Kendall and Logan screeched to a stop as they ran into the lounge. "Did you see how fast he took off?"

"That was awesome!" Logan punched his fist into the air.

"James, where are you?"

James popped up from behind a large potted plant wearing a bush hat on his head. "Here I am. You guys have no idea how cool that was to watch from right here."

"Wait," Logan frowned. "You've been there that whole time?"

"Yeah. Is there a problem?" James removed the bush hat and pulled out his comb to fix his hair.

"Yes there's a problem!" Logan grabbed at his hair. "You were supposed to make sure the elevator was open! Now we're going to have to go scrape him off the doors."

Kendall put his hand on Logan's shoulder calming him. "James did Carlos make it onto the elevator or not?"

"Sure he did, but it was a close call. But there was someone in the elevator who got the doors reopened just in time. Good thing they heard me, those fire crackers were loud."

"Speaking of loud." Logan pointed to the crowd of upset guests and backpedaling Bitters who were headed back inside. "We should clear out. And find Carlos."

"Good idea." Kendall took charge. "You two take the stairs and check the apartment first to see if he made it there in one piece. James, hat."

James handed it over. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to make sure Katie got away clean, and then check to see if he's still in the elevator."

James and Logan headed for the stairs.

"Wait! James."

"Yeah?"

"You did manage to catch the whole thing right?"

Waving the flip camera back and forth James grinned, "Oh yeah, every single second."

"Can we go, now?"

Logan yanked James through the stairway door and Kendall ducked down behind the plant just as Bitters walked through the door apologizing profusely and promising that the perpetrators would be apprehended and dealt with accordingly.

Katie looked up from her Pop Tiger as Logan and James fell through the door of 2J. "Took you guys long enough."

Logan shoved James off, and got to his feet. "Did Carlos come back yet?"

"Nope. And one of you better have the 20 bucks I was promised for helping." Katie hopped of the stool.

James pulled out his wallet and removed a crisp new bill, handing it over.

"Thanks." Katie passed between them, heading for the door. She stopped and turned back. "Actually, you owe me another 20."

"What? No way." James closed his wallet with a snap.

"Come on, I had to buy whole bunch of firecrackers to get the needed results." Katie put her hands on her waist. "I deserve to be reimbursed. But if it makes you feel better we can call it hush money." She turned her gaze at Logan and smiled cutely.

"She wouldn't," James glanced at Logan.

Logan sighed. "Yeah, she would. Give it to her."

"But…"

"Do it."

"Fine." James begrudgingly removed another 20 that Katie quickly snatched.

"Pleasure doing business with you boys." The door closed behind her.

James went and dropped onto the sofa. "I remember when she used to be cute and nice."

"I remember when she used to help us for free and not threaten to turn on us." Logan opened the fridge and pulled out to water bottles, one of which he tossed over to James. "So do you think Kendall found Carlos?"

"Maybe." James held out the flip camera. "Hey hook this up so we can watch it on the TV right when they get back."

"Carlos... Carlos…"

"Such pretty eyes…"

"Carlos!" *smack*

"B'wa?" Carlos sat up abruptly and then moaned when his head spun. "Ow." He was sitting in the corner of the elevator with his helmet sitting in his lap and Kendall crouch down in front of him.

"Hello sleeping beauty." Kendall waggled his eyebrows.

Carlos rubbed at his cheek which stung. "Did you slap me?"

"Not that hard. Come on, on your feet." Kendall gave Carlos a hand pulling him up. "You were out pretty good there." Kendall picked up the helmet and placed it on Carlos' head. "James and Logan are waiting for us at the apartment." He pushed the button.

"Wait, where's the girl?"

"What girl?"

"The one with the pretty eyes. I ran into her suitcases and…" Carlos trailed off and grimaced as his head throbbed. "Ow."

"Yeah… let's just get you an icepack. We can worry about the pretend girl with the pretty eyes later."

"Carlos!" James and Logan ran over when the other two finally returned.

"Loud," Carlos moaned.

"James, get him an ice pack. I think he hit his head harder than normal." Kendall with Carlos' arms around his shoulder helped him skate over to the sofa where he collapsed. "When I found him in the elevator he was unconscious and his helmet had come off."

Carlos took the icepack James handed him and gladly pressed it to his forehead, hissing against the chill.

"Logan," Kendall began unlacing Carlos' rollerblade. "What are the signs of a concussion?"

"Uh… headache, dizziness, vomiting, nausea, lack of motor skills, difficulty balancing," Logan ticked off on his fingers. "Sensitivity to light and over vision problems. Then there's confusion, disorientation, and difficulty focusing attention. And other stuff." He dropped his hands. "But it's not like I can accurately diagnose him."

"Especially since he's confused and has trouble focusing even when he hasn't hit his head," joked James. Unfortunately he was standing next to the sofa and right within range of Carlos' free arm which swung out and hit him cleanly in the crotch. "Ow." He squeaked and doubled over.

"Well I'd say his motor skills and reflexes are fine." Kendall did his best to hold back his laughter at James current discomfort, because regardless how funny or deserved a crotch shot was, as a guy he sympathized.

"Best thing for him to do is rest."

"Guys I feel fine." Carlos sat up and grinned. "Now if you'll excuse me. I have to go and find the girl with the pretty eyes." He stood, only the room seemed to be spinning, and he was still wearing one rollerblade.

"Uh oh."

"Logan, catch him!"

*Thud*

"Logan!" Kendall and James shouted

"Sorry."

"Finley, give me a hug."

Nana held out her arms but Fin ducked under them, dumping her suitcase, duffel and satchel on the floor. "Sorry Nana, the hug is going to have to wait." She darted back out and down the hall to the elevator where she began frantically hitting the button. "Come on, come on."

"What in the world…" Nana had followed her.

"I'll explain in a bit… Finally!" The elevator doors opened, though much too slowly for Fin's taste. As soon as the gap was wide enough she squeezed through, only to stop and stare blankly at the empty carriage. But she had left him… She got off and double checked. Yes it was the same elevator and not the one directly across from it.

"Where did he go? He was freaking unconscious!"

"Finley."

"What?" Fin spun around but quickly sobered at the look her grandmother gave her. "Sorry."

"I don't know what you're going on about, and that's probably a good thing considering how much crazy seems to go on in this place. Not five minutes ago I heard firecrackers down by the pool. Kids these days, really."

"But there was a guy unconscious in the elevator…" Finley looked back over her shoulder as Nana took her by the hand and led her back to the apartment.

"You always did have an active imagination. And you're probably suffering from jet lag."

"What jet lag," Fin grumbled under her breath. "I flew from Fresno."

Author's Note: Wow, you must think I'm horrid... "Mine is an evil laugh." Major kudos if you get the reference. And once again, creative inspiration seems to be at it's best when I'm wide awake at 4 in the A.M. Anywho, please reveiw.