Thank you, thank you, thank you simplymondler and Loggie12 for your reviews! Just so you know, I'm changing it to include all the friends as I got some wicked ideas suddenly today on how to make it better.

Chandler was feeling pretty good. He had spent almost two hours beside Monica with her head resting on his shoulder. He wasn't sure if she had meant to do that at all, so he didn't move the entire time. Now his back was so sore and his neck stiff that he could barely walk. He didn't complain, though. Then she would know.

"How was the movie?" Rachel asked when they entered the apartment. Ross was there with Marcel too.

"Brilliant!" Monica said.

"Amazing," Phoebe added.

"Suck fest," Joey spit out. Phoebe flinched openly. Chandler wasn't sure why.

"Total chick flick," he threw in so Joey wouldn't question his manhood. He actually hadn't minded the movie.

"I'm sorry there wasn't enough violence for you," Phoebe said to Joey.

"A little nudity would have been nice," he retorted.

"There was!"

"Female nudity!" Joey said, holding his hand up. "Frolicking men is not a turn on for me."

"Enough about frolicking men!" Chandler said loudly, covering his ears. Monica laughed. He beamed inside. He lived for making Monica laugh.

"Well, I gotta get going," Ross said. "Come on, Marcel!"

"They friends again?" Joey muttered to Chandler.

"Looks that way," Chandler replied, shrugging.

"Barry is marrying Mindy!" Rachel cried as soon as Ross was gone. Monica and Phoebe snapped their heads up.

"What?!" they cried in unison.

"Look!" Rachel said, shoving the country club news into their hands.

"Wow!" Monica said, looking at Mindy. She caught Rachel's facial expression. "What a douche bag!" she added for good measure. She kept it to herself that Mindy looked hot.

"She's hot," Chandler said, not getting that message. Monica whacked him with it. "Ow!"

"You're hurting Rachel's feelings!" she lectured.

"Sorry," Chandler said, rubbing his forehead. She really did have a strong arm on her to make paper hurt like that. She sighed and tossed the paper down.

"So what are you gonna do?" Phoebe asked.

"I don't know. Nothing, I guess. I should have seen it coming," Rachel replied, pacing.

"This is getting too girly for me," Joey said, getting up to leave. "My girly limit is way down here after that movie." He demonstrated with his hands. He gave a meaningful look at Chandler.

"Oh. I guess my limit is very small too," Chandler said. He didn't want to leave.

"See you later," Monica smiled. His heart fluttered. He sure would.

"Bye!" Phoebe called after them. Chandler noticed she looked disappointed. He wondered why.

The Next Day

"How do you lose a monkey?" Joey asked Rachel, who was crying.

"He bolted out the door when I was taking the trash out! I guess the door didn't shut behind me all the way. Oh my God you guys have to help me," she begged.

"Whoa, negativity alert," Phoebe said coming inside. She felt pleased to see Joey there.

"Marcel ran away," Monica explained. "And he took a crap in my shoe."

"The left one? Cos that would be lucky..." Phoebe trailed off, seeing Monica's unhappy face.

"We'll search the building," Monica offered. "In teams."

"I call Joey!" Phoebe cried out. They turned to look at her. "What? He's fun."

"Aww thanks, Phoebs," Joey smiled. She beamed at him in return.

"Okay, so Chandler you're with me," Monica finished. Chandler was beaming as well, Phoebe noticed.

"Off we go," Joey said, taking Phoebe's arm in his. She giggled, covering her mouth.

"Start on the second floor," Monica ordered.

"Okay!" Joey called back. They ascended the stairs.

"Not everyday you're out looking for a monkey," Phoebe commented.

"I guess not," Joey said, thinking about it for a moment.

"So, are you dating anyone?" Phoebe asked, making conversation.

"Well, not really. There's always someone I'm interested in," Joey began. "But they have to be interested back you see."

"Oohh," Phoebe said, nodding like she understood. They came across a door that was closed.

"Hey, let's try asking people," Joey suggested. Phoebe agreed. A woman answered when they knocked. Phoebe immediately noticed the woman was covered in sweat and wearing bare minimum for clothes. It took Joey a few seconds to register this.

"H-hi," he stuttered. "Have you seen a...a monkey?" He swallowed hard. Phoebe felt the familiar animal inside of her trying to claw its way out of her stomach and into her mouth where it would eject itself and make her scream and jump on this horrible woman who was now clearly seducing Joey.

"No, I haven't," the woman said. "Do you know how to fix a radiator?" A second sweaty woman appeared. Joey had lost his ability to speak now.

"Turn the knob the other way," Phoebe snapped. "And put some clothes on!" She marched off, dragging Joey with her.

"B-but Phoebs!" he cried. "They were so beautiful."

"We are on a mission, soldier," Phoebe said roughly. "And no soldier gets left behind!"

"O-okay," Joey said, not understanding.

"There's a little monkey out there counting on us. Would you feel good about forgetting about him in order to score?" Phoebe demanded.

"No, I guess not," Joey sighed deeply.

"Come on," Phoebe said, stomping ahead. Joey felt confused. Phoebe never got this upset about him flirting with women before. He wondered what was up with her. He didn't want to ask because he was afraid she would hit him.

Downstairs

"Come on, Mr. Heckles!" Monica shouted as the door slammed into her face.

"He's a total weirdo," Chandler commented as they walked away.

"He's a freak," Monica corrected.

"Sure," Chandler agreed. Monica sighed in frustration.

"Now what do we do?" she asked.

"Head back to the apartment I guess," Chandler said. "Maybe he came back?"

"Not really much else we can do," Monica nodded. "Let's go." Rachel and Ross were talking with a woman in uniform when they arrived.

"Couldn't find Marcel," Chandler said. Rachel gave him dagger eyes as did Ross.

"Who's Marcel?" the woman asked.

"My crazy uncle," Ross answered quickly. "He loves to wander the building but then gets lost."

"Is that who you named the monkey after?" Phoebe asked, coming up behind them and hearing this.

"Okay," the woman said. "You know owning an exotic animal is illegal and you can do time in jail for that." Ross swallowed hard.

"Is there any way we can, um, pretend this never happened uhhh?" Monica paused.

"Luisa, and no, I don't think so," Luisa said. "I find him, he's mine." She stormed out.

"Damn it, Phoebe!" Ross yelled. "Can't you ever keep your mouth shut?"

"I'm sorry," Phoebe said tearfully. Joey put his arm around her.

"Geez, Ross, she didn't know that Marcel was illegal. Give her a break!"

"Just find him first!" Ross shouted, grabbing his coat and bursting out of the apartment. Rachel followed after him.

"Let's check the basement," Monica suggested to Chandler. He nodded in agreement and they left.

"His words hurt sometimes," Phoebe sniffed. Joey rubbed her back soothingly.

"I know. I don't think he realizes it," he offered. Phoebe gave him a small smile. She had to give credit to Marcel. Without him running away, she wouldn't have this one on one time with Joey. She was grateful for that.

In the basement

"There he is!" Monica cried. "Marcel! Come here!" The monkey ignored her. Chandler went around to the other side.

"We can scare him out," he said.

"Aha!" Luisa shouted. "Move!" She was aiming her gun.

"What is that?!" Monica cried.

"A small tranquilizer dart," Luisa offered. Chandler saw Monica looking upset, so he made his decision. When Luisa aimed, he dove in front of Marcel. The dart struck him in the behind, making him yelp. He crashed hard, making Monica scream. Marcel took off. Luisa looked mildly scared but then took off after the monkey.

"Chandler! Are you all right?" Monica cried, kneeling down beside him.

"Yea. Just got a dart in my ass," Chandler said, pointing.

"Oh dear," she said. "Should I pull it out?"

"I'd rather not leave it as an add-on," Chandler tried to joke. She yanked it out. "OWW!"

"Sorry," she said. "Come on. Let's get you back upstairs."

Outside

"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry, Ross?" Rachel asked, angry now. "I can't go back in time!"

"I know that! I'm just angry!" he shouted back. He kicked a lamppost. "Ow! Now I have no monkey and a broken foot!" He hopped around in pain.

"Here, I'll make it even to make you feel better," Rachel said. She kicked the lamppost then yelped. "Now I have a broken foot too!"

"That was stupid," Ross said. She started crying again.

"You've been overly emotional all week," he said. "What's wrong? Aside from losing my monkey and Barry marrying Mindy."

"Nothing," Rachel lied. There was a big something. Something so big she couldn't even bear to tell Monica about.

"Are you sure? You can tell me," Ross said. She considered it for a moment, but then changed her mind. She just shook her head. They both noticed a crate of bananas going inside.

"Did you see that too?" he asked.

"Yea. Let's go!" she said, hobbling in front of him. They reached the apartment of Mr. Heckles where the banana man was heading.

"Give me my monkey!" Ross yelled at him.

"It's my monkey," Mr. Heckles argued.

"Let's have the court decide," Luisa said, coming up behind them. Rachel groaned.

"He's not mine," Mr. Heckles decided, shutting the door as Luisa grabbed Marcel from him.

"Come on, Luisa! We're adults here! Just give my friend the monkey," she ordered.

"Forget it," Luisa said.

"All right then," Monica said, coming into view and holding a dart. "How about I tell your supervisor that you shot my friend in the ass with this dart?"

Later

"I'm glad this is all sorted out," Rachel said, watching Ross interact with Marcel.

"Me too," he agreed. He looked up at her. He really wanted to tell her how he felt. Everyone else knew how he felt about her, so why was it so hard to tell her? Rachel looked away after a moment. She figured if he stared at her long enough, he'd put it together.

"So," Ross said.

"So."

They looked at each other again. Rachel swallowed. Had he figured it out?

"Rachel!" Barry yelled, bursting inside. "I still love you! I can't marry Mindy!"

"Oh. My. God," Ross said. He really wanted to just scream.

"Oh!" Rachel cried. She covered her mouth with her hands. She had not expected this.

"I'll just go," Ross said, catching Marcel and putting him on his shoulder. He did not want to witness this. Rachel wished he would stay, but he was already gone.

"Barry," she began. "This is crazy. You can't still be in love with me!"

"But I am," Barry said. "Please, you gotta give me another chance!"

"No. I can't," Rachel said.

"Just think about it. Please! I'll wait for your call," Barry said. He abruptly turned away and left. Rachel stood there feeling very small.

"I can't," she whispered to herself. "Because I'm pregnant."

Chandler's apartment

"Oh, oh, oh," he chanted. "Ow, ow, ow!"

"What is it?" Monica asked. She was in the kitchen making him dinner while he was lying on the couch.

"My other butt cheek has woken up," Chandler said. He jumped up, dancing around. "Ah, ah, ah!"

"You sound like a monkey," Monica smirked.

"Oh, thanks," Chandler replied sarcastically. He hopped over to her and sat on the stool in front of the counter.

"Here," Monica said, passing him a plate of spaghetti. "Eat."

"Thanks," he said, digging into it with a fork. She started heading for the door.

"You're not staying?" he asked. She stopped and turned.

"I don't think so," she said. "I have a 'Rachel is upset' vibe."

"Oh, okay," Chandler said, feeling disappointed. "Have fun."

"It's not the kind of fun I enjoy," Monica smiled grimly. "Goodnight." She slipped out into the hallway and paused before going into her apartment. She had noticed weird feelings she was getting around Chandler. She wasn't sure she liked it. She was taken by surprise how much she had been excited to search for Marcel with him alone. She shook her head. She was losing it. They were just friends. It would be stupid to think it could be more than that. She opened her door and was not at all surprised to see Rachel standing there crying her eyes out. She sighed. It was going to be a long night.

Phoebe & Joey

They were walking on the streets of New York together after having some pizza. It was a warm night, and Phoebe was feeling even warmer walking beside Joey.

"You feeling better?" Joey asked.

"Yea. Thanks. And thanks for dinner," Phoebe said. He smiled at her.

"My pleasure. Always nice to take a beautiful woman out to dinner," he added. Phoebe blushed at this. He thought she was beautiful? It made her almost want to spit it all out to him and see what happened, but she held back. It would only damage things. She was using the example of Ross and Rachel to justify this. He was crazy about her, and she didn't even know, but they were already fighting like a couple. She didn't want that with Joey. But still...

"So, Phoebs, any hot guys lately?" Joey asked, breaking into her thoughts.

Oh you have no idea, she thought to herself, gazing at him appreciatively.

"No, not really," she said out loud.

"I'm sure there will be one soon," he winked at her. "I've got a hot date myself tomorrow night."

"Really?" Phoebe asked. "How? We didn't meet any girls."

"The one from upstairs, remember?" he said. "She caught me in the hall and gave me her number. It's gonna be great!"

"Yea. Great," Phoebe said, feeling her insides crumble. So maybe she couldn't just be friends with Joey. How the hell was she going to survive this?