Author's Note: Here, have another chapter! I actually don't know if anybody's still reading this or not, I'm just posting it anyways...

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After getting the tiger to Mike Tyson's house, Evie's body was beginning to feel the exhaustion that she knew was visible on her face.

The tiger had woken up when they'd been halfway there and they'd had to get out of the car and push it while Evie had cooed at the tiger the whole way, trying to calm it down. It had completely destroyed Alan's father's car, but Evie assured him that she knew a guy who was wonderful with interiors and that they'd get it taken care of once they found Doug.

When they arrived, Tyson's assistant told them that they were late and offered them no help when they told him the tiger was out of control. He instead told them there was something that Mike wanted to show them and led them into a room with monitors.

They saw security footage from the night before, including Alan peeing in Mike Tyson's pool. He left the room after that footage.

There was also footage of Phil and Evie stumbling out of the back of the cop car after obviously having had sex. She blushed bright red and glanced up at the ceiling, praying to God to let the floor open up and swallow her whole as she felt Stu's eyes burning into her.

"You two together?" Tyson pointed between the pair when he noticed a wedding ring on Phil's finger, but not on Evie's.

"Nope," Stu glanced at the pair disapprovingly as he answered for them.

Surprisingly, Doug was the one who freed the tiger from the cage and got it into the cop car, which prompted Mike Tyson to ask them where they'd gotten the car from anyways. They admitted to stealing it from some cops and Tyson was impressed.

They left, feeling better that Doug had still been alive at 3:30 in the morning.

"This is good, it narrows down the window of time that we lost him in," Evie spoke up. "Right?"

"I think we should call Tracy," Phil caught her off guard, giving her a sad glance. Her eyes widened.

"Hallelujah," Stu snorted. "Finally you do something smart."

"We don't have a choice, Evie," Phil pleaded with her as she continued to stare at him wide-eyed and shake her head no. "Maybe she's heard from him."

"How?" Evie poked him in the chest. "How would she have heard from him and we haven't? Huh?"

"We just need to be completely honest," Phil grabbed at her hand to keep her from poking him again. "We need to tell her everything."

"Everything?" She raised her eyebrows up, obviously referring to their sexcapades.

"Maybe not everything," he grinned sheepishly.

"Can we leave out me marrying a hooker?" Stu asked as they got into the car.

"Let's just stay focused on Doug," Phil decided with a sigh as Alan whined about the car one more time.

They were silent as Stu drove down the road until suddenly an SUV slammed into them from the side. Evie screamed, nearly curling up onto Alan's lap in the backseat as Phil shouted, twisting to see if she was okay as it had hit their side of the car.

"I'm okay," she assured, groaning as she climbed back onto her own side of the car. "You guys okay?"

"Isn't that the guy from the trunk?" Phil asked, surprised.

"And those are the guys that shot Eddie!" She added on.

"Get out of the car," Trunk-man commanded of them. Evie shook her head, eyes wide. Hell no.

When the others refused as well, the men that had shot Eddie pulled them out of the car. When they grabbed Evie, Phil began shouting as they pulled her out none too delicately.

She came to stand between Stu and Phil, hiding slightly behind the latter as the man demanded his purse back.

"Your purse?" She asked, eyebrows raised. She noticed the bag in his hand.

"That's not a purse," Alan coughed. "It's a satchel!"

"It's a purse!" The man shouted. "And you stole from the wrong guy!"

"Wait," Phil asked as he glanced at Evie quickly to make sure she was okay. "We stole from you?"

Stu launched into his usual speech that they didn't remember anything from the previous night. He begged for some more information as to what they were talking about.

"Apparently," one of the men who had shot Eddie spoke up as he came to rest near the man with the satchel. "You guys met at a craps table last night."

He went on to explain how the man had won eighty grand and they had run off with his bag. Naked Trunk Man threw down the satchel in his hand in anger, stomping on it as he declared it had nothing in it. Alan grew angry, shouting that there had been skittles in there.

One of the men hit Alan as he neared the satchel on the ground and he retreated. Evie rushed over and hid him behind her, glaring as Stu yelled at them not to let the beard fool them; that Alan was a child.

When Naked Trunk Man announced that it was funny because Alan was fat, she scoffed.

"So would it be funny if I hit you, because you're short?"

"Evie," Phil scolded.

The man said nothing as Stu explained that it had to have been a misunderstanding, before they were told that when he chased after them, Phil had screamed and thrown him in the trunk.

"I did that?" He asked, pointing at himself in disbelief.

"You said that he was your lucky charm and you wanted to take him home with you," the guy deadpanned.

Evie burst out into laughter. Now that sounded like Phil. As they all began to laugh at the idea and try to make light of the situation, the man from the trunk frowned.

"Ha ha ha, fuck you."

He then revealed to them that if they ever wanted to see Doug again that they had to get him his eighty grand. Evie burst out into happy, and frightened tears at the sight of the masked captive in the SUV.

"Oh my God, Doug!" She cried out.

The man told them that they had to bring the money to the big rock in the Mojave desert and that he would accept cash only. Evie watched in despair as they drove off with her brother in the back seat.

"It's okay," she breathed out. "It's okay… we know he's alive and we know that Alan's satchel is at the hotel. We can do this. We can get Doug back. Right?"

Phil grinned down at her, ecstatic at the prospect and he gripped her face in his hands, pulling her in for a kiss that caught everyone off guard.

She squeaked, looking up at him with wide eyes and flushing under Stu's surprised, yet still disapproving, gaze.

"Sorry," he grinned sheepishly as he dropped his hands away from her face. "Let's go find the money and get our Doug back!"