Just a reminder: Unfortunately, Gary, Chuck and Marissa aren't mine, they belong to Tristar, CBS, Fox Family, yadda, yadda, yadda. But all the rest are all mine. I hope you like it. There might be a few mistakes, but who's perfect? Please don't forget to write a review. Enjoy...

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Gary, Chuck, and Marissa were hanging out at McGinty's. Gary and Marissa were talking, and like always Chuck was trying to get his hands on the paper. It was sitting right infront of Gary, who wasn't paying attention to it.

"Anything interesting in there Gare?" asked Chuck. When Gary didn't answer, Chuck slowly moved his hands towards the paper, and then carefully slid it into his lap. Smiling to himself, he opened the paper up to the sports page.

Gary heard the crinkle of the paper and angrily ripped it out of Chuck's hands. "Give me that!" Gary retorted. Opening the paper he skimmed through it to see if anything had changed.

"Well, I'd love to stay and chat, but unfortunately I have things to do," said Chuck, as he stood up.

"Like what?" asked Marissa. She knew he was up to something.

"I have to go to work," answered Chuck matter-of-factly.

"Today's Sunday. You have the day off," stated Gary, without taking his eyes off the paper.

"Oh. Right. Well then I guess I don't have anything to do," Chuck said sitting back down. His brain was still trying to come up with and excuse. He had seen the scores for the Cubs game and was itching to make some money. "Wait... I know! I have a dentist appointment," added Chuck.

"Uh huh," quipped Marissa, "What was it really, Chuck? Lottery? Cubs game? Stock market? What did you see?"

"As a matter-of-fact, *Nancy Drew*, it just so happens that I care very much about my teeth. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a dentist appointment," He started to walk away but stopped when he heard Gary say.

"Oh, no!"

"Jeez... what could it be?" Chuck asked himself. "You know what, I'm leaving. Who cares what it is." He continued walking but stopped right before he reached the door. Then he said to himself, " On second thought, maybe if I help, Gary'll let me glance at the Business section for fifteen seconds," With that he walked back over to were Gary and Marissa were sitting. "What is it?" Chuck asked Gary.

"A bomb is gonna go off in a hotel and kill everyone inside," Gary answered. Then he reread the article and added, " It says here, they don't know where the bomb was hidden."

After a few seconds of silence Marissa asked, "What are you going to do Gary?"

"I don't know, but what I do know is..." he paused and the continued, "Is that I... I have eight hours to find a bomb, and hope I don't die trying"

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"This is crazy! There is no way we are gonna find that bomb! I mean look at the size of the hotel! Its huge! There has to be over a million places it could be." argued Chuck.

"Thats why I need your help," stated Gary. He, Chuck and Marissa were standing infront of the Golden Plaza hotel. It was 3:00 and they only had seven hours to find the bomb.

Come on Chuck, have some faith in Gary. He knows what he's doing," Then silently to Chuck, so that Gary wouldn't hear, she added, "I hope."

"I heard that! Look, if you guys don't wanna do this, its fine with me, but it would be a lot easier if you helped."

"All right, fine. What do I have to do?" asked Chuck.

"Here," said Gary, handing Chuck a brown paper bag. He reached his hand into the bag, and pulled out its contents. It was a wig, with long brown hair.

"What am I suppose to do with this?" asked Chuck annoyingly.

"You'll see," said Marissa laughing.

"Come on," said Gary, as he took Marissa's arm and led her up the steps.

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"Do you have a reservation sir?" asked the man behind the desk.

"No, but I was just planning to stay the night. Thats all. Now if..." Gary started to say.

Impatiently the man cut him off. "Of course sir. I'm sorry but the only room available is the honeymoon suite."

"Thats fine, I'll take it."

"Ahh. Is this your wife?" asked the man, he had just realized that Marissa was standing there.

"Uh... well..." stuttered Gary.

"Yes," Marissa cut in.

"Oh how lovely! Its so nice to meet you Mrs... uh,"

"Mrs. Brown," said Marissa.

The man nodded and then left to get the key. Gary looked over at Marissa, gave her a confused look and asked "*Mrs. Brown*?"

Marissa replied, "Play along."

The man returned and handed Gary the key. "Ok. Here you are. Room 606, one of our finest rooms."

"Thanks," added Gary. Leading Marissa to where Chuck was sitting in the lobby.

"Ok. I get it." replied Chuck.

"Get what?" Marissa asked sitting down next to Chuck.

"What you want me to do. You want me to pretend to be a cleaning women and go into the rooms and look for the bomb."

"Thats not quite what I had in mind, but I like that idea better," Gary said smiling.

"Ok, so where are we going to meet?" asked Marissa, "I mean when we split up."

Gary had been looking at a brochure for the hotel. He stopped and answered, "Chuck, try and "clean" as many rooms as you can. Marissa, you and I will look in the basement the kitchen and other places. There is gonna be a ball tonight, so we'll meet there."

"Right, but what time?" asked Chuck.

"Its starts at 8:00, so try and be there by 8:30."

"Okie dokie. See you later. I have rooms to clean," With that Chuck stood up and walked away.

"Ready?" Gary asked Marissa, as he helped he stand up.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

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"Ah ha. Jackpot!" Chuck said, rubbing his hands together. He had found were the hotel workers kept the extra uniforms for the new workers. Picking out one that was about his size, he put it on over his clothes. Looking into a mirror, he placed the wig on his head. "Hey, I don't look that bad!" Chuck said aloud to himself. Then he walked out of the room, and into the hallway. Looking around he spotted a cleaning cart. He walked into it, and looked into the open door of the room. The maid was busy making the beds. Taking her cart, he casually walked over to the elevator.

He decided to start on the top floor. Looking thoughout the cart, he found a key. Opening the door, to the nearby room, he walked inside. Chuck checked under the beds, in the closets, in all the drawers, and all throughout the room, but he found nothing.

After checking most of the rooms on the 8th, 7th, and the 6th, Chuck decided to find Gary and Marissa.

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"Are you sure this is right, Gary? I mean what if we get caught?"

"Well, I don't know yet. I'll think of it when, and if we do get caught. In the meantime, Marissa, please keep listening for people coming."

They were in the basement of the hotel. It was used as a storage facility, and it would make a great place to hide a bomb. Two hours had gone by, and Gary still hadn't found anything.

"Well Marissa, I looked everywhere. I don't think it's down here."

"Lets try somewhere else." said Marissa. As she and Gary started to walk up the stairs, they heard people coming. Ducking behind some boxes, Gary and Marissa, heard people come into the room. It was two men, dressed in bellhop uniforms.

"Joe, do you think this is okay?" asked the one man.

"Yeah, I do it all the time. Craig. Listen, even if we do get caught, everyone's gone. The boss, the manager and the owner. Everyone. There's nothing they can do," said Joe.

"Yeah, I guess your right," Craig replied. They both took out cigarettes and continued talking.

"Where are they?" asked Craig.

"A business meeting or something. For all we know, they could be in Hawaii, sunbathing while we're here busting our humps, and for what? A measly $4.50 an hour!."

"Yeah, come on, lets go."

With that they left.

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"Bring these to room 294." the man behind the desk told Chuck. He was now pretending to be a bellhop. On the elevator, he searched through the bags. "This isn't so bad," Chuck said to himself. "The tips are pretty good. It's a lot better than dressing up like a women!"

On the sixth floor, the door opened unexpectedly. Quickly, Chuck fumbled with the zippers and just barely closed the suitcase as two people entered. Luckily it was Marissa and Gary.

Gary smiled when he saw Chuck. "You look good in red," joked Gary.

"Very funny. So, did ya find anything?" asked Chuck.

"Nope. You?"

"Nada. I must have check over a hundred bags, and almost all the rooms on the top floors. Nothing!"

"We were just in our hotel room, unpacking some of our stuff. It seems nice." said Marissa. "As far as I can tell."

The elevator reached the top floor and they all went with Chuck to make his delivery. Then they rode the elevator back down.

"Hey, Marissa," said Gary, "Is it just me or do you think those guys were kind of suspicious?"

"You mean the guys in the basement?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I don't know I mean, who likes their job..." Marissa stared but Chuck cut her off.

"I do. At least this one. The tips are great and you do practically nothing."

"Right Chuck," Marissa glared at him, and then continued talking to Gary, "But as I was saying, who truely loves their job? Maybe they were just having a bad day."

"I guess," replied Gary, he still was going to keep those men in mind, just in case. Something didn't really seem right.

Just then, the elevator reached the first floor. They got out, and walked into the hallway.

"I'm starving, how about we get some lunch?" asked Gary.

"No thanks. I raided some guy's refrigerator." After receiving glares from Marissa and Gary he added, "What? The guy had more food than I could eat in a year. He won't miss it." He said, patting his stomach. "Well I better be getting back to work," Whistling to himself, he walking away.

"Come on Marissa, we'll see how good the hotel's restaurant is.

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"Hey you!" called the janitor to Chuck.

"Me?" asked Chuck confused.

"Yes you! Get over here." When Chuck reached him he continued. "Put these in the shredder. Then put the remains in the dumpster out back." He shoved a box of papers into Chuck's arms, and walked away.

"But that isn't my job!" Chuck called after him. It was no use, the man just kept walking. "Shoot!" Chuck mumbled.

After a while Chuck found his way to the office. Opening the door, he was surprised to see that no one was there. Closing the door behind him, he put the box on the desk and sat down. Putting his feet up, he comfortably leaned back. Sighing to him self he sat up. Taking a handful of papers out he fed them one by one into the shredder on the end of the desk.

"Meow,"

"What the...," said Chuck looking around. Just then, Gary's cat jumped up onto the desk. Ignoring him, Chuck continued, taking more papers out of the box.

"Meow,"

"What is it? How did you get here? Scram!" angrily, Chuck swatted at the cat.

"Meow," continued the cat, this time brushing up against the box.

"What?" Looking into the box he noticed that the next set of papers in the box were marked CONFIDENTIAL. "Is this it? Is this what you wanted me find?" Chuck asked the cat, while picking up the papers.

"Meow," replied the cat. Finished with his job, the cat contentedly began cleaning itself.

"Great, why couldn't it go bother Gary?" Chuck mumbled to himself.

Skimming through the papers, Chuck was amazed at what he was reading.

"Amazing!" Chuck said to himself. "I don't believe this."

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Thats the end of part one. Part two will be out soon. Its kinda hard because of school and everything but I'll try my best to get the rest out soon. I hope you liked it so far. Please email me and don't forget to write a review. Thanks for reading! -Melodey