A/N: I don't own the Hangover, but I do own Petra. Iknow a lot of people have given Doug and twin sister and given her a past with Phil, so I'm jumping to the bandwagon too. I don't like Stephanie and plus we only see her a couple of times so please no hate for what I do/ or have done to her. Eli is still there, I also own Phil's daughter's name.


So Stu, Alan with the baby and I wait well Phil gave a Valet attendant the ticket.

"So… uh… are you sure you're qualified to be taking care of a baby?" Stu asked, Alan.

"What are you talking about? I've found a baby before."

"You found a baby before?"

"Yeah."

"Where?"

"Coffee Bean."

Just then Phil walked up to us, handing me a coffee. "Here, one Caffé latte with two shots, light milk with a hint of chocolate and caramel; if I remember correctly.'

I nod, taking the coffee before having a sip; mmm wow, I can't believe Phil remembered how I have my coffee. I turn away so he doesn't see my blush.

"Hey, Phil? I don't think Doug would want us to take the Mercedes."

"Relax, we'll be careful." Phil assures him.

"My dad is crazy about that car. He left Doug in charge."

"Alan, we've got bigger problems here. Doug could be in the hospital, he could be hurt."

That's when I heard the beeping, I turn to see a crane. "Uh, guys? Check it out. Is that the mattress from Doug's room?"

"What the fuck?" Stu questions.

"Hey man, what's going on?" Phil asked, a guy near us.

"Some asshole threw his bed out the window last night," He answered, shut the boot of his car.

"No shit."

"Yeah, some guys just can't handle Vegas."

"How the hell did we manage that?" Stu asked, after the guy leaved.

Well we were still looking at the mattress the valet attendant pulled up in front of us. "Here's your car officers."

Stu started to overreact again when we see the car so I put a hand over he's mouth.

"All right, everyone act cool. Don't say a word, let's just get in and go." Phil said, putting on his sunglasses before walking around to the driver's side. "Stu, you got a five."

"No."

"I'll hit you on the way back."

Stu helped Alan by opening the door. The baby started to cry.

"Oh my god. You just nailed the baby."

"Are my glasses okay?" Alan asked.

"Your glasses are fine, dick." Stu shot back, looking at him in disbelief.


Now we were stuck in traffic, I still had a headache because Phil had started to honk the horn.

"This is so illegal." Stu started to complain again.

"Can't you see the fun part in anything?" Phil asked, looking over me at Stu.

"Yeah, we're stuck in traffic in a stolen police car, with what it is sure to be a missing baby in the back seat. Which part of this is fun?" Stu questioned, I was getting sick and tired of listening to Stu complaining the whole time.

"I think the cop car part is pretty cool." Alan piped up.

"Thank you, Alan. It is cool, Doug would love it." Phil finished. "Come on, Check this out." He turned on the siren and drive onto the sidewalk.

"No, don't do this." I said, know that he wouldn't listen and plus if it got me one step close to finding Doug then fine, I'll just let the jackass do whatever he wanted.

"Just try to call more attention to us." Stu said, being sarcastic.

"Attention," Phil was now calling over the PA. "Attention, please, move out of the way. I repeat, please disperse."

"Phil, stop the car. I wanna get out. Stop the car, I wanna get out. Pull over.' Stu was panicking.

"Ma'am in the leopard dress, you have an amazing rack." Phil said over the PA, at a blonde walking past.

"Phil stop the car now." I yell at him, he was starting to frustrate me.

"I should have been a cop." Phil, said now going back onto the street.


"Look, I already told you. You came in with a mild concussion, some bruised ribs. No big deal. Although none of you could articulate how it happened." said the doctor, who attended to Phil last night, well he was checking one of his patients.

"Do you remember how many of us were here?" I asked.

"I think it was just you four, definitely no baby and one other guy."

"That's our guy," Stu states. "Was he okay?"

"Yeah, he was fine. Just whacked out of his mind. You all were." he said, before turning towards his patient. "Alright, come forward. And turn, all right."

He pulls down the elder man's underpants, causing Phil, Stu and myself to turn a look at the door. "There you go. And cough, cough, cough and give me one more. All right, thattaboy," He said. "Okay, Felix, you can put your robe on, and the nurse will be in to see you in a minute. I'll see you after the weekend."

The doctor stood up shook his head. "Guys, I really gotta go. I'm sorry." he said, washing his hands.

"I know, but we just need a couple more minutes of your time." Phil states, taking a bill out of his wallet and holding it in front of the doctor.

"Yeah, tuck it right in there. I don't want to re-sterilize. Walk with me."

"Okay, here we go. Patient name, Phil Wenneck, 2:45am arrival, Minor concussion, like I said. Some bruising. Pretty standard."

"Do you mind if I look? I'm actually a doctor." Stu said, reaching for the file.

"Yeah, you said that several times last night. But really, you're just a dentist." said the doctor, pulling the file out of Stu's reach. "Okay, this is interesting. Your blood work came in this morning. Wow," he said, looking at the file again. "They found a large amount of Ruphylin in your system,"

"Ruphylin?" Phil asks.

"Ruphylin. Ruphies. Commonly known as the date-rape drug, Phil." I answer, only to have Phil, the doctor, Stu and Alan look at me. "What, I'm a nurse."

"What, so, what are you saying, I was raped last night." Phil asked, trying to make a joke out of it.

The doctor quickly looked at Phil's file again, scaring Phil, Stu and myself again. "I don't think so, but someone did slip you the drug. I'm not surprised you don't remember anything."

"Doc, none of us can remember anything from last night. Remember." Alan states, looking at us.

"Yeah. How could someone have drugged all of us?" asked Phil.

"I wouldn't worry about it guys, by now the stuff's out of you system. You're gonna be fine, I have to go."

"Wait, please, doctor. It there anything else," Stu asked. "Like, something we may have been talking about, or someplace we were going."

"Actually, there was something. You guys kept talking about some wedding last night."

"Yeah, no shit. Our buddy Doug's getting married tomorrow."

"You know what? I want the 100 back." Phil said, reaching for the doctor's pocket; the doctor put his hand up.

"No, no easy. You kept talking about some wedding you just came from. At the, uh, Best Little Chapel. You kept saying how sick the wedding was and getting all crazy about it." he said. "Okay, I hope this help. I really have to leave."

"Best Little Chapel, do you know where that is?" Phil asked, about to write it down on the napkin.

"I do. It's at the corner of get a map and fuck off," he said. "I'm a doctor, not a tour guide. Figure it out yourself okay? You're big guys now."


A/N:Don't forget also I said ones before all of Petra's outfits are listed in our profile. Plus I put Petra's other job in this chapter.

Feel free to review. Chapter four will be up very soon!