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Author's Note: Welcome to the final chapter of this story. It's also the longest. ;) It's been a while, but it's been worth it. Thank you for sticking with it. I hope you enjoy the final chapter. No flames, please and please R&R.

Squad Unit 19, over and out!
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DOWN TIME

Morning arose over Minnie's house. Mickey opened his eyes. He glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand beside the bed. It was a little after eight. He sat up, yawned and stretched. He decided he would surprise Minnie with breakfast. She made it for him the morning before, so he decided to make it for her this morning.

He slid out of bed and tiptoed out of the room and quietly down the hall. He snuck to the doorway into Minnie's room. He peaked inside and seen her lying facing the doorway. She had a smile on her face. He smiled. He turned and snuck quietly down the stairs. He made his way into her kitchen. He got out two pans and the pancake mix. He started to fix some pancakes. As he cooked, he let his mind wander. He thought of his side. He was recovering. It would take some time, but he would be at one hundred percent soon. He then thought about the previous night, when he stood in front of his girlfriend in nothing but a towel. He grinned. He knew he got a rise out of her. Actually, he didn't really mind standing in front of her like that. He turned his attention back to his present task and continued.

It didn't take long before the whole kitchen smelled of the sweet pancake aroma. He prepared six pancakes total. He put three in one plate and three in another plate. He set them on the table and put the pans in the sink. He got out two forks and two cups. He layed a couple paper towels on the table as well. Once he set the table, he then made his way upstairs.

Mickey tiptoed into Minnie's room and over to her bed. He gently sat down on the edge of the bed. She shifted slightly from the additional weight. He placed his hand on her shoulder, leaned down and kissed her lightly on her cheek.

"Minnie. It's morning. Wake up, sweetie," he uttered. Her eyes blinked open and she looked up to meet his smile as her eyes adjusted. She returned his smile.

"Hey, sleeping beauty," he smiled.

"Hey, prince charming," she smiled back. She sat up, yawned and stretched.

"Good morning, Mickey," she uttered a little sleepily.

"Good morning, Minnie," he said softly. She pulled off the covers and scooted over next to him. She snuggled up to him,
resting her head on his shoulder and her side against his. He placed arm behind her back and put his hand on her side.

"How'd you sleep?" he asked. He felt her nuzzle against him as she sighed softly.

"I slept good. How 'bout you?" she replied.

"I slept good, too," he answered. He kissed her softly on the top of her head. She looked up at him.

"How does your side feel?" she asked.

"It's okay. It's not sore right now," he replied. Minnie gave Mickey a beaconing smile at his words.

"Oh, I'm so glad," she said. She leaned up and kissed him gently on his cheek, then nuzzled against him again.

"I love you, Mickey," she uttered warmly.

"I love you, too, Minnie," he murmured softly. A peaceful silence fell between the two young mouse lovers as they sat cuddled up against one another.

"I've got a surprise for you downstairs," Mickey grinned, breaking the silence.

"You do?" Minnie asked, looking up at him.

"Yep," he replied. He moved his arm from around her back and got off her bed. He stood up and took her hands into his. She stood up in front of him. He went around behind her and gently placed his hands over her eyes.

"But you need to keep your eyes closed," he said.

"You didn't have to get me anything, Mickey," she said.

"Heh, I didn't get you anything. I MADE you something. Now keep your eyes closed and no peeking" he grinned. He removed his hands and took her hand.

"Follow me. I'll lead you," he smiled. He led her out of her bedroom and to the stairs.

"Careful," he cautioned her as he led her down the steps. He led her into the kitchen and stopped.

"Okay. Open them," he grinned. She opened her eyes and she gasped a little and her mouth fell open slightly.

"Oh, Mickey!" she gushed. She turned to him. "This looks wonderful, Mickey," she beamed.

"Thanks, Minnie. I wanted to surprise you," he said.

"You did," she smiled. She then took his other hand. "But you shouldn't have done this," she said.

"I wanted to. It was no trouble. You made breakfast for me yesterday, so I decided to make you breakfast this morning," he smiled.

"But you made me dinner last night," she said.

"Yes, but you made dinner for me the first evening. You made me breakfast and dinner, now I've made you breakfast and dinner," he smiled. Minnie felt her heart melt as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and embraced him.

"Oh, Mickey. Thank you so much. That means a lot to me," she murmured as she nuzzled herself against him. Mickey smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist and embraced her back. He felt an enjoyable shiver go through him when he felt her hot breath and her soft and warm lips on the side of his neck as she kissed him.

"You're welcome, Minnie. I'm glad you like it," he uttered as he began to rub his hand up and down her back. A soft growl was felt suddenly from Minnie's stomach, followed by Mickey's. They both pulled back a little and laughed.

"How about we eat?" he asked.

"Sounds good to me," she grinned. They walked over to the table and he pulled a chair out for her. She smiled adoringly at him.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." After she sat down, he got a jug of orange juice out of the refrigerator and poured her some.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." She then got the jug from his hands and pured some in his cup.

"Thanks, doll," he smiled.

"You're welcome, baby," she smiled. She set the orange juice on the table and he sat down next to her. They held each others hand as they said their prayer together, then they started to eat. Mickey grinned slyly.

"I've got three pancakes and one hotcake," he said. Minnie looked at his plate, then up to him with a grin of her own.

"I see three pancakes, but I don't see your hotcake." He leaned close to her and touched his nose to hers, leaving his eyes open.

"I'm looking at it. YOU'RE it," he said.

"Oh, Mickey," she smiled. She nuzzled her nose against his. "And you're mine." They each chuckled as they pulled away. Then they continued to eat together.

After finishing their breakfast, Mickey and Minnie put their dishes, forks and cups in the sink.

"I'LL help you wash these this time," she said with a firm grin.

"I can get them," he replied.

"I want to help you," she responded. He grinned and nodded. They started to wash the dishes together.

"See? It IS more fun when we do it together," she smiled, gently brushing her side against his.

"I can't deny that," he grinned, brushing his side against hers. They washed, dried and put the dishes up. Minnie was putting the last plate up when Mickey spoke.

"I'm gonna go down to the station and see if the Chief has anymore info on those robberies."

"I'll go with you," she said. He turned to her.

"You don't have to."

"I want to." Mickey smiled.

"Okay. Thanks." Minnie gave him a kiss on his cheek.

"You're welcome."

"I need to change first," he grinned.

"So do I," she grinned as well. He extended his hand.

"M'lady," he smiled coyly.

"Why, thank you," she giggled. She took his hand and they made their way upstairs. When they got to the top of the stairs, their hands slipped away as they each started toward the different bedrooms.

"Do you need some help?" she asked.

"No, but thanks anyway," he smiled.

"You're welcome," she smiled. "If you need me, just let me know."

"I will," he nodded with a smile. They each walked into the two bedrooms, changed clothes and walked back out.

"You ready to go?" he asked.

"You bet," she replied.

Mickey and Minnie left her house and made their way to the police station. When they got there, they seen that Casey wasn't at the desk. They walked over to the door to O'Hara's office. Mickey knocked on it.

"Come in," they heard the Chief say. They opened the door and stepped in.

"Hi, Mickey. Hi, Minnie," O'Hara said.

"Hi, Chief," Mickey replied.

"Hello, Chief," Minnie replied.

"How are you kids?" O'Hara asked. They walked over to his desk and sat down in two chairs.

"I'm okay. I'm getting over the soreness," Mickey grinned.

"I'm fine. I'm better now that Mickey's getting better," Minnie said, smiling at Mickey as she finished.

"I was just about to call you," O'Hara started. He got into his desk drawer and pulled out a set of keys. "Horace got your car fixed, Mickey. All you have to do is pick it up." He handed him the keys.

"Thanks, Chief," Mickey said.

"We came to ask you about the case. Any more info, Chief?" Minnie asked.

"Not much has developed I'm afraid. There weren't any thefts last night. And we don't have anymore information about the previous hits," O'Hara answered.

"He knows that the police will be on high alert, so he's lying low," Minnie said.

"He figures he'll give it a night or two before he strikes again," Mickey added.

"That's what I think. That gives us a little extra time to come up with plan to catch him. I'm going to put some undercover officers in some unmarked cars and set up a stake out," O'Hara stated.

"I want to help you with this case, Chief," Mickey said with some determanation in his voice. Minnie turned to him as her expression turned to one of concern.

"Mickey, you've only been out of the hospital for two nights. Maybe you should give a day or two more."

"But I want to help, Minnie," Mickey replied. She placed her hand on his and begun to stroke the top of it with her thumb.

"I know you do. I do, too. But you need to recover a little more. You need a little more rest."

"I'll be able to rest easier knowing that that Pete is behind bars. And he's already hit two stores. If we wait a couple more days, that'll just be that much more time in his favor," Mickey said.

"I have to agree with you. I would like to put you kids on this case," O'Hara responded.

"We can set up a stake out at a store that hasn't been robbed yet," Mickey suggested. Minnie sighed in defeat.

"All right. But are you sure you feel well enough to do this, Mickey?" Minnie asked, clearly concerned with his safety.

"I feel fine. And I'll feel better once that Pete's off the streets," Mickey replied.

"Well, I have to say, I'll feel better once he's in jail, too. Okay. You can do this. But on one condition..." she said.

"And that is...?" he grinned.

"That I'll be there with you," she smiled. "I don't want you doing this alone. I want to be there if you need my help." Mickey smiled and sighed in defeat.

"Okay. Deal," he smiled.

"Thank you," she smiled. She leaned over and gave him a peck on his cheek.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" O'Hara asked.

"Yes," the mice replied in unison.

"Okay. I'll put you both on the case. Come back later tonight, and I'll set you up with what you need," O'Hara said.

"Okay. Thanks, Chief," Mickey smiled.

"Thank you, Chief," Minnie smiled. They each stood up and started toward the door.

"I'll see you kids later. Take it easy," O'Hara waved.

"We will. See ya," the mice both replied as they waved. They walked outside and started to the car. She turned to him.

"Mickey, are you sure you can do this?" she asked. He turned to her.

"I'll be fine, Minnie. I'll feel better once that Pete's in jail," he replied.

"I know. I just... I just don't want you getting hurt again," she said, looking straight into his brown eyes. They got to the car and stopped. Mickey turned fully to her, raised his hand and cupped her cheek delicately.

"It'll be okay. I feel fine and I'll be fine," he smiled softly. Minnie raised her hands and placed them on his.

"But what if Pete tries to hurt you again? What if he..." Minnie doesn't finish her sentence before she lowers her head. She looks back up at Mickey. He sees her eyes glazing over. She wraps her arms around his neck and nestles her head onto his shoulder. "I don't want you to get hurt again. I don't wanna lose you, Mickey." She begins to whimper softly on his shoulder. He can hear her muffled sniffs.

Mickey wraps his arms around her waist and begins to stroke one hand up and down her back, and the other on the back of her head in her hair to comfort her.

"It's okay. You're not gonna lose me, Minnie. It's okay," he whispered. He kisses her softly on her head. He comforts her for several more seconds before she pulls back and gazes into his eyes.

"It'll be all right. I'll be fine. Besides, you'll be right there with me," he smiled softly. He raises a hand to her cheek and begins to stroke it tenderly. "It'll be okay."

Minnie smiles a little at him. He gently wipes away the tears that fell on her cheek. He leans close and softly kisses her on her eyes. He then strokes her cheek again. Minnie begins to feel her worries fly away. She's feeling better now.

"Now, no more crying. You know I hate to see you upset," he said.

"I know. I'm sorry. I just can't stand the thought of something happening to you," she said.

"I'll be fine. And you'll be there with me, right?"

"You're not doing this without me," she grinned. He kissed her on her nose.

"Everything will be okay. I may not be completely better, but I could still give Pete a run for his money," Mickey grinned.

"I don't doubt that," Minnie smiled. Her tone softened.

"Just promise me you won't do anything to hurt yourself again," she said.

"I promise. Promise me you wont do anything to get yourself hurt either," he said.

"I promise," she smiled. They stared into each others eyes for a moment.

"Mickey," Minnie started.

"Hm?" he uttered. She embraced him, nestling her head against his shoulder.

"Thanks for making me feel better," she murmured. He embraced her back.

"You're welcome," he whispered. They each pulled back after a few seconds. She pulled back and smiled up at him.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks to you," she smiled. Her tone became angry. "It's just... When I think about what Pete did to you, I could just punch his lights out! Oohh, I'd like to get my hands on him. He shouldn't do this to you and get away with it."

Mickey couldn't help but grin. Minnie can be feisty at times. He also admired her feistyness and determination. He raised his hand to her cheek and stroked it softly.

"Don't worry. We'll get him," he smiled. At his touch and gentle words, she began to calm down. She smiled at him and then embraced him.

"Thanks," she uttered.

"No problem," he uttered. She pulled back with a warm smile.

"How about we go to the park? We can play a little Frisbee. It'll be some good exercise," she smiled,

"I was just about to ask you the same thing," he grinned.

"Great minds think alike," she smiled.

"And so do hearts," he added.

"Especially when they're connected," she chimed.

"Can't argue with you on that one," he grinned. She giggled, then leaned up and kissed him on his lips. She pulled back and chuckled lightly when she noticed the goofy grin on Mickey's face.

"Come on. Let's go to the park," he smiled.

"Right beside you," she smiled. They got into the car and headed for the park.

Mickey and Minnie sat nestled together under the tree at their spot. they were glad that this area was secluded from the rest of the park. So it was pretty much THEIR spot. The wind blew gently, with occasional strong gusts from time-to-time. They sat there for a while, then Minnie looked up at Mickey.

"How about that game of Frisbee?" she asked with a playful grin.

"I'm game," he grinned. Minnie got the Frisbee from beside them, got up and helped him up. They each took their places several yards apart.

"Now, be careful. Okay, Mickey?" she said.

"Gotcha, Minnie," he replied. Minnie threw the Frisbee to Mickey first, then he threw it back. They began to throw it back and forth to one another. Both were having a great time.

"Here it comes, Mickey!" Minnie called. She threw it to him.

"I got it!" he laughed as he caught it. He cocked his arm.

"Comin' at ya, Minnie!" he called as he threw it to her.

"I got it!" she laughed as she caught it. She then threw it toward him. A gust of wind caught it and blew it toward the tree.

"Uh-oh," Minnie uttered as she seen where it was headed. It hit the tree and fell to the ground. Mickey walked over and picked it up.

"Got it," he said. He cocked his arm. "Here it comes!" He threw it and she caught it. She threw it back to him. He caught it and threw it back. It only flew a few feet from his hand, when a gust of wind caught it and carried it to the tree.

"Uh-oh," he uttered. It blew up a little and got caught on a branch in the tree. Mickey and Minnie both walked under the tree and looked up.

"Sorry about that, Minnie," he said with an apologetic tone.

"Don't worry, Mickey. It wasn't your fault," she smiled reassuringly at him. She then looked back up at the tree. "How will we get it down?" Mickey tried to jump up to it, but he couldn't jump high enough.

"Well that didn't work," he said. Minnie then tried to jump up to it, but she too couldn't jump high enough.

"We'll have to think of another way," she said. "Too bad we don't have a latter, or a long stick." Mickey looked up and thought for a moment.

"Well... I could try to climb up and get it," he suggested. She turned to him.

"No way! You are NOT climbing up there and you sore!" she said firmly but caringly. He thought again. He believed that if he put his height together with Minnie's that they could reach.

"Why don't you climb up on my shoulders?" he asked. Minnie turned to him.

"Nu-uh. No way!" she rejected.

"Why not?"

"I am NOT climbing onto you and you hurt. What if you drop me? What if I make your soreness worse?"

"I've lifted you up before."

"I know, but you weren't hurt then."

"You trust me, don't you?"

"You know I do. I trust you with my life. I'm not so much afraid of falling as I am that I'll hurt you." Mickey stepped closer to Minnie and placed his hand on her cheek.

"I won't drop you, and you won't hurt me. It's okay," he smiled soothingly. Minnie felt her worry begin to fade. She smiled at him.

"Okay. But I WON'T climb onto you. Just lift me up enough so I can grab hold of a branch, and I'll climb the tree that way. I'm sorry, Mickey, but I won't risk hurting you even more," she said.

"Okay. Deal," he smiled. He bent down and locked his hands together.

"Now if you start to get sore, be sure and tell me," she said firmly.

"I will," he replied. She put her foot into his hands and her hands on his shoulders.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Ready," she replied. He lifted her up. She tried to grab a branch but it was just out of reach.

"I can't reach it."

"You'll have to climb onto my shoulders."

"But..."

"It'll be all right. Don't worry." Against her better judgement, Minnie reluctantly agreed.

"Alright..." He lowered her to the ground and crouched down.

"I don't like this..." she said hesitantly.

"It's okay. Trust me," he smiled.

"I trust you," she smiled. "It's gravity and your sore side that I'm having trouble making friends with," she grinned.

"You've never doubted when I've lifted you before. You always enjoyed it."

"That was because you weren't sore then. I'm just afraid that I'll hurt you."

"I'll be fine. Now c'mon. Let's get that Frisbee so we can finish our game." Minnie can never resist Mickey's boyish nature and charm.

"Okay... Just take it easy and don't strain yourself." She climbed onto his back, placing her legs on either side of his neck. He placed his hands on her legs to hold her.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Ready," she responded. He slowly stood up next to the tree. She reached up and tried to grab the branch.

"I've almost got it," she said.

"Hold on," he said. He tried to lift her a little by placing his hands on the backs of her upper legs. She grabbed the branch.

"Got it!" She grabbed onto it with both hands.

"I'm gonna pull myself up. Can you lift me a little?" she asked.

"Sure," he replied.

With his hands on the backs of her thighs, he begun to gently lift her. Minnie couldn't help but notice the position of his hands. Just a couple inches higher and he would be holding her up by her tush. Not that she minded. She really didn't mind it. Although it did make her blush a little and it did kind of send an enjoyable shiver through her. Minnie begun to pull herself up as Mickey begun to lift her. She climbed up a couple branches until she reached the one with their Frisbee. With a good deal of effort, she pulled herself up onto the branch, climbed up on it and sat. It was quite uncomfortable. She wiped her forehead as she took a breath.

"Whew," she said.

"You okay up there?" Mickey called from the ground. Minnie looked down toward him. She was up several feet.

"Yeah. I'm alright. Hold on and I'll get the Frisbee," she called.

"Be careful," he called back. Minnie smiled at his words. His care and concern for her always touches her. She looked to the end of the branch and saw the Frisbee caught in the leaves. She began to scoot herself across the branch. She was thankful it was a solid and sturdy branch. The bark on the branch was very rough. She could feel hit against her hands as she made her way across. She was thankful that she was wearing jeans. A dress would have been REALLY uncomfortable. She was also glad that she was only several feet from their disc. She got to the Frisbee. She pulled it from the leaves.

"Here it comes!" she called down. She dropped it down to him.

"Got it!" he said as he caught it. He dropped it next to him. He looked back up. "Now, please come down from there!" Mickey raised his hands to help her down. Minnie started to ease off the branch. She put her foot on a lower branch temporarily to get better footing, but it was too weak. It snapped.

"Aahh!" Minnie screamed as she started to fall.

"Minnie!" Mickey gasped in horror as he witnessed the event. His heart lurched in his chest. She quickly grabbed a branch to keep from falling. It worked, but now she was dangling from it. The only thing between her and the ground was a tree branch.

"Hang on, Minnie!" Mickey called. He didn't hide the concern and fear he had. He quickly positioned himself directly under her and held out his arms.

"Just let go! I'll catch you!" he called. Minnie looked down. Her heart was doing a marathon in her chest.

"Don't worry. You'll be okay. I'll catch you. Just let go." He calmed his voice as much as he could to try and help her stay calm and not frighten her.

"O-okay..." she stammered. Minnie trusted Mickey with her life. He had never let her down and she's never doubted him. She put her trust in him, looked back up, closed her eyes, and let go of the branch. She began her quick decent. She couldn't help but let out a scream as she felt the cold wind blowing hard against her back. She squinched her eyes shut and partly expected a spasm of extreme pain to shoot through her when her body met the cold, hard ground... But she didn't. She was caught by something. For a couple seconds, she left her eyes shut tight. Then Minnie opened her eyes to see what had prevented her from hitting the ground. She saw Mickey smiling at her with his warm, loving and comfortable smile. He had caught her in his arms. Just like he said he would, and like her heart believed he would. She didn't doubt him. He had kept his word.

"Don't worry, Minnie. I gotcha," he smiled softly. Minnie felt her heart do a back flip in her chest. He had saved her once again from a terrible fate.

"Oh, Mickey!" she wailed happily as she wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her nose into the side of his neck. She pulled back with a beaming smile, her arms still around his neck.

"Thanks for saving me, Mickey. You're my hero," she smiled. She kissed him lovingly on his cheek.

"Are you all right?" he asked gently.

"I am now," she murmured happily, brushing her cheek against his. She pulled back and met his smile with her own. He gently set her feet down on the ground and she stood in front of him.

"You scared the heck outta me," he said.

"Scared the heck outta me, too," she grinned.

"I thought I was gonna lose you," he said. She could sense the emotion in his voice. It was worry, and now relief. Her heart twirled inside her chest. She leaned closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You didn't lose me, Mickey. You saved me. It's okay. I'm right here, and I always will be," she smiled softly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her on her forehead.

"Thanks, doll," he murmured.

"You're welcome, baby," she uttered. He pulled back a bit.

"How's your side?" she asked.

"It's okay. It's barely sore," he replied.

"That's good," she responded. She kissed him on his nose.

"Now... How about we finish that game?" he grinned.

"You got it. But let's not stand so close to the tree this time," she grinned.

"I got that," he replied. They parted, stepped away from the tree and begun to play with their Frisbee again.

Both young mice had a great time together. After playing with the Frisbee for about another half hour, they relaxed for a while under the tree. After that, they took a stroll through the park together. Later on that evening, Mickey and Minnie went out for dinner. They went to a restaurant, got a hamburger and a soda and ate together. Both enjoyed it. A little later that night, they went back to the police station to talk to Chief O'Hara. They greeted him and sat down.

"So you're both sure you want to do this?" O'Hara asked.

"Yes," both mice replied.

"All right. You can set up surveillance at this address," he said, handing them piece of paper. They both looked at it.

"Right," they both replied. O'Hara got a radio and gave it to them.

"Mickey, because of your current condition of health right now, I'm not completely trusting of you going after Pete. I'm glad Minnie will be there to help you, but If you see anything suspicious, radio it in. Call for backup and wait for us. Understood?" the Chief stated.

"Understood," Mickey responded.

"Roger," Minnie added.

"Good. I'll see you kids later. And be careful." Mickey and Minnie each nodded, got up and started out the door.

"Thanks, Chief," Mickey said.

"Thank you," Minnie said. They waved to him and walked out. They got in the car and headed for the address on the note. They pulled over far enough away from the shop to keep an eye on it but not be seen. They sat there talking and waiting.

"Mickey... Are you sure you feel well enough to do this?" Minnie asked, looking at him with concern.

"I'm sure, Minnie. I'll rest easier knowing Pete's in jail," Mickey responded.

"I know. I will, too. I just don't want you to get hurt again," she said.

"I'll be fine. Besides, I'm not going after him alone," he smiled.

"Not on my watch, you're not," she grinned firmly.

"Thanks for being here with me, Minnie. I really appreciate it," he smiled. softly.

"Aw, Mickey. You're welcome. I'm glad I'm here to help you," she smiled warmly. She leaned over and kissed him on his cheek.

Just then, they noticed a truck pull up to the store, pulled into an ally next to it and stopped.

"That's the truck that hit me!" Mickey said. They noticed rather large figure walk to the front doors.

"And I bet that's Pete!" Minnie said. They watched as the figure pulled something from a bag it was carrying, pointed it to the doors and walked in.

"I'll call the police," Minnie stated. She got her cell phone from her pocket and dialed the number. After she hung up, Mickey reached for the car door.

"Let's go," Mickey said. Minnie grabbed his arm and stopped him.

"Shouldn't we wait for the police?"

"If we wait, he'll get away again. This is our chance."

"Why don't we try a different approach?"

Mickey thought for a second.

"I've got an idea," he said.

"I'm all ears," she grinned. He whispered his plan into her ear. "Let's do it," she grinned.

"Right," he nodded.

As Mickey and Minnie put their plan into action, Pete meanwhile was busy looting the store.

"Ha! Now that that mouse is in the hospital, I don't have to worry about him interferin'. And since I've got this gizmo, the police won't even get the call in time to get here," Pete said. He finished filling his bag and walked to the door.

"Well. Another day, another sucessful heist. And no one can stop me," he laughed. He stepped outside and pulled the device from his pocket. After activating the alarms, he started down the ally, but froze in his tracks when he looked down it. His jaw dropped and his pupils turned in saucers.

"Hello, Pete," Mickey and Minnie each grinned deviously. They were standing with their arms crossed, leaning against his truck.

"Ho-How did you...? he stuttered.

"...Get out of the hospital?" Mickey finished. "You didn't think I'd go down without a fight, did ya?"

"And he's not alone in this fight. Face it, Pete. It's over," Minnie grinned.

"Oh, yeah!" Pete glared.

"Yeah. The police are on their way," Minnie grinned.

"It's over," Mickey said.

"We'll see about that!" Pete threw the bag of stolen goods right at the mice and bolted out of the ally. Mickey and Minnie each dodged the projectile by jumping to the side. They each grabbed two ropes that they had found and tied each of them into a lasso. They took off after Pete as he dashed down the sidewalk. His bulky size gave the younger and more physically fit mice an advantage. They each had a rope in their hand. Like a cowboy and cowgirl chasing a horse, they twirled the ropes above their heads and threw them, each lassoing Pete.

"Yee haw!" they each cried excitedly in unison as the ropes caught their target. Pete stopped as they each pulled back on the ropes. They ran up to him and begun to run around him, tying him up even more. After several go arounds, Pete was wound up tight and could barely move. His arms was tied tightly against his torso and could barely move. They stopped in front of him with the ends of the ropes in their hands. They each turned to each other and nodded with a devious grin.

They pulled on the ropes, causing Pete to fall over on the sidewalk. They walked over and smiled down at him.

"Now it's over," they grinned in unison. They stood up and high-fived each other.

"We did it!" they cheered happily. They hugged each other, then turned back to Pete.

"Okay, Pete. Who made that device of yours?" Mickey asked.

"He said to not rat 'em out," Pete replied flatly.

"Where did you get it?" Minnie asked.

"I ain't telling," Pete replied. Just then two police cars pulled up. Chief O'Hara stepped out of one and walked up to the mice.

"Congratulations, you two. You caught Pete!" he said.

"Thanks, Chief," they both replied. An officer pulled Pete up and started toward a squad car with him. Minnie walked up to him as the officer got to the car.

"Wait, officer." The officer stopped as he and Pete turned to the her. She walked calmly up to Pete, showing no fear.

"Pete..." she started. She then raised her right foot and stomped right on Pete's left foot.

"Yeeooww!" he shrieked.

"That was for what you did to Mickey!" she glared firmly. The cop then put Pete and his injured appendage in the back seat of the patrol car. Mickey walked up to Minnie and placed his hand gently on her shoulder.

"Thanks, Minnie," he smiled. She turned to him and smiled tenderly.

"You're welcome, Mickey. I wasn't about to let him get away with what he did to you," she smiled. He kissed her gently on her ear, sending a pleasurable shiver through her and causing her to giggle from the sensation. They shared a brief smile then turned back to the Chief. He was looking at the device that Pete had been using to disable the alarms.

"I wonder who could have created this?" O'Hara pondered. Mickey and Minnie walked over to get a closer look as well.

"Pete wouldn't tell us who made it," Mickey answered.

"And he wouldn't tell us where he got it," Minnie responded.

They begun to examine the object. The device was about the size of a standard remote control, but had fewer buttons. It had a red, green and black button. O'Hara pressed the green button. The alarms inside the store deactivated. He pressed the red button. The alarms reactivated. He then pressed the black button. A voice came on through a transmitter built into it.

"Dr. Portis, here. What's your status, Pete?" it said. Mickey recognized the voice.

"That's Dr. Portis, Pete's cousin," he said.

"But I though he was in jail," Minnie said perplexed.

"He is," the Chief answered.

"He must have built that device inside his cell," Mickey said.

"And he gave it to Pete," Minnie said.

"I didn't think Pete was smart enough to make this gizmo."

"I didn't, either. He injured you so you couldn't stop him."

"Well, thanks to you kids, the case is solved. And we have a room for Pete in jail, and a surprise for Dr. Portis when we get back. Extra time for assisting a criminal," O'Hara grinned. He gave the device to one of the officers and shook the mice' hands.

"Thanks again for your help kids," he said.

"You're welcome, Chief," Mickey replied.

"We're happy to help," Minnie replied.

"It's good to have you back helping us, Mickey," O'Hara said.

"It's good to be back, Chief," Mickey replied.

Later, after the cops left, Minnie turns to Mickey.

"Feels good to be back out here, doesn't it?" she grinned knowingly.

"It sure does," he replied. "Pete's back in jail, and his cousin, Portis, will have to deal with the police tomorrow."

"You were great, Mickey," she smiled warmly.

"Thanks, Minnie, but I couldn't have done it without your help," he said.

"Oh, that's okay. I'm glad I could help you," she grinned. Mickey wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. Minnie returned the embrace by wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him close to her.

"Thanks for your help, Minnie. I really appreciate it," Mickey smiled.

"You're welcome, Mickey. I wanted to help you," Minnie smiled. She leaned close and pressed her lip to his in a loving kiss.
After a few seconds, she pulled back to meet his smile.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"I'm okay. My side's just a little sore, but nothing that won't go away," he replied. He looked into her loving brown eyes with his own.

"Thanks for helping me, and for taking care of me. That means a lot to," he smiled softly.

"You're welcome. I wanted to help you, and I wanted to take care of you," she smiled softly.

"I owe you, Minnie."

"No. You don't owe me a thing, Mickey. You would have done the same for me."

"You know I would."

"I wanted to. We're even." They each shared a warm and loving smile. They each leaned close and kissed.

"How about we go get an ice cream? My treat," she asked after she pulled back.

"I like the sound of that," he replied. "But it'll be my treat."

"No, my treat."

"No, mine." They each smiled.

"I'll get yours," Mickey smiled.

"And I'll get yours," Minnie smiled.

"Deal," they smiled in unison. They each leaned close in another kiss. They pulled back, walked arm-in-arm to the car, got in and headed to the ice cream shop together.

Working together, they were able to capture Pete, and foil his and Dr. Portis' plot. They knew that by working together, they would be able to succeed. Together, they make a really great team. They each know it, and neither doubts it. They both believed they could do it. Mickey and Minnie both know that when they work together, they make a great team.

The End.

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A.N.: Dr. Portis is a real Disney character. He was used in Walt Disney's Comics and Stories, July # 682. I want to thank everyone who read this story, everyone who provided me with writing aid, and everyone who reviewed. Thank you all very much. :) There is more from me coming up. See ya then. ;D