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A/N: Okay, I updated Invisible on all 3 sites... now it's ANISC's turn! :D

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Enough with the grumbling... here's Chapter 3 to A Night in Sin City...

NEW A/N: 2017 - And now I'm 27. :P Read on! :) (10/8/17)


Chapter 3

"A man has died," Lois quickened her pace with excitement, "This story just got ten times juicier."

"And they said it was because he won at slots… Intergang must not want anyone but their own people winning," Clark shook his head, "They need to be stopped."

"That's what we're here for, Smallville," Lois replied with an air of confidence.

"Don't we need to catch a cab to get to the club?" Clark stopped walking once they were outside the hotel and restaurant.

"It's within walking distance, Smallville," Lois called back, "Come on! Keep up!"

Clark shook his head with another smile and jogged over to catch up with Lois.

"Are we going to the casino part of the club first?" Clark jogged up next to her.

"Yeah, since we got an inside scoop from those women at the restaurant," Lois started, "I'm sure we'll hear some gossip there and if not we can snoop around some files."

"Are we splitting up?" Clark asked.

"What?" Lois whipped her head around.

"You know going separate ways? You investigate in one place, I investigate in another," Clark clarified.

"Oh," Lois shook her head to think straight again, "No, I think we'll work better as a team… besides I doubt you'd leave me alone in a place where someone got killed."

"Good point," Clark surmised, "So we hitting the slots first? See what we hear over there? After all, that's where they said that man lost his life over."

"Yeah, let's just make sure we don't win," Lois made it a point, "Never thought I'd say that in Vegas."

~L&C~

In a few moments, Lois and Clark made it to the entrance of the casino of the entire club and were greeted by another woman named Trisha handing out a map of the club. Lois had her arm through Clark's once again as they walked over to the slot machines, "Got any quarters, Smallville?"

"I thought Ollie was going to pay for everything," Clark furrowed his eyebrows down at Lois.

"For food and the hotel yes, but at the casino we're on our own, buddy," Lois took her arm out of his.

Clark dug into his pockets with a sigh, "I think I have a few quarters, but don't go crazy, Lois."

"I don't have a gambling problem, Clark. I never have. I've never seen the appeal in it," Lois shrugged her shoulders with her hand out waiting for Clark to hand her some quarters.

"Here, but that's all the quarters I have," Clark dumped the quarters in her hand, "After this we should probably see what we can dig up in any employee files and cross reference them with police records."

"My thoughts exactly," Lois smiled and found a slot machine.

"Remember, Lois, don't win," Clark teased.

"Right," Lois slid a quarter in and pulled the lever, "Damn! That was so close!"

"Lo-is," Clark warned her. She rolled her eyes and nodded up at him telling him she knew not to go overboard with it. While Lois was trying her luck at the slots, Clark tuned in his super hearing to see what he could hear. Mostly he heard arguing between couples and families, but then he heard a shady phone conversation between a Bill Church Junior and a distorted voice. It was really sketchy and he must have just caught the end of it because all he heard was Slot number 5 from the distorted voice. Bill now headed in their direction and sat right next to Lois.

"That was my last quarter," Lois sighed.

"Good… let's go now, Lois," Clark put his hands on her shoulders. He was trying to subtly point with his eyes at the guy next to them but Lois wasn't picking up on it.

"Come on, Clark. Let's go," Lois jumped off the stool and started pulling him in another direction. Clark looked back at Bill who was just about ready to pull the lever on the slot machine.

"Lois, stop," Clark gritted.

"Whoa, what's with the attitude," Lois stopped in her tracks and whipped around.

"That guy over there, the one that sat next to you, I think he's connected to Intergang," Clark lowered his voice and nodded his head over to the man.

"Really? Why would you say that?" Lois folded her arms. She was skeptical. But as soon as she heard a ringing coming from the slots and no overly excited screaming, she was convinced.

"Never mind."

They both turned around and peeked around the corner to see the man collect the coins coming out of the machine. A bunch of people were congratulating him but he didn't pay them any attention.

"What are we going to do?" Clark whispered. His breath tickled her neck.

Lois tried to ignore the reaction her body seemed to get from him, "I say we tail him and see where he goes. Then we should start looking into those files."

"Good call," Clark agreed with a nod, "Lead the way."

Lois grabbed his arm and they started to trail Bill.

"Lois, you don't have to hold my hand. I can see him," Clark whispered and let go of Lois' hand. She just rolled his eyes at him and continued to weave through people following Bill. She was about to let go of his hand anyway from the reaction it was having on her body. She refused to let Clark notice. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice.

In the midst of following their suspect, Clark and Lois were split apart by a girl stopping Clark in his tracks as Lois continued on.

"Hey! I'm Darias… what's your name, gorgeous?" Darias smiled up at Clark. She was chewing on a piece of gum, not an easy feat with her lip ring but she managed.

"I-I'm Clark," Clark gulped nervously. He could barely make out Lois' head in the crowd.

"You with anybody?" Darias flirted as another woman came up to Clark.

"Whoo! Hello, gorgeous, I'm Helen."

"I was here first, Helen," Darias stepped in front of her and smiled flirtatiously back up at Clark like they weren't just interrupted. Clark, on the other hand, couldn't have cared less. His attention was on the crowd searching for Lois. He couldn't see her or Bill Church Junior.

"I uh, actually," Clark started nervously. He didn't know how to let the girls down easily.

"He's with me, honey," Lois came up from behind them, sliding her arm through Clark's, "Keep on moving."

Darias rolled her eyes, popped her gum and left with her friend following.

"Thanks, Lois," Clark sighed.

"Don't mention it," Lois shook her head, "I lost our guy anyway. He went into a locked room. I was about to turn around and ask you if you could jimmy open the handle, but… you weren't behind me."

"Yeah, you were walking so fast…," Clark started to explain himself.

Lois stopped him by putting her hand up, "It's okay, Clark. I knew I was probably going to have to do all the legwork on this story."

Clark looked down at her aforementioned legs and pulled on his collar hoping she didn't notice his now flushed cheeks.

"Did you want to go check out that locked room?" Clark tugged at his shirt collar once again. His voice was a little husky, but Lois was too concentrated on the way his muscles in his shirt moved to notice.

"Uh, yeah," Lois shook herself out of her stupor, "Come on, let's go. I think it's the offices for the casino." They made their way over to the room.

"You keep watch and I'll see if I can get the door open," Clark said. Lois turned around and made sure nobody was watching them. Everyone else was too engrossed in trying to win money. They could care less about the two investigative reporters sniffing out a story.

Clark turned his head back to make sure Lois wasn't looking as he twisted the door handle using his super strength, "Lois, it was just stuck."

She rolled her eyes at him and gestured for him to go in first.

"See what you can find on any files, Smallville – anything suspicious," Lois went to a filing cabinet as Clark did the same.

"Lois, I think I found a file on that Bill Church Junior," Clark took out a file.

"How did you know his name?" Lois came up to Clark.

"I uh, overheard someone say it," Clark replied. Technically it wasn't a lie, he just didn't say where he heard it. Before they could open up the file, Lois heard voices approaching. They dropped the file back in the drawer and turned around to be met with two women coming into the office from another door – the door Church must have slipped out from when Lois lost him.

"What are you two doing in here?!" one woman practically yelled at them.

"Rachel, calm down. Just ask them who they are, then you can get upset," her friend replied.

"Fine, thanks Krys," Rachel calmed herself down, "Now what are you two doing in here?"

Lois looked around trying to come up with some lie when she heard some gyrating music. They must be in the office to the strip club attached to the casino. An evil smile crept onto her lips. Revenge time was now, "He's here to dance."

She pushed Clark in front of her.

TBC


And now you all know what the 'secret' part of this story will be... Clarkie-Boy is gonna dance! :P

I always have read stories where Lois repeats her performance from Exposed, I thought one of those times, it should be Clark's turn at it! 8-) So I wrote it, and that's what sparked me wanting to write this story. :D

I hope you guys like the twist... ;) :P

Please Comment you guys! Tell me if you're still enjoying it! *hug*

Clois Forever! :D :)