(A/N: Thanks for your guys' reviews last chapter! Sorry it took me to long to update...I've been kinda busy. and IT doesn't help that every free minute I have to be on the computer, my dad is reading over my shoulder. D'you know how annoying that is? Lol, well anyways, hope you like thsi chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101)

(A/N: Ok, guys. I'm going to put up a 'previously' because I know it's been a while since I last updated, and you probably forgot what happened:P)

Previously...

In the hallway

Chase and Zoey stood outside 'Steve' 's door, befuddled as they watched a man who had an uncanny resemblance to Zoey being shoved down the hallway. 'Steve' came up behind them and mumbled, mostly to himself, but out loud nonetheless, "I wonder what Steve's got himself into this time."

"What? I thought you're name was Steve..." Zoey thought for a moment then realized it. "You're not Steve Thomas?" All the man, who apparently wasn't Steve, did was smirk. "Wait! You have the wrong guy!" Zoey yelled after the police, and started to run after them, but was stopped because someone had a rather firm grip on her wrist.

"You called the cops on me?" Not-Steve asked her menacingly.

"N-no...I-" All Zoey could do was stutter. Chase looked at her, then at Not-Steve, then back to Zoey. He made a quick desicion. He punched Not-Steve in the face, grabbed Zoey, and ran.

Chase gripped Zoey's hand, and they were running towards PCA, when Zoey stopped in the middle of the road.

"Wait, Chase! Why are we going to PCA?"

"Zoey, I think this could've waited until we got to the other side of the street." Chase laughed as he pulled Zoey a few feet forward so they were on the sidewalk. "Ok, What d'you mean?"

"We told him like EVERYTHING about us. He knows where we live and all that stuff, so why are we going where he can find us?" Chase thought for a moment.

"He's drunk. He probably won't remember all that stuff by the time he's sober again." He said as he continued to pull Zoey in the direction of PCA.

"Chase, come on. Please." Zoey gave him the puppy dog eyes. He sighed.

"Fine. We'll go back to PCA and get some money and a few other things. I guess we could stay at a hotel or something for a bit until this thing blows over." Zoey grinned and threw her arms around Chase's neck, enveloping him in a hug. Chase flashed her one of his famous smiles as he grabbed Zoey's hand again and they continued to run towards PCA.

Chase and Zoey arrived at the Tipton Hotel (A/N: hehe..I just HAD to put that in there...btw, I don't own the Tipton either) which was about a block down from PCA. Zoey took a look around the lobby as Chase stood in front of the front desk, booking a room.

"Wow, Chase. This is so nice. How can you afford this?"

"Well, my family...We actually have...enough...money. We just don't flash it around like Logan." Zoey nodded in understanding, still in awe of her surroundings. "So anyways, I'm guessing you want seperate rooms, right?" She shook her head, smiling.

"Chase, that's like SUPER expensive! I'm fine with sharing a room if you are." Chase nodded.

"Seperate beds, too?" He asked jokingly.

"Having a little 'Logan' moment, are we?" He grinned sheepishly at her comment as he handed her a room card. They walked over to the elevator, their suitcases in tow.

Zoey pushed the door to their room open. Her facial expression changed from excited to confused. There was a heart shaped bed in the middle of the room. Chase laughed a bit when he saw her face.

"Yea, Sorry about this. They're hosting this convention thingy here right now, so the honeymoom suite was the only room left...Don't worry, I ordered an extra bed. You can have thr big heart shaped one, I'll sleep on the extra."

"No Chase, it's ok. You take the big bed."

"Nah, I'm not a big fan of...hearts...they're kinda weird. If you turn them upsideown, they look like butts..." Zoey giggled as she dragged her suitcase over to the dresser and after a couple of minutes of attempting to lift it onto the dresser (with Chase smirking behind her) Chase walked over to help her and heaved the heavy suitcase up.

"So how long are we gonna stay here until you think it's safe to go back?"

"Hey, you wanna go visit my dad?" Zoey asked as she ignored Chase's question.

"Huh?"

"Visit my dad. You know, my father. The one who just got arrested?"

"I know what you said. I just...yea sure. Why not?" He answered not even bothering to finish his sentence. "He's at like the Malibu prison or something right?" Zoey nodded as she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room.

Zoey and Chase got out of the taxi they were riding in, and headed into the big concrete building. They walked up to the front desk, where the security guard was sleeping with his chair leaned back and his feet up on the desk. Something Zoey thought only happened in movies or stories. Chase walked up to the rather large man and poked him lightly.

"Excuse me?"

"NO MORE GRAVY!" The guard screamed as he woke up, startled. As he yelled, he lost his balance and the chair fell backwards. With much difficulty, the large man pushed himself off the ground, back into his chair and asked in a gruff voice, "What?"

"We're here to visit Steve Thomas." Zoey answered, a little scared of the man. The guard grunted in response and rose from his chair. He led the two teens down a -somewhat depressing- hallway, to a cell with a man sitting on the wooden bench with his head in his hands. Zoey studied the man for a bit. She decided he looked like he'd been sober for a while. He looked decent, and he wasn't all messed up like Not-Steve was; but then again, you should never judge a book by it's cover.

"Hey, Steve. You got visitors." The guard informed Steve brusquely as he turned on his heel and walked back to the front desk. Steve lifted his head from his hands and looked up at Chase and Zoey.

"Zoey? Is it really you?" She nodded slowly and gave her father a little smile. You could tell he was trying to hold back tears. "Zoey, you're so grown up! Who's this guy?" Steve asked as he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand to rid them of tears. She smiled again.

"Ste-Da...uhh..." Zoey couldn't decide whether to call him 'dad' or 'Steve'. He noticed this.

"Just call me Steve. I haven't been in your life enough for you to call me dad." He said, grinning, happy that he'd finally been reunited with his daughter after almost a decade..

"This is my...friend, Chase." She finished.

As soon as Chase heard the word 'friend', it occurred to him that he had never actually asked Zoey to be his girlfriend. Great. Just dandy. He'd have to figure out a way to ask her. He was never good at stuff like that...

"Steve I think it's my fault you're in jail." Zoey blurted out. He gave her a confused look. She started to explain everything that had happened: How they went to the wrong room, the smell of the room, what Not-Steve looked like, how Not-Steve took Chase into another room, and it sounded like he was beating him up and she called the police, the running away from Not-Steve, the Tipton, the honeymoon suite... everything leading up to that moment. When she finished her incredibly long speech, Steve spoke.

"Yea, Drew's '1' fell off his door a couple of months ago. He hasn't put it back yet." He stated bluntly. Zoey just stared at her father. She just told him everything and that's all he says?

"That's it?"

"Yea, what else do you expect me to say? 'I'm sorry you're getting chased by a drunk, and I with I could help you'? What good would that do? At least what I just told you informs you on something." She thought about his response for a while then shrugged. He was right.

"So you're not mad about me getting you put in jail?" He shook his head.

"You were just trying to save your friend and I'm innocent. I'll be put in court, then they'll see that. I'll be out by next month." Zoey nodded, happy her father wasn't mad at her. There was an awkward silence until Zoey's cell phone rang.

"Uhh, your pants are flashing...aaand your leg is vibrating." Chase pointed to Zoey's pants pocket. She rolled her eyes playfully.

"Thank you, Chase." She pulled her phone out of her jeans pocked then flipped it open.

"Hey, Zoey? There's some guy here looking for you. Where are you?" Zoey's eyes widened, and Chase had a worried look on his face. He didn't exactly know what was happening, but judging from the look on Zoey's face, it couldn't be good.

"Umm..Hey Vicki...who is he?"

"He says his name is," Zoey heard a yelling in the background, presumably telling Vicki not to tell her his name. "Uhh..why don't you just come back to PCA..."

"Does he look kinda drunk?" At this comment, Chase's eyes widened.

"Kinda...I guess.."

"Ok, Vicki? The guy standing in front of you right now, we're trying to run away from him. So don't tell him where we are."

"Zoe...This guy is kinda scary...just tell me where you are so I can lead him in the wrong direction."

"Ok. Just so you don't worry, we're staying at the Tipton Hotel. About a block down from PCA. But right now, we're at the Malibu prison."

"Oh my goodness! The TIPTON? THAT'S LIKE SUPER EXPENSIVE!" Yea, Vicki wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the box.

"VICKI!"

"What?"

"You just let him know where we're staying!" Zoey explained angrily. "Ok, Vicki, I gotta go now. Bye." She shut her phone and shoved it back into her pocket. "Great. Now we have to leave again. Told you he'd look at PCA." She recalled as she stuck her tongue out at Chase.

"Steve, we gotta go. But we promise we're going to help you get out of here." Zoey promised him as she hugged him awkwardly through the cell bars. Drew knew where they were staying. Now they they were on the run again.

(A/N: Wow. That was a pretty long chapter. For me anyways. I don't usually write chapters over 900 words:P What did you think? If you see any mistakes, like any events that don't make sense, just PM me so I can fix it. I'd be really grateful if you could do that. I wouldn't want anyone confused. So what did you guys think? SO sorry for the long wait! School and other stuff. Review please! I'll give you pink fuzzles!)