Gary and all the other Early Edition characters aren't mine. They belong to CBS, Tristar, Fox Family, etc. I'm sorry it took me so long to finish, but I hope it was worth the wait. Please tell me what you think. Enjoy!

Hidden part 3

Changing back into his bellhop uniform, Joe walked out into the hallway. When he reached the lobby, he walked over to the reception desk. "Any new people?" he asked the man.

"Not yet," he answered. "By the way, have you seen Craig around anywhere? I haven't seen him since this afternoon."

"Nope. I haven't seen him," Then Joe turned around and walked away.

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"Ok Mr. Hobson." The doctor said as he walked into the examining room. He was busy looking at his charts and hadn't noticed that he was standing in an empty room.

When he finally looked up, he stood in a confused daze for a few minutes. When he finally snapped back into reality, he called to another doctor, "Doctor Smith! Come here for a moment."

Dr. Smith walked into the room. "Yes?" he asked.

"Mr. Hobson. The one with the gunshot wound, did you see happen to see if he left, or were he went?"

"No, I was busy. A gang fight broke out. There were three in critical condition and two with minor injuries. I think most of the staff was busy at the time. Why?"

"Well he's not here and I'm afraid that if we don't find him, he'll bleed to death."

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"Ohhhhhhh!" Gary moaned. "I...I better sit down" Sitting down on the curb, Gary put his head in his hands. Rubbing his forehead he groaned some more. Opening his jacket, he looked at the bandage the doctor had given him. It was soaked in blood. "Oh..." When Craig saw the bandage, he began taking off his coat. He pulled his sweatshirt off and handed it to Gary. "Here. Wrap it around your waist."

"Thanks," Gary said doing as he was told. Then taking a deep breath, he stood up.

"Whoa!" Gary said. He felt like he was spinning out of control. Sitting back down, he held his head with his hands as if to stop his head from spinning.

"Hey. You ok?" Craig asked as he finished putting his coat back on.

"No. No, I don't think so. Ohhhh!" Gary's eyes rolled back into his head, as he slumped over and passed out.

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"Gotcha!" Putting his hand on the back of Chuck's neck, the man smirked at his victory.

The other man had Marissa's hands pinned behind her back.

"Come on. Your coming with us."

"Thanks a lot Chuck. Now how are we gonna find the bomb?" Marissa whispered.

"I don't know. But I'll think of something."

"I hope its better than your last plan."

With that they were led out of the elevator by the two men.

"Give me those papers!" The man growled, ripping them out of Chuck's back pocket. As they were walking past the garbage he casually threw them out.

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"Where is he?" Crumb asked pacing back and forth.

"Look. If he's not here soon, I'm gonna have to leave." the man from the bomb squad said.

"Don't worry. He'll be here."

A few minutes later, the man's beeper went off. Checking he said to Crumb, "I gotta go. Call me if he ever shows up."

"Will do," Crumb answered.

After waiting another half an hour, Crumb got fed up. Putting his coat and gloves on, he walked out of the hotel.

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"Gare...Gare...can you hear me? Wake up."

Opening his eyes, Gary saw Chuck looking down at him, Quickly he sat up and looked around. He was in a hospital room. Chuck and Marissa were there and there were doctors walking in and out of the room.

Then Gary got an incredible pain in his head. As if someone were pushing on it. Groaning he laid back down.

Trying to remember what happened, two words clicked into his mind: the bomb.

Sitting up he said, "The bomb. The bomb. I...I gotta stop it from going off. What...what time is it?"

"10:30. Gare, what bomb? What are you talking about?" asked Chuck.

"Oh no." Looking out the window he found that it was pitch black outside. That meant it was 10:30 at night. He had failed.

Scratching his head he remembered what Chuck had asked.

"You don't remember? The...the bomb that was suppose to go off at the Golden Plaza hotel. You...you helped me," He said pointing to Chuck. "You dressed up as a cleaning lady and a bellhop. You were there.. Don't you remember?" The to Marissa, he said, "You were there too. Please tell me you remember. Don't ya?"

"You must have hit your head *really* hard! I have no clue what you're talking about." Chuck said.

Confused Marissa asked, "Gary? Are you feeling ok? Don't you remember what happened?"

"Yeah. Of course I do. I was at the hotel looking for the bomb, but the paper said that these two kids were gonna die. So, I went to help. I got shot, and I went to the hospital, but then I left. The last thing I remembered is that I was with the bellhop. Uh...what's his name? Uh...Craig."

"Who?" asked Chuck.

"Craig. The bellhop. You gotta find him. He was there. He...he gave me his sweatshirt to stop the bleeding," Gary looked down at his stomach. Lifting up the blankets he looked underneath the hospital gown. To his surprise there was no sign of the wound. Not even a scar.

"Gary, thats not what happened. You, do you feel alright? Don't you remember?"

"Huh?" Gary asked scratching his head.

"You were chasing after a little kid who had just stolen candy from a store. There was a patch of ice. You didn't see it and you flew ten feet in the air. Then *SMACK*! You hit your head pretty hard." Chuck stated, hitting his hand on the nearby tray when he said 'smack'. "Maybe thats why you are hallucinating?"

At that moment a nurse interrupted, "I'm sorry but visiting hours are over."

"Bye Gary. Feel better," said as she got her cane.

"Sweet dreams," Chuck called over his shoulders.

When the y got into the hallway, Marissa whispered to Chuck, "I'm worried about him, he didn't seem right."

"Its probably just that bump on his head talking. He'll be better in the morning."

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"Ok Mr. Hobson. You're free to go."

"Thanks," When the nurse left he closed the door and searched the room for his flannel shirt and jeans. He found them on a chair by the window. Pulling his shirt out of the pile, he put it on and buttoned it halfway, stopping when something caught his attention.

Looking at the pile he saw that there was a sweatshirt in the pile. Looking at it closer he noticed that it was stained with blood.

Scratching his head, the bell hop named Craig popped into his head. He remembered when Craig had given Gary his sweatshirt to put on his wound.

Checking his stomach to make sure that he wasn't going crazy, he was relieved when he found nothing.

Sighing he finished changing. Looking at the sweater again he told himself that it was just Chuck playing a trick on him.

When he reached the waiting room, he asked Chuck about the sweater.

"Nope. No clue."

"You sure?" asked Gary.

"Positive. Come on, lets get you some lunch. I'm starved."

"Uh...ok," Gary said as they walked out of the hospital.

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I hope you liked it. Don't forget to read the epilogue. And please write a review or email me at Melodey_Green@yahoo.com Thanks.