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Feb-4-2007 13:01

Built in 1880, near the beginning of the Gilded Age, its mahogany walls were still in very good condition. The gilding on the marble columns was just starting to peel and the imported Oriental rugs did show some wear but all in all a very nice place to stay.

Many important people have stayed there due to the excellent food, courteous service, and a certain amount of discretion afforded by the management. Many important people still do, however due to the unwillingness of the management to cooperate with the press, this cannot be confirmed.

The hotel's low profile helps keep it a bit obscure which is what attracts the rich, powerful, and those who want to hide in style.

Mar-2-2007 06:51

Dave turned to examine Barry while Breit nibbled on the toast and sipped the lemonade. Dave pulled a stethoscope and an ophthalmoscope out of the large medical bag, and crossed over to Barry's side.

"So, Grant, I hear you're climbin' the walls to get outta here. What, the nurses aren't good lookin' enough for you?" He leaned over and peered into Barry's right eye with the scope, "I can always send over a couple ugly corpsmen to keep you company. That should cheer you right up." He ignored Barry's groan and gently probed his eyelid and brow with his fingertip. He frowned slightly as he palpated the skin just above Barry's eye, "Uh huh," he muttered.

He then slipped on the stethoscope and listened to Barry's chest. After several seconds, he pressed his hand lightly against various places on Barry's rib cage. "That hurt?" he asked. Barry shook his head. Dave pressed a little harder, with similar results. He then turned to Rosie, "Help me get these wraps off of him, please." Together, Dave and Rosie unwound the bandages encircling Barry's chest. He listened to Barry's heart and lungs with the scope again for a bit, then pressed lightly against several spots on his rib cage. "Any pain?" Dave asked. Barry shook his head, but when Dave pushed a little harder in two spots, he groaned in pain. "Um hmm," Dave murmured.

Dave turned away to put his instruments, then back to explain his findings to Barry.

"So can I get outta here, Doc?" Barry asked eagerly.

Dave rubbed his jaw thoughtfully, "Your ribs are doing well, and you can do without the bandages from now on. But you're not completely healed yet, so be careful. Try not to get into any fistfights if you can help it, okay?" He frowned slightly, "Your eye's a little different story. There seems to be a bit of nerve damage to your right eyelid. It's drooping a bit more than I'd like. I'd like to send you down to see a specialist at Walter Reed and have them take a look at you.

Mar-2-2007 06:53

"It's nothing especially serious, but ophthamology isn’t my specialty, and I think you should have an expert look at it. So, can you get out of here? If you want to, yes. You’re fit enough to be up and around. I can’t stop you from leaving town and going back to work. I’m advising you, as your doctor, that it would be a good idea to have someone take a look at your eye, and the United States has the best experts in the world.”

He sighed tiredly, glancing briefly at Breit, “As the head of your security team, I’ll continue to provide you with protection as long as you remain in the U.S., regardless of where you go. You won’t need nursing anymore, so Rosie and Doreen are free to go for now.” He nodded to them.

Doreen and Rosie smiled at them. Rosie helped him back into bed, smoothing the covers over him, adjusting a pillow behind his head, and smoothing the hair off his brow. She smiled brightly at him, “I’m gonna head next door and try and go back to sleep for a couple hours. Knowing the Boss, he’ll probably be drafting me into some boring surveillance gig.” She patted his shoulder, and winked at him, “I’ll check on you in a couple hours, okay?” She giggled at his beaming smile. With a final grin, she and Doreen strolled out to the Sitting Room of the suite.

Dave quirked an eyebrow as he watched Rosie leave with Doreen, then he turned to Breit. “How’s the toast, Cherie?”

She scowled at him, “Yummy, but at least it seems to be staying down.”

He grinned at her, “Good.” He came over to her and lifted her up in his arms.

She grimaced slightly, “I can walk, y’know. You don’t have to carry me.”

Mar-2-2007 06:56

He smiled adoringly at her, “True, but pampering you is much more fun. Besides, I need the practice.” He winked at her giggle, and held her closer to him, feeling her relax into his body. He turned to nod a farewell to Barry, “Barry, let me know what you want to do about your eye. And remember, no half-nelsons.” With that, he strode out to the Sitting Room, whistling for Missy as he left.

The tiger, which had been snuffling an unusual scent in a far corner of the bedroom, took a flying leap and bounded over the width of Barry’s bed with a couple of feet to spare at Dave’s call. Barry shrank back into the pillows as the cat sailed over his midsection, astounded at the sheer power of the animal.

Max just watched placidly as Missy bounced out the door after her master and mistress.

“Did you see that?!” Barry exclaimed.

Max laughed, “Yep.”

“And you’re not surprised?” he asked, astounded.

Max chuckled again, “Nope. Most of us at the Department learned two things a long time ago. One, don’t ever mess with the Boss’ lady. And second, don’t mess with the lady’s cat. You won’t live long enough to regret either one if you do.” He winked at Barry, “I’ll be outside if you need anything, Mr. Grant.” And with that, the burly guard was gone....

Mar-2-2007 17:42

Barry was still in amazment after Max left. The room was strangely quiet compared to only a few minutes ago. But Barry was glad to get the green light from the doctor.

Barry got out of bed and began dressing. He was curious about the sudden attention he was getting from Rosie. "Nah, she's probably trying to make a good impression with the doctor." he thought.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror. The first thing he noticed was his dire need for a shave and a haircut. The second thing he noticed was that droopy right eye lid. "Gee, it looks like I'm in mid wink with that eye." It gave him a jaunty look that didn't look all that bad. "Maybe I should first see how people respond to me looking like this."

Barry finished dressing and made some phone calls. The last one to his sister who, of course, insisted he come over right away for a home cooked meal. He told her he'd be there in an hour after his shave and haircut and headed out to his favorite barber.

Of course, leaving the hotel by the front entrance will take him past the restaurant where Becky is....

Mar-3-2007 06:11

Just as Becky was about to place her order with the waiter, she saw Garry look past her and stiffen up. She asked him what was wrong. Garry leaned in closer to her and whispered, "It's Barry! He's leaving the hotel!"

Mar-3-2007 23:46

"What?!" Becky spun her head around to see Barry leaving. She immediately got up to follow him but was stopped by Garry pulling on her wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?" he said.

Becky was annoyed, "I'm going after him! I didn't work this hard to let him get away now!" Garry let her go and watched her leave the restaurant. He looked up at the waiter who was still waiting for Becky's order and said, "I'll pay now."

Meanwhile, Becky managed to catch up to Barry before he reached the barber's. "Barry? Is that you?" she faked.

Barry, hearing the familiar voice behnd him, stopped in his tracks and dropped his shoulders in exasperation. He didn't turn around because he knew who it was and that she would make the effort to catch up to him.

"Barry, sweetie, what a coincidence!" Becky feigned surprise. "How are you?" By this time, Becky had not only caught up to Barry, but managed to position herself in front of him to block his way.

"Becky" he said stoically.

"Barry! So nice to see..." she trailed off when she saw his eye. "..you." She instantly liked the near wink it appeared to be doing. "Where are you going? May I join you?"

Barry's eye roll was barely noticeable. "I'm on my way to the barber. I'm sure that is of no interest to you."

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Mar-3-2007 23:47

"Au contraire, mon cher." Becky cooed. "J'ai interesse de tout que tu fais." She remembered how Barry was always responsive when she spoke French and moved next to him to slip her arm through his. "Je suis enchantee de t'accompagner." She started dragging Barry along because she knew where his favorite barber was. His patience was running thin but, being the gentleman that he was, would not make a scene in public. He walked with her to the barber all the while thinking about how he can get rid of her once and for all. All efforts in the past have apparently been fruitless.

He especially didn't want her to find out he was on his way to his sister's. Becky and Betty always got along so well. Betty would welcome Becky even if she was unexpected. The whole way to the barber, Becky chatted up Barry about what was going on in her life assuming Barry would be interested. Barry bided his time. Becky didn't stop talking even through his hair cut and shave.

When the barber was done, Barry knew he had to prevent her from following him to his sister's. "Becky? I have an appointment now that I cannot miss but I would very much like to catch up with you." Barry lied, "How about meeting me in a few hours at the Tricky Mister?"

That seemed to satisfy Becky so she agreed to it and went home to freshen up for what she assumed was going to be the date she's been waiting for. Barry headed for his sister's trying to come up with a new tactic that Becky would understand. By the time he arrived at his sister's he had it all worked out.

Mar-4-2007 05:08

Barry rang the door at his sister's home and could not conceal his surprise when Andrea answered it. A very mischevieous smile crossed her lips as she said:
"Welcome Barry! I am so glad you finally got a clean bill of health!"

Andrea could not tell what he was thinking. Was he happy to see her? Was he too tired to notice?

"Andrea just what on earth are you doing here?" - he asked

"Why, Betty invited me to the welcome home dinner, of course! " - she answered - "She and I spent so much time together while you were recuperating, and I stopped by here to see how you were doing when I got into town this morning. She said you were out and that you were coming here to dinner. She insisted that I come by."

Seeing as she still could not tell what he was thinking. she added:

"Is that all right, darling?"

Mar-4-2007 11:10

Lilangel went and met up with Mr. Anstett and had a good conversation with him, she found out what she needed from him. Then she went to the concierge and told him that she'd be checking out. She had already packed all her things and decided it was time to go back to her office. She had already done all the things she needed to do. It was time to sit in her office and figure out what had happened and where everyone was and find out the killer.

Mar-4-2007 15:17

Barry's thoughts had been so consumed by Becky that it took a few moments for him to register that Andrea was standing in front of him in his sister's apartment. The last time he saw her, she was not very happy and then seemed to flee the first moment she got. He was a bit shocked at her cheery greeting because of her last display which he did not appreciate.

But there she was, as beautiful as ever, beaming at him. Her eyes, her lips, her shining hair were glittering, glistening, and glimmering. He started remembering their times together and he started feeling his goofy grin coming back. But he squelched that urge because he no longer was sure how she felt about him or if she even trusted him. Each time they came up against Becky, Barry always reassured Andrea that he was over her but he wasn't sure she believed him. Tonight will prove interesting.

"Andrea, sweetheart, of course that's alright." Barry's first test was to see her reaction to his kiss. He took her in his arms and lifted her up to kiss her. They were like that for a little while, Andrea's feet dangling below her, until they heard 2 squeals of "Ewwww" coming from behind Andrea.

Barry set Andrea down and she moved to his side so he could see his niece and nephew. He knelt down on one knee and spread his arms out. Brian and Bobbi ran into his outstretched arms and hugged him around the neck. He lifted them together, each of them in his arms, and carried them into the living room. The kids were battering him with questions about what had happened to him and how long will he stay and what did he bring them.

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