Emily's P.O.V. ~

"Ben." Phil says, smiling slightly, pulling me closer.

"Carlos." Alan says.

The lady looks at me. Great, I'm playing mother.

"His real name is Ben, but my brother here thinks he looks like a baby off TV." I explain.

She nods, buying the explanation. I sigh slightly. We get off the elevator and walk straight to the pool. Stu breaks off to find Doug while Phil, Alan and I go sit down with breakfast. We put Carlos in a high chair and I sip on some coffee. What the fuck happened last night?

"Hey, Phil. Em. Look."

We both look up to see Alan moving the baby's hand as if he was jerking off. I giggle to myself as Phil chuckles.

"He's jacking his little wenis." Alan laughs.

"Pull yourself together, man." Phil says, shaking his head, still chuckling.

"Not at the table, Carlos."

Stu walks over and sighs, sitting down. "I looked everywhere. Gym, casino, front desk. Nobody's seen Doug. He's not here."

"He's fine. He's a grown man." I say, sipping my coffee.

"Seriously, Stu, you gotta calm down. Here, have some juice." Phil says, passing him his juice.

Stu starts gagging before throwing up slightly over the arm of his chair. I move toward Phil. I may be on the other side but I don't want to be around him, while he's throwing up.

"I can't have juice right now." He wipes his mouth.

"Okay. Let's just track this thing." Phil coughs slightly. "What's the last thing we remember doing last night?"

"Well, the first thing was we were on the roof and we were taking those shots of Jager." I say, looking at him.

Stu gags.

"And then we ate dinner at the palm right?" Phil asks, writing it down.

"That's right." Alan says, nodding. "And then we played craps at the Hard Rock and I think...I think Doug was there."

"That sounds right. No, no, no. He definitely was." Phil says, waiting it down.

"You know what, guys? I don't even remember going to dinner." Stu sighs.

"What the fuck? I don't think I've ever been this hungover." Phil says, leaning back and putting his hands behind his head.

"I remember dinner." I rub my eyes. "But I don't remember Hard Rock."

"After the Hard Rock, I blacked out. It was like emptiness." Alan laughs a little

Phil leans forward in his seat and looks at us. "Okay. We have up until 10 P.M...so that gives us a 12-hour window where we could have lost him."

I look at him. "12 hours...In Vegas...Phil...a lot could've happened...he could be anywhere."

Phil gives me a soft smile and lays his hand over mine. "I know. Don't worry. We'll find him."

I nod and look as Alan gasps and pulls something outta his pocket, looking at it confused.

"What is this?" He asks, staring at it as he holds it up.

Stu looks up. "Oh, my God. That is my tooth. Why do you have that? What else is in your pockets?"

My eyes widen as I look at what Alan's holding and realize it really is a tooth, and not just any tooth. It's the tooth missing from Stu's mouth. I cringe a little. I might be a doctor, but I don't do teeth. Hence why I'm a doctor and not a dentist. Phil claps his hands.

"This is a good thing." He says, making us all look at him like he's grown a second head.

"Phil? How is this a good thing? Alan has Stu's tooth! In his pocket!" I exclaim.

He shakes his head. "No. Check your pockets. Check your pockets. Do you have anything?"

We all start checking our pockets, realizing that Phil's got a point. The four of us empty our pockets out onto the table. Well, I'm emptying my bra since it's the only thing I have on that was from last night. I throw down a receipt from dinner and a piece of paper with Phil's familiar phone number on it.

"I have an ATM receipt from the Bellagio. 11:05..." Stu pauses before almost yelling, "for $800! I am so fucked!" He throws the paper.

"I have a valet ticket from Caesars." Alan looks at a ticket. "Looks like we got in at 5:15 A.M."

"Oh, shit. We drove last night?" Phil puts his head in his hands.

"Driving drunk. Classic." Alan laughs.

Stu looks at him and laughs sarcastically. This sobers up Alan who looks over at the baby. I glance at Phil and sit up quickly.

"What's on your arm, Phil?" I ask, slowly.

He looks down at his arm.

"Jesus, Phil! You were in the hospital last night!" Stu says, sitting up, grabbing his arm.

"I guess so, yeah." Phil says.

"You okay?" Alan asks, stupidly.

"Yeah, Alan, I'm fine." Phil says, as if it's obvious.

"If something was wrong, we would have noticed." I say, looking at him.

"What the hell is going on?" Stu sighs.

"Well, Stu. This is a good thing. We have a lead now!" Phil says, writing it down.

"Hey, Stu. Watch this." Alan begins to move the baby's hand again. "You ever seen a baby do that?"

Stu chuckles, but quickly stops.

"Dude, Alan, not cool." Stu tries to say sternly.

He just ends up cracking a smile, trying not to laugh. Phil and I stand up. I grab the valet ticket and walk with him to the front of the building.

"How can I help you?" The lady asks, sweetly.

I hand her my ticket and she nods, putting it into her computer.

"Em, are we gonna talk about why we were laying together?" Phil whispers to me.

"Maybe we were just cuddling?" I look up at him.

"You were wearing my shirt." He says.

"I got cold?" I ask.

"You know something had to have happened." He sighs.

I thank the lady when she finishes and I pull Phil to the side.

"Phil...I don't want to ruin our relationship." I say, softly.

"Emily. I love you. I really do. Whatever happened between us, won't ruin our relationship." He takes my hand.

"I love you too Phil, but-" I start.

"No...I mean I really love you Emily."

Before we can finish this conversation, Stu and Alan walk over to us.

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

"What? I've found a baby before." Alan says, putting his sunglasses on the baby.

"You found a baby before?" Stu scrunches his eyebrows.

"Yeah." Alan nods.

"Where?"

"Coffee Bean."

Stu pauses. "Wait what?"

Alan ignores him and looks at Phil. "Hey, Phil? I don't think Doug would want us to take the Mercedes."

"Alan, Sid gave me permission to drive the car. I'm allowed to take it." I say, crossing my arms.

"Exactly, we'll also be careful." Phil says.

"My dad is crazy about that car, but he did leave Emily in charge too." He sighs.

"Alan. We've got bigger problems here. Doug would be in the hospital, he could be hurt." Phil says.

We hear beeping so we look over toward a crane that is taking a mattress off the statue.

"What the fuck?" Phil turns toward a man. "Hey, man. What's going on here?"

"Some asshole threw his bed out the window last night." He answers.

"No shit." Phil says, being calm.

"Yeah. Some guys just can't handle Vegas."

Phil chuckles slightly. I look toward a police car coming our way and my eyes widen. Oh shit!

"Here's your car, officers." The valet says, after stepping out.

"Act cool." Phil whispers. "Come on. Let's just get in and go."

Phil and I walk around the car. He opens the back door for me before looking at Stu.

"Stu, you got a five?"

"No." He rolls his eyes.

"I'll hit you on the way back." Phil says, closing my door after I get in.

"Thank you sir."

Alan opens his door and accidently hits the baby in the head, causing Carlos to start crying.

"You just nailed the baby!" Stu says, panicking.

"Are my glasses okay?" Alan asks, trying to look.

"Your glasses are fine, dick. Just get in and give me the baby." I say, putting my arms out.

Alan gets in and takes Carlos from the carrier before he hands him to me. I put him on my lap and buckle us up. Phil waits for Alan to close his door and for Stu to get in before he pulls away. A few minutes later, we're stuck in traffic. I sigh and try to keep Carlos occupied. Stu is starting to freak out.

"This is so illegal." He says, holding onto the door.

"Can you see the fun part in anything?" Phil asks, glancing at him.

"Yeah, we're stuck in traffic in a stolen police car with a missing child in the back seat. Which part of this is fun?" Stu snaps slightly.

"I think the cop car part is pretty cool." Alan buts in.

"Thank you, Alan. It is cool. Doug would love it." Phil smirks at Stu. "Check this out."