(A/N: This is the last chapter. I'm sorry to be leaving you all on a cliffhanger but.

Thank you so much for all your support and reviews for this story. It ment so much to myself and TimeandSpace. Peace and love.

Lisa.)

"Can't you drive any faster, kid?" Virgil yelled. All of them were on edge.

"I'm going as fast as I can, Virgil! Unlike you, I'm a law-abiding citizen," Morgan snapped. They turned into the business end of town, where every building was either a store, a hotel, or a factory. He scanned the various signs and ads, trying to think of a way to get himself, as well as his brothers, out of this. That's when he noticed the police car that began following them. It didn't pursue them yet, but he knew that they would once they got into a less-public place. Morgan decided it was time to make a scene.

At the light, Morgan lawfully stopped when it turned red, the police car right behind him. He noticed the twins look behind and see the car, but they didn't say anything. Virgil, thankfully, didn't. He made eye contact with the twins in the rear-view mirror. There was tension and worry in those eyes. Morgan bit his lip as the light turned green and they continued. The police car continued to follow. The buildings around them became less and less, till they were surrounded by nothing but the occasional house.

"This is it," Morgan thought. "Now or never." Morgan jerked the wheel, sending them all into a tailspin. Morgan skillfully drove the car into a ditch, tipping it along the way, making sure it tipped so Virgil couldn't get out. When the car finally settled, Warren kicked his door open, unbuckling himself. Once Virgil realized what was happening, he turned and scrambled to grab Mike, strangling him. James bit his arm with all his might to get him to let go, but Virgil continued to stangle the boy.

That's when Morgan punched Virgil in the face. Virgil recoiled, letting go of Mike. Filled with anger, Virgil lunged at Morgan, who was already trying to get out of the car. His seat belt was stuck. Virgil punched his youngest brother, as well and shook him and hit him against door. Suddenly the door swung open and Warren threw a punch at Virgil. He cut Morgan free and pulled him from the wreckage. "Tell Joanne we said hi," Warren snickered before slamming the door shut behind him.

When Warren slammed the door shut, he was expecting to see the police there, tending to Mike and James. However, there was no one to be seen. No police, no James, and no Mike. Warren frowned. His little brother now needed medical attention after crashing them. They all did, really, but the lack of brothers and police present made Warren worry. He heard the driver door of the pick-up truck pop open and the sound of his older brother's voice come from it. "I think you'll be able to tell her yourself, little brother."

"What happened?!" Davy asked, all three Monkees mouths open with disbelief.

"One of our officers got hijacked by one of the Nesmith brothers, we think." Officer MacKay replied. The police officer had made a visit to the Monkees pad after the excitement that happened at the police station. It was all over the CB radio. The officer who had been following the Nesmith truck was keeping them updated on where the truck was going. Suddenly, he told them that there was someone on the back of his patrol car. Then there was a gunshot. After that, they were disconnected.

"How do you know it was one of the Nesmith brothers?" Peter asked.

"How many brothers does Mike have?" Micky wondered aloud.

"So what are you doing about it now?" Davy asked.

"Well some people have reported a car wreck outside of town. We already have people out there to look at the damage and file a report," Officer MacKay said.

"And you think this is related to Mike and his brothers?" Micky asked.

"We don't know, but we will tell you once we do know," Officer MacKay explained.

Micky rolled his eyes. "Okay, thanks," He turned and went up the stairs to his bedroom. Peter followed, and Davy thanked Officer MacKay, escorting him out of the pad.

"They're not going to get anything done this way," Micky complained. "We have to go save Mike ourselves."

"How are we going to do that?" Peter asked. Davy entered and shut the door behind him.

"First, we'll go see if that car wreck has anything to do with Mike. Then we'll work from there. Maybe ask around and see if anyone saw which way that patrol car went. We need to track him down and take care of this ourselves."

"Come on, man. How are we going to fight off Mike's brothers?" Davy argued.

"We'll do what we normally do," Micky replied simply.

"And that is?"

"Grab him and run like the cowards we are."

"This man needs a doctor!" James cried, dragging Mike towards the police car that pulled over. Once there, he opened the back door and practically threw Mike in, getting in behind him. He quickly noticed there was no one in the front seats. The side door slammed shut. In the window he saw a vicious smile, complemented by rich, black hair and bangs. His sister laughed and ran around to the other side, getting in the driver's seat. James knew full well he was trapped. Police cars were designed so criminals couldn't escape from the back of the car. Joanne Nesmith slammed her door shut and sped off, leaving Virgil, Warren, and Morgan in the dust. Mike had hit his head in the crash, rendering him unconscious for the time being. He was glad that he was. If he wasn't, well, let's just say he didn't want Joanne to see how bad of a shape Mike was in. She wasn't as merciful as Virgil was. At least Virgil let him go get medical supplies to help him. Joanne looked in the rearview mirror at her older brothers.

"What? No 'Long time, no see?'" Joanna asked a mock frown on her lips.

"Hey sis, how did you get out and become a cop?" James asked sarcastically as he went to examine Mike. The last he heard, his younger sister had been put into jail after trying to hold up a pharmacy for some narcotics.

"That was easy," Joanne answered moving a lock of her black hair from her eyes. "I held a driver at gunpoint to follow the cop car following you and then played hop-skotch over to the cop, hijacking his car. Then I hijacked you and Robert."

"How did you get out of jail, though?" James asked.

"I was able to get out because the jury bought my story hook, line and sinker. A lifetime of abandonment and solitude does that to a girl, you know. Plus I blamed it on my neighbor, planting all forms of evidence before committing the crime. Eventually they'll realize I lied, but it might take them a handful of months. Years, even."

"So why are you kidnapping us then?" James asked now, hoping with all his might to pull as much evidence from her snarky, narcissistic mouth. "We haven't seen or heard of you in ages."

"Details, details, details. Who cares about them?" James could see an evil smile spread across the face in the rearview mirror. "I don't need to explain myself to you. But if you really must know, it could have been the fact that I never knew my parents and my brothers abandoned me to a life of foster homes with people who abused and belittled me. I knew right well that there were people out there with better lives than me. People with parents, siblings, and family who loved them. Robert made me believe that he loved me. That he cared for me. I left all my faith and trust in him after you two left. Robert was my family until he left me. Abandoned me."

"That's not what happened Joanne and you know it!" James snarled. Joanne waved her hand as if trying to rid herself of a pesky fly.

"You say running away from the foster home isn't abandonment? I was the only family he had left!"

"Aunt Kate said he left because he was being abused."

"So was I! Why didn't he take me with him?" Joanne paused for a minute to compose herself. She then gave a small laugh. "You know, talking with Virgil, we both think I would have turned out the same way regardless of who he killed. I would have turned out just as bad living with that god-forsaken drunk mother of ours."

"Ma was never a drunk Jo," James spat, "She did the best she could for us." Joanne sniffed as she turned the police car down another street and doubled back to make sure they weren't being followed.

"How do you know James?" She asked "You were only eight when Ma died. You don't know what happened." James rolled his eyes.

"You were only a year younger than I was." He said as she slowed down for a red light.

"I know enough to know that Virgil saved our lives that night!" Joanna said as a cherry red car drove through going the opposite direction. James kept quiet, knowing that there was going to be no way he could talk her out of Virgil's twisted story of that night.

"Where are we going?" James asked suddenly concerned.

"You'll see," Joanna said as she turned down another road and sped up, leaving the city of Los Angeles behind them.

Micky slowed down to a stop as the car approached the crash sight. There was a black pickup with a dented driver side door surrounded by police cars and ambulances.

"Here, put these on." Micky said grabbing fake mustaches and beards and handing them to Davy and Peter. "The police don't like it when we get involved."

The three Monkees put on their disguises and started towards the crash site. "Micky, straighten your mustache. It's crooked," Davy said as they stepped out of the car and tried to walk casually over to the rescue vehicles.

"What happened here officer?" Micky asked in a heavy English accent, recieving a groan from Davy.

"By the looks of it, the Nestmiths-"

"Nesmith." Peter automatically corrected.

"Yeah, the Nesmith brothers crashed. By the looks of it one of the brothers got a hold of the wheel and put it in the ditch." The officer turned and looked at the Monkees, a frown on his face. "Why do you want to know?"

"We're with the local paper," Davy said.

"Really?" The officer said, unconvinced. All three of them nodded.

"What paper is it?" The officer asked.

"The Los Angeles Daily News." Micky said the same time Davy said The LA Times. Micky groaned as the officers frown deepened.

"Well, if that's the case, then let me get the person who is in charge of this case, Officer Sean MacKay." All three Monkees looked panicked.

"No, no, that's alright," Micky said quickly. "I think we have enough here. If we need any more information we'll call you," He, Peter and Davy started to slowly make their way back to their car.

"No, no, I insist," The officer said, stopping the men and smiling as he ushered the young men to Officer MacKay.

"Hey Mac, some reporters from a newspaper are here to talk to you about the Nesmith case." Officer MacKay looked up from a conversation he was having with the state trooper and rolled his eyes. He quickly confirmed a fact for the officer and walked over to the officer and the Monkees.

"Thank you Officer Reed, I got this." Officer MacKay said. As soon as officer Reed left MacKay led the three Monkees back to their car.

"What the heck do you think you three are doing?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"We want to help," Micky answered. "No offense, but in our experience the cops usually don't do much besides arrest the fellons after we find them."

"We're doing our best. I told you the Nesmith Brothers are wanted in a few other states as well, so we have a whole task force working on this. I don't want you guys playing cops and robbers, mucking this up for us alright? Now go home and stay there. I know this is difficult for you, but if you let us do our job without interrupting us we will find Mike faster. I'll call you and let you know when we have something." Micky sighed but nodded and got into the Monkeemobile followed by Davy and Peter and he pulled away.