Title: Baby You Belong

Author: Mackenzie

Email: kenzie at iland dot net

Genre: "Las Vegas"

Spoilers: Everything, including tonight's show (03-14-05)

Disclaimers: I own the unrecognizable ones, GST owns everything else, lucky bastard. However, if he'd be interested in purchasing the original characters, they can be bought in exchange for a very steamy sex scene between James Caan and yours truly.

Props: The title comes from a song by Faith Hill of the same name, which can be found on her album "Cry".

Author's Notes: This story is a sequel to "The First Cut Is The Deepest", which was also a sequel to "When You Say Nothing At All". It would probably help you understand the flow of things if you read those two stories first and then read this one. If anybody needs those stories, simply email me and I'll get them out to you.

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"So, a big sister."

Sam rolled her eyes as she stopped walking when she heard the gruff voice of her boss, and current lover, behind her. Sighing deeply, she turned around and looked at him, "Yeah, so?"

"So," Ed began as he walked up to her, "why didn't you tell me? I mean, after all..." he paused as he grinned at her a little, his voice getting low and deep, "I've seen you naked, Samantha Jane."

Rolling her eyes once more, the brunette casino host resumed her walking. "Just because you've seen me naked doesn't mean that you know everything about my life, Ed."

"Obviously." Deline remarked. "I'm just curious, that's all, Sam. I think it's great, I really am surprised though that you still do it, what with having a daughter and all."

"Yeah, well, I haven't been able to keep up with it like before," she admitted reluctantly, "But I still try and set an hour or so aside a week to hang out with JJ, take her shopping, out to lunch, to a movie, that sort of thing."

Ed stopped and reached out, touching Sam's elbow, causing her to stop as well. Once she turned around, he gently pulled her over to him. Giving her a soft smile, the man tucked a lock of her hair behind an ear, "Listen, I think that it's great that you do that, I really do. It's amazing, Sam, and you've obviously had a very positive effect on her, which is also fantastic. It's just that..." he paused as he sighed deeply, "people think I know all about you, and I don't. I'm still learning about you, evidently."

"What is it you want to know, Ed?" She asked him softly.

"Well," he said as he shrugged, "More about you would be nice," he said as he laughed quietly.

Giving him a grin, Sam leaned over and kissed him softly, "Ask me anything you want next time I'm naked."

Winking at him, Sam walked away, leaving Ed to watch her go, "There's only one thing I want to ask you when you are naked, Sam!" He called out, "Top or bottom?" Quickly turning four shades of red when he saw guests watching him, Ed ducked into an employee's door and headed towards his office.

Danny McCoy got out of his black and yellow Camaro and looked around. Examining his surroundings with a look of admirable interest, he shut the car door behind him and walked up to a cluster of men in hard hats. "Hey," He called out with a smile, "anybody seen my dad?"

The group of men turned and smiled at the dark haired ex-Marine, one of them pointing to a flight of steps, "He's upstairs," he offered, "talking to the architect."

Nodding in thanks, Danny made his way to the steps and took them one at a time, making sure to keep his eyes and ears open for any falling debris. When he finally spotted his father, the son smiled softly as he watched him work. Even though Danny turned down the family business of construction for the military duty, and, later one, something sexier such as working surveillance and security for the Montecito Resort and Casino, one of the largest and most profitable casinos on the strip in Las Vegas, he still had a great appreciation for what his father did for a living.

Noticing the architect giving his father a pat on the shoulder and walking away, McCoy took that moment to walk over to his father, "Dad."

The eldest McCoy smiled at his son, and then his smile quickly faded. "Danny, my god," he exclaimed, grabbing an abandoned yellow hard hat, as he walked over to him, "What the hell are you thinking? This is a construction zone, you need a hard hat." Placing the hat on top of his son's head, Larry sighed. "You should know better than that."

Danny quickly ducked his head, admonished, "Yeah," he admitted, "I should, I'm sorry, Dad. I guess I just wasn't thinking."

McCoy senior waved it off, "No harm done, Danny Boy," he said good-naturedly. "What can I do for you?"

Walking downstairs behind his father, Danny waited to answer him till they were walking side by side, "You were the one who called me, Dad," he pointed out.

"Yeah," Larry said, "You are right." Sighing softly, he led his son into a finished room that they were using as a make-shift office. "Come on in," Once the two men were inside, Larry closed the door and looked at his son. The discomfort and embarrassment was apparent on his face, "Look, son," he began, "I need to borrow some money."

Danny blinked in surprise, for as long as he could remember it was the son who went to the father for money, not the other way around. Knowing his father was a proud man, Danny knew that it must have been something massive to go to his son for financial assistance. "Sure, dad," he said quietly, "how much do you need?"

His father looked away as he mumbled something. Unable to comprehend what was said, Danny leaned in close, "I'm sorry, Dad, I didn't catch that."

Sighing deeply, Larry looked at his son, "I said I need about thirty thousand."

The younger McCoy looked at his father, stunned, "30,000? Dad, are you in some kind of trouble or something?" He asked, concerned.

His father smiled softly at his son's concern, "No," he assured, "no trouble, Danny. At least nothing that I can't handle. Business has just been a little slow lately, and I'm behind on some equipment payments, that's all. But listen," he said, "if you don't have it, than don't worry, okay? I'll figure out something, I always do."

"No, no," Danny stated softly, "I'll get you the money, when do you need it by?"

The eldest McCoy sighed quietly, "Next week?"

Smiling softly, his son patted him on the shoulder, "Next week then," he confirmed. "I'll make sure you get it all."

"Thanks, Danny," Larry said quietly, his voice full of shame.

"Hey," Danny said, "look at how many times you've bailed my butt out where bills were concerned. Don't worry about it, Dad." Glancing at his watch, the ex-Marine sighed quietly, "Listen, Dad, I need to get back to work, but I'll call you, okay?"

Smiling softly, Larry nodded as he pulled his son in for a hug. "Sounds good, and thanks again, Danny. I love you, son."

Danny smiled as he hugged his father back, "I love you too, Dad, I'll see you later." Pulling out of his father's embrace, Danny walked out and got back into his car and headed back to the Montecito.

Watching his son leave, Larry rubbed his forehead and sighed deeply, "I'm sorry, Danny," he said softly, "but if you knew the truth, you'd want to kill these guys and I don't need my son fighting his old man's battles." Shaking his head, the eldest McCoy turned and walked back inside to meet with some of his workers.