Thanks for the reviews. It seems like a lot of people are interested in this story and I hope I don't disappoint as it isn't going to be quite as crazy as the actual movie. I forgot to ask if anyone had any ideas they just need to see in this story or just want.
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Chuck, Morgan, Sarah, and Casey are in the suite and they have no idea where Bryce is. "Morgan," Chuck suggests, "dry off and get some clothes on." Chuck feels his pockets and notices everything is there except for his phone. "I can't find my phone. Sarah, can you call Bryce?"
"Sure," Sarah pulls out her phone and dials as Morgan searches for his room.
A second later, a phone rings throughout the room. They all look around frantically until they see it on the upside down table. Morgan bends over and picks up the phone. He inspects it as Sarah sighs in annoyance that Bryce doesn't have his phone. Morgan presses the call button and answers, "Bryce's phone."
"Yea, Morgan, it's me," Sarah states into the phone like it is obvious.
"Oh, hey, Sarah. Why are you calling…? Oh…" Morgan finally realizes as he looks over at Sarah standing there with a quirked eyebrow. "This is Bryce's phone," he informs everyone.
"Obviously, moron," Casey grumbles.
"Don't worry guys, he's probably down by the pool or playing some craps or something," Chuck says without any worry. "Once Morgan throws on some clothes, we'll go down."
/
Chuck and Sarah and their entourage take the elevator down and walk up to the hotel desk where a different woman is working than they remember. "Hi," Chuck smiles disarmingly hoping that his appearance isn't too off-putting. "I would just like to check the status of my room." He hands her the credit card and his California id.
"Ah…" she searches happily, "yes, Mr. Bartowski. We have you in the presidential suite. You upgraded from the honeymoon suite last night." She smiles brightly at him.
"You wouldn't happen to have what time it was, would you?" Chuck asks apprehensively as it would help with the timeframe.
"Absolutely," the hostess grins brightly. "Let's see… The transfer was made at 9:56pm last night."
"Thank you," Chuck nods happily as he takes his credit card and id back.
/
Chuck, Sarah, Carina, and Morgan take a seat at a table outside by the pool area. The sun is shining brightly and the women are wearing tiny bikinis that they would only wear in Vegas. Chuck wipes his hands down his face as he rests his elbows on the glass table. "How the hell don't we remember anything?"
"I don't know but it's pretty funny," Carina grins deviously with a quick snort.
"It's not funny," Sarah looks at Carina like she is a total bitch.
"It's kind of funny," Carina relents slightly with a light tone.
"Why would we fly you out during our honeymoon?" Chuck asks with complete confusion.
"I don't know," Morgan claims as if everything is going wrong for him.
"You guys were pretty adamant about it. We tried to decline but you had already bought the first class tickets and I'm not gonna say no to Vegas," Carina grins cunningly.
"Chuck, you said you won fifty grand at the blackjack table," Morgan explains as he rests his head on his palms in exhaustion.
"Really?" Chuck smiles in awe as he never knew he could do something like that.
"Yea, you don't remember that?" Morgan looks up at him through strained eyes.
"I don't even remember finishing dinner last night," Chuck states as he looks at Sarah to see if she remembers anymore.
"I only remember sitting down at the blackjack table after dinner," Sarah shrugs apologetically that she cannot be of any more help. With her spy training, she had become more resilient to most drugs.
Casey walks up and takes the last empty seat at their table. "I didn't find Larkin anywhere. I checked the pool, the casino, and the gym."
"This is not good," Morgan mumbles dreadfully.
"We'll find him buddy," Chuck states confidently. "Don't worry."
"We'll start with what we last remember," Sarah decides as she looks at Casey.
"After the Johnny Walker Black," Casey is interrupted by Morgan vomiting a little bit on the floor, "at the bar in Planet Hollywood. I think we went to see that blonde girl's show."
"That blonde girl's show?" Chuck raises an eyebrow. "Do you mean the Peepshow thingy with Hugh Hefner's old girlfriend?"
"Yea, whatever that was."
"Do you remember the time?" Chuck asks.
"Must've been before one."
"And Bryce was there?" Sarah asks.
"Yea, I think so," Casey nods reassuringly.
"What about you guys?" Chuck asks.
"I don't even remember Planet Hollywood," Morgan throws his arms up in dread.
"I just barely remember that one area that has the girls dancing," Carina states with slight sadness that she cannot remember more. "The love pit or sex pit or whatever."
"Okay," Chuck's brow knits tightly as he tries to think of what to do next.
"Whose is this?" Morgan furrows his brow as he shows off a black ring with a red core to everyone.
"That's my ring," Casey snatches it from him and slides it on. "How the hell did you get it?"
"I don't know," Morgan shrugs. "I found it in my pocket."
"No," Chuck steals the attention, "this is good. Check your pockets for anything."
They all dig into their pockets and other than Carina finding a half-eaten Twix bar in her pocket, Casey pulls out a valet ticket. "Humph, a valet ticket at 5:46am," Casey tosses it to the middle of the table.
"Oh god, we drove last night?" Sarah chuckles outrageously.
"Drove what?" Chuck asks curiously. "We didn't bring a car."
"Oh shit," Casey shakes his head in disbelief.
"What?" Morgan asks quickly as his tone is laced with fear.
"If we didn't have a car last night but we did this morning, then there is only so many ways to get it. Buy it or steal it," Casey explains to Morgan.
"We couldn't have won it?" Morgan asks weakly in a higher pitch as his worry increases.
"Nobody ever wins those display cars," Carina deadpans.
"Great…" Morgan drawls dreadfully. "Not only are we missing Bryce but we also stole a car."
"Or won it," Chuck swiftly throws in there. Sarah looks over at Chuck and sees a medical bracelet on his wrist that only hospitals issue.
"Were you in a hospital last night?" Sarah asks Chuck as she points to the bracelet on his wrist.
"I don't know," Chuck inspects the patient tag that hospitals use. "I guess so."
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The team walks out to the valet and Chuck hands the valet the ticket. "So, we go to the hospital first. Maybe they'll know more about why you were admitted," Sarah plans out.
"Sounds like the best plan," Chuck agrees.
"Yea," Casey grunts his agreement.
A few seconds later, a brand new 1969 silver Mercedes Benz 280SE pulls up. Everyone's eyes watch the car in complete awe. Casey grunts in envy of whoever owns the sweet wheels. The same valet that Chuck gave the ticket to steps out and smiles at Chuck. "Here's your car, sir."
"My car?" Chuck's eyes widen in shock.
"Yep," the valet smiles charmingly as he walks over and hands the keys to Chuck.
"Um, thank you," Chuck pats his pockets down for any money for a tip.
"Here," Sarah comes to Chuck's rescue with a ten dollar bill she hands to the valet.
"Thank you and have a nice day," the valet says truthfully after the nice tip by the most beautiful woman he has ever seen before. The team all shuffle into the car with Chuck driving, Sarah in the front passenger and the rest in the back.
/
"So I was here last night," Chuck asks as he follows the doctor throughout the hospital. Chuck's entourage is right behind him.
"Yep," the doctor answers without paying much attention to Chuck. "You had a very minor concussion. Nothing but some scrapes and bruises. Oh," the doctor lifts a finger as if he just remembered, "you had a high amount of Rufilin in you."
"Rufilin?" Sarah asks with complete shock. "As in rufees?"
"Yea, the date rape drug," the doctor responds nonchalantly.
"I wasn't raped, was I?" A new fear takes over Chuck's expression.
"Actually…" the doctor looks at the clipboard in his hands. Chuck's eyes widen as he believes it is a very possible he was raped. "…Nope."
"Phew…" Chuck sighs with a heavy amount of relief.
"Was there a tall guy, classically handsome, jet black hair?" Chuck asks the doctor.
"Yea, he was with all of you," the doctor answers.
"That's good," Chuck sighs with relief. "Do you remember what time this was at?"
"It says you were admitted at 3:24am," The doctor reads off a chart. "Now I really need to get back to my patients."
"So Larkin was with us at 3:30," Casey muses with slight happiness that they know he was fine at that point.
"Did I have a tattoo or bandages on my back?" Chuck asks the doctor.
"No, now I really need to get back," the doctor insists as his patience is wearing thin.
"Is there anything else you remember?" Chuck pleads much to the doctor's dismay. "Please, it would really help us out."
"Yea, you guys were talking about a wedding."
"Yea, we just got married a few days ago," Sarah glows with happiness as she clings onto Chuck's arm.
"No, you were talking about a marriage that night at the… what was it…" he snaps as he tries to remember. "… The Little Wedding Bells Chapel."
"Do you know where that is?" Chuck asks as he pulls out a pad and pen.
"Yea…" The doctor is now fully annoyed and has had enough. "It's at the corner of screw you and fuck off," the doctor answers with resentment.
"How dare—" Casey grumbles angrily as Carina, Sarah, and Morgan hold him back from pummeling this doctor's face in.
"I'm not a tour guide," the doctor retorts agitatedly. "Now I need to attend to my patients," the doctor pockets the hundred dollar bribe Chuck gave him and he leaves Chuck and his entourage to themselves.
/
They find and arrive at the Little Wedding Bells Chapel. They pull up and Chuck parks in an open spot. "Let's hope they know a little bit more."
"Yea, maybe Bryce is still here," Morgan says with hope.
They walk into the chapel and it is fairly empty. Chuck peeks around the corner to see the actual pews and the stage with white ribbons. A man and a woman are putting up a banner when the man notices Chuck and his entourage. "Hey!" He exclaims happily as he walks up to Chuck and hugs him tightly. "You guys are back!"
"Um… yea," Chuck quirks an eyebrow as he has never seen this man in his life but the man seems so open with them.
"How's the married life?" The man asks happily.
"It's good," Chuck grins.
"Not you," the man chuckles as he looks at Carina," them."
"Us?" Casey's eyes widen in complete shock.
"Come on…" The guy smiles widely as he thinks Casey is joking. "You two lovebirds were all over each other!" He places one hand on Chuck's shoulder and the other on Carina's and pushes them together. "Well she was kind of over her too," he tilts his head at Sarah, "but mostly him." Sarah's eyes widen as does Chuck's.
"Well that would explain this ring," Carina shrugs as she lifts her left hand and shows off the ring.
"Oh hell no!" Casey grunts angrily. "Unwed us right now!"
"But what about the deluxe package you bought?" the man asks as the woman working with him earlier hands him a box about a cubic foot. He pulls out a mug that has Casey holding Carina in his arms as she kisses him on the cheek. "The mugs…" he hands the mug to Casey. "The hats…" the man pulls out a hat with the same picture on it and hands it to Morgan. Morgan puts it on his head. "The shirts…" the man hands one to Sarah.
"Oh, I'm never gonna take this off," she jokes with a smug smirk at Carina and Casey as she slides it over her torso. Carina is just too much in shock to say anything. She has never gotten that wasted before.
"Get rid of all this crap now!" Casey demands.
"Well it's yours now. You can do whatever you want with it," he pushes the box into Casey's arms.
"Was there an average height handsome man with us?" Chuck asks as he tries to gauge Bryce's height with his hand. "Smooth jet black hair?"
"Ah yea!" The man exclaims. "He was with you guys!"
"You wouldn't know where he is, would you?" Chuck asks.
"He left with you guys. I haven't seen you since 2. You guys are freakin' crazy, man! But this guy," he shakes his head as he points at Casey. "This guy!" The man excitedly places his hands on Casey's cheeks. Casey's brow furrows deeply as he starts to grumble quietly. "He's one wild and crazy guy!"
Casey grumbles in annoyance, "I should've brought my gun."
"Thanks for the help," Chuck grins brightly. "And marrying my friends," he snickers. Casey grumbles into Chuck's ear.
"No problem, friends," the man smiles brightly as the team turn to leave.
/
"Okay, so Bryce was last with us at 3:30," Sarah states as they get back into the Mercedes.
"We're torching all this crap," Casey demands angrily as he pulls the hat off Morgan's head.
"Hey!" Morgan retorts. "I liked that."
"Shut up moron."
"Enough guys," Chuck looks back at them. "We first need to find Bryce."
"He's a spy," Casey grumbles with resentment. "He'll be fine."
"Where do we go next?" Carina asks. "We have no more leads."
"What about your tattoo?" Sarah asks Chuck. "Maybe we can find out who did it."
"There're probably a thousand tattoo parlors here. How the hell are we gonna find the right one?" Morgan asks with disbelief as he throws his hands in the air.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit," Chuck mutters as he wipes his hands down his face in frustration. "I have no idea how we got this car either."
"You think the hotel would know?" Sarah asks.
"You think so? For all we know, one of us could've stole it."
"Well it did have the keys so we didn't hotwire it," Carina muses with a shrug.
"Okay, we'll start with Planet Hollywood because I know we were there at some point," Casey states as his anger of being married slowly dissipates.
"Good idea, Mr. Carina Miller," Chuck quips with a snicker as he starts the car.
"Fuck you," Casey grunts as his anger instantly resurfaces. Sarah snickers with Chuck as they drive off.
/
They walk through the casino floor of Planet Hollywood and pass by the thing Carina was talking about earlier, the Pleasure Pit. Morgan and Casey's eyes look on in fascination as girls in skimpy lingerie dance on poles behind the blackjack tables. Chuck doesn't have to look as he already has the hottest girl in the world under his arms and hugged to his hip.
Carina forcefully punches Casey in the arm to get his attention. "What?" Casey looks at her with annoyance.
"We're married," Carina retorts jokingly. "That's disrespectful to your wife."
"Yea, Casey," Sarah says with a joking smirk.
"Shut up," Casey grumbles as they finally walk up to the bar they remembered being at last night.
"Hi," the female bartender smiles charmingly. "What can I get you guys?"
"Actually, we're looking for our friend. We were here last night," Chuck answers.
"Talk to Sandy," the bartender nods nonchalantly as if she deals with this on a daily basis as she points towards the blonde at the end of the bar bartending. The blonde is of average height and subtly thin but not to where she looks like she needs to eat a cheeseburger. She has long dirty blonde hair and green eyes. She has a nicely toned body with a large chest that doesn't looks too large for her body.
"Thanks," Chuck and his entourage walk over to Sandy. She sees them and a giant smile grows on her face instantly as her eyes pinpoint her target. She shoots through the opening between the counters; sprinting past Chuck, Sarah, Casey, and Carina, and dives into Morgan's arms, planting a wet juicy kiss on his lips. Morgan's eyes widen in complete surprise as her tongue fervently explores the depths of his mouth.
"You guys are back!" Sandy exclaims overjoyed after releasing the kiss. "I had the best time last night, my little bearded animal," she runs her hands through Morgan's beard and kisses him again. She turns to Carina and Casey, "congratulations on your marriage."
"Don't remind me," Casey grumbles as Carina punches him for acting so rude once again.
"Sorry, he's a bit of a grouch. He didn't get enough of me last night and he's a bit grumpy," Carina quips as she runs her hands down her body.
"I get it," Sandy laughs as she pats Casey's chest playfully. "What happened to you guys last night? You dropped me off at home last night at five in the morning!"
"Um…" Morgan is flabbergasted. "I, uh, we don't exactly remember much from last night."
"Come on Morgy Morg," Sandy laughs at his nervous confused expression.
"Did we uh…" he gestures with his hands about sex.
"No, I'm not that much of a slut," she grins deviously at Morgan with a laugh. He sighs with relief and she pouts at his relieved expression that they didn't. If she was that repulsive, he could've at least been nice about it.
"What? No," Morgan tries to argue. "You're gorgeous. I mean you're very beautiful." Sandy blushes slightly as her cheeks turn rosy. "It's just that I am kind of dating someone."
"No, it's fine," Sandy smiles shyly. "You guys were pretty fucked up. Wait; there was another one of you. Where's Bryce?"
"That's what we were wondering," Chuck exclaims as he leans in towards her in hopefulness. "Have you seen him today?"
"No, not since last night," Sandy shrugs.
"Were you with us when he got his tattoo?" Sarah asks.
"No," Sandy grins brightly. "But you guys talked about it a lot. You were so proud that you had her forever on your body. That and the wedding is all you guys talked about." Sarah smiles bashfully as she now blushes because of Chuck wanting to immortalize her on his back. "You guys really don't remember that?" Sandy asks with slight disbelief.
"Not a single bit," Carina says with slight aggravation that none of them can remember.
"Bryce was with us when we took you home, right?" Chuck asks.
"Yea, I was lying on top of him when you drove us home," Sandy smiles. "There wasn't exactly enough room, you know. I couldn't complain though; lying on top of three sexy men." Sandy pinches Morgan's ass as she grins at Casey.
Morgan chuckles nervously, "That must've been fun for you."
"It was fun for all of us!" Sandy exclaims.
"Do you know how I got the Mercedes then?" Chuck asks as Sandy seems like a gold mine of information about last night.
"You won it."
"Won it?"
"Yea, at one of the casinos. At least that is what you were saying."
You see?" Morgan smirks smugly at Carina.
"Whatever," Carina rolls her eyes apathetically.
"Well that's good to know," Sarah quips with a smile. "Were you with us the entire night?"
"No, you guys went to see the Peepshow while I still had to work until four. You guys chilled at the bar for about a half hour until my shift ended and then took me home! Definitely the best shift I've ever had!"
"I'm glad we made your night so fun, but somehow we lost Bryce after dropping you off so it must've been some time after five. Do you have any idea where we were headed?" Chuck asks. Sandy looks deep in thought as she tries to remember.
"Did we say anything? Or say we wanted to do something?" Sarah asks with hope.
"Um…" Sandy drawls unsurely. "I don't think so. I was pretty tired, but I think you guys were calling it quits too."
"Damn," Chuck sighs before smiling at her. "Thank you for the help. You don't understand how much this has helped us. Now we know Bryce was with us at five in the morning and we got back to the hotel before six."
"You're welcome," Sandy smiles brightly. "I haven't had that much fun in so long. Any time you guys are in Vegas, come in and talk to me." She grabs Morgan's hand and writes her number on it with a pen.
"Will do," Sarah smiles happily. For some odd reason, Sarah really likes this girl and could see herself and her becoming great friends.
"I'm gonna miss my Morgy," Sandy hugs Morgan and gives him another wet kiss on the lips while squeezing his ass very tightly.
"Um, I, uh, I'm gonna, uh, miss you too," Morgan finally stutters out nervously.
"You're so cute," Sandy pinches his cheek before she looks to the crowd forming at the bar. "I sadly have to get back to work but come by any time." She dawns a sad frown as she looks at her new friends.
"Again, thank you," Sarah says as they turn around and Sandy goes back to work. "So, we know Bryce was with us at five, so where could we've lost him in the last hour?"
"Um, I'm sorry guys," Carina drops her head in shame as she finally puts the pieces together.
"What do you mean?" Casey instantly appears at her side as he looks at her with worry and places a hand on her shoulder.
"I really screwed up," Carina looks up into Casey's blue eyes with utter remorse. "The hangover pills we took weren't actually hangover pills."
"What are you saying?" Sarah asks as she can feel her anger rising. It is just like Carina to have done something to them.
"They were an experimental drug I acquired from one of my more recent missions," Carina explains sadly as she presses her face into Casey's chest. "They were supposed to be like ecstasy without the ill effects."
"But they weren't ecstasy! They were Rufees!" Sarah nearly shouts.
"You think I knew that?" Carina buries her face back into Casey's chest sadly as she feels completely responsible for Bryce missing.
"Hey," Chuck places his hand on Carina's shoulder as he speaks humbly, "at least we weren't drugged by a stranger."
"That's true," Sarah agrees with Chuck as she hates seeing her longest friend look so down and remorseful. Sarah has never seen Carina so pained and apologetic before. "And we're gonna find him," Sarah states confidently.
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