With Rossi behind the wheel, he and Reid made good time on their drive to Las Vegas. When they arrived, Rossi first dropped Reid off at the front door of Bennington Sanitarium to visit his mother and then headed over to The Strip, to the ice cream stand where Emma worked part-time.

"Okay, who is the lucky owner of this lovely ice cream cone I have just concocted?" Emma was standing behind the counter with a multi-colored stack of ice cream balanced on a cone in her hand.

"Here!" a man waved a bill at her.

"Lucky you!" Emma told him as she exchanged the cone for the bill. "You are going to love this!"

"I would rather love you!" the man returned suggestively. "Tonight?"

"Sorry – Already taken," Emma told him with a smile. "Better luck next time!" She reached over to hand him his change.

"Keep the change – I'll be back tomorrow!" the man promised as he walked away.

"Dave!" Emma noticed him standing there watching the exchange. "Hello! I was so glad to get your text!"

"So, this is where you're working these days?" Rossi inquired casually as he moved closer to the counter and looked around at the stand.

"Just part-time," Emma explained. "I have my day job at the lab, but there are still some student loans and things I have to pay off. Besides, I kind of like being between people like this."

"I assume you can get the evening off?" Rossi inquired archly.

"Even if I couldn't, I would take it off just for you," Emma bantered back. "What do you have in mind?"

Rossi smiled at the attractive young woman. "That depends on you," he told her. "What have you always wanted to do here in Vegas?"

Emma thought for a minute and then laughed. "This is going to sound crazy because I have lived here all my life, but I would like to see the Bellagio fountains after dark," she told him.

"You've never seen them?" Rossi was surprised by her admission.

"I've seen them in the late afternoon but not at night," Emma clarified. "I've always worked a second job in the evening and when I got off I was generally too tired to go down to The Strip. Or, I had studying that needed to be done. I've never had the time or the energy."

"Okay. I am sure I can handle that," Rossi sounded delighted.

"And, if it's not too much trouble," Emma continued. "Could we walk through the conservatory afterwards? Again, I've never seen it at night and I understand the lighting makes it dramatically different than during the day."

"I think I can handle that, too," Rossi assured her.

"Really?" Emma questioned, surprised.

"Just leave it to me," Rossi exuded confidence. "I'll pick you up at seven, and don't eat. I'm taking you out for something other than ice cream cones and pizza."

"Dave – You don't have to," Emma protested. "Just seeing you again will be great!"

"I know that I don't have to - I want to," Rossi assured her. "And, wear something pretty. I'm tired of seeing you in jeans all the time." He glared at her current attire.

Emma laughed. "Dave, I don't think I even own a dress," she confessed. "I never wear them."

"I can handle that, too," Rossi told her. "Remember, Seven!"

As he walked away, Rossi paused for a moment to think. Slowly, he turned to look back at the area to the left of the ice cream stand. Seeing no one there, he resumed walking back to his rental car. However, he couldn't shake the feeling -