired weirdos he supposed, and they did seem to draw a lot of the younger crowd in, ones that didn't yet know of the owners tainted reputation. That was good for business, fresh customers meant fresh targets, which meant more money. He could see why the boss didn't want to chance them finding out what was really going on.
Twenty minutes later and the band was done, they had finished their whole set list and had even done two more songs for a small encore. The high of the spotlight brought smiles to their faces as they packed up their instruments and left the stage.
"Hey boss said he wants you guys out early tonight, we gotta meeting to hold." Vince said stopping them before they made their way backstage.
"But today's the day we help clean up." Peter said.
"Not tonight. Tonight the boss wants you out." Vince said raises his voice a little.
"Okay, we get it, we're goin'." Mike said. "Let's go on home guys, shouldn't be arguing about less work."
"Yeah I'm actually pretty tired myself." Davy said between a yawn.
They left the restaurant and went straight to the pad, it was too late to go to the police station so they decided it could wait until morning.
"I'm going to bed." Davy said as he went up the stairs to one of the two bedrooms. There were four beds in each room and they all just tended to sleep in whichever room they happened to feel like that particular night.
"I'm beat too." Mike said heading for the downstairs room.
Peter and Micky stayed up a little while watching tv, they didn't find much on to watch so they soon found themselves talking.
"Do you think those men will go to jail for a long time when we turn in the diamonds?" Peter asked as he glanced at Micky from the sci-fi flick they were both only barely watching.
"I don't know Pete. Depends on if they can get anything to stick I guess." Micky said turning to his friend as he gave up trying to watch the movie, he'd seen it a dozen times already.
"Oh." Peter said looking back at the tv for a few seconds before as turning so he was now facing Micky, his complete attention on the other boy. "Do you want to fly a kite tomorrow, it's supposed to be nice and windy?"
Micky not fazed by the sudden change in conversation just shrugged his shoulders. "Waves are gonna be up too, was gonna get in some surfin', maybe flirt with some girls and try to get a date."
Peter's shoulders fell, just slightly, but it was enough for Micky to see, he quickly adding. "But you know I'm gonna have to dry off after surfing somehow, what better way then by chasing a kite."
The look he got back was worth changing his plans around, he would do anything if it put a smile on Peter's face, or any of his friends for that matter. They drifted into a comfortable silence as a new movie came on, this one seemed to have Micky a little more interested.
It wasn't long though before Peter too said he was tired, going into the same room as Mike.
That left Micky by himself as he aimlessly flipped through the channels. He felt that he should be tired but for some reason he wasn't and was hoping one of these increasingly boring programs would do the trick.
