This story is about Sam, Mary and Danny mostly. First part is about Sam though. R&R please!

Sam clasped her hands together and slightly bended forward while she laughed a fake laugh. Her straight brown hair fell over her shoulders and on her back. Sam was not amused. The man standing in front of her laughed loudly and put his hand on her shoulder for support. The small Sam almost collapsed by his weight.

"Yeah, thanks for the compliment, I think you're very nice yourself, but," Sam paused for a moment, putting a serious look on her face, "no thanks."

Jeez, this guy had been bugging her for the past week! A huge whale for the Montecito, but a huge pain in the ass for her.

"Don't you like me just a little bit?" he pouted.

"Ah you know," Sam got his hand off her shoulder, "you're not my type."

"Hm. Will you do me one favor then?"

"Sure what do you want? Tickets, bigger suite, extra credit?"

"I need you to wave me goodbye when I leave tomorrow," he looked at Sam's pretty but tough face, and saw her thinking.

"Okay. But no touching."

He grabbed her hand and placed it against his heart.

"Promise."

Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Whoops, sorry."

He quickly let go of her hand.

"Alright, tomorrow at ...?"

"Seven thirty, I want to leave before the casino opens."

"Seven thirty it is," said Sam, and left the casino floors.

"Hi Danny! What's up?" Sam walked into the control room of the Montecito, where her friend Danny spent a lot of his time, since he was head security.

"Hey Sam, nothing special. Can I help you with something?" Danny turned towards Sam and grinned.

"I saw you have an admirerer?" he chuckled.

Sam frowned at him.

"Oh. You saw," she said, "Well, he is my problem. I need you to watch a limo tomorrow morning. I will step into it, my client will step into it, and then we'll leave. I'd appreciate it if you'd come looking for me when I'm not back within three hours. Could you do that, Danny?"

"Well well well, Samantha Marquez asks me a favor," Danny was teasing her, which he instantly regretted when he received a punch in his guts. He acted like Sam just hit a hole in him, and tottered backwards.

"Oh poor baby, did Sam hurt you?" Sam said before she cracked up and gave Danny a friendly kick in the ass.

"I'll get you, Marquez!" Danny called out to Sam, who was leaving the room and waved at him without looking back.

"Just watch that screen tomorrow, McCoy!"

Next Morning, 7:25am

Sam glanced at her watch. She was early, she still had five minutes left. She got out her cell phone and called Danny.

"McCoy," said a sleepy voice.

"Hey Danny it's Sam."

"Shit! Oh, shit! I'm sorry Sam I'm coming right now! Right now!" Danny sounded quite awake now.

"Okay, don't hurry, there's probably nothing going to happen, but I'd like you to watch the tape when you get to the Montecito. Just in case, you know," Sam tried to calm Danny.

"Danny? Who's that on the phone?"

Sam heard a familiar voice in the background and chuckled.

"Ah, McCoy, you're busted, say hello to Mary there for me!" Sam grinned from ear to ear.

"Uhm, right," Danny replied slightly confused. Apparently he wasn't that awake yet.

"Mare, Sam says hi," Sam heard him say.

"Oh, hi Sam!" that was Mary.

"Hey honey, you can go back to sleep, but I need Danny boy to get his ass here, okay? And I forgive him for being late, don't worry. Had a good time, huh?"

Sam could almost see Mary blush through the phone.

"Eh, yeah actually."

"Okay Mare, I'm going. My limo's arrived," Sam said when she saw a pink limo riding towards her.

"Okay. Have a good day, Sam."

"Thanks! You too hon."

Sam ended the conversation and laughed. Busted, guys! Finally! She thought. It had taken some of their friends' efforts, but now Mary and Danny, who had been friends since age two, were having something at last.

"Miss Marquez?"

Sam, still with a smile on her face, looked up to the driver of the limo, who had gotten out of his car.

"Yes, that's me."

"Your client has instructed me to let you into the car so you didn't have to wait for him outside."

"Thanks, but I'm fine just standing here," Sam replied, her arms crossed in front of her body.

"I'm sorry miss, but you'd save me from trouble if you got in."

Sam sighed.

Okay, okay. I guess I have to be nice sometimes.

She turned round and looked in the security camera that she knew hang above her and winked.

Good morning Danny!

Then she stepped in, so did the driver, and immediately they took off.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" Sam tried to open the door, but found it was locked.

"I'm sorry miss Marquez, instructions," the driver said, before closing the space between the back of the limo and the driver.

"Hey! Hey! Stop the car!" Sam bumped her fists against the firm black plastic.

She could see through the windows they were pulling up fastly and leaving the casino grounds.

"Can you at least tell me where we're going?" she tried.

No answer.

"Damn!" Sam sighed and got her cell phone. She found the number she was looking for and dialled it.

"Hello?" said a familiar voice.

"Where is he taking me?" Sam asked furiously.

Laughter.

"Hey! This is not funny! I'm going to call the Montecito, I'm out of here. Forget about me waving you good bye."

"Sam, stop! Don't do that, please," he pleaded.

Sam rolled her eyes. Bastard.

"Listen, I am not into you, and I don't care how much money you have, but you can't just kidnap me away from the casino."

Sam's client laughed again. No, he chuckled.

"One minute, Sam," he said, and hung up.

Thirty seconds later Sam felt the limo stop.

Jeez, finally.

She heard the driver getting out and opening her door. To her surprise he was holding a white cloth, which, before Sam could react, he roughly pressed against her mouth and nose only seconds later.