The Monkees Part 2

Chapter 18

Mike and Peter walked out of the house and Mike drove both of them to the airport. It took 5 hours (I dont really know how long it takes to get to Cali from South Dakota) to get to California. Once they got off the plane, hitched a ride in a cab and went to the hospital that Micky was at.

Peter walked behind Mike as they went to the receptionist desk and Mike asked: "Can you tell me which room Micky Dolenz is in?"

"ICU 3rd floor room 312."

"Thanks."

After leaving the elevator on the 3rd floor, Mike saw Davy had just exited from seeing Micky and Mike couldn't help but smile. Its been several months since they saw eachother but he wished it was under better circumstances.

He approached Davy as Davy turned around and saw both him and Peter. "What are you two doing here? You are in danger. That's why Micky was shot. Wait, how did you know what happened to him?"

"It was in the newspaper. We couldn't just sit around without knowing weather Micky was going to live or die." Peter said.

"So, who shot Micky?" Mike said.

"Gary Martins."

"Gary Martins? I thought he was behind this whole operation." Mike said as he sighed and looked at Davy and gave a fake smile and took off.

Peter and Davy both looked at each other: "So, uh, what do you think he's going to do Davy?"

"I have no idea. I just hope it doesn't get him killed."

Davy motioned for Peter to go in to Micky's room and he followed afterwards. Micky was already awake and was shocked to actually see Peter with Davy.

"Pete? What on earth are you doing here?"

"He came to see you."

"What about Mike? Where is he?"

"Well, it goes like this.................Once Mike found out who shot you, he kinda took off. My guess is, he's going after Gary Martins."

"Oh great. He's going to get himself killed."

"I'll go after him."

"Pete, wait. We go after him together." Micy said trying to get out of bed.

"Micky, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to help you guys."

"No you're not Micky. You're in no condition to help out. For God sake, you were just shot in the chest and really could have died. You are staying put."

Micky began to pout. "Come on guys."

"No. Me and Davy can handle it." Peter said putting a hand on Micky's shoulder.

"Okay. Okay. I surrender." Micky said putting his hands up and laying back down on the bed.

"We will be back latah with Mike." Davy said as he and Peter walked out the door.

"I wonder where Mike could be at."

"Yeah. Me too. I don't think it'll be easy to find Mike."

"Yeah. I don't think so either."

Davy and Peter walked down to the parking garage and into the MonkeeMobile with Davy driving and Peter was in the passengers side.

Palm Springs

Mike had hitched a ride all the way to Palm Springs so he can deal with the man who shot his close friend. He knew exactly where he was going.

He went over to what looked like an abandoned warehouse but he knew it wasn't abandoned because he and Peter were brought to that exact warehouse.

Mike entered and he stared over at none other than Gary Martins. Mike put his hand on his hip and tilted his hip as he watched this guy. Finally, Mike approached him, grabbed him by the neck and threw him to the closest wall and he spoke up: "Was it you who shot my friend?"

"Ah, Mr. Nesmith. So good to finally see you. Tell me, how did you get out of the Witness Protection Program?"

"That is none of you're concern. You will pay for what you have done."

"Tell me, how do you plan to fight me Mr. Nesmith? Any ideas on how to hurt me?"

"Don't try to intimidate me. Stay away from me and my friends! I will hurt you if I see you anywhere near my friends!"

Mike left without a scratch. He wanted to hurt this guy pretty bad but he also didn't want to end up in jail. He walked out to his motorized skateboard and took off.

Mike arrived back at the hospital to find Davy and Peter outside of Micky's room talking quietly.

Davy looked over at Mike: "Mike!" Both he and Peter said as they ran up to him. "Where did you go? What happened?"

"Nothin'. Just went to see an old friend."

Davy heard the sarcasm in his voice. "You went to see Gary Martins didn't you?"

"Well, maybe."

Peter's eyes went wide. "Did you kill him?"

"What, no. I wanted to though. When I got there, I wanted to rip his throat out. But, I got to thinkin', if that happened, I would probably go to prison. So, I just managed to try to scare him but I honestly don't think it worked."

"So, basically, you went over there to threaten him."

"Yeah." Mike walked into Micky's room. Micky had already awoken and saw Mike. He had been worried about him since he found out Mike went after Martins.

"Mike? Are you nuts?" Those words were the first to come out of his mouth.

"Maybe a little."

"Well, in that case, its good to see you Mike." Micky's voice softened as he sat up.

Mike gave Micky a fist bump and gave him a smile. "I'm glad you're okay Micky. The way I hear it, you stepped in front of the gun and took a bullet for Tiny here."

"Yeah, well, its what friends do. We take bullets for each other. Literally." Micky smiled for a bit.

Mike patted Micky on the shoulder. "You'll be fine. We all will." Mike turned to look at Davy and Peter and turned back to Micky. "I really didn't mean to scare ya Mick. Its just that, I don't want any of my best friends hurt again. I will go through all lengths to make sure no one hurts you guys."

"That's nice Mike." Micky said as Davy and Peter nodded agreeing to Micky.

"So, Micky," Mike pointed his finger at him. "Get better soon buddy."

"Thanks Mike. I will try to get out of bed ASAP." Micky joked with him.

"You better. After all, we can't have our drummer layin' around in bed all the time. If we put Davy on the drums, I don't think he could see past you're tom toms." Mike said as he patted Davy on the head.

"Davy's not short. Stand up Davy, show Mike how tall you are." Micky said in a joking manner.

"I am standing up."