Athos pulled into his driveway, happy to finally be off work. Criminals had kept them busy for nearly two hours and then he ended up having to chase some punk kid five blocks just because the kid was bored and started to destroy privet property, and to top it off all the paper work he had to sign off and write out since their computers crashed. Now all he wanted to do was sit back in his chair with d'Artagnan in his lap. He pulled out his house key and opened the screen door but stopped when the heavy door suddenly opened slightly. Looking at in confusion, he knew he had locked the door on his way out that morning. Drawing his gun, he slowly pushed the door open, listening for any movement or sound that didn't belong in the house.

"Who's there?" he asked, gun aimed and ready. He received no answer but he didn't let his guard down. He then realized that d'Artagnan hadn't greeted him or made any indication that he heard his voice. "d'Artagnan? Come here boy." Nothing. Getting a bad feeling in his stomach he walked a little faster around the house, checking every room but found no and found no d'Artagnan. Deeming his sound secured, he put his gun away and just looked around the empty room. It was too quiet and he wasn't used to it. He was used to d'Artagnan's nails hitting the floor as he ran after his tennis ball, the sound of his squeaky toys, and the little barks when he wanted to play. He pulled out his cell phone and called the only people he knew that would help him.

"Aramis. Get Porthos and get over to my place now…My house has been broken into and d'Artagnan is nowhere to be found…Yes I checked…Thank you."

He hung up and just looked around once more, hoping that d'Artagnan would come running around the corner, but he saw and heard nothing. With a sad sigh, he sat down at the table and looked at the back door, which was slightly opened. He turned his head when the front door opened and Aramis and Porthos walked in.

"Did you find him?"

"No. Someone picked my lock, took d'Artagnan and then left out the backdoor."

"Just d'Artagnan's missing?" Aramis asked.

"Yes. TV is still here and so is the money I left on the dresser."

Aramis and Porthos nodded and got up to look around the house. Whoever broke in had left no clues but one thing was obvious: someone knew that Athos had d'Artagnan and knew that was the one thing that he kept close to his heart. Walking back in the kitchen, the two friends looked sadly at one another when they saw Athos slouched in his chair, defeated.

"I'm sure you came to the same conclusion we have," Aramis said, sitting down next to his friend.

"Yes. They were after d'Artagnan."

"Which means that it has to be someone who knew you had d'Artagnan," Porthos said.

"Labarge never made bail, did he?" Athos asked, lifted his head up.

"Not to our knowledge. I think we would've known if he made bail," Aramis said, thinking the same thing. "Richelieu knows you have d'Artagnan."

"He was acting weird when we went on a walk," Athos said.

"You did get d'Artagnan chipped thought," Aramis pointed out. "If anything happens and someone finds a little black puppy with no collar they will have to scan his chip."

"But how long will I have to wait?" Athos asked, heartbroken. "For the first time in five years I finally found something worth coming home too."

Aramis and Porthos patted their friend on the shoulder, knowing this was killing their friend.

"I can't believe all this trouble for arunt," a man said, looking at the small black puppy they had tied up to a support beam of an abandon building. "Damn thing bit me."

"I told you to keep your hand away from his mouth so it's your own damn fault," another male said. "Boss should be here in a few days."

"What do we do with it until then?"

"We just have to make sure it's in good shape when he gets here."

"What does he want with the dog anyway? Kind of an odd request to break into a police officers house and just take the dog."

"Guess we'll find out when he makes bail in a couple of days"

d'Artagnan, whimpering softly as the rope dug into his neck, just looked around the cold room for Athos. He tried his best to protect himself but in the end, he was just too small and these men were too strong. He just hoped Athos would be okay without him until he got out of this mess.