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Author's Note: Welcome to my fourth chapter of this story. Mickey and Minnie leave the hospital in this chapter, just in case you want to know. ;) I hope you enjoy this chapter. No flames, please. Please read and review.
Roger that! Squad Unit 19, over and out!
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DOWN TIME
Mickey was very glad to get out of the hospital. And Minnie was just as glad he got to leave. They started toward the door when a nurse walked in pushing a wheelchair. Mickey looked a little confused.
"Uh...?" he started.
"It's standard procedure," the doctor said.
"I can walk," Mickey replied with a small grin.
"Oh, no you don't! You're sitting in the wheelchair. You need to relax," Minnie said firmly but with affection, turning to him. He turned to her.
"But..." he muttered. Minnie crossed her arms.
"Sit," she grinned firmly, pointing her right index finger at the chair.
"Okay," he sighed in defeat with a small grin.
"Thank you," she grinned. She gave him a playful peck on his nose. She got the bag that had their pies in it, and hung it from one of the handles of the wheelchair.
Mickey sat down in the wheelchair.
"I can push him," Minnie smiled at the nurse. She nodded with a smile, then stepped to the side as Minnie put her hands on the handles. Minnie began rolling Mickey out of the room.
"Take care, kids," the doctor smiled as he waved. Mickey and Minnie waved back as they made their way down the hall.
"Thanks, doctor," Mickey smiled.
"Thank you for everything," Minnie smiled.
"You're welcome. Take care."
"You, too," the mice smiled in unison as they waved. They turned back as they made their way down the hallway.
"I CAN walk, you know," he grinned.
"I know you can. But I also know you need to rest," she grinned firmly back.
"Don't worry," she giggled. "I won't push you fast. I'm not like Horace."
"I trust you a LOT more than I do Horace," he turned his head back to her a bit and chuckled. She chuckled with him.
"I still say I can walk out," he grinned.
"And I still say you need to take it easy," she grinned back. Minnie leaned down to his round ear and whispered.
"If you're a good boy, I'll give you something really nice when I get you home," she whispered warmly, slyly and a little playfully.
"I'll be good," he grinned playfully. Minnie giggled as she stood straight again. She rolled him to the elevator. After the doors opened, she pushed him in, and pressed the 1 button.
"I'm finally goin' home," Mickey sighed with a smile.
"You're getting outta here, and soon you'll be in the comfort of your own house," Minnie smiled, stroking his shoulder gently.
"I still feel bad for you pushing me," he smiled slightly.
"Don't be. I don't mind. I want to," she smiled.
"Thanks, sugar," Mickey smiled softly.
"You're welcome, baby doll," Minnie smiled softly back. She leaned down and kissed him on the top of his head. She smiled and stroked his shoulder as she stood back up.
"At least we're in an elevator this time," he grinned playfully.
"I'm glad, too," she grinned playfully back.
The door opens as the elevator stops at the bottom. Minnie rolls Mickey out of the elevator, and begins rolling him toward the front door. She pushes him through the Entrance/Exit doors and outside onto the walkway.
"Ahh, freedom," Mickey sighed with a smile after taking a deep breath. Minnie giggles at him.
"You've only been in there ONE night," she giggled.
"Yes, but it's a hospital," he grinned. "Spending time in there is torture."
"I can't deny that," she grinned comfortingly.
"Sometimes... they can mess with your mind," he grinned, changing his voice to sound spooky.
"It may already be working," she chuckled.
"Ha ha," he grinned sarcastically. Minnie giggles before she speaks.
"C'mon. I'll help you up," she smiled, taking Mickey's arm. She helps Mickey stand up.
"Thanks, Minnie," he smiled softly.
"You're welcome, Mickey," she smiled softly. She gives him a warm peck on his cheek. She pulls back as their smiles and eyes meet. She gets the bag and holds it in her hand. A nurse walks out the doors toward them. Mickey and Minnie turn around to face her. She had the "I'd-rather-be-anywhere-but-here" look.
"You kids done with that chair?" she asked with a tone almost as dry as the Grand Canyon.
"Uh, yeah..." Mickey replied. The nurse took the chair, whipped it around and began rolling back toward the entrance.
"Uh, thank..." Minnie started as the nurse begins to walk away.
"...you," she finished with a low tone as the nurse pays no mind to the mice and leaves them as they are. Mickey and Minnie turn and look at each other with a confused look.
"Okay..." they said in unison.
"You have a nice day, too," Mickey grinned sarcastically.
"Boy, someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," Minnie said with a annoyed tone, crossing her arms.
"I bet she's a real conversation piece at parties," Mickey chuckled with sarcasm.
"Yeah. And I bet most of the conversation is done behind her back," Minnie chuckled.
"Glad she wasn't my nurse," he said with a relieved grin.
"If she was, and she had've treated you like that, SHE'D be the one in the wheelchair," she grinned. The young mice share a laugh together. They then look around for Minnie's car.
"Oh! There it is," she said, pointing to it.
"Stay here, and I'll pull it up for you," she smiled.
"I can walk," he smiled back. She looks at him with a concerned and curious look. Mickey could sense what was going through her mind.
"I'll be fine. It's not that far to walk." Minnie smiled at his words.
"Alright. But I'm gonna help you," she smiled lovingly but firmly. She takes his arm as they begin walking to the car. They get to her car. Minnie gets her keys and unlocks the doors. She opens the passenger door for Mickey. He smiles at her as he gets in.
"Thanks, Minnie."
"You're welcome, Mickey," she smiled back. She gets in on the driver side, setting their pies in the backseat.
"Minnie," Mickey started.
"Hm?" she asked.
"I really appreciate you doing all this for me," he smiled warmly.
"Aw, Mickey. I want to do this for you. You'd do the same for me. I want to help you," she smiled warmly and lovingly. She leans over and kisses his cheek. They fasten their seat belts, then she turns the engine over.
"Whaddaya say we get some ice cream?" she asked sweetly.
"Sounds good. I could go for some," he smiled back.
"Gotcha," she smiled with a nod.
Mickey and Minnie pulled out of the hospital parking lot and head for the Ice Cream Parlor. After spending a night in the hospital, both felt like some ice cream. They decided to go the park and eat. Once thy got their ice cream, they headed to the park.
It was a beautiful day. It was nice and quite in the park, which made relaxing much easier. Minnie kept her arm wrapped around Mickey's as they walked to a little hill with a oak tree. The tree was large enough that it provided a substantial amount of shade. The each kicked back under the tree together with their ice creams. They each sat side-by-side as they enjoyed their cool snack. Actually, they sat shoulder-to-shoulder. They sat there together, enjoying each others company, as well as the beautiful day. They sat there looking up at the clouds.
"Look at the that one. Whaddaya see?" Mickey asked, pointing at one. The cloud formation is made up of three separate clouds each floating together in a familiar silhouette: The Mickey Icon shape.
"You," Minnie smiled sweetly, looking at him.
"I see you, too," he smiled coyly back. She chuckles and kisses his cheek. They look back up.
"Ooh! Look at that one. Whaddaya see?" she asked, pointing at another cloud. This formation appears to have wings.
"A bird," he replied.
"Could be an angel," she smiled.
"Yeah. Could be," he smiled back.
They continue to sit there watching the clouds and eating their ice creams. As Mickey takes a lick, some ice cream gets on the side of his mouth. Minnie turns to him and giggles a bit.
"What is it?" he asked curiously. She points her finger to his mouth with a grin.
"Whoops," he uttered. He starts to get a napkin out of his pocket, when Minnie puts her hand on his and stops him.
"Let me get it," she grinned slyly and affectionately. He looks at her a little curiously. She leans close to him with a wide grin. He grins when it hits him what she'll do. Minnie leans close to Mickey, closing the distance between her face and his.
She softly presses her lips to the side of his mouth, and opens her mouth slightly. She softly touches her tongue to the side of his lips, and gently licks off the ice cream. She then pulls back a little with a wide grin, and meets his warm eyes.
"There. I got it," she uttered softly. He smiled back at her.
"Thanks, Minnie," he smiled.
"You're welcome, Mickey." she smiled back. They share a loving smile and chuckle. They then lean against each other again, each with a happy sigh, as they finish their ice creams together.
Later, after they finish their snack, they make their way back to the car, arm-in-arm.
"Mickey," Minnie started. Mickey turns to her.
"I want you to stay at my place tonight. That way, I can keep an eye on you. Or I'll stay at your place tonight, and tomorrow you can stay at mine. That way you can sleep in your own bed tonight," she smiled with a bit of seriousness.
"I really appreciate the offer, Minnie. But I don't want to be a bother to you," he replied.
"You're never a bother to me, Mickey. I don't mind. I want to," she smiled warmly.
"Thanks, doll."
"You're welcome, baby." Minnie gives Mickey a warm peck on his cheek.
They get back into the car and leave the park. Minnie drives Mickey home. They pull onto his driveway shortly after. Minnie gets out, gets the bag, and opens the passenger door for Mickey.
"Thanks, sugar," he smiled warmly, giving her a gentle peck on her forehead. She giggles in response.
"You're welcome, doll baby," she smiled. She takes his arm as they walk arm-and-arm up his walkway. When they get on the porch, Mickey gets his keys and unlocks the door.
"After you," he smiled coyly. Minnie chuckles.
"Why, thank you," she smiled. She takes his hand as they walk in. Mickey closes and locks the door after they enter. He walks over to the table beside the couch and turns on a light, eliminating the living room.
"Make yourself at home," he smiled. She smiles back at him.
Minnie always feels at home in Mickey's house. She feels just as at home in his as she does in her own. There is one advantage to being in his home though. He's there. She really enjoys being in his home. Since she gets to be with him. His house is like a second home to her. It's warm, comfy and cozy. The atmosphere inside is always enlightening. It matches him. She thinks his house is adorable. Again, like him. And he always knows how to make a person feel welcome. Especially her. His house is just a simple modern, two-story home. And that's just how she likes it. Simple.
"Can I get you something?" Mickey asked warmly.
"No, thank you," Minnie replied sweetly.
"It's no trouble. I'll fix you something," he smiled. He places his arm around her side and gives her a warm kiss on her cheek. The touch alone was enough to send a enjoyable shiver through her. And with the kiss, double enjoyable shivers.
"Thank you," she uttered sweetly.
"No problem," he replied coyly. "Just make yourself at home. I'll be right back." He starts into the kitchen.
"Let me do it," she smiled.
"I don't mind doing it."
"You need to take it easy. Let me do it." Mickey smiled at Minnie.
"Okay."
"Good," she smiled, giving him a playful peck on his nose. "Now you relax on the couch. I'll be in in a minute." He nods with a smile and walks into the living room. She walks into the kitchen.
"Let me know if you need some help," he said.
"I will," she replied with a smile. Minnie goes to the refrigerator. She sets their pies in it.
"How about a grilled cheese sandwich?" she asked.
"Sure," he called from the living room. She opens the door.
"Uh-oh."
"Whats wrong?" Minnie grins a little.
"Heh. You're out of cheese."
"Whoops," Mickey uttered, putting his hand on his forehead.
"I could run to the store and get you some."
"Don't bother. There's some spaghetti left in there from day-before-yesterday. There's enough in there for both of us."
"You got it. Spaghetti comin' right up," she giggled, getting out the container. She places it in the microwave and begins heating it. She looks in the cabinet and find a serving platter.
"Perfect," she uttered to herself with a smile.
Once the spaghetti is done, Minnie gets it out of the microwave and dips it over into the platter. She gets two glasses out of the cabinet, then she gets a couple cans of soda out of the fridge. She pours the soda into the glasses, then throws the cans in the trash bin. She sets their dinner on the table along with their drinks. She gets their forks and napkins as well. She walks to the doorway leading into the living room.
"Dinner's ready, Mickey," she smiled cheerfully. Mickey gets up off the couch and walks into the kitchen.
"Spaghetti for my baby," she smiled playfully, making the end of both words sound the same.
"Thanks, Minnie," he smiled.
"You're welcome, Mickey," she smiled. He goes over to her and pulls a chair out for her.
"You made dinner. The least I can do is pull a chair out for you," he grinned warmly. Minnie's heart melts within her chest.
"Aw, Mickey." She kisses his cheek warmly. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Mickey and Minnie sit down, hold hands as they say their prayer together, then they begin eating. They talk while they eat.
"I still don't understand how Pete knew that was you," Minnie said with a curious tone, swallowing a bite of her spaghetti.
"I doubt it was just a guess on his part," Mickey replied, taking a sip of his soda.
"No. But then, how did he know?" Mickey's eyes widen slightly as a thought comes to mind.
"Not unless he followed us last night." Minnie's eyes widen and she looks a little shocked at the thought.
"How else would he have known?" Mickey added.
"He HAD to have known that was you. But..." Minnie thinks for a second. "Why did he do this just to you? He could have gotten both of us last night. Why just you?"
"Maybe he thought that if I was in the hospital, that you'd be there with me."
"Maybe..." Minnie looks down at her plate for a second."I just wish he hadn't done that to you." She looks back up at Mickey. He smiles at her and places his hand on hers on the table and begins to stroke the top of her hand with his thumb.
"It's okay. He didn't get me. You don't have to worry." She looks into his warm and soft brown eyes and smiles. How she loves his smile.
"Thanks, Mickey," she uttered with a warm smile, touching the side of her head to his.
"You're welcome, Minnie," he uttered back with an equal smile. They each face each other and press their lips together in a loving kiss. They each pull away after a couple seconds, as their smiles and eyes meet.
"I'm just thankful you're alright," she smiled.
"I'm all right. Just sore," he grinned.
"Well, I'll take care of you," she smiled playfully, then gives him a gentle peck on his cheek. They continue to eat.
Mickey and Minnie are sharing the plate of spaghetti. They each dip their forks into their dinner. As they put the bite into their mouths, they notice that one of the strands of spaghetti from each of their mouths is going down into the rest of their meal. They each share a grin as they each begin to suck the strands in. After a few gentle sucks, the strands free themselves to reveal that they're connected in the center.
Mickey and Minnie each smile at each other when they see this. They each gently begin to suck the strands in, inching their faces closer together as they do. They suck on the connected strand until they each close the distance, and their lips meet. They kiss each other on their lips for a few seconds, then slowly pull away a bit to meet one anothers eyes and smile.
"I love spaghetti," Minnie uttered softly.
"So do I," Mickey replied softly.
"I love you a LOT more, though," she murmured warmly and softly, a little giggle following.
"And I love you a LOT more, too," he muttered softly and warmly, chuckling a little after. They touch their noses together, then pull back with a smile. The young mouse couple continue to eat their meal, enjoying one anothers presence all the while.
As they continue to eat, Minnie takes a bite of her spaghetti and gets a little bit pf sauce on the side of her mouth. Mickey notices and chuckles a little.
"What is it?" she asked with a curious grin. He grins as he points a finger to her mouth.
"Whoops," she uttered with a grin. She reaches for a paper towel on the table, but he stops her.
"Let me get it," he grinned slyly and lovingly. He leans closer to her. Minnie grins when it hits her what he'll do. He leans closer to her, closing the distance between their faces.
He softly presses his lips to the side of her mouth, and opens his mouth slightly. He gently touches his tongue to the side of her lips, and licks the sauce off. Minnie's spine shivers happily at the sensation. He pulls back with a wide grin.
"There. It's gone. Now we're even," he smiled warmly. She giggles, leans close to him, and gives him a warm peck on his cheek. She pulls back as their eyes and smiles meet. They then continue to eat together.
The young mice' peaceful dinner is suddenly interrupted when the phone rings.
"I'll get it," Mickey said, getting up. He gets the wireless phone on the wall. The caller ID read it was the police station. Mickey sits back down at the table as he answers. He puts it on speaker.
"Hello."
"Hello, Mickey."
"Hi, Chief."
"How are you doing?"
"I'm okay. I'm still sore. But Minnie's making sure I take it easy," Mickey grinned, giving Minnie a smile and a wink.
"That's good. By the way, don't worry about your car. I had it taken to Horace's garage. He'll fix it."
"Thanks."
"Minnie's there with you, right?"
"Yep. I'm here," Minnie giggled.
"Hi, Minnie."
"Hello, Chief."
"I'm glad you're there keeping an eye on him."
"Me, too," she replied, giving Mickey a warm smile.
"I would have called earlier, but I've had my hands full. You're not going to believe this." Mickey and Minnie look at each other with a curious look.
"Two stores were robbed last night, shortly after you got to the hospital, Mickey." Mickey and Minnie look at one another.
"What?" they uttered in unison.
"Yep. Within the first hour, one store was robbed. And then the NEXT hour, another was hit." Mickey and Minnie look bewildered.
"Did you catch the crook?" Mickey asked.
"No. By the time some officers arrived at the first scene, the perp was gone. And the same thing happened with the second robbery, too."
"Do you have any leads?" Minnie asked.
"We're still investigating. Nothing yet." Mickey and Minnie look at each other with a bit of a disappointed, yet curious look.
"Anyway... I just called to see how you were doing."
"Thanks, Chief," Mickey said.
"Thank you," Minnie added.
"You're welcome. I better go and let you rest. I'll let you know if I find out anything."
"Okay," Mickey said.
"I'll talk to you later. Goodbye, Mickey. Goodbye, Minnie."
"Goodbye, Chief," Mickey and Minnie said in unison. He turns the phone off, then gets up to hang it up. He then sits back down at the table. Minnie notices the look on Mickey's face.
"You're thinking about those robberies, aren't you?"
"Yeah. I'd like to help Chief O'Hara with this case," he replied.
"I know you would. But you can't help Chief O'Hara now, Mickey. You need to take it easy," she said.
"I know," he said with a low tone. Minnie places her hand on his and smiles comfortingly.
"Don't worry, Mickey. You'll be able to help with this. You just need to rest for a few days. It'll be alright. Just be patient," she smiled. Mickey looks at her and smiles.
"Thanks, Minnie."
"You're welcome, Mickey," she smiled softly. She gives him a warm kiss on his cheek.
"And I'm gonna help you get better. And when you do, I'm gonna help you with this case, too," she smiled warmly. He kisses her gently on her cheek.
"Thanks, doll," he smiled.
"You're welcome, baby," she smiled. She touches her nose to his. After pulling back, their smiles and eyes meet. Then they finish what little bit of their dinner is left.
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Author's Note: I was wondering what Mickey and Minnie could have for dinner, and then spaghetti came to mind. And I instantly thought of the kiss scene in Disney's Lady and the Tramp. I just couldn't resist. :D Also... That grumpy nurse was a late edition. I think we've all encountered people like these. It came to mind, I liked it, and decided to use it. :)
