Heya. You cannot believe your eyes can you and tbh I can't either. New year. Means new fic. My partner in crime is gone for the moment and frankly I like when new fic is posted and don't want all the work to be on the two queens of the ship. So I'm writing again. Yay me. (I will say this. Due to real life and college, these updates wont be weekly, but I will try my best to get them to you in a timely fashion.) I can't explain my obsession with action type stuff, but I love it. So yet again Daniel and Wilhelmina are in trouble. Read, Enjoy, Review, Whatever its up to you. Thanks Adina for being my beta girlie. :D You rock.

Jaz.

"Daniel, I just thought you should know that if I die here. My spirit will find your spirit in hell and kick its ASS." She spat at him with her back tied to his.

He held his head down. "Fair enough. I'm sorry for dragging you into this." He said sarcastically.

"Shut-up."

They sat in silence in the dark room, with only a dim lit lamp in the corner of the room, both pondering how they got there in the first place.

Las Vegas, 1 month earlier

They did an on location photo shoot in the grand city of Las Vegas, Nevada. There were at least 100 people of staff, crew, and models. Important personnel as usual, therefore Wilhelmina and Daniel were head of the crew. They had argued immensely over who would do the cover, and a resolution was never found. Instead they were both shooting separate covers, in different locations and trying to see whose was better. Costly? Yes. Did they care? Not at all. He chose the Paris hotel, admiring it's French-décor for his cover while she was a few blocks down at the great Caesar Palace looking for something more Roman Empire theme. They had two days, his on that Friday and hers on Saturday. She was wrapping her shoot when she felt an unwanted presence come from behind her.

"Hm. Not to bad." The voice spoke; she didn't even acknowledge him and titled her head to the side.

"Keep it up Meade."

"Sure. What I meant to say was, mine is going to be better. Or actually, I know it will be better."

"We'll see." She smirked still facing ahead. "Why are you here anyway? I figured you would have contracted something from a stripper by now."

"Very funny. That was last night." He played along with her joked and laughed when she snorted and turned to look at him. "Woah, you look tired."

"No shit. I've been up since 5 in the morning and we're wrapping at what 9. It's been a long day. Some people actually take their jobs serious Daniel."

He nodded. "Right. Well, I was gonna ask if you wanted to hang, but seeing as you look like that. I change my mind." He began to walk away as Wilhelmina stood agape. Did he just insult me? And say hang?

"Meade."

He turned. She smirked.

"I can…hang." Great, I used it too.

"Are you sure it isn't past your bed time?" He teased.

"I'm going to let that one go. I mean it can't hurt. We are in Vegas. I'd rather spend it out than in my room even if that means with you. Stay here I will be down in a few."

xoxo

A few was a lot longer as Daniel stood in the lobby waiting, a few women passed him on the way giving him looks. He walked over to the bar when a blond sat next to him.

"Hi." She smiled and Daniel went instantly to flirt mode.

"Hey."

"I know a man as handsome as yourself isn't here alone."

"Well yes, but no."

She was confused.

"I mean I am here alone, but with a co-worker. But not with-with. But we are…yeah. I'm not alone."

"Pity." The girl got up and slipped Daniel a number on a napkin. "When you decide that you don't want to be alone anymore." She walked away and headed to the elevators and watched her walk in as Wilhelmina emerged out. He stopped to stare at her, she had on a one-shoulder black cocktail dress that stopped just above the knee, and paired with a pair of gold Louboutins.

She looked around before spotting him at the bar, walking his way.

"Ready?"

He was still staring.

"Daniel, quit staring. Are you ready?"

"Uh. Yeah. You look great."

"I know." She smirked and walked ahead of him out of the doors, getting a town car and stepping in. Daniel followed, not far behind. This was going to be a long night.

He was on a losing streak and it was pissing him off as he sat at the bar, watching across the room as Wilhelmina was scoring big at the craps table. There was a crowd around her as they watched her strategically roll the dice, when in actuality it wasn't strategic. It was pure luck. Daniel downed the last of his scotch and walked over to the table, making his way through the crowd until he could see her. There were two men on either side of her, obviously flirting and he felt a pang of jealously but quickly dismissed the feeling. He watched as she held the dice in her hand and blew on the dice. That never works. She rolled a 7, and he watched as the dealer slid more chips her way; Daniel watched her smile get bigger. She finally looked up and motioned him over to her, and he walked until her could reach her side.

"Daniel, look at this. I am fucking rich."

She was drunk.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Maybe you should stop its 12 and we have a 6 o'clock flight to catch."

"No way, I am on a roll."

She turned around.

"No, really. I think we should go." He pulled at her arm and the man beside her grabbed him.

"I believe she said NO."

"Excuse me, since when did you become her bodyguard?"

"Wilhelmina let's go."

"Daniel. Shut-up. You're not my father. Calm down. One more." She turned and rolled an 11. Taking more chips.

"Ma'am you have hit 1 million you wanna keep going."

"You kidding me."

"She's going to stop here." Daniel told the man and whispered in her ear. "Okay Wilhelmina you have enough, time to go."

She snatched his hand away from her. "You don't boss me around."

"Wilhelmina. Please."

She huffed in his face, and it smelt like straight alcohol.

"Fine. Sorry guys 'daddy' is making me go. It's been fun." She scooped her chips up and put them in the briefcase by her side. Handing it to Daniel as she stumbled from the group, Daniel held her waist supporting her.

When they got to the area to exchange her chips for cash the man behind the counter was in disbelief of how much she made.

"You made all of this fairly."

She nodded. "You bet."

He looked suspiciously at her and handed the money back in the briefcase and Wilhelmina nodded and her and Daniel left out of the doors. The man watched them walk out of the doors and get into a black town car, he turned to make a phone call.

xoxo

Daniel helped Wilhelmina to her hotel room laid her on the bed, fully dressed, pulling the covers up over her. He walked over to cut the lamp on the bedside off.

"Will you be okay?"

"Stay here."

"I guess you're fine."

She turned in the bed.

"No, really stay here." She laughed and turned back on her side back facing him and patted behind her. He sighed and lay on top of the covers, waiting for her to go to sleep. It was quicker than he thought, he looked over and saw her sleep and moved to get up. As he was making his way out he saw the briefcase and let his curiosity get the best of him. He picked it up putting it on the counter and opened its content's in it was not what he expected.

Inside was more than one million dollars, a shipment of drugs, and a single black 9mm gun. Daniel gulped, his heart jumped out of his body when he heard a violent knock at the door.

"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR, we know you have it. OPEN THE DOOR."

"Shit."

He closed the briefcase and ran to Wilhelmina's room.

"Wilhelmina. Wilhelmina!" He began to shake her.

"What?"

"We need to get out of here NOW."

"I'm sleepy."

"No it's life or death."

"Daniel. You are such a drama queen."

He popped the briefcase open, and showed her the contents.

"I don't think this is being dramatic."

She sat up and looked at him, hearing the knocking of the door shook her out of her sleep.

"We have to get out of here."