Micky was just beginning to doze off right on the couch when a rattling noise came from the front door. Cobwebs of sleep clung to his mind as he watched the now unlocked door slowly swing open. This had to be a dream, there was no way six large men dressed all in black had just broken into the pad! Micky shook his head as much as he dared trying to make it go away but also not wanting them to know they were being watched in case they turned out to be real. They were real, he cringed as they saw him and sleep was thrown far from his mind as guns were drawn and shoved in his face.

"Okay, where's your friends? And what were you doing in my office?" A familiar voice asked him from the darkness.

Micky paled suddenly realizing what this was all about.

Mike's eyes shot open and he let out a muffled cry of alarm as a hand was pressed against his mouth. There was a man on either side of his bed looking down at him with menacing glares. If he had been able to he would have seen a similar situation happening with Peter in the bed across from him.

He was roughly dragged up and pushed towards the door, Peter's captors mimicking the actions until they were all in the living room where they blinked in the bright lights before being able to see Micky sitting on the couch, two more men on either side of him.

Mike tried to convey a look of calm to both of his terrified friends but he didn't think he managed it in his own fright. It was then that he realized Davy was missing and he had to stop himself from looking up towards the other bedroom. Maybe they could just tell them he wasn't here, maybe they'd believe them and they wouldn't even think of checking upstairs.

Just as he was thinking that one of the men stepped forward addressing them. "Look, just like I told your friend here, we know you were in the office tonight and we know you found something, we just want them back."

Ridrik. That explained a lot of things. Mike silently cursed to himself. Somehow they had gotten caught, he just couldn't figure out how.

"We found something too, didn't we boys?" Ridrik asked as he finally removed his mask, his men doing the same before he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled something shinny out before tossing it on the table where it made a small ting.

"So where is the little one?" The boss asked as the Monkees looked down at the metal tambourine piece that must have fallen out when Davy had climbed through the window and landed on the other side.

"He's not here." Micky said. "I already told you that."

"You also told me they weren't here either." Ridrik said not looking convinced.

Mike groaned at that, there went his only plan, he fought against his panic trying to come up with something else but not having any luck.

"Micky's telling the truth, Davy left, he went upstairs, packed a bag and left." Peter said trying to get them to believe them.

"So he's upstairs." Ridrik said pointing to two of the men and up the stairs. "Thank you."

"No! I didn't- He's not- He's not here!" Peter cried out as the men headed for the stairs.

"We'll give you your stuff just leave us alone." Mike said.

"Not good enough, nobody steals from me and gets away with it." Ridrik said fuming.

A loud yell was heard from behind the closed door followed by scuffling sounds before the door was flung open. Both men calmly walked back down the stairs, one of them with a struggling Davy slung over his shoulder.

"Put me down! Who are you!? What's going on!? Let me g- Ooff!" Davy landed hard on the floor as he was thrown down in front of the couch where his friends were sitting.

"Davy!" They shouted reaching down and helping the younger boy up where he sat on the couch beside them, Mike on his left and Micky and Peter to his right.

"Mike, what's happening?" Davy asked clutching the older boy's arm.

"It's Ridrik."

Davy paled even more at that as he finally got a good look at all the men surrounding them, he gulped looked at Mike and then back towards the intruders. "L-look can't we just tal-"

"Shut up!" Ridrik shouted. And as they all jumped and looked nervously at each other he continued. "Now that we're all here, this is what we're gonna to do. You're going to give me back any diamonds you stole and then you're gonna tell me who you work for."

"Now wait a minute, we don't work for no one, we jus-" Mike started looking confused.

"Don't give me that bull kid." Ridrik said gesturing to his men as four of them took places behind each of the Monkees. "I'm only gonna ask this nicely one more time. Where are my diamonds and who do you work for?"

"We don't work for anyon-" Micky tried telling them.

SMACK!

Peter held his face in shock as a red mark slowly grew where the man behind had just struck him, a small trickle of blood ran from his bottom lip.

"Hey now, we ain't lying! We took some diamonds but we ain't working for no one!" Mike said getting angry.

"You expect me to believe you just happened to show up two days before our biggest heist yet, the one that's gonna get us out of the country?" Ridrik couldn't believe their nerve, of course they were working for somebody, the only question was who. If it was a rival they might be able to flip them to their side and have some inside men against their boss. If they were working for the cops, well then tonight wasn't going to be much fun for them, he hated cops and he didn't like snitches any better.

"But we-" Davy started to say only to stop as they all cringed in fear as guns were leveled at them.

"Diamonds." Ridrik demanded.

"They're in the bedroom." Mike said finally giving in, busting these guys wasn't worth their lives.

"Show him." Ridrik nodded to the goon standing behind Mike, who grabbing the Texan arm and pulled him to his feet.

"Mike!" Davy said trying to make a grab for his friend as he was dragged towards the bedroom. He was pushed back for his effort and would've tumbled straight off the backless couch if Micky hadn't reached out and caught him in time.

"Cool it Tiny, maybe if we give them what they want they'll go away." Mike told the frightened younger boy not sure who he was trying to convince.

Micky held on tighter to Davy trying to fill Mike's spot until he got back but he was scared too and they were big shoes to fill. He tried to put on a brave front for his younger friend but could feel it cracking as his met his petrified stare that surly matched the carefully masked one he fought to keep hidden.

"This it?" Ridrik asked when Mike and the man came back out and the diamonds were handed over.

Mike nodded unable to get his voice to work properly this close to the corrupt man.

"All them stones and you only take this? Why?" Ridrik asked. Anyone else presented with the chance would have taken a lot more.

"Only needed a little bit." Mike said softly.

"Boss just wanted a sample huh?" Ridrik asked in a knowing tone.

"No." Mike said standing firm in his conviction.

"Then what were you gonna do with 'em. You got a fence?"

"A what?" Mike asked. What did a fence have to do-

"You got someone to unload these, someone to sell 'em for you?" Ridrik asked clarifying, either these boys were good or this was their first dealings with jewellery theft.

"We weren't gonna sell them." Peter spoke up, he didn't like that Mike was still so close to the boss and wished he was back over with them.

"So what, you boys just wanted something shinny maybe a nice present for a girlfriend, is that it?" Ridrik asked. "You expect me to believe that. Now who do you work for, why'd you steal the diamonds?"

"We were gonna turn them in!" Peter shouted.

They watched in horror as the boss nodded to two of the men, who came up to Mike grabbing his arms and holding him between them.

"So you are working for the cops." Ridrik said, his voice taking on an even darker edge then before.