A/N: As always, thanks so much to all my reviewers- your feedback really makes my day! Enjoy chapter 4- it's one of my favorites!

There's No Such Thing As Dirty Soap

The next morning Cody was shaken awake by Woody. "Wake up, Cody. You're hanging out with me and Zack today. It's another beautiful day in Paris."

He pronounced it "Pah-ree." Cody groaned and covered his head with his pillow. "Why don't you guys just go without me? I'm not in the mood today."

Woody grabbed the hollow plastic wiffle ball bat he had taken to keeping by his bed. "Why not?"

Cody's eyes widened. "I just don't feel like it."

"But today we're going to the museum to pick up some artistic chicks!" Woody protested, holding the bat over his head. "Why don't you want to come?"

Cody shielded his head with his arms. "I don't want to!"

Woody smacked him in the stomach with the bat. It wasn't heavy, but it stung a bit.

"Hey, I didn't even say Bailey!"

Woody smacked him again.

Cody wrapped his arms around his stomach. "Okay I walked right into that one."

"You were thinking about her." Woody said. "Why else wouldn't you want to come? You love museums, and hanging out with me and Zack."

Cody sighed. "I know. But I can't walk around checking out girls with you guys today. It's too soon." He cringed, sure that Woody would whack him for referencing the breakup, but to his surprise, Woody held off.

"Okay. I get it. Look, we'll try to keep the ogling to a minimum. It's not like I've ever hooked one anyway." Woody offered. "But you have to come. Come on, buddy, it's Paris!"

Cody frowned. Even just the word "Paris" made him think of Bailey. It would forever be associated with their breakup. "I don't know, Woody..."

Woody smacked him with the wiffle bat again, a series of tiny whaps. "Stop thinking about Bailey and get up, get up, get up!" he cried. "You're going out today, and you're going to like it!"

Cody leaped out of bed and away from the wiffle bat assault.

"There we go!" Woody cried triumphantly. "Now go shower and change! You've been wearing the same thing for two days and, as ironic as it is coming from me, you're really starting to stink!"

Cody looked down at the wrinkled tuxedo pants he'd been wearing since the breakup, then took a subtle sniff at the white collared shirt. Yuck. Wearing the same thing for two full days was something Zack would do, not him. He took a deep, cleansing breath. Maybe it would be good for him to go out. "You're right, Woody. Thanks." He shoved his hands into his pockets and his fingers encountered something small and metallic. He pulled it out, staring at it in the palm of his hand.

It was Bailey's room key, the one that had fallen out of her pocket when she was running from the Eiffel Tower, right after they'd broken up. He'd seen her drop it and picked it up, staring at it for a long time without actually seeing it, before pocketing it himself, meaning to give it back to her when he got a chance.

"What's that?" Woody asked.

Cody quickly closed his fist around it, knowing that if he told the truth he'd be in for another wiffle-beating. "Nothing." He grabbed his towel and headed into the bathroom. "Give me five minutes."

"Get up."

"No."

"Get up."

"No!"

Zack sighed. "I'm not saying you have to go into Paris, Bailey. You don't even have to leave the ship. Just go down to the galley and get something to eat. You must be starving!"

"I'm fine." Just then her stomach growled loudly.

"Fine, eh?" Zack mocked. He grabbed her ankles and tried to pull her off the bed. "I'm serious Bailey. You're going to make yourself sick. Get up right now, or so help me god, I will go get Cody and show him what you've been reduced to!"

That had Bailey scrambling out of bed. "You wouldn't."

"Oh no? Maybe I'll ask him if you can stay in his room instead, so I can have my bed back!" Zack pretended to consider it.

"Okay, okay!" Bailey cried. "Fine, you win. I'll go get something to eat. There's just one problem." She gestured down at her clothes. She was still wearing the same fancy dress from her date with Cody in Paris. "I can't go out like this, and I have nothing else to wear!"

Zack gave a long-suffering sigh. "Well... you and I are around the same height... I guess you can borrow something."

Bailey squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to think about the humiliation of borrowing clothes from her ex-boyfriend's brother. "Do you have anything clean?" she finally asked, glancing around at the dirty clothes scattered around the room.

"Well, clean is relative."

Bailey cringed.

"I'm joking, relax." Zack said defensively, digging through one of his drawers and tossing a folded tee shirt and a pair of shorts her way. "But I'm not lending you any underwear."

Bailey caught the clothing. "I wouldn't ask you to." she assured him in the same tone of voice. She started to walk towards the bathroom and stopped, turning back to him. "Zack?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you." Bailey took a few tentative steps towards him. "I know I've been a huge pain in the neck, and you're probably angry at me because of... you know, Cody. You didn't have to let me stay in your room, or sleep in your bed, or borrow your stuff, but you did, and I really appreciate it, Zack. You and Marcus are great friends, and I don't know what I would have done without you. So thanks. For everything."

Zack's annoyance at her faded at her earnest speech. "Hey, what are friends for?" he said, opening his arms for a hug. She moved into them and they held each other tightly for a long moment. "Bailey, there's something else I need to tell you. As a friend."

Bailey pulled back. "What's that?"

Zack grinned. "You stink. Take a shower."

Bailey swatted him. "Gee, thanks." She retreated into the bathroom and after a minute Zack heard the shower running.

"Use soap, it's beside the sink!" he called after her.

Bailey opened the door and stuck her head out, making a grossed-out face. "Ew, there's hair on it!"

Zack shrugged. "You know what they say about beggars..."

"They use dirty soap?" Bailey joked.

"There's no such thing as dirty soap." Zack said sagely. They both laughed as Bailey wrinkled her nose and shut the door once more.

A few minutes later, Bailey emerged from the bathroom, clean and sporting Zack's clothes. Her dripping hair was pulled back in a bun. Zack chuckled. "Brings back memories of the day we met." he said, remembering how Bailey had dressed like a boy and hidden her long hair under a baseball cap, fooling everyone on board for... less than twenty four hours.

Bailey mustered a smile. "Yeah." she tugged at the shorts which were sitting dangerously loosely around her slim waist. "I think they look better on you than me."

Zack leaned back and folded his arms, pretending to be checking her out. "That's weird, I was about to say the same thing to you."

Bailey rolled her eyes. "Oh please. And you can't get girls with lines like that? Shocking."

They both walked toward the door, Zack to meet up with Woody and Bailey to go find food. "I'll have you know that I can get girls with lines like that." Zack objected, pulling open the door to see Woody and Cody standing on the other side.

Quickly, he reached back into the room, giving Bailey a push. She flew backward, falling onto his bed with a little squeal. "Zack!"

Zack stepped into the hall and shut the door with a slam.

"What was that?" Woody asked.

"Ah... rat." Zack lied.

"A talking rat?" Woody pressed skeptically.

"Uh, no, I meant, Marcus, stepping on a rat." Zack said hastily. "His, uh, voice gets very high-pitched when he... steps on a rat."

"You guys have rats?" Cody spoke up, looking disgusted. "Your room is that nasty?"

"Bro!" Zack slapped Cody on the back. "Good to see you out and about! It's a ship, dude. Rats everywhere."

"Our cabin doesn't have rats." Cody pointed out. "And I live with Woody."

"I thought Marcus had a meeting with the record company's lawyer to discuss the Lil' Lil' impostor this morning?" Woody asked.

"Well... yes, he does. He's very late for it." Zack said. He grabbed onto the doorknob, holding it still as Bailey tried to open it from the inside. "You're late for your meeting, Marcus! Cody and Woody are out here, so I'm going with them. You can get... rat... food later!" He sighed in relief as the doorknob stopped turning, meaning that Bailey had understood his cleverly coded message.

"Okay, Zack. See ya." Bailey's imitation of Marcus' voice was pretty bad, and Zack tried to hustle the other boys away before anyone could question it, but Cody lingered, staring at the door.

"Was that... Bailey?"

Woody produced a yellow wiffle bat and gave Cody a smack over the head.

Zack wrapped an arm around Cody's shoulders. "You are seriously losing it, bro. We need to get you off this boat."

Cody touched his crown and then shook his head as if to clear it. "Thanks guys. I needed that."