Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Meg Cabot does.
Thanks for reviewing guys, I'll update soon, so I can put my other fic's up too.
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Chapter Five...
Jason spoke up. "Dude, the cops will be here soon, that woman who came in would have called them. Don't you think you should just take what you've already got and leave? While you still can?"
"The cops! Ha! In New York City, I don't think so. They wont be here for at least another hour. I can take my time, they're too busy dealing with homocides and stuff like that. A little 7/11 robbery wont exactly be a high priority to them. Now, what else have you got?"
Jason reluctantly pulled of his watch.
"Here, it's a Rollex. I got it for my 18th," he said sadly.
"Good, finally were getting some stuff I can actually wear. No offense girls, but pearls and necklaces arn't really my thing."
Mia fingered the silver ring on her right hand. It had been a present from Michael. For no particular reason, he had just given it to her.
This had won him a certain amount of brownie points with Grandmere, who believed that men should regulary give their partners presents, for no reason what so ever.
Mia knew the ring held a very minimal amount of value compared to those Mother of Pearl earrings, but she didn't want to give it up, it meant so much to her.
Unfortunatly, the guy saw her playing with it.
"That!" he said, "I want that too!"
"It's not of any value, other than sentimental. Here, have this bracelet instead." Mia started to undo the bracelet, it didn't hold much value either but Mia was desperate not to lose Michael's ring.
"No, obviously that ring is worth a pretty penny, considering you gave me the earrings before it, and you seem so reluctant to give it up."
"Really, it's not worth much at all. My boyfriend gave it to me." Mia was pleading with the scumbag.
"And would your boyfriend prefer you to have a bullet in your head instead of giving up your ring?"
* * *
Michael was standing at the edge of the store. He was making sure the guy couldn't see him, if he was seen, things could go very wrong.
From where he was he could see Mia and Tina giving the guy their jewellery.
Give it to him, Michael was thinking, give it all to him.
He had rung Mrs. Thermopolis and practically given her a heart attack when he told her he had found Mia, and where she was.
But she had said she would ring Phillipe and have him send reinforcements down straight away.
Michael had been waiting for what seemed like forever. It was taking every ounce of self-control he had not to run into the store and tackle the guy himself. But he knew it would do no good. It was better to wait for Mia's father to arrange something.
Finally, Michael heard cars pulling up behind him. He turned around and saw five black vans pulling up, with huge men jumping out of them.
Lars and Mia's father, Phillipe, rushed up to Michael.
"What's going on?" They asked in unison, careful to stay away from the store window so they couldn't be seen.
"He's taken their jewellery, and the money from the till, but he seems to want more. We have to do something, fast!"
"Right," Phillipe said, "Lars, organise the men." Michael looked over Phillipes shoulder to see about fifteen men, all decked out in combat gear, with bullet proof jackets too.
Lars joined the men and started with the orders, "We go in on the count of three, half in the front way, half find the back entrance. I will be the one to shoot, do not shoot unless it is absoloutly necessary, and do not, I repeat do not, shoot to kill. Our main priority is the safety of the Princess. We need to get her out of there. Everyone ready? We go in in one minute."
* * *
"Fine, but you will be disappointed when you sell it, it wont get much." Mia pulled off the ring and stepped forward to give it to the man.
Suddenly she saw something that made her stop. Michael! Michael was standing just outside with her father!
The man followed her gaze and noticed Michael and Phillipe.
He grabbed Mia and held the gun to her temple, facing her towards the men outside.
* * *
Michael's heart stopped. Their cover was blown. The man had just taken Mia as a human shield.
It's all over, thought Michael. He couldn't move, couldn't speak.
Beside him Mia's father seemed to have better control of himself. He called out to Lars that they had been spotted, and that he was now using Mia as a shield.
Lars swore in French and grabbed half of the men. They ran down the side alley to find an alternative entrance into the store.
* * *
A gun was pointed at her head, and all Mia could think about was that she was never going to get to make things right with Michael. She was going to die without making things better.
She could see him standing outside the window, a shocked expression on his face. All of the color had drained from it.
Was this really how she was going to leave the world? With Michael standing just outside, helpless to reach her, helpless to help her?
* * *
Michael had to do something. He wasn't just going to stand there and watch Mia get shot.
He miraculously regained the focus to move and ran over to the nearest black van. He grabbed a spare bullet proof jacket and a baton. It was all that was there, it would have to do.
BANG.
Michael froze at the sound of a gunshot and someone falling to the ground.
Behind him he could hear Mia's father gasp.
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*ducks the flying knives from reviewers*
Whoa, sorry for the major cliffhanger, but I couldn't resist. And I don't usually leave major cliffys. So it's not like I do it all the time or anything.
There is still one more chapter, it'll be up soon.
Thanks for reviewing guys, I'll update soon, so I can put my other fic's up too.
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Chapter Five...
Jason spoke up. "Dude, the cops will be here soon, that woman who came in would have called them. Don't you think you should just take what you've already got and leave? While you still can?"
"The cops! Ha! In New York City, I don't think so. They wont be here for at least another hour. I can take my time, they're too busy dealing with homocides and stuff like that. A little 7/11 robbery wont exactly be a high priority to them. Now, what else have you got?"
Jason reluctantly pulled of his watch.
"Here, it's a Rollex. I got it for my 18th," he said sadly.
"Good, finally were getting some stuff I can actually wear. No offense girls, but pearls and necklaces arn't really my thing."
Mia fingered the silver ring on her right hand. It had been a present from Michael. For no particular reason, he had just given it to her.
This had won him a certain amount of brownie points with Grandmere, who believed that men should regulary give their partners presents, for no reason what so ever.
Mia knew the ring held a very minimal amount of value compared to those Mother of Pearl earrings, but she didn't want to give it up, it meant so much to her.
Unfortunatly, the guy saw her playing with it.
"That!" he said, "I want that too!"
"It's not of any value, other than sentimental. Here, have this bracelet instead." Mia started to undo the bracelet, it didn't hold much value either but Mia was desperate not to lose Michael's ring.
"No, obviously that ring is worth a pretty penny, considering you gave me the earrings before it, and you seem so reluctant to give it up."
"Really, it's not worth much at all. My boyfriend gave it to me." Mia was pleading with the scumbag.
"And would your boyfriend prefer you to have a bullet in your head instead of giving up your ring?"
* * *
Michael was standing at the edge of the store. He was making sure the guy couldn't see him, if he was seen, things could go very wrong.
From where he was he could see Mia and Tina giving the guy their jewellery.
Give it to him, Michael was thinking, give it all to him.
He had rung Mrs. Thermopolis and practically given her a heart attack when he told her he had found Mia, and where she was.
But she had said she would ring Phillipe and have him send reinforcements down straight away.
Michael had been waiting for what seemed like forever. It was taking every ounce of self-control he had not to run into the store and tackle the guy himself. But he knew it would do no good. It was better to wait for Mia's father to arrange something.
Finally, Michael heard cars pulling up behind him. He turned around and saw five black vans pulling up, with huge men jumping out of them.
Lars and Mia's father, Phillipe, rushed up to Michael.
"What's going on?" They asked in unison, careful to stay away from the store window so they couldn't be seen.
"He's taken their jewellery, and the money from the till, but he seems to want more. We have to do something, fast!"
"Right," Phillipe said, "Lars, organise the men." Michael looked over Phillipes shoulder to see about fifteen men, all decked out in combat gear, with bullet proof jackets too.
Lars joined the men and started with the orders, "We go in on the count of three, half in the front way, half find the back entrance. I will be the one to shoot, do not shoot unless it is absoloutly necessary, and do not, I repeat do not, shoot to kill. Our main priority is the safety of the Princess. We need to get her out of there. Everyone ready? We go in in one minute."
* * *
"Fine, but you will be disappointed when you sell it, it wont get much." Mia pulled off the ring and stepped forward to give it to the man.
Suddenly she saw something that made her stop. Michael! Michael was standing just outside with her father!
The man followed her gaze and noticed Michael and Phillipe.
He grabbed Mia and held the gun to her temple, facing her towards the men outside.
* * *
Michael's heart stopped. Their cover was blown. The man had just taken Mia as a human shield.
It's all over, thought Michael. He couldn't move, couldn't speak.
Beside him Mia's father seemed to have better control of himself. He called out to Lars that they had been spotted, and that he was now using Mia as a shield.
Lars swore in French and grabbed half of the men. They ran down the side alley to find an alternative entrance into the store.
* * *
A gun was pointed at her head, and all Mia could think about was that she was never going to get to make things right with Michael. She was going to die without making things better.
She could see him standing outside the window, a shocked expression on his face. All of the color had drained from it.
Was this really how she was going to leave the world? With Michael standing just outside, helpless to reach her, helpless to help her?
* * *
Michael had to do something. He wasn't just going to stand there and watch Mia get shot.
He miraculously regained the focus to move and ran over to the nearest black van. He grabbed a spare bullet proof jacket and a baton. It was all that was there, it would have to do.
BANG.
Michael froze at the sound of a gunshot and someone falling to the ground.
Behind him he could hear Mia's father gasp.
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*ducks the flying knives from reviewers*
Whoa, sorry for the major cliffhanger, but I couldn't resist. And I don't usually leave major cliffys. So it's not like I do it all the time or anything.
There is still one more chapter, it'll be up soon.