Sam flipped through the file. It detailed Katie's life, from the moment Catherine had been pregnant, to the moment Katie had turned up in Las Vegas. He was still shocked that Catherine had given her baby up for adoption, but he knew it wasn't his judgement to make. After all, he had never told Catherine that she was his daughter. He'd always suspected though.

It was times like these he regretted not finding out and being there for her. It had hurt him immensely when he found out that not only was Catherine married, but she was pregnant and that she had another child in her life.

Perhaps if he found Katie, she would forgive him.

"Lara?"

"Yes, Mr Braun?"

"Any word from Stevens?"

"No, sir."

Sam frowned. "Get another man out there as well. And tell them to work harder. I want this child found, and I want her found now!"

Gil glanced over at his wife as she dozed on the lounge chair. When he saw her finally slip into sleep, he took the address book from her hand and set it beside his pile of people to ring.

Grabbing a blanket, he gently tucked it around her, ensuring she'd stay warm as she slept. She needed her sleep, now more than ever. Catherine would probably kill him later for letting her sleep, but he was willing to take that risk.

He rubbed his eyes. They had had no luck in finding their daughter so far. He knew that she had a good head on her shoulders, but he still worried.

"Gil?" Catherine murmured sleepily.

"Shh, baby. Go back to sleep."

"Katie first. Then I can sleep."

Gil sighed. "This stress isn't good for the baby."

"The baby and I will be fine when Katie is back under this roof!"

Greg yawned as he continued walking around the Strip. He needed to find Katie. It wasn't just for Gil and Cath, although he knew how worried about her they were. It was for him. He had never been like this before. He knew he was known as the office Casanova, and that everyone assumed he went through women like people go through underwear.

But this was different. It wasn't because she was Cath and Gil's daughter; which frankly, terrified him rather than excited him. It was because she was her.

Was he getting soft in his old age? He grinned and shook his head. Nah.

Sam glared at the three people standing in front of him. "This is not acceptable."

"Mr Braun…"

"You don't get to speak now!" Sam interrupted. "It cannot be that difficult to find an eighteen year-old in Las Vegas!"

"Las Vegas is a big place, Mr Braun."

"I've lived here for twenty years, Mr Stevens. I am well aware of the size of my town." He sat down in his chair. "Now I want that child found by the end of the working day. If not, you will all be feeling the consequences."

Katie sat outside the Bellagio, next to the fountain. It was becoming a bit of a ritual to come here every day. She liked Las Vegas, and the people she had met. But she was beginning to wonder if she should move back to Chicago.

If she was in Chicago, Catherine could go back to having a relationship with her father, instead of sacrificing it for Katie.

But then again, what was left for her in Chicago? A big fat nothing. Here she might have the chance to get a job. Here she had her family. Here she had Greg.

Greg. It hurt her so much that she had stood him up. She hated herself for it. She sighed. Then again, he probably hated her for it too.

Mr Stevens, Sam Braun's number one henchman, stood in front of the Bellagio and noticed the girl. He stared at the picture in his hand and then at the girl again. He picked up his cell and dialled Sam.

"Mr Braun. I've found her…" Stevens watched as a young man walked up to Katie. "And there's some kid walking up to her…"