I do not own My Chemical Romance! But all the other character I do own! And I know Mikey probably has more than one bass cord but it's the only thing I could think of…..so don't criticize me on that

Mikey's P.O.V:

We were all getting ready for the show, getting our costumes on, our make-up on and our interments ready.

"Hey Frank have you seen my bass cord?" I asked, search through my bag.

"No, I haven't, why?" Frank responded.

"I can't find it." I answered.

"Did you have it at the end of last night's show?" Frank asked walking over to me.

"Yeah, because I was practicing on the bus this afternoon." I said.

"So it's probably still on the bus." Frank said with a smirk.

"Yeah, I'll be right back." I said and hurried outside where it was raining hard. The New Jersey weather could sometimes get cold and wet. I ran to the tour bus and got inside. I went over to my bunk where I had been practicing and my bass cord wasn't there. I started to look in the front part of the bus and nothing. So I headed to the back of the bus, and once again nothing. I decided to look back at my bunk. All of a sudden I felt a cloth getting shoved against my mouth. I struggled to get free, I grabbed the arm of my attacker and pulled against it but the arm stayed firm; and then I started to kick. I felt my head get dizzy and then black.

Gerard's P.O.V:

"Hey Frank, have you seen Mikey?" I asked coming up to Frank.

"Yeah, he couldn't find his bass cord so he went to the bus to look for it." Frank confirmed.

"How long ago was that?" I asked.

"About thirty minutes." Frank answered.

"It shouldn't take him that long." I said in a worried voice.

"Let's go see if he's okay," Frank said and then we headed out to the bus. The door was still open.

"Yo, Mikey, c'mon let's get inside." I said as we entered the bus. As we got inside we saw Mikey's bunk was a mess, his sheets were taken off and missing, his pillow was on the ground, and his stuff that was neatly stacked next to his bunk was scattered all over the floor.

"Frank something's terribly wrong." I stated.

"Uh huh, Mikey wouldn't just leave it that messy." Frank said and I started to feel sick to my stomach. I walked over to Mikey's bunk and I found a note on the bed; I picked it up and read it to myself.

If you want your brother back. I want 78 thousand dollars by the 16th of January. Meet me in the lobby of the Triton Hotel, by the palm tree at 5 o' clock…….Don't be late and NO COPS! Or else Mikey dies.

I stared at the note and Frank started to read it over my shoulder.

"Oh my God," Frank said in a whisper.

"Frank what do we do, I can't get that much money by Friday." I stated it was already a Thursday.

"Gerard I think you need to call the cops." Frank insisted.

"Frank it says 'no cops.'" I said in a shaky voice.

"I know but we can't do anything," Frank was shaken up too.

"I don't know, I don't want to endanger Mikey." I said staring at the note.

"And you think I do?" Frank yelled, "Gerard we don't know how to deal with this, we need to call the cops!"

"Fine!" I yelled back, we were both tense, "Look why don't you call Alicia."

"Do you think she should know quite yet." Frank looked at me.

"Of course she should know. Her husband has been kidnapped!" Tears started to well in my eyes. About twenty minutes after I called 911, one police car rode up and behind it a black SUV. Frank and I had told Ray and Bob, and Frank called Alicia, she would catch the first plane out to New Jersey. Two cops got out of the police car and one man maybe in his late thirty's got out of the black SUV. They walked towards us.

"My name is Detective Matthews." The man said.

"Officer Fern and my partner Officer Mc Donald." The male officer introduced him and his female partner.

"Gerard," I introduced, "I'm Mikey's brother."

"I'm Frank,"

"Bob,"

"Ray," We all introduced each other.

"I'm going to have to ask you some questions about Mikey." Matthews said taking out a small notepad and a pen.