Disclaimer; Las Vegas the series and all of its characters do not belong to me.

AN; Thanks for the feedback.

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Danny paced back and forth outside of the interrogation room.

Although they let him escort Mary to the station, they would not let him go inside the room with her.

He was worried. 'What could they be asking her? She looked so scared', he thought to himself.

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"Mary, would you like some water?", Luis asked.

She shook her head. "I just wanna get this over with."

He nodded. "So do we", he glanced over to the other cop in the room with them. "Now Mary, why were you in a motel room with your father?"

She licked her dry lips. "He called me, very early this morning. I was asleep and he woke me up. He said he needed to see me."

The other cop scribbled down what she said in his notepad and asked, "why?"

Mary briefly closed her eyes as if trying to remember every detail. "He... he said there was an emergency. I didn't want to go but he said it concerned my sisters."

Luis looked surprised. "I didn't know you have sisters."

She gave a small smile. "I didn't know either until a few months ago. My father remarried."

The other cop picked up on her hesitation to meet her father. "Why didn't you want to go?"

Mary chose her words carefully. "I... wasn't expecting him and had to go to work."

The cop again scribbled. "I see. And what was the emergency?"

Mary sighed. "There was no emergency. He just told me that so that I would meet him. He lied."

Luis and his fellow cop exchanged a look as Mary kept talking. "When I realized he had lied... I tried to leave but...", her voice began to shake, "he wouldn't let me." She began wringing her hands together unconsciously and the detectives picked up on it.

"Are you okay, Mary? I know this is hard for you", Luis asked with concern.

The redhead cleared her throat and shook her head as if to clear it. "I'm okay."

Luis continued to gently press her, "then what happened?"

Her eyes gathered with tears as she answered, "we argued. And next thing I knew...", she paused as tears streamed down her cheeks, "he pulled out a gun." She sniffed and quickly wiped them away. "I thought... I thought he was gonna shoot me."

The other detective furrowed his brow. "I don't understand, Ms. Connell. Why would your father want to shoot you?"

Mary looked at Luis when she answered. "Because my father and I didn't get along."

Luis mutely nodded in a silent understanding. He knew that Mary and her father were estranged, to say the least. That's why he assumed she went to live with Danny and his father. But he had no idea that things between them could be so bad that her father would attempt to shoot her.

She continued, "he raised the gun, and pointed it at me. He said it was all my fault."

"What was your fault?", asked Luis.

Mary blinked back some more tears and took a breath. "He said it was my fault that his wife left him. Then he kept mumbling to himself about how sorry he was and that's when I knew", her voice squeaked, "that's when I knew the gun wasn't for me."

The other cop continued scribbling while Luis asked, "who was it for, Mary?"

She closed her eyes. "It was for him. He shot himself. He killed himself right in front of me." She then burst into tears.

Luis handed her tissues and placed his hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

"I'm okay. I'm okay.", she wailed for a few more seconds and then blew her nose. "Can I please go now?"

"Yeah." Luis said. "But one more thing."

Mary sighed. "What?"

"What was your father sorry for?"

She stuttered. "I- I guess for... for what he was about to do." She would never tell them how he was saying he was sorry for the things he did to her.

Luis nodded, but the other cop jumped in with a last question of his own. "Do you have any idea why his wife left him and why he blamed you for it?"

Mary's answer was curt. "No. He didn't go into it."

"You can go now, Mary."

"Thank you, Luis", she sniffed and stood up from the uncomfortable wooden chair. The second she walked out the door, Danny was there.

"Mary!", he hugged her. "You okay? Huh?", he cupped her face and noticed her eyes were red and swollen. She had been crying. He glared at Luis.

The detective then held his hands up in surrender. "We didn't do anything to her in there, Danny. All we did was talk. Right, Mary?"

She gave him a sad smile. "Right. Danny, I'm fine. But I'll be better once we get out of here."

Danny wrapped his jacket around her and kissed her on the forehead. Putting his arm around her he walked her outside.

Luis and the fellow cop watched them walk out. "You think she's telling the truth?"

Det. Perez sighed. "I know Mary Connell. And she wouldn't hurt a fly."