At the Mouseton police station, Pete was cowering in a chair in an interrogation room as Mickey glared fiercely at him. It looked as though it was taking all the will he had not to strangle the bulky figure right there.
"Look, rat," he stuttered. "I give y' anythin' other than what I jus' give y' and I'm a dead man."
Mickey snarled, "You're mistakin' me for someone who cares. Now where is she?" Pete gulped. He never would have helped kidnap his enemy's girl if he knew this was what would happen.
"I swear, I don' know!" He shrank visibly as Mickey clenched his fists tightly, walked up to him, and looked menacingly into his eyes.
"If anything and I mean anything happens to her, whatever your boss'd do to y' will be a pat on the back compared to what you're gonna get from me," he growled, and Pete could tell he meant every word.
Mickey stormed out of the interrogation room, running through what Pete had told him. Tell the police not to get involved or she will pay for it. When he repeated it to O' Hara, the chief scratched his chin grimly.
"Hmm… have either ye or Minnie received suspicious calls or any sort of threat recently?" His mind reeling with confusion, anger, and terror, Mickey rubbed his head, trying to push his thoughts of her out at least enough to think.
"No…" he muttered. "We never even heard anything from Pete." The two were startled out of their brainstorming when the phone rang. O' Hara answered, then his eyes widened and he held the phone out to Mickey.
"Hello?" he asked suspiciously, hoping beyond hope that it was Minnie, or at least someone who knew where she was.
"Think carefully before making your choice, Mouse," said a cold voice. Mickey stiffened and looked at the chief.
"He's watchin' us," he hissed. The cruel laugh on the other line almost froze the blood in his veins; if Minnie was in the hands of this psycho…
"Now listen t' me, y' creep," Mickey snapped, his voice shaking with anger and worry. "If you've done anything to Minnie…!" The voice chuckled, then spoke in the same chilling tone. Mickey dimly realized the voice was familiar, but he was too terrified for Minnie to bother trying to figure out how.
"Now, now…" the voice said. "I doubt you will trust my word, so why don't I just let you speak to her yourself?" Mickey's heart pounded as the line went quiet. After what felt like years, the momentary silence was broken by a thin, shaking, but incredibly beautiful sound.
"M… Mickey?" He gripped the phone, tears filling his eyes at his beloved's voice.
"Minnie! Are you alright?" he demanded frantically. "Are y' hurt?" She was crying a little when she answered.
"No… I-I'm all right." Mickey held the phone even tighter, wishing he was holding her instead.
"Don't be scared, baby… it'll be okay. I'll get you outta there if it's the last thing I do!" Her alarmed voice came from the phone.
"No, Mickey! It's a trap, d…" She was cut off, and soon the other voice came on.
"I sincerely hope that you are not planning any heroics," he said ominously. "That would be… most unfortunate for your dear lady." Mickey felt faint with terror at the unspoken threat.
"N-no!" he gasped. "No, I'll come if that's what y' want! Tell me where and I'll be alone, I swear! You can do whatever you want to me, I don't care… just please don't hurt her!"
A pause followed, and he could hear Minnie's muffled crying. The strange man spoke again, his voice just as cold, but with a spark of amusement at the mouse's desperate pleas.
"How tender… Very well, then; I'm sure you will find us." The line went dead. Mickey closed his eyes as the phone slipped from his hand, praying desperately for his soul mate to be safe.
Minnie… I'm so sorry…
The chief laid his hand on the shaking mouse's shoulder.
"Mickey," he said gently. Mickey stood with his head hanging for a few more minutes, and then slowly looked up. O' Hara was startled at the tears brimming in his eyes.
"I never should've let her leave so late," he whispered. The chief felt very sorry for his friend; he could tell that he blamed himself.
"Ye know this wasn't your fault, don't you?" he asked. Before Mickey could answer, an officer hurried in, making both look up instantly.
"'Scuse me, Chief," he said grimly. "But our techs were trying to trace the call and were blocked… we think there's some kind of bug in the station."
Before either policeman could ponder the point, Mickey got a murderous look on his face and marched out of the office. He ran into the officers taking Pete back to his cell.
"You've got a wire on, don't y'?" the mouse demanded. Pete looked startled, then started to stutter.
"Er… uh…" Frowning, the policemen searched and found a strange device in Pete's jacket pocket. As O' Hara caught up to Mickey, the mouse grabbed the bug and handed it to him.
"Think we can get a trace on this?" The chief smiled grimly as he took it.
"Good thinking, Mickey. We'll see if we can." Once he left, Mickey turned back to Pete, his eyes burning with unholy rage.
"Give me one good reason I shouldn't crack your nut right here," he hissed.
"B…b…but I dint put that there!" Pete blubbered. "That, er… fella who I ain't sayin' must've done it when he ditched me!"
Mickey just stared angrily for several minutes. Then he took a deep breath and started to turn away.
Just as Pete let out a huge sigh of relief, Mickey whirled back around and punched him as hard as he could, right in the gut.
Both officers snorted as they tried not to laugh. "Sorry 'bout that," one said as they hauled the squalling burglar off.
Shortly after, O' Hara came back with good news for a change: they'd gotten a trace on the bug and had a location; an abandoned plant near the city limits. Mickey nearly charged right out, but the chief insisted on having a plan.
"The question is how we're gonna deal with this perp," he said. "We can get some plain clothes to trail ye…" Mickey's stern voice interrupted.
"No." The chief stared at the mouse.
"But, Mickey…" he blustered. Mickey drew himself up taller, his eyes flashing with anger and determination.
"This guy could still be tappin' us for all we know, and if he catches on, he'll hurt Minnie. But don't worry, I don't just use my head for keepin' my ears apart," he said firmly, his eyes fierce and jaw set.
O' Hara couldn't help grinning; he knew that look. "So what's the plan, then?"
….
Minnie's heart pounded as she leaned forward, struggling against the ropes that tied her hands behind her and her feet together. She wasn't sure how long it had been since that cloaked man left her here, but the reason was painfully clear.
Please, Mickey… she begged silently. Please stay away, it's a trap! She instantly shrank back as that awful man that brought her here entered.
"Well, you are a lucky girl," he said in his emotionless voice. "To have… had such a loving companion…" He moved over to a video monitor on the wall and started tinkering with it.
Minnie felt a wave of panic. "Had"? Was he actually going to…? She struggled even harder and managed to work her gag loose.
"W…what…" she swallowed and tried again. "What will you..?" The figure moved to the door, then turned and she heard cruel amusement in his voice.
"Don't worry, dear…" He gestured at the monitor, which now showed the building's entrance. "You'll have a fine view." With that he closed the door. Minnie stared after him, then her eyes began to sting with tears.
"No…" she whimpered. "Oh, please, no…" She kept trying harder and harder to free herself, but it was no use. Trying to catch her breath, she fixed her eyes on the monitor.
Time passed, and she almost started to hope that Mickey had found a different way, or even stayed away. But soon the door opened slowly, and her heart almost stopped as he cautiously stepped in, looking around him.
Minnie tried to shout a warning, but the lump in her throat was too big. As she stared fearfully, she suddenly noticed that he was wearing a blue t shirt with his red shorts.
"Ah," the man said from off camera. "You did come." Mickey's eyes widened with shock, then he clenched his fists, and his voice was angry as he responded.
"Yeah, I did." He spread his arms. "And alone, like I said I'd be… now keep your end and let Minnie go."
The voice chuckled. "Oh, I will… but not yet…"
Minnie watched, her heart almost pounding through her ribs, as Mickey narrowed his eyes and raised his fists. There was silence.
Suddenly, the horrible sound of a gunshot cracked the air and Mickey stumbled backward, red staining his stomach. Just a second later, another shot caught him in the chest as Minnie stared in horror, her mind numb.
"No…" she choked. Her heart shattered as he dropped to his knees, his face blank, and then slowly and limply fell to the ground. He lay there, not moving.
"NO!" Minnie's scream split the air. "MICKEY!" She twisted, desperate to get to his side, keeping her eyes on the monitor.
The screen suddenly got fuzzy, then went black. Minnie froze for a moment, and then slumped against the wall, sobbing.
"No…" she moaned. "No, please… Mickey, no…"
DUN DUN DUUUUUN! Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I couldn't resist! Again, thanks to Squad Unit 19 and those who read and review, the reviews keep me writing. Sorry the update took a while, I'll try to be quicker with the next one… What will happen? Oh yes, and I own nothing of Disney save my unwavering love of it (and my Mickey plushie). This story is purely for fun and entertainment. Hope you've enjoyed it so far and will continue to enjoy the rest. And kindly keep criticism constructive, no flames please. God Bless!