Girls Best Friend: Part 4.25 BONUS

...All day I have wanted to write and I pushed it to the back of my mind and told myself to wait until Friday, that I can't go spoiling my readers, because soon enough they will grow to expect a bonus post. But I really need to write it down and share it with you guys...and if i'm honest, you are all rather lovely!

One thing to note is that there is no part carried over from the last part and that will become clear in about...ooh!...2.5 seconds?! Are you ready? Hey, no talking at the back!, its story time....

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It had been a long night and he was really hungry, he could hear his stomach growling and he looked across at the men in the room and wondered how he had got there, then he remembered; he had been kidnapped.

It had been like any other day. He had spent most of it going about his business; making sure that everything had been done, and everything was where it should be. He had even eaten breakfast much earlier than usual, and thinking back, he should have realised that it was a clue that the day wouldn't be anything like he expected. He had to have a lie down afterwards and that's where it all gets a bit blurry.

He wasn't sure if he had just dreamt what had happened or if it had been real, but waking up in a strange place surrounded by strange people was enough of an indication, that all was not as it seemed. He was thirsty and as he waited for some water he tried to recall what had happened....

Whilst Millie had been in the shower getting all clean and smelling of apples he had been dozing in his bed under the table. As he lazed in bed he heard some noise coming from the hallway, he didn't need to be a Bassett hound to sniff out what was going on, that was purely coincidence. He had wandered into the hallway and been met with a large man who smelled of dustbins, and not in a good way, but the man seemed friendly enough at the time. He had kindly given him some food, it wasn't his usual brand, but delicious all the same. After eating he had felt quite drowsy and fallen asleep in his bed, he didn't even hear Millie leave, but was woken again by the same dustbin man. This time there were others with him and they were turning all Millies things over, Elvis couldn't quite believe it and he tried to move and to say something but he couldn't, he was paralysed.  He tried not to panic. Whilst the men were turning over things in Millies living room another man came into the kitchen and stroked his head, the mans face was multi-coloured and he smelled a little off.

'Oi, you..Rob! What the bleedin' 'ell d'you fink you're playing at? this ain't a petting zoo, 'elp us look for the map.' said dustbin man.

'You didn't need to drug the dog..' replied off man.

The dustbin man grabbed the off mans scruff, 'You tellin' me what to do? are ya...well, don't. Just leave the mutt alone and 'elp us look. You'd fink you would be more interested as its your life on the line...'
The off man wriggled out of the dustbin mans grasp, 'Ok, I don't know why you think she has it or why you think she was there last night or saw anything. She's just a temp!' the off man answered back.
'I saw her leaving the office when I went back to finish off the security guard, so I know she was there, Matthews says she had the map on her desk. Quit your moanin' , as soon as we 'ave the diamonds you'll be 'ome free mate or dead.'
'I'm not your mate' off man muttered.
Another man, one of the others doing the turning called out,
'Oi! guv, 'ow bigs this 'ere map? D'you fink it might fit in summink like this?' he said as he held up Millies silver ornament.
Elvis wanted to growl, that was Millies, that turning man needed to leave along with his friends. The off man spoke again, 'Ok, great, you have the map, now lets go. And lets just leave her out of all this...its me you want not her.'
'Why you all protective over her Rob, got a soft spot for the devious bitch, 'ave ya?' asked the dustbin man. Elvis tried again to growl and this time managed a small whimper of sound.
'I'll tell you what Rob, 'ows about we 'ave a little reunion in Marrakesh? give you a moment with her before you die?'
'Fuck Off! You leave her out of it.'
'I fink someone is a little sensitive about the bird, I fink we need to make sure she comes out to find you...then you can die in each uvvers arms...' Dustbin man laughed.

The fur on the back of Elvis' neck stood up and he noticed the big smelly dustbin man leering down at him as he laid motionless in his bed, '...I fink, we need to take a little collateral to insure that she comes after you...'
'You're crazy! She wont come looking for me, she doesn't even know me, she never even looks up when I walk by! Seriously, she has no reason to care what happens to me.'
'Maybe not...but she will care what happens to her little pooch...and 'ows a bout we leave 'er a note...' Elvis watched the dustbin man put something in one of the pots by the steam machine.

The next thing Elvis knew was that he was being lifted out of his bed and carried out of the flat and here he now was, in a strange place, with strange people waiting for Millie to come and get him. Elvis sighed heavily as the thought of Millie being all alone, he hoped she would find him, he missed her already.