A/N: And here it is Chapter FOUR I would just like to say to GR u know who u r and yes I stole your name Mwaahahahahah. Dedicated to my friends who still like me even if they don't remember why anymore lol! Ya know who you are and I know your sitting at home on a RAFT?!?!?

Disclaimer: 4got 'bout this in the last chapter but...No I don't own the characters except Maggie Wheeler; the narrator/Chandler's Boss

Title: Don't Ask....Don't Tell

Chapter FOUR: The Preparations

"Alright let's get started"............

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"Alright. First task wardrobe"

Chandler was used to this speech and grinned inwardly at Maggie's enthusiasm. He walked down the long corridor with yet more pale, muted blue walls with absolutely nothing on them. Finally after about 50 doors they reached one that read '560 Authorized Personnel Only". Maggie pulled out a key ring with about 500 keys on it. After some searching she found the large silver one she'd been looking for. "Here we go" she said opening the door to an extremely large room filled to the brim with clothes rack after clothes rack.

"Now what are you going to be doing for a living will help determine your 'outfits' and your personality too." She said while walking over to one of the assistants in the room. "Bing I think you know Gerard our supervising fashion consultant. Gerard this is Bing. I'll leave you two to it call me when you're ready Bing." She stated while walking to the door.

"Let's see hhmmm. Well your defiantly an autumn." He said giving Chandler the once over. "Mag can I have a word please?" he said obviously holding back. "You know what Bing I have to go we'll talk later." She said quickly closing the door as she left. 'Oh great' Chandler muttered under his breath. Now he was stuck here with the one person Maggie knew he really couldn't stand. Whatever all he had to do was get through this and he got to see Ross and Rachel again, even if now he was an agent for a secret organization. Not to mention trying to manipulate them and their friends into giving him the information he needed. Well this should be fun..............

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After trying on things ranging from expensive Armani suits to not even name brand jeans and old college sweat shirts, they decided on somewhere in the middle. His alias (which was not such an alias) was Chandler Bing successful advertising agent. So it wasn't his favorite but he had to seem normal enough. His attire included expensive suits for work and different jeans and shirts combinations. He was pleased he would still have a few million dollars in his bank account and a penthouse to go back to when this was all over. It was a far cry from his usual black leather jacket, dark sweater and khaki pants but it fit in the budget of this advertising agent so he could at least wear what he was most comfortable in sometimes.

Just then Maggie walked back in interrupting his thoughts...

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"You look good Bing." She said grinning and trying not to laugh knowing he would probably kill her later for the comment. Although it was funny seeing Bing in a suit which he would never ever wear especially since in every other detail he'd been on he demanded NOT under any circumstances would he be caught dead in an Armani. But here he was decked in it.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah so what's task number two?" he replied questioningly.

"Ahh antsy are we?" she asked looking up from her black portfolio. She glanced down again and looked through some paper before answering "Task number two, character status........

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Spread out in front of Chandler and Maggie on a plastic black table in another bare room with only a few windows on the far side were newspapers, a laptop, their coffee cups and a few other additional info papers they needed. Chandler was going to need a place to live and some type of history over what had happened in the past 4 or 5 years.

They figured his story would go like this..

"After I left the college we went to I went to another college in the Boston area. Then when I graduated I moved to California. There I met some old college buddies who were looking for an advertising assistant. I was in between jobs so I took it. Since then I've been rising in the company and now they've asked me to head up their brand new N.Y. branch.'

It was simple and didn't really allow questions. It was blah enough for most to believe as long as you didn't know the real Chandler Bing. Which Maggie knew no one did and no one ever would. Or so she thought.......

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"Now last but not least." Maggie sighed as she put the finishing touches on Chandler's "new" apartment in Greenwich Village. Well it wasn't really an apartment it was more of a warehouse. Actually it wasn't more of a warehouse it WAS a warehouse. When you first opened the doors you where greeted by a kitchen to your left. It wasn't as wide as it was long. Down further on the left wall were two doors one was a bathroom the other a bedroom. Then at the farthest left corner was a window.

On the right was a series of doors leading off to different rooms, about 10 in all. Then about 30 feet from the farthest wall on the right in front of a door was a small, medal, spiraling staircase to the upstairs. This consisted of a one-room loft above the 10 or so odd rooms on the first. And down closer to the farthest wall was yet another door. It was the master bedroom.

The loft was painted an egg shell white with a base carpet. The rest of the house was a gray-ish color with a black galaxy marble for flooring. The kitchen had a stone look with an abstract stone on the walls, the same stone only larger on the floor and a rustic marble countertop with a large stove/oven combination in the middle. The fridge in the far left and the microwave underneath (as in build into) the cabinet while the rest of common appliances littered the counter. Away from the stove was a large wooden table also. Separating the kitchen from the living room was a half wall.

The living with its Black Galaxy tile and an 8x10 white almost shag- rug in the middle was enclosed with a simple blue couch that fit the length of the rug and a long black wooden coffee table littered with magazines. She hoped this would surprise Chandler since it hopefully reflected his own tastes but you could never be sure.

Just then as she dropped the last magazine on the table Chandler entered throwing his keys on the pool table a few feet from the front door and sighed. Then he looked up and his jaw dropped. This place was amazing it was incredible he thought. And then because he couldn't resist "Maybe I should go into the advertising business" he stated sarcastically.

"Bing, do us ALL a favor and keep your little comments to yourself you know they're not funny" she countered.

"Oh now come on Mag you know you don't mean that" he replied walking towards the fridge and grabbing a water. "Want anything?" he asked before closing the fridge.

"No thanks, I'm good" she said looking through her briefcase.

He walked over and sat down on the couch "So what 'toys' do I get this time?" he questioned with a mischievous grin.

"Well since you brought it up".........

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Placed on the kitchen table in front of Chandler after Maggie had left were all the 'gadgets' he got to use during the mission. There was a very expensive high end notebook, a few hidden surveillance cameras, some extra wires, a standard locksmith set, a camera watch, a clean cell phone, phone/audio surveillance/recording equipment, PC surveillance equipment, and array of police badges and some other odds and ends things. He hoped it would be enough but you could never be sure.

He left the table walking over to his suitcase. He lifted it with ease and placed it on top of the pool table. He unzipped and opened it revealing what looked like clothes. However after lifting out the first layer it showed its true colors serving as his weapon storage. Lined with gray foam it contained a standard issue black glock, a semi-automatic, a couple more handguns and a few other things.

Just then he heard on knock. He spun quickly, closing the suitcase and reaching inside his leather bomber jacket and grabbing his other handgun. He stood on the side of the door and griped the trigger.

"Who is it" he called to the other side

"Pizza delivery!"

"You've got the wrong house" he sighed with relief.

"Isn't this 4312 ****s Street?"

"Yes but I didn't order any pizza!" he tensed again.

Before Chandler's mind reacted to the click of the man's gun on the other side his reflexes took over. And by the time his mind at taken in what was happening the guy's gun was on the floor and Chandler had his handgun pressed to the guy's temple. He walked through the open door dragging the guy who had passed out, while dialing the agency's number on his cell phone with his other free hand. "Maggie Wheeler please....Yes I'll hold...Thank yo...Mag..yeah...Well that makes two. Listen we've got a situation down here...Yup he looks like one of the Cornett's..Uhuh...Alright see you in a few." He hung up and finished dragging the body inside.

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A few hours later Chandler's place had been swept down and checked for any type of alien device. His place was clean and since the man was the last of his gang-Chandler's team had wiped the rest out by either arresting them or... something else- Chandler was allowed to stay in the apartment. This was a good thing because they wanted this done quickly and having to find another location would be difficult. Maggie told Chandler to get some rest if possible he had to meet some new people tomorrow.

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Monica finished lap number 50 in her parents Olympic sized pool and came up for air. Of all her parents houses this was her favorite. It was so secluded, so peaceful and quiet way out on the island. True she couldn't enjoy this with any of her friends expect Rachel and Ross too but it was still wonderful.

As she was painting her nails later on Ross walked out of the main house with an ear-to-ear grin. She went back to her task at hand as he walked over, whatever it was it was probably nothing of conscience to her.

"What's up?" she asked.

"You'll never guess who I met today at the coffee house!" he exclaimed excitedly.

"Who?" she said, not really paying much mind it was probably some high school friend of his, who she had no time for.

"Well remember my old collage roommate?". Monica dropped the nail brush she was holding and looked up. 'Oh no not him' she thought 'please got not him'. "You met him at Thanksgiving remember? Well anyway we're having dinner with him next Saturday, you, Rachel and I. Oh yeah, and if they wanna come Joey and Phoebe too."

"Oh right him." She tried to smile for her brother's sake but in the back of her mind she was hoping this was a dream. She had hated that guy so much and not to mention the other thing. Oh how was she going to get out of this?...........................................

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So what did you think? well I'm not gonna know unless you REVIEW that's right kids say it with me now -reeee-vvvvv-uuuuu-wha lol! Any way tell me what ya think critique the hell outta it 4 all I care. Just tell me if its slop and I should be shot for putting you through such torture or.. you like it and want me to continue?!?! Doo Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo dooo da doo doo doo doo doo doo bum bah (theme from Jeopardy).

P.S That's where I'm leaving it for now. Next Chapter will be up probably Friday or Saturday maybe even sooner if I have the time. So um oh yeah to the person who said something about the whole Gellar-Geller thing not that I have to justify myself to you but I have auto correct on my word thing so every time I put in Geller it corrects it to Gellar so sorry if that happens from time to time.

Oh one more thing minor detail about thanksgiving Monica was fat both times so chandler never saw her as the totally HOT chick sh is now LOL ;-) Anyway that and Chandler had longer hair and um glasses and wore nothing of the sort he wears in this. He wore like sweater vests and geeky crap K? K alright enough of this jabbering I'm sure you have better things to do then listen to me.

Repost reason= OMG I so screwed up!! I didn't remember "Maggie Wheeler" was the actress that played Janice!!!! It's not her so don't think that!!!!! I sooo did not know!!! Why didn't you tell me ** hits friends w/ notebook** really I didn't know **hits friends again**!!! I'm sooo sorry to screw everyone up like that but NOOO **hits friends again**!!!!!!!! It's not her/Janice because he wouldn't get along w/ JANICE I mean eeeewwww **hits friends yet another time w/ now tattered notebook**!!!!! No offense 2 those who like her **hits friends last time w/ shredded notebook**!!! And I mean g8 character but NOOO it's not her sorry again 4 getting anyone's hopes up **Aww fine hits them 4 the last time w/ remains of what looks like a notebook**! Oh and sorry for any slight grammatical mistakes or spelling errors/mix-ups you try writing something decent on a seventh grade English class it's not easy! I mean I'm not like one of those authors who can right amazing crap at 13! Which if you doubt me they r out there PAY ATTENTION I know it's hard but try!! **hits friends again** B/W the 'friends' I'm hitting r the ones I had CRTIQUE my fic **hits them repeatedly**